The land area of Draenor world is very small. There is only one continent in this world, which is surrounded by endless sea water. The overall area of this continent is about the same as that of the eastern continent of Azeroth. Generally speaking, this world
In fact, there is no basis for the emergence of super civilization.
Nagrand Grassland, the pearl of Draenor, is located in the northwest corner of the world of Draenor. It is a fertile and beautiful grassland. It was also the place where the elemental spirits of the world of Draenor were most active. It is also the place where evil energy is currently invading the world.
In the least corrupted place, there live those pure orcs who are unwilling to drink the blood of demons. They call themselves "Maghar", which means "the uncorrupted one".
Nagrand was once one of the large gathering places of the orc civilization. Two hundred years ago, a meteor fell from the sky and hit the Nagrand grassland, forming a glorious crystal mountain. The shamans soon discovered that
Around this crystal mountain, the souls of the ancestors are very active, and they can move independently without even needing to be awakened by magic, as if they are still alive.
This phenomenon was quickly regarded as a "miracle" by the superstitious orcs, and this place became a sacred place for the orcs.
Ner'zhul has heard the legend of Oshugu from the shaman since he was a child. He has come to the Mountain of Souls more than once to pray and listen to the ancient wisdom of his ancestors. He used to be proud of this behavior
, but after seeing the darkness inside Washugu with his own eyes, he once again doubted his faith.
"Great Chief, what...what's going on?"
Grom angrily pointed at the dark monster suspended in the sky and questioned Ner'zhul. Even though he was just a warrior, he could see the situation clearly. The monster was slowly devouring the soul of the orc ancestor, Washugu.
It's not holy at all...it's a hell!
"I have no idea..."
Ner'zhul's body shook, and he collapsed on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the orc souls floating unconsciously around the monster. An unspeakable anger filled the great shaman's heart.
He gritted his teeth, propped up his body with his staff, stood inside Washugu, and began to call out the souls of the orc ancestors. No one knew what was happening here better than them. He had to learn the truth from his ancestors.
As Ner'zhul's spell gradually subsided, a shimmering orc soul broke through the space and appeared in front of Ner'zhul and Grom. Judging from his appearance, this should be an orc shaman.
"You are here at last, my children."
The soul of the orc shaman looked at Ner'zhul and Grom in front of him with a kind and gentle look. His voice was ethereal and formless, like a whisper in the wind.
"Ancestor, I have many doubts!"
Ner'zhul said in a deep voice: "What on earth is going on? Why is Oshugu, our holy land, such a miserable scene in hell! Those souls, and that monster!"
"It's called K'ure, my child. It was once a noble Naaru, born from the light. Don't call it a monster."
The soul of the ancestor interrupted Ner'zhul's questioning. He looked back at the dark naaru suspended in the air, with an undisguised sadness in his eyes.
"K'urei is the guardian of the Draenei. When the Draenei's spaceship crashed into our world, it was infected by the void, but even so, it was unwilling to harm us and the world. It
Inject the remaining light power into the wreckage of the Guinidal spacecraft, which is the mountain of souls that you call Washugu... It awakens us in this way, giving us will and strength, and we
Finally decided to protect it.”
"But it's devouring the souls of our ancestors!"
Grom shouted loudly: "It is evil, there is no doubt about it, how can the souls of ancestors be used as food!"
"Listen to me, Hellscream boy."
Facing Grom's questioning, the soul of the ancestors acted very calmly. He stretched out his hand and patted Grom's shoulder from a distance, signaling him to calm down.
"This is our voluntary...Kurei used his last power to protect us, allowing us to resurrect in another form to guide the future generations, that is, your future. In return, every once in a while, we will
There are voluntarily sacrificed souls that enter K'ure's body to help it suppress the corruption of the void..."
The ancestor paused and turned to look at Ner'zhul:
"You are the Shaman of the Shadowmoon Clan, so you should know about the existence of Dark Star Kara..."
Ner'zhul nodded:
"I know that Kara, the dark star that is eternally suspended in the sky above Shadowmoon Valley, represents disaster and the unknown. It was once a taboo of the Shadowmoon clan, but it is a pity that 10 years ago, Gul'dan conquered
The Temple of Karabor introduced the Dark Star into our world, Karabor was destroyed, Shadowmoon Valley fell into eternal darkness, and Kara... was completely destroyed."
"The so-called Dark Star is the end of Naaru's death, when the light form is swallowed by the void. If it is not restrained, K'ure will become the second Kara, and once its void energy explodes, the entire Naaru will be destroyed.
Gran will..."
The soul of the ancestors shook his head. He looked at the two orc chiefs in front of him and said softly:
"This is a balance, my children. K'urei is not evil. It has died long ago. The wreckage filling the void will make the soul active, and we draw strength from the wreckage of K'urei and think about the future.
It guides the direction for future generations and helps them grow together. In fact, the origin of the Shadowmoon clan's divination magic is K'urei, which is almost closely related to the development of our civilization."
These words made Grom and Ner'zhul quiet down at the same time. The ancestors would not deceive them, but this does not mean that the two people can accept the existence of K'urei. Anyone who sees their ancestors being swallowed by monsters will be
Angry, even if this is a voluntary sacrifice by the ancestors!
After more than ten seconds, Ner'zhul raised his head, looked at his ancestor, and asked another question:
"Putting K'urei's question aside for now, ancestor, I ask you to answer another question of mine..."
Ner'zhul looked at the orc ancestor in front of him and asked in a deep voice:
"Are the draenei related to the demons? Someone told me that it was the draenei who attracted the demons, and we orcs are just victims of the hatred between them and the demons!"
This question made Grom's eyes widen. He had drank the blood of demons. At that time, Gul'dan told them that the demon was the benefactor, the benefactor who gave them power, and came here to let them save the world.
Of course Grom didn't believe that he was helping them, but he was blinded by the power at the time and didn't think much about it. It wasn't until today, 10 years later, that Grom, who had calmed down, began to think about this issue.
In the fall of Draenor, what role did the devil play? He had a hunch that this question would be completely solved today.
Faced with Ner'zhul's question, the orc ancestor was silent for a moment before speaking:
"Your statement is actually barely correct... Because of the frequent contact with K'urei, a small part of us also got a glimpse of the relationship between the Draenei and the Burning Legion, but we are trapped in Vo
Shu Guzhong, I can't pass this news to you, the ancestor souls outside don't understand this... What's more, after Gul'dan blocked the elements of the world, we can't contact you at all."
"The demons are indeed chasing the draenei. We don't know their specific grudges, but what is certain is that the draenei are miserable fugitives. They are exiled among the stars, trying to avoid the pursuit of the demons. They
The crash in Draenor was an accident. That crash caused their spacecraft to completely collapse and they were no longer able to travel among the stars..."
The ancestor's expression dimmed a bit. He looked at Ner'zhul and Grom and said softly:
"The demon spies discovered the traces of the draenei in Draenor. They should have rushed into the world brutally, killed the draenei and orcs together, and destroyed the world, but they did not do that. On the contrary, they
, they have extended their evil black hands to you... This is a scam, children, we see clearly what the orc traitor Gul'dan did."
"And you! Ner'zhul!"
The voice of the orc ancestor became serious:
"The big demon disguised himself as Lurkan and deceived you, and you became a knife in their hands. You gathered all the clans and led the tribe into the road of war, although this was not of your own free will.
But you also need to bear the price!"
"I know, I am heinous and the crimes I have committed cannot be repaid, I know!"
Ner'zhul grasped the staff with both hands, a trace of sadness flashed across his old face. He looked at his ancestor and asked pleadingly:
"Ancestors, we have unlocked Draenor's elemental blockade. We want to save the world. Please, please tell us, what should we do?"
"As long as the draenei are still in Draenor, the demons' eyes will not leave here. They swear in the dark starry sky to capture Velen and his followers. This hatred cannot be resolved by time."
The orc ancestor shook his head:
"If you ask me what to do, I can only tell you, Ner'zhul, and Grommash, take the remaining orcs and leave. There is no hope in this world. You can't stop the incoming attacks.
Demons, no world can stop them, they are a group of destroyers, a group of whippers, screamers, destroyers, they are the nightmare of all things... I have peeked at those completely extinguished suns in my dreams, they are the Burning Legion
of malice.”
"ah!"
Grom roared, grabbed the battle ax and was about to rush out of the holy mountain, but was stopped by Ner'zhul:
"Grommash, what are you going to do?"
"Kill all those Draenei scum! As long as we kill them all, the demons will no longer pay attention to us!"
Grom roared, but was dragged back to him by the wind chain wielded by Ner'zhul. The war chief looked at the angry Warsong chief, and he shouted loudly:
"That's enough! Don't be carried away by hatred. It's too late! The demons have seen the war potential of the orcs. They won't just give up. Killing all the draenei will not help. We must save ourselves now!"
"Yes! Ner'zhul is right! The Draenei may have caused disaster, but after the disaster came, they were of no importance."
The orc ancestor nodded, turned to look at Ner'zhul, and said softly:
"True courage is born in desperate situations, but you have to be careful about your collaborator, the new master of the Black Temple, Ner'zhul! There is no trace of destiny on him, and we can't see his future, which also means that there is
The future he participates in will become chaotic. He may become the key to freeing the orcs, or he may completely bury you. You must be careful!"
The soul of the ancestor became dim, and he chuckled:
"It's time for me to meet my destiny, children. I hope you can rekindle the fire of orc civilization... Ner'zhul, Rulkan has something to say to you..."
The soul of the ancestor was suspended in the sky, slowly drifting towards the dark Naruk Ulay in the sky, and at the moment he dissipated, the soul of a female orc appeared in front of Ner'zhul. Her appearance made Ner'zhul
The ancestors were in tears.
"My wife, my true love...it has been 10 years, and I finally...finally see you again."
He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the soul, but his touch was in vain. A trace of pain and sadness flashed in the eyes of the female orc soul. She stretched out her hand and touched Ner'zhul's old cheek. She whispered:
"Forgive me, Ner'zhul. When you were deceived by the great demon 10 years ago, I should have stood by your side to support you, but instead I scolded you, insulted you, and then gave up on you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
What you did, I saw the torture you suffered over the years...I'm sorry, Ner'zhul, my love, I hurt you."
"It's all my fault, Lurkan, it's not your fault."
Ner'zhul half-knelt on the ground, his old cheeks full of tears, and he said with a trace of satisfaction:
"I am satisfied to have you by my side at the end of my life... I will try my best to make up for the mistakes I made against the orcs. Maybe I will die, but I just ask that after my death, I can be qualified to stand between you and the orcs.
By the side of my ancestors...I will try my best to save our world and civilization! I swear!"
The old shaman clenched his fists and shouted in a hoarse voice:
"I swear!"
Ten minutes later, Grom supported the weak Ner'zhul and walked out of Washugu. The two orcs felt extremely heavy in their hearts. The truth hidden under the nightmare was even crueler than the nightmare itself. Even the real warrior Grom,
They all felt hopeless.
"Gather the clans! Grommash, prepare for war, we don't have much time."
"War? With whom?"
Grom asked in a deep voice. He was not afraid of war, and after understanding the truth, war was inevitable. Faced with this problem, Ner'zhul used his staff to prop up his body. In his weak eyes, a ball of
The flames were burning brightly, and he said in a harsh voice:
"I'm going to Shadowmoon Valley. After I come back, you and I will know who the enemy is..."
"No matter who the enemy is... for the survival of the orcs, we must crush them!"
