"What a brave race. It seems that after the madness of the demon blood faded, they have recovered their souls... What a good material."
On a hillside not far from Gul'dan's Hand, Tyrion stood on the top of the hillside like a black statue, with a black cloak covering his body. He was gloomy and solemn, looking like a believer who was praying.
Beside him, the heavily armed Blood Watcher Nasa was also watching the battle between the orcs and the Fire King Senluken.
Senluken is a powerful element formed by the elemental spirits of Draenor who gathered together to resist evil infestation. In its heyday, Senluken could even single-handedly fight against the warlocks of the entire Draenor world.
Even Gul'dan fears the power of this elemental king.
But what was summoned at this time was just an echo after all. The real King of Fire had been crushed by the gathered power of the orc warlocks 10 years ago.
So faced with the siege of the War Song, the Thunder King and the elite warriors of the Shattered Hand clan, the seemingly majestic Senluken was actually weakened every minute and every second. The orc warriors used chains and javelins to limit the Fire Giant's attack.
Action, led by the chiefs, they waved their weapons one after another and rushed forward to attack the Fire King's body.
Along with the shattering of those dark green stones, Senluken's tall body also became weaker.
"The orcs will win, that's obvious."
Nasa's angry voice sounded:
"If you plan to use this flame giant to destroy the last orc chief, then you have made a wrong calculation. This element is too weak. It is no match for these violent orcs."
"I never thought that Grom Hellscream could be defeated with a weak elemental lord... I'm not that stupid."
Tyrion whispered:
"The existence of Draenor was too short, and the elemental spirits it bred were too weak. Even when these elements were at their peak, their combined power was no match for any elemental king in Azeroth.
..”
"As Ner'zhul said, I just give these desperate orcs a little hope. Just like a person falling into the water, he will cling to any hope he sees and use everything he has to defend the last hope.
Blood can only stimulate their bodies, but I...I will stimulate their souls with hope, allowing them to burst out with unparalleled fighting power..."
The death knight let out a hoarse laugh:
"Inspired by noble hopes, these orcs will once again break the order of Azeroth. They will become stronger and crazier, and will become the sharpest knife in our hands... Oh, I hope Mr. Medivh will
Like my gift, I hope the world of Azeroth is ready to welcome a new batch of...invaders!"
This speech made the Blood Watcher's body shake. She quietly moved away from Tyrion. Until the moment she was about to disappear into the darkness, the Death Knight suddenly said:
"How is the investigation of the Dark Temple going?"
"That place is weird. There is a reason why the orcs abandoned it."
Nasa replied:
"There is a power that we have never seen before and outside the temple. Although it will not harm the body, it will affect the stability of the soul. Luminas and Rogelio have already led people to clean it up, but they need to
I say, if you have to choose a stronghold, it may not be the right place!"
"The souls killed in anger and despair, the well-preserved corpses, and the dark power flooding the temple are simply the most perfect fortress for the Death Knight!"
Tyrion waved his hand:
"I don't see any problem! Go ahead and tell Rogge and Lumi to set up the psychic circle as quickly as possible. When I go back, I will start recruiting enough knights. At least in the next five years,
That will be our base camp!”
Nasa nodded, and before leaving, she reported again:
"Selent and the Blood Mage have followed your orders to conduct reconnaissance in Talador, and news will be sent back soon."
"Yeah, I understand."
Tyrion nodded. After Nassa disappeared, the death knight raised his hand. A ball of dark red energy was entangled in his hand. He stared at the power of death, with a gleam of disgust in his ice-blue eyes.
.
"Shattrath... Naaru... Draenei... Velen, my career has just started, don't get in my way... you bastards!"
After a moment, Tyrion raised his head. Outside the altar of the Hand of Gul'dan, the battle between the orcs and the Fire King Senluken had come to an end.
"Bang"
The heated ax blade split open the dark green flame giant's arm. Grom's body jumped in the air. The moment it landed, the roaring flame giant raised its feet and headed towards the orcs.
The chief smashed it down hard.
"Orc! Die!"
Grom raised his head, and the storm caused by the dark green flames hitting his head made his black hair flutter. However, the orcs of the Warsong clan will never be afraid of their opponents. Seeing the huge boulder smashing down, the orc chief's hands
Holding the battle ax, the red light in his eyes became violent.
His arms expanded in a circle at this moment, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a little green giant. With the blessing of violent will and strength, Grom waved his battle ax and rolled his body to the other side.
, the moment the boulder smashed down, the blood-red light blade grazed the flame giant's left leg, smashing the thick rock into rubble.
"Kargas! How long do you want to wait?"
Grom roared, and the next moment, the Shattered Hand Chief hidden in the shadows jumped out of the shadows like a black sword. He grabbed the wrist of his left hand with his right hand, and the black fist blade coated with poison was precise.
And viciously stabbed into the Fire King's neck.
"Bang"
Like an explosion, the head of the dark green flame giant was chopped off directly by Kargas' fist blade.
No one would miss this good opportunity. Although half of the orc warriors had been lost, under the leadership of Fenris, the Thunder King Wolf Cavalry who had been fighting around the Fire King all threw their hunting spears.
These sharp steel spears pierced the Flame King's already fragile body. Amid the shouts of the wolf cavalry, the chains carried behind the spears were straightened.
With the joint efforts of dozens of wolf knights, the tall flame giant's body fell backwards for the first time and hit the scorching ground.
"Orcs! Hoho! Die! Roar!"
The elemental lord who had lost his head still wanted to resist. Grom's body rose into the sky at this moment. With the help of the force of falling, the battle ax in his hand struck hard on the chest of the flaming elemental, tearing away the strongest boulder.
After breaking it, blood-like magma spurted out from the wound, causing Grom to be caught off guard and severely burned.
But this blow also completely ended Senluken's cursed body. Grom endured the pain, swung his ax and wanted to attack. The next moment, blue, red, gray and white rays of light emerged from
Storms, flames, running water and the earth burst out from Senluken's torn body. The aura that was incompatible with Shadowmoon Valley silenced the entire battlefield in the first place.
After more than ten years, the old shamans of the Shadowmoon clan once again felt the pure power of the elements. This made them burst into tears and made them sincerely kneel on the ground to welcome the freed elemental spirits.
Even those soldiers who had just recovered from the fierce battle, when they smelled the unfamiliar pure air, stood there dumbly, looking at the four shadows suspended in the sky in front of them.
A blue, shapeless phantom suspended like flowing water, that is the flowing water spirit of Draenor, Ebrius.
Red, burning like a flame, and carrying a crown of flames on the forehead of the vague form, which is the flame spirit of Draenor, Ethan Rattus.
White, with his whole body curled up like a storm, and every word he spoke was like a whisper in the wind. It was Karadios, the air spirit of Draenor.
Finally, there is a giant standing on the earth with both feet, and its whole body is made of black and gray rocks. It uses blue gems as its eyes. When it takes steps, the earth welcomes its arrival and keeps trembling.
.
This is Godaur, the earth spirit of Draenor.
But the once gentle and serious elemental spirits were no longer the same. As the strongest shaman, Ner'zhul knelt on the ground. He could keenly feel that after the evil war, these elemental spirits had also changed.
It was difficult to communicate. They looked at the orcs in front of them with a critical look. They were no longer as close to them as they once were, and they were even strangers.
Perhaps it was because the orcs broke the shackles of the Fire King Senluken and allowed the elements to be free. Because of this, these elements did not attack them.
This is an opportunity!
Ner'zhul's eyes blinked, and he reached out to take the skull handed over by the old shaman O'runok. Splitheart behind him. He stood up, took a few steps forward, held the white skull in his hands, and moved toward
The elemental spirits shouted:
"Great elements, welcome you back to this world... We repent for the heinous crimes we have committed. The soul of the culprit has disappeared, but its skull will be dedicated to you as a trophy. May you forgive us for our stupidity.
mistake."
"Gul'dan..."
The floating voice of the air spirit Karadios rang in the ears of the orcs: "His death will not change anything... Draenor is dying, and it is precisely because of you!"
"You don't deserve to be saved!"
Fire Spirit Ethan Rattus said indifferently: "You have killed your own world!"
"But we are aware of it!"
"We pray for forgiveness, we long for the chance of redemption, and we can only save our world. We are willing to give up everything, even our lives!"
Ner'zhul half-knelt on the ground. At his signal, Grom was the first to put down his weapon and kneel before the elemental spirit. Those rebellious orc warriors also realized the seriousness of the problem.
They put down their weapons one after another. It was probably this humble attitude that made the elements feel bad. After a moment of silence, the Spirit of Flowing Water Abrius spoke:
"Shadowmoon Valley...Talador...Nataan, the earth infected by evil energy cannot recover. We cannot save this world..."
"No! No!"
Ner'zhul was keenly aware of the change in the attitude of the elemental spirits. No one knew the connection between the elements and reality better than the old shaman. He was very confident in convincing the elemental spirits. The reason was very simple. If Draenor died, these
Even the elemental spirits cannot survive. We are all closely related...
Now that we have reached this point, no matter who we are, there is no way to avoid the final outcome.
"We don't dare to wish you could save the whole world, that's not realistic!"
Ner'zhul opened his arms and said sincerely and humbly:
"We only hope that the great elements can protect the land that has not been completely polluted, Nagrand, Gorgrond, Frostfire Ridge and Arak. Only these places still exist, whether it is the great elements or the humble us,
We can all find a place to breathe, and we can all give birth to hope again... And we, the servants who once served the elements, we beg the elements to give us power again..."
"I swear this!"
Ner'zhul pricked his cheek with his fingers, letting blood flow into his palm, and he shouted loudly:
"In the name of the Chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, I swear here! The shamans who have regained their power will be dedicated to saving Draenor. We swear on our souls that we will drive away the evil influence.
To make up for the sins we have committed... O merciful element, please give us a chance to save this world! Please join forces with us... to defend Draenor and our world!"
Frankly speaking, this request is not too much. When the orcs were born, the elemental spirits gave the power of the elements to the orcs because they hoped that these flesh-and-blood creatures would help them maintain the world. The elements have no entities and face many disasters.
Unable to lend a helping hand, the existence of the shaman is actually a concrete demonstration of the power of the elements.
Many times, the shaman's soul is called the fifth element.
Now, the freed elemental spirits can clearly feel the weakening of the world of Draenor. In this case, it is necessary to recruit a group of shamans again.
Ner'zhul also gave these proud elements face. Seeing the remaining orc chiefs kneeling humbly on the ground, the elemental spirits were silent for a moment before finally making a decision.
The howling wind blew away the heavy clouds in Shadowmoon Valley at this moment, casting a faint sunlight on the ground, and clear raindrops were also scattered in the sunlight on the dry land of Shadowmoon Valley, and the cracks on the ground were cracked one by one.
A few points were made up, and in the burning flames, all the orcs felt a kind of warmth in their souls.
Wind, fire, water, earth, and the power of the four elements enveloped Ner'zhul, filling his thin body little by little. Behind him, the Shadow Moon Shamans cried loudly, and the power of the elements returned to their bodies.
, this represents the end of the dark 20 years of doomsday.
"Cherish it... Orcs, there is no... there will be no next time."
In the whisper of the elements, the four elements disappeared into the air. Ner'zhul raised his arms and roared in the most cheerful manner. He waved his fingers and the gentle power of water covered Grom's body, covering him.
The burns were healed in an instant, and Chief Warsong stood up. He looked at Ner'zhul, whose body was wrapped with the power of the elements, and whispered:
"I believe you, Ner'zhul...Thank you for saving this world..."
"Save? No! Grommash, this is just the beginning of atonement... We still have a lot to do... a lot!"
