Anyone who saw him in this situation would quickly come to this conclusion.
Thirteen years ago, after being thrown into Shadowmoon Valley by Gul'dan, Ner'zhul's will collapsed after learning all the secrets. He was no longer the wise shaman and qualified leader. He knew that he
Being deceived by the devil, he almost single-handedly destroyed the orc civilization that he tried so hard to maintain, and his heart was already dead.
The most painful thing was that soon, the soul of his wife, Rur'kan, another great shaman of the Shadowmoon clan no longer responded to his call, which made the only motivation to support Ner'zhul's survival also disappear.
Cut off.
In fact, even after Gul'dan integrated the power of the entire orc world, there are still a considerable number of orcs who are unwilling to follow Gul'dan and live in seclusion in the world of Draenor. They often come to look for Ner'zhul and pray for the wisdom of their ancestors.
But Ner'zhul, who was simultaneously denied by the elements and ancestors, could no longer use this power.
The repeated failures made the remaining members of the Shadowmoon clan completely disappointed in Ner'zhul.
At this time, the old orc held by Tyrion was so skinny that he was almost weightless. His skin was so shriveled that it was almost like a layer of skin covering his bones. He looked extremely terrifying.
His cheek was carved with a white skull tattoo, which represented the most cruel punishment of the Shadowmoon clan. Those shamans who were still persisting in the desperate situation thought that Ner'zhul was "dead" and they had given up completely.
He, exiled him and left him to fend for himself.
"Ah, the Outcast?"
The death knight threw the chaotic old orc to the ground. He squatted down, stretched out his fingers and patted Ner'zhul's cheek, trying to attract his attention:
"You are a "great man" who single-handedly established the tribe. How did you end up in this situation? How pitiful..."
But this kind of ridicule did not clear up Ner'zhul's will. On the contrary, after losing the last wooden carving of his wife that he had carved with his own hands, the old orc's remaining energy and spirit were as fast as a punctured balloon.
's dissipated.
Except that he can still breathe, there is no difference between him and the dead.
"He is hopeless."
Grokush glanced at Ner'zhul and said to Tyrion:
"After understanding the truth about the demons enslaving the orcs, the cruel reality broke Ner'zhul's last spine. He is already a cripple."
"Really?"
The death knight snorted:
"Is one of the most powerful shamans in the history of the Shadowmoon clan really so useless? I don't really believe it, especially the "cemetery" he chose for himself."
Tyrion looked back at the surrounding terrain, and sure enough, he saw a remaining ancient altar on the edge of the poisonous water and magma not far away. He stretched out his hand to lift Ner'zhul's neck, grabbed him and quickly crossed the surrounding poisonous water.
Rivers of water and searing fel lava.
Sure enough, as he got closer to the altar, Ner'zhul's body trembled more violently. He seemed to be afraid of something. There was something on that altar that frightened him.
"Bang"
The old shaman's body was rudely thrown under the altar. The moment he landed, Ner'zhul, who looked like a madman, used his hands and feet and screamed, trying to escape from the altar, but was killed by Tyrion.
With his foot on his chest, he leaned down and looked at the panicked shaman with his ice-blue eyes. With undisguised malice, he whispered:
"What are you afraid of?"
"This is the graveyard of all the elements in Draenor. The elemental echoes of this world were strangled to death here by hand. Gul'dan did it, right? You saw it all with your own eyes. You witnessed the elements of Draenor being sealed with your own eyes.
That scene, you saw the scene where the elements failed... you witnessed the death of this world!"
"Legendary, what are you afraid of?"
Tyrion didn't say a word, and the struggle of Ner'zhul, who was stepped on by him, became more intense. Until Tyrion asked the question again, Ner'zhul's chaotic eyes were completely filled with fear and regret.
occupy.
"Bang"
Two stones were thrown in front of Ner'zhul. When he saw the rough stones that shone with a special light, the shaman's eyes suddenly widened. He stretched out his hand and tried to grab the two stones, but
The hand he extended was stepped on the ground again by the death knight.
"This is my thing..."
Tyrion whispered:
"If I don't give it to you, you can't steal it!"
Ner'zhul's body struggled again, and he closed his eyes in pain. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes, and all the confusion and panic in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a weak light.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, it turns out you can talk."
Tyrion took a step back expressionlessly. The freed Ner'zhul was like a tiger preying on prey. He lay on the ground and jumped forward, grabbing the two stones tightly in his hands, as if
It's like holding on to the most precious treasure.
It was like grabbing his own life, no, that was something more important than life.
"Curse... password!"
He ignored the dust and filth on his body and sat cross-legged on the ground. Obviously, he knew what the stone in his hand represented.
Nearly 20 years ago, Gul'dan used this thing to seal the elemental echo in the world of Draenor, depriving all shamans of their source of power. It can be said that the two stones in his hand were the beginning of the destruction of this world.
’s first bell.
But since it is a seal, it means it can still be lifted.
At the moment when he grabbed the two stones with the cursed code, the weak Ner'zhul seemed to be completely alive. As one of the most powerful shamans in the history of the orcs, Ner'zhul knew very well the differences between the material world and the elemental world.
Relationship, the reason why the devil's evil energy can corrode Draenor so easily is because the elemental realm of the world itself is sealed.
In other words, as long as he can unlock Gul'dan's code to seal the world's elements, he can envelope the world with the power of the elements again... Although in Draenor's current state, complete recovery is already an unattainable luxury, but
At least he can save a third of the earth... At least he can leave hope to the descendants of the orcs.
He can atone!
After the elemental realm is restored, he can see his late wife Rurkan again...
Even his own destiny, which he had already given up on, took a 180° turn at this moment. The ups and downs of destiny were so fast that Ner'zhul could not accept it, but he had maintained a terrible life for several years.
At the moment when the light of salvation arrived, the weak shaman's face turned red, and the vibrations in his soul became violent.
The moment he felt his body begin to feel uncomfortable, Tyrion, who was watching coldly, stepped forward and punched the old shaman on the back of the neck. Ner'zhul rolled his eyes and fainted.
When Ner'zhul opened his eyes again, he clenched his fists subconsciously. After feeling the hardness of the stone in his palm, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then smelled the smell of barbecue. He got up with difficulty,
Looking back, he saw a short creature he had never seen before, using a knife to cut a roasted evil twin-sailed dragon with difficulty.
This thing is similar to a crocodile. It is one of the few creatures that is still alive and edible after being infected by evil energy in Shadowmoon Valley. However, this thing has been infected by evil energy and has transformed from a beast.
They have become dangerous beings similar to World of Warcraft. Even the best orc hunters have a very difficult time dealing with these hordes of twin-sailed dragons.
"Hey, you're awake?"
The dwarf Ella, who had just cut the meat, raised her head and saw Ner'zhul standing there. The old orc who could be knocked down by a gust of wind had stayed with the death knights for a long time, which had already made the little dwarf's nerves thick.
After a while, she felt no threat from Ner'zhul, so she scratched her arm, where there was a red whip mark.
The disobedient little dwarf was whipped by Luminas just now. Although it was only a symbolic punishment due to peer pressure, the two people were still breathing before the punishment, but the whip still made the dwarf
Grinning his teeth.
The dwarf, who was in a bad mood, cut himself a large piece of meat steak, pushed the rest to Ner'zhul, who was swallowing his saliva, and said in less than standard orc language:
"Eat, eat... Anyway, no one will eat these things except the two of us."
The little dwarf's cooking skills are still very reliable. The food comes first, and the old orc doesn't care about anything else. After devouring it, he wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeves. He looked at the dwarf in front of him carefully and asked in a low voice:
"Who are you? Where are you from? Who are they?"
"My name is Ella, Ella Magic Thread, and I am the logistics director of the Dark Blade Knights! Well...that's it!"
The little dwarf patted his chest, gave himself a loud-sounding name, then grinned and pointed at the statue-like death knights behind him, and whispered:
"They are knights of the Dark Blade Knights...well, death knights are dead knights! Do you understand?"
It was rare for Ayla to have someone to chat with all day long, and the dwarf's racial personality was very out of touch. Seeing someone chatting, she ignored the weird smell of Ner'zhul, and kept chatting, under the treacherous and silent guidance of the old orc.
, told Ner'zhul everything he knew.
Including the orcs' invasion of Azeroth, their failure, the destruction of the Dark Portal, Gul'dan's disappearance, etc., all were told to Ner'zhul, and these news made the old shaman's eyes shine.
A person like him, who was once the leader of the tribe after all, knew very well that the curse code Tyrion gave him was not in vain. This death knight he had never come into contact with must have some purpose, but the dwarf said it more clearly.
The more the old orc did, the more confused he became.
After Ella, who had satisfied her desire to chat, ran to prepare bath water for Luminas and the Blood Watchers, the old shaman still thought about it for a long time. He looked at the two stones in his hand with the curse code engraved on them, and finally
Made up my mind.
Tyrion stood alone at the edge of the dilapidated altar. Like other death knights, he calmly and silently looked at the evil lava flowing in front of him. No one knew what he was thinking, and the heavy footsteps sounded from behind.
, interrupted Tyrion's thinking.
"Have you thought about it?"
The death knight whispered:
"I'm not very good at negotiating, so I'll just tell you the truth. I need you to cooperate with me."
The hoarse voice reached Ner'zhul's ears, and the old shaman was not surprised at all. In fact, he had experienced so many things in his life that it was hard to feel surprised.
Tyrion's answer made him silent for a moment. Finally, the old shaman raised his head:
"I want to unlock the curse code! I want to save my world and people! I want to atone for my sins. After doing all this, my life will be yours!"
"Why do I want your life? It's just a meaningless thing."
The death knight did not look back, and his voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep:
"I have no interest in the lives of you and your people. I have no interest in weak living people. In my future plans for this world, you and your people have no special value."
"You don't need to guess what I want to do."
"You don't need to estimate what I can do."
"I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm just informing you that you want to cooperate with me to do something that will benefit you and your world. I don't give you the right to refuse, that's all."
This arrogant answer made Ner'zhul not sure what to say. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head slightly:
"So, what are we going to do?"
This answer finally satisfied the death knight. He turned around and threw the last cursed code to the old shaman, then frowned and looked up and down at Ner'zhul's image:
"First of all, go change into some decent clothes and tidy up your image. The savior of Draenor should be more majestic."
"The rest is very simple... I want you to become the third chief of the tribe!"
