The weak sunlight penetrated the deep clouds and shone on the desolate land of Shadowmoon Valley for the first time. The orc warriors who had just bathed in a pure rain saw hope for the future. After the shaman regained the power of the elements,
With the help of others, they buried the bodies of the war dead properly. Although death in Shadowmoon Valley was inevitable, the world would inevitably be reborn.
Everyone believed in this tortuous but bright future, but only Ner'zhul knew how difficult this future would be.
The old shaman looked back at the devastated land. The three orc chiefs stood behind him. Although they still had conflicts with each other, they saw hope that their conflicts could be temporarily put aside. The freedom of the elemental spirits also comforted the orcs.
The chief's violent heart made them feel a little bit of peace amidst the torture of the demonic blood.
"This is just the beginning of redemption. Grommash, Fenris, and Kargath, we all know that even with the help of the elements, the resources of this world are not enough to feed the existing orcs. The restoration of the elemental spirits only allows us to
Our souls have returned to glory, but we still need more powerful power to save our bodies..."
Ner'zhul said softly:
"Gul'dan's sins and his mistakes will be corrected! But the recovery of Draenor is bound to be a long process, and it is likely to take hundreds of years. In this process, we must ensure that the current people
survival!"
"The infection of demon blood has destroyed an entire generation. We cannot leave this infection to the next generation. Therefore, we must concentrate the children in Nagrand, where the evil energy is the least contaminated, and hand them over to an elder to raise.
Those of us cursed by the demonic blood..."
The old shaman's voice became sonorous. He leaned on his staff and looked back at the chiefs:
"We will use our hands to win the future for the tribe!"
"Go, gather all the forces we can find, and tell them that the elements have returned, and the wisdom of the ancestors will burst out with light again. In three days, we will have a noble battle in Washugu, the mountain of souls in Nagrand.
At the Kershhag Festival, the ancient traditions will be continued, and most importantly... at that time, I will announce my plans for the future of the tribe."
Ner'zhul looked at the three chiefs in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"I will become the third warchief, and I need your help. We will join hands to save the orc civilization...at any cost!"
"After we succeed, our pure bloodline descendants will succeed the position of warchief! Grommash, Fenris, Kargath, your clans will not die, and the desire for war surging in your bodies will be restored.
Unprecedented satisfaction. Although it is still killing, it is different from the past conquests and invasions. This time, we will fight for the future of the orcs!"
"I will find a way to relieve the blood lust of the orcs who are troubled by demonic blood. This is my promise to you! And if the continuation of civilization requires inevitable victims, then I will accept my fate and I will be the first to die.
!”
The three chiefs were silent for nearly a minute. Kargath, the most irritable one, took a step forward and tried to say something, but was stopped by Grom and Fenris at the same time. Grom took a step back and smiled slightly at Ner'zhul.
Lean over:
"Yes! Chief!"
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Shadowmoon Valley was once the home of the Shadowmoon Orcs, and in the last 200 years of the Orcs' history, there was another race that always accompanied them.
That is the Draenei, a race among the stars. They master mysterious technology. However, according to the records of the orcs, these strange people with powerful power live in seclusion in the world of Draenor.
They never invade the territory of the orcs and maintain a delicate balance with each other. If no external force intervenes, the gentle draenei will have further contact with the orcs and eventually merge into one...
But the devil's conspiracy destroyed everything. The orcs who drank the blood of the devil were furious and eager for war and destruction, so they aimed their butcher knives at the draenei who were independent of the world. It was a tragic massacre, three points.
Two-thirds of the draenei died in the sudden invasion of the orcs, and the glorious city they built was also completely destroyed in the war.
In Shadowmoon Valley, there is such a city that once belonged to the Draenei... It is called Karabor, and it was once one of the most glorious cities of the Draenei. But now, it is called the Black Temple, and it is a place that has been destroyed.
The cursed fortress, even the orcs are unwilling to approach it.
Not only because of the brutal massacre that took place here, but also because Gul'dan's warlocks triggered the forbidden power and wrapped this temple in a power called "void".
But now, this abandoned black city has a new owner.
"Da, da, da"
The sound of heavy footsteps and the sound of staffs hitting the ground echoed in the tall and wide corridors of the Dark Temple. The death knights had just installed simple spar lamps here, which could barely illuminate the intricate roads.
This is not the first time Ner'zhul has come to Karabor Temple. He has witnessed with his own eyes how the orc warriors killed unarmed Draenei civilians and even children here. For a few days, the smell of blood covered Karabor.
The disgusting smell can be smelled even from very far away.
The orcs are victims of the devil's tricks, and these innocent draenei... are more like sacrifices to the darkness.
"You're here."
Under the guidance of the little dwarf Ayla, Ner'zhul quickly arrived at the top of the Dark Temple. Here was a large platform overlooking the entire Shadowmoon Valley, and on the edge of the platform, a dark figure was standing there.
A black cloak enveloped his body, and under the influence of the elemental power, the death knight in front of him was like a dark whirlpool.
Ner'zhul was curious, what kind of past had the death knight in front of him gone through so that he could still maintain his own thinking under the impact of such a huge death energy?
"I am coming..."
Ner'zhul replied in a humble voice: "I have to thank you for your help, Tyrion. Without the curse code you brought, Draenor would definitely not see hope for the future."
"No need to thank me, it's just a transaction."
The death knight turned around and reached out to take the three stones handed over by Ner'zhul. The curse code is a kind of incantation, and this stone is its carrier. Just chanting the incantation can activate the dark and strange power.
Stone will not be consumed.
"Speaking of which, my friend Ner'zhul, what are you going to do next?"
Tyrion turned around and walked to the broken stone throne on the platform, while the orc shaman stood aside. The two of them were like cooperative allies, although the two of them had no trust in each other at all.
But as Tyrion said, in his cooperation with this death knight, Ner'zhul has not found any abnormalities or traces of conspiracy so far. Either the death knight's sneakiness has hidden his eyes, or this death knight is sincere.
Helping the orcs sincerely... Unfortunately, these two possibilities have been rejected by the orc shaman.
Ner'zhul can be sure that Tyrion has his own purpose, and the orcs are just his pawns. But judging from the current situation in Draenor, Ner'zhul wants to save the orc civilization and cooperates with Tyrion, who has a mysterious origin.
It's the best way. As for the disputes and hostility that are bound to come between the two people... let's wait until later.
"I have the Skull of Gul'dan as a gift from you..."
Ner'zhul reached out and picked up the skull hanging on his waist. He felt the evil energy flowing in the skull and whispered:
"With it, we can reopen the Dark Portal. Draenor's current ecology is too fragile. We can only leave children and women here. All warriors who can still move must unite under the banner of the tribe. From now on
Azeroth has snatched enough resources to supplement its own existence..."
"Oh, this sounds no different from what Blackhand and Orgrim claimed..."
Tyrion stared at Ner'zhul: "The same method will only lead to the same failure. You don't naively think that you can defeat the Alliance by relying on the defeated soldiers you gathered, right?"
"This time we will not march blindly!"
Ner'zhul said:
"I have heard the results of the war from the soldiers who escaped. I have contacted Blackrock Tower. We will occupy several areas outside the Dark Portal and connect Azeroth and Draenor. This time
The orcs will not meet the Alliance's attack in a scattered manner, we will unite... and even negotiate with the humans if necessary!"
"The tribe doesn't need much. Under the pressure of the war, I think they will agree."
"Cannibalizing?"
Tyrion immediately understood Ner'zhul's plan. It seemed that the old shaman was preparing to use a war-supporting method to occupy the land outside the Dark Portal bit by bit, using Azeroth's
resources to fill the gaps Draenor needs.
I have to say that this is actually a very clever way of war. Even if the orcs are defeated again, as long as they get enough resources, they will be able to launch the next attack sooner or later. The Dark Portal of Azeroth has been destroyed.
, the Dark Portal of Draenor still exists, and the rhythm of the war is firmly in the hands of the orcs.
Moreover, the Alliance will not be so united every time. No one knows the character of those human kings better than Tyrion. Attack after attack will only make the Alliance exhausted. After realizing that the orcs sweeping in have no intention of
After occupying the entire continent, it is likely that there will be signs of division within the alliance.
But this was not the result the Death Knight wanted to see. He raised his brows, a glimmer of light flashed in his ice blue eyes, and he whispered:
"But the risk is too great. The warriors of the Horde should not be consumed in this way. Do you want to listen to my opinion? My friend Ner'zhul."
"All ears!"
Ner'zhul nodded. The death knight sat on the cold stone throne. He intertwined his fingers and whispered in a hoarse voice:
"Azeroth is a very magical world, where there are many powers you can't imagine. You already know that there is a demon behind Gul'dan, but you may not yet know why Gul'dan would risk betrayal.
Demon...let me tell you, because that world contains enough power to defeat the demon, Gul'dan was tempted!"
This sentence made Ner'zhul raise his eyebrows, but he did not speak immediately. The death knight continued:
"The Dark Portal is a passage connecting two worlds. It is the embodiment of the most advanced wisdom of wizards and warlocks. But there is something that can easily tear open the portal to other worlds."
"Look, the orcs have already suffered a defeat in Azeroth. Going there to take risks will obviously be subject to a crazy attack from the alliance. This is irrational. In the stars, similar to Azeroth,
There are many worlds, why don't we find a world that is easier to defeat? Orcs are so powerful, you should have a life worthy of your status, but the salvation of Draenor is far away, you...don't you want to give
Do you want to leave a little spark of your own civilization?"
Tyrion's voice became seductive:
"If the rescue of Draenor fails and starts a new one in another world, the orc civilization will not die and will become more and more prosperous... By the way, you may not know one thing... Let me tell you
You, my friend Ner'zhul."
The death knight lowered his voice:
"Do you really think it's an accident that the demons found the orcs? Wrong! It's not an accident...those draenei, the demons are looking for the draenei. Velen, the leader of those draenei, you should meet
There is irreconcilable bad blood between him and the leader of the devil! Do you know why I generously gave you the curse code?"
Tyrion let out a series of blood-curdling sneers:
"Ner'zhul, you can't see the future, but I can! Let me tell you, Draenor's destruction is doomed, and your efforts to save this world are in vain!"
"As long as the draenei still exist in this world, the demons will not give up hunting them. Your world is just a victim of the draenei's escape! And in the end, the orcs will become the victims of the demons instead of the draenei.
Sacrifice!"
The secret told by Tyrion made Ner'zhul's whole body shiver. As a wise shaman, he would not be tempted by sweet words, but combined with the process of orcs being corrupted by demons, he fully experienced this process.
Under Tyrion's guidance, he thought over and over again, and finally...he had to admit that maybe what the Death Knight said had some truth to it.
The ending described by the death knight made Ner'zhul clenched his fists and stared at the death knight fiercely:
"So, what you gave me was never salvation, right? You liar!"
"No!"
Tyrion put his palm on Ner'zhul's shoulder, and the coldness of death made the old shaman's body begin to tremble. The death knight whispered in a hoarse and cold voice:
"I just want you to see clearly the future of the orcs and the tribe... What you need is not help, but evidence! Warchief, go to Washugu and have a look. All the truth is there, but with all due respect, leave
You and the orcs don’t have much time.”
"And after that, you will take my advice and get those few things, and you will leave a ray of fire for the orcs! If you want to save your world, then you should do what I say...
I bear you no ill will, my friend.”
"I can also send my power to help you. You see, this won't do you any harm at all!"
“So, give it a try!”
To be honest, when the VIP chapter was delayed backstage just now, I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat... I thought something was wrong, I was scared to death~~~ Please give me some support and comfort my soul~