Grom led the chiefs to Shadowmoon Valley, three days later.
Due to Gul'dan's action of breaking the elements, this originally beautiful place turned into a hell polluted by evil energy. No orcs were willing to come here. Therefore, in the past few years, there has been a lot of news about Shadowmoon Valley.
few.
Although the three chiefs all drank the blood of demons and turned into arrogant and crazy warriors, they saw with their own eyes the doomsday scene caused by the evil magic infecting their world, and saw the track of the earth being polluted by green evil energy.
Looking at the green poisonous water flowing on the ground, all the accompanying soldiers fell silent.
At this time, 7 years have passed since the orcs drank the blood of demons. The restlessness flowing in their hearts has become weak under the touch of time. In fact, at the end of the Azeroth War, the orcs were "exhausted"
"Plague" is caused by the fact that the demon blood in the body has gradually expired.
However, in the world of Draenor, due to the sufficient amount of evil energy, the orc warriors here have not yet felt the impact of "demon blood".
"Ah, you are finally here."
The group of people followed the deserted road to the hillside in the center of Shadowmoon Valley. They easily found signs of the activities of the Shadowmoon Clan. These orc shamans faded out of orc society after the rise of warlock magic.
In addition, when they saw the orthodox orc shamans again wearing traditional robes and decorated with animal bones and gems, the orc warriors even felt a little emotional.
What is good and what is bad? After seven years of torture, everyone has an answer in their hearts. In the heart of an orc chief like Grom who has a big-picture perspective, he has already guessed the truth of the matter.
..They are just victims, whether they are orc warriors or the world of orcs.
They are all victims and sacrifices of the conspiracy of higher powers...
"Ner'zhul, long time no see."
Grom, carrying Gorehowl on his back, stepped forward. In front of him, the Shadowmoon orcs wearing traditional shaman robes respectfully moved out of the way, revealing Ner'zhul standing on the hillside.
The old orc was wearing a black robe, his gray hair was neatly styled, and he was holding his former staff - the Thousand Souls Staff that can control the soul. The faint blue soul light shines in the patient's eyes.
The top of Aozu's head makes him look deep and mysterious.
Ner'zhul turned around. His cheeks were as thin as a skeleton, but his eyes were filled with a ball of fire. The strong will of self-sacrifice and dedication was like a burning fire, supporting Ner'zhul's weakness.
With his body set against the tall Grom in front of him, the skinny Ner'zhul looked like a dwarf, but he was not afraid of this powerful orc chief.
He stretched out his hand, and a white skull appeared in his hand. The skull's eye sockets were beating with dark green evil energy, making it look particularly weird.
"The sinner's skull is already in my hands, and the traitor's soul has completely dissipated. It's time for us to atone for our sins, Grommash!"
Grommash is another name for Grom. This is actually just a trouble caused by the accents of different orc clans. In order to show respect in formal occasions, the orcs will call Grom as Grommash.
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“Atonement to whom?”
Grom asked subconsciously, and a terrifying smile appeared on Ner'zhul's skull-like cheek:
"To the elements we abandoned! To this world! To atone for Draenor!"
Grom didn't answer, but Kargas Blade Fist standing behind him couldn't stand it anymore. He took a step forward, waved the fist blade in his hand, and shouted loudly:
"That's enough! We came all the way here not to listen to the nonsense spouted by you, an old bastard! Tell us, how are you going to save this world?"
"Bang"
Kargath's sharp fist blade was less than 2 meters away from Ner'zhul. This was naturally regarded as a threat. There was no need for Ner'zhul to speak. The tall figure standing behind him took a step forward, and under the shining light of the runes
In the middle, the black battle ax slammed out and hit Kargas' fist blade. The dark red death force wrapped around the battle ax pushed the impatient orc chief back several steps.
This scene made the orc warriors noisy. They drew their weapons one after another and planned to step forward to help Kargath, but they were stopped by Grom's outstretched hand.
Hellscream looked at the figure wearing a black hood in front of him. Judging from the size, this should be an orc, but the cold aura was something he had never seen before, and it even made him feel a hint of threat.
"Okay! Kargas, you are still as irritable as ever."
Naturally, Ner'zhul came to these chiefs not to fight. He waved his fingers, and Grokush, who was guarding him, snorted, put his battle ax back behind him, and returned to the place where he was standing before.
"The evil warlock Gul'dan used cursed magic to cut off our connection with the elements. This is the beginning of our world's fall into darkness!"
Ner'zhul walked down the hillside with his staff. The shamans of the Shadowmoon clan followed closely behind him. The Shadowmoon orcs who survived the massacre were already kneeling before Ner'zhul.
In front of the ancestor, those who dared to resist had their heads cut off by the knights of the Dark Blade Knights.
In order to atone for his sins, the paranoid Ner'zhul no longer cared about the life and death of his people. To be honest, this soul began to become crazy.
He hooked his fingers and signaled the chiefs to follow him. Kargas glanced at his back with disdain and spat on the ground, but under the leadership of Grom, he still followed.
"It's right here! The Hand of Gul'dan! It's right here..."
Ner'zhul stood in front of the broken altar and said in a deep voice:
"Here, we witnessed the failure of the elements of Draenor. We were addicted to power and abandoned the elements, so it also abandoned us and the world... But I know that the elements are generous and great, as long as we
Repent sincerely and embrace the element again...and it will embrace us again with open arms."
"But before that happens, we have to right the wrongs Gul'dan left! That's why I invited you here."
The staff in Ner'zhul's hand hit the ground. He looked back at the chiefs behind him and said in a deep voice:
"Each of us has the blood of Draenor on our hands. We are all murderers. Only through a true confession can the elemental spirit of this world be reawakened. Under the protection of the elemental spirit, this
Evil energy will no longer contaminate the remaining gathering places... We must leave hope to our descendants!"
Ner'zhul's eyes fell on Grom, and he increased his voice:
"Grommash, think about your son...are you willing to let him live in a world without hope?"
"Garrosh..."
Grom muttered his son's name in a low voice. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Ner'zhul, with a hint of distrust in his eyes:
"It was you who broke the tradition of the orcs and formed the tribe. Although Gul'dan led all this, you are also the culprit. Ner'zhul, to be honest, I don't believe you, but if you really have a way to save this general
The world of death...I, we are willing to help you! But if you dare to deceive us..."
"cheat?"
Ner'zhul shook his head, and handed the staff and skull to an old shaman behind him. He took out three stones from his sleeves, turned and walked towards the dilapidated altar, and said softly:
"You will soon see my sincerity, but the elements no longer respond to the requests of the shamans. We have been stripped of our power. If we are to fight... we need you! This is our last chance.
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"O great elemental, please hear the confessions of sinners!"
Ner'zhul knelt on the ground, held the curse code in his hands, and began to recite the evil incantation above. When he recited the first incantation, the entire ground of Shadowmoon Valley began to shake.
The hot magma filled with evil energy surged out from the center of the earth, rolling and roaring. This scene made the orc warriors couldn't help but raise their heads and look around.
Ner'zhul's second spell sounded, and the green poisonous water began to roll. A huge illusion appeared on the rolling land in front of him. Around the altar of Gul'dan, the extinguished volcanoes erupted again.
, the scorching magma fell on the ground, and then set off a howling storm, and the strong wind full of sulfur smell blew across the land, like a wail full of hatred.
In the scorching wind, Grom stretched out his hand to block his eyes. Seeing the reality of the discolored sky and earth in front of him, and feeling the trembling and roaring earth under his feet, the orc chief immediately realized that no matter what Ner'zhul wanted to do, he was probably the real one.
Mastering those cursed powers also gave Grom a slim hope.
"If it's really possible..."
"Shua"
The orc chief drew out the battle ax Gorehowl from his back with his backhand. Under his command, the orcs of the Warsong clan immediately formed an attack formation.
"Bang"
The third stone in Ner'zhul's hand was suspended in the air by invisible power. The beating bright red runes bloomed with a strange light, like a key, opening the sealed door of the cursed world in front of him.
At this moment, the dark green evil fire storm entangled the scorching magma and poisonous water, connecting the heaven and the earth. Several unlucky shamans were involved in it. In their wails, their bodies were instantly burned to ashes.
And at the moment when the evil fire storm dissipated, in front of everyone's eyes, a flame giant about 10 meters tall and made of hot dark green rocks stood in the center of Shadowmoon Valley. It looked like the legendary demon god.
Likewise, every step it takes will make the ground shake more violently, and every time it roars, it will set off a scorching storm of evil energy.
The flame giant looked up to the sky and roared:
"This world is coming to an end!"
"I am the will of the elements! Orcs! Orcs... Never forgive! Die!"
"roar!"
Amidst the roar of the dark green evil fire giant, he lifted up a boulder like a meteor and smashed it towards the orcs in Gul'dan's hand. The boulder was wrapped with thick green flames, and there was a burning...
There was a storm, but before it fell to the ground, a tall figure rose into the sky, and the battle ax in his hand hit the boulder hard.
"boom"
Debris entwined with flames flew across the sky, and amidst the burning stench, Grom's body fell next to Ner'zhul. He opened his eyes wide and pointed at the roaring mad giant:
"What is that?"
"That is the gathering of Draenor's elemental power, representing the final struggle of the elements by Senluken, the Lord of Fire."
Ner'zhul was also scratched in the previous evil fire storm and looked extremely embarrassed, but his eyes were full of pain and repentance at this time. He looked at the crazy flame giant and said in a deep voice:
"In order to fight against the evil disaster brought by Gul'dan, our elemental spirits gathered together and formed Senluken, the Lord of Fire, to fight against Gul'dan's evil power, but they underestimated the evil gift given by the devil.
With the power, Senluken's body was shattered by the evil magic guided by Gul'dan. What remains here is the unwilling echo of Senluken..."
"But you saw it too, Grommash!"
Ner'zhul firmly grabbed the orc chief's wrist and shouted loudly:
"The Echo of Senluken has been infected by evil energy. It has fallen. The pure elements are sealed in its body. Only by crushing it can the pure elements be freed... Only in this way can we regain
By establishing a connection, we may be able to save our world... and return the orcs to the glorious Elemental Age!"
"Go ahead! Crush it!"
Ner'zhul said in a pleading voice:
"Express our repentance to the elements with actions, and let us wash away our sins with blood! Come on, only sacrifice, and only sacrifice, can save our world!"
"Think of your son, Grommash! This is our last chance!"
Chief Zhansong gritted his teeth. He raised his head and looked at the crazy flame giant. He knew very well that to defeat such a monster, the soldiers he brought would probably be wiped out, but...
"The Warsong Clan!"
Grom stood up in the scorching flame storm. The orcs behind him couldn't even see his body. They could only see a tall back in the scorching flames. They saw Grom raising the blood roar,
They heard Grom's mad roar.
"For Draenor! For our families! For our world! Charge with me!"