Gul'dan... this name is a real taboo in today's orc tribe.
No one knows which clan Gul'dan comes from, and there are rumors that his clan has been wiped out by him himself.
He once joined the Shadowmoon Clan as a wanderer, and then because of his outstanding talent in magic, he was accepted as a disciple by Ner'zhul, the leader of the Shadowmoon Clan and a highly respected old shaman in Draenor. And soon, he became familiar with the orcs.
His understanding of spirituality and astrology is already comparable to Ner'zhul's.
But Gul'dan's ambitions didn't stop there. He proposed the concept of a warlock for the first time in orc society, a dangerous spellcaster who used shadow and manic corruption, as well as fire and the power of summoned demons to fight.
In peacetime, such a dangerous spellcaster would not have appeared at all, but at that time, all the elements in the orc world of Draenor had fallen silent, and the dominant shamans could no longer call on the power of nature, so the warlocks took advantage of the situation.
Entered and quickly spread in the orc world.
No one knows where Gul'dan's forbidden knowledge about warlocks came from. In short, he is the first and most powerful warlock of the orcs.
The Shadow Council he established was filled with lunatics who would give up everything for power, and after he promoted Blackhand, the chief of the Blackstone Clan, to the throne of warchief, the Shadow Council quickly penetrated into every class of the tribe.
If Black Hand had not died, Gul'dan would still be the most influential person in the tribe. Unfortunately, Black Hand died. When Gul'dan fell into a coma due to an unexplained burst of magic power, Black Hand was in the sacred Makgora.
, his head was smashed by Orgrim Doomhammer.
After Gul'dan woke up from a long and strange coma, he desperately found that his Shadow Council had been killed by Orgrim.
"boom"
The door to the psychic hall was pushed open by a tall figure wearing armor, a dark red hood, and carrying a blood-red scepter. This guy didn't look like an orc, but the mania surging in his dark body
The shadow magic power represents his identity.
This is a powerful warlock... at least the soul in his body belongs to a powerful warlock.
Behind him was a gloomy orc who was hunched over, leaning on a green skull cane, wearing a green hooded robe, with bone spurs extending from his back, and decorated with skulls.
The moment he appeared, even though he didn't say a single word, the atmosphere in the entire psychic hall suddenly became dead silent. The five old psychics knelt humbly on the ground, not even daring to raise their heads to look at the orc.
At a glance, wherever the orc with the skull cane went, shadows, omnipresent shadows suddenly appeared.
The shadow of the haze drowns everything, representing his destructive majesty.
This is Gul'dan, the ancestor of the warlock who has made every orc and their enemies feel extremely fearful in the past 10 years, a gloomy careerist, a destroyer without loyalty, who has no one but himself.
I don't know what he desires most in his heart.
Behind Gul'dan, closely followed a tall figure, 2.5 meters tall, tall and muscular, wearing only a simple robe representing a spellcaster. This tall body represented his identity.
This is an ogre, a terrifying creature originating from the world of Draenor. There once was a glorious civilization, but now it has been completely destroyed.
However, on the chest of this brown-skinned ogre, there are two heads. One has a single eye and horns, and the other is no different from an ordinary ogre. This guy is a rare two-headed ogre.
Generally speaking, such ogres are not only powerful, but also very smart, and are good at manipulating magic.
His name is Cho'gall, the chief of the Twilight Hammer clan, and one of Gul'dan's apprentices. Gu is the name of the normal head, and Gar is the name of the one-eyed and horned head... Well, it fits the cannibalism very well.
The name of the demonic tradition, and like Gul'dan, the origin of Cho'gall is also a mystery.
The indifferent dark figure and Cho'gall stood on both sides, while the silent Gul'dan strolled up to Tyrion's body. He looked at the twisted corpse in front of him. He stretched out his fingers and pressed the arm of the corpse.
After a while, he said:
"So... Dulag, one of my best disciples, died like this?"
"boom"
The body of the old orc psychic was picked up by the strong ogre and thrown at Gul'dan's feet. The psychic screamed and begged for his life, knelt in front of Gul'dan, and explained crazily:
"Lord Gul'dan, I swear! I swear! We followed the steps you ordered... The previous dozen soul transfers were all successful. Only Ms. Durag's was unexpected this time. This is not
The problem of the magic circle is not our problem...I swear!"
"oh..."
Gul'dan nodded. He leaned down and put his hand on the psychic's shoulder. He said softly:
"So, my genius apprentice Durag is just unlucky, that's what you mean, right?"
"No! No, I'm not, I'm not...ah! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!!"
Before the old orc had finished speaking, a dark green light burst out from Gul'dan's hand. Like a palm made of energy, it tightly latched onto the old orc's neck and lifted his body easily.
into the air.
A trace of indifference flashed in Gul'dan's dark red eyes. He pulled out his hand, and the dark green light suddenly disappeared. The old orc's soulless body hit the ground, and his skin only touched the ground for less than 3 seconds.
, was burned into a coke-like appearance, and in Gul'dan's hands, a twisted soul was letting out the most desperate scream.
"I never believe in luck..."
Gul'dan laughed hoarsely and gloomily:
"Then let me see what secrets this elf's corpse holds!"
He stretched out his hand and stuffed the old orc's soul into Tyrion's body in a rough way. He took two steps back and stood with the ogre Cho'gall, watching with interest what would happen next.
Things that happened.
It was almost exactly the same, and everything that happened to Commander Dulag was exactly the same. Five minutes later, Tyrion's body, which had just been able to move, was twisted and fell to the ground again, and was stuffed into the body.
The soul inside also disappeared.
This scene almost immediately aroused Gul'dan's interest. He stretched out his finger, rubbed his chin, and asked softly:
"My apprentice Cho'gall, guess why this is?"
Gul'dan's question made the ogre Cho'gall bow his head humbly. His two heads cooperated in a strange way and said at the same time:
"I felt the magic power being absorbed by the corpse. (It was absorbed very quickly and roughly, as if it was never enough)!"
"As they said, it's not a problem with magic circles and rituals. (It's a problem with this body, it's a problem with the elves... The soul is supported by magic power, and if the magic power is absorbed, the soul will also dissipate!)"
"Um"
The apprentice's answer satisfied Gul'dan. He traced his fingers in the air, and the black crystal containing Tyrion's remnant soul fell into his hand under the pull of magic.
"I have never seen this situation in other races... I am very curious about the instinctive thirst and pursuit of magic power and this demon-eating physique. If this kind of problem inherently exists in the body of elves, then
..."
Gul'dan looked at the black soul stone in his hand, narrowed his eyes and whispered:
"So, how do they ensure that their souls will not be devoured by the body's hunger and thirst? Or, their souls have actually mutated. What I am more curious about is what kind of environment can actually
Let these elves produce this kind of simultaneous mutation of flesh and spirit..."
The orc warlock thought for a moment, and then sighed with regret:
"Alas, it seems that the answer to this secret can only be found in Quel'Thalas... But that's fine. Even if we can temporarily get rid of the disgusting Orgrim, it is also a good thing!"
"Then what should we do with him? Gul'dan."
The dark figure who had been silent suddenly spoke:
"Since it has been determined that this body cannot hold any soul, should we destroy it?"
The way this figure speaks is very strange. Although it is spoken in orc language, it is spoken with a human accent. No matter how strange it sounds, it is like... as if the soul of an orc has been stuffed into it.
into the body of a human knight.
"No! Tarongor, my old friend!"
Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand, and a trace of malice and haze flashed in his dark red eyes:
"It's not that it can't carry all souls. At least, it won't reject this soul! The soul that belongs to it has become incomplete!"
"But such a resurrection means nothing to us!"
Tarongor shook his head. This action caused the shadow behind him to flutter. He said in a deep voice:
"Orgrim will not allow a non-orc-turned death knight to exist. He cannot guarantee its loyalty..."
"But we can! Hehehe"
Gul'dan let out his trademark low laugh, and threw the soul stone in his hand to Tarongor:
"This soul is incomplete, which means we can do some tricks, take off part of it, and add a binding spell, and we can have a powerful and loyal elf death knight. Don't forget, he is the leader of Saurfang.
Such warriors were seriously injured... Look, we are going to Quel'Thalas soon, which is his homeland, the holy land he once sacrificed for... Hehehe, we will need him
of!"
The hazy warlock turned and strolled away:
"And I also want to see if a mutilated soul leads an army of destruction to the holy land for which he once sacrificed. Will such a soul collapse because of this? I am very curious..."
"Talongor, I will leave it to you to satisfy my curiosity. I believe that as the former great warlock of the Shadow Council, as the first resurrected and the most powerful death knight, you will not let me
Disappointing...right?"
Gul'dan left with his apprentice Cho'gall, and in this psychic hall, only the original orc warlock Talongor, who was a death knight, and the four surviving orc psychics were left.
The death knight put the black crystal in his hand in his eyes and stared at it. After a moment, he placed the crystal in his hand on the altar of the ceremony. He reached out and took off the black plate glove on his left hand, revealing
He found a palm that was already somewhat rotten and wrapped in magic pattern cloth strips.
This is the palm that once belonged to a royal guard of the Kingdom of Stormwind. This warrior whose name has been lost, single-handedly killed more than 20 orc warriors during the fall of Stormwind City, and was finally killed by the furious Orgrim.
Kill with your own hands.
The bravery of this human warrior was remembered by Gul'dan. When Orgrim agreed to Gul'dan's death knight research, the hazy warlock immediately dug up the body of the long-dead human warrior.
, and regarded it as the resurrection vessel of his most trusted right-hand man, the great warlock Tarongor.
For this matter, Tarongor thanked Gul'dan from the bottom of his heart, but he had already died once, so he cherished life even more... Between Gul'dan and Orgrim, Tarongor decisively
Chosen Orgrim... Perhaps this betrayal has not been discovered by Gul'dan yet, but it certainly cannot be hidden for too long, but Tarongor is not afraid, has no regrets, and has no shame.
"This is the right choice that the Warlocks of the Shadow Council would make... Don't blame me, old friend."
Under the hood, under the influence of necromancy, Tarongor's extremely well-preserved human face revealed a ferocious smile. The dark red light in his eyes flashed away, and the frequency of dancing fingers stopped.
A corner of the Dark Soul Stone was completely cut off and fell into Tarongor's hands, with the light representing the binding spell beating.
Tarongor took a step back, looked at his masterpiece, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Gul'dan, of course I will satisfy your curiosity, and I will not let you down...I will not let the warchief down either..."
