The power Cho'gall displayed at the critical moment surprised Gul'dan. This was a power he had never seen before. It was more chaotic and mysterious than the evil energy he mastered. It was filled with an unspeakable evil that was made of flesh and blood.
The symphony of souls, the feeling of corrupting everything, made Gul'dan shudder. This thing seemed much more dangerous than dealing with demons.
Moreover, Gur'gall seems to be hiding a lot of things. He obviously pretended to have never seen Naga before, but at this time, he can call the Naga in the dark sea to help in the battle. This obviously means that the ogre has been deceiving Gur'gall.
Dan, the warlock's soul feels very uncomfortable. No one likes to be deceived, especially a very vigilant guy like him.
Under the protection of the Nagas, the ogres and Gul'dan's soul fought and retreated all the way, and finally followed the collapsed palace tunnel and came to a dark and damp crypt below the temple. It looked like
In the territory occupied by Nagas, deep in the cave is a tunnel that goes straight into the deep sea. When the temple was sunk to the bottom of the sea, more Nagas should have gathered here, but now the temple floats, which is equivalent to blocking
received reinforcements from the Nagas.
Cho'gall sat cross-legged next to the undersea pearls decorated by the Nagas in the crypt. These large pearls shone fluorescent in the dark and looked like they had a special kind of beauty.
He held the soul stone in his hand and put it in front of his eyes. At this time, Gu'gall no longer used that honest expression to hide himself. His three eyes were filled with a strange light. He put the powerful light in his hand.
Throwing the Scepter of Sargeras aside, this action silenced the orc soul in the soul stone.
"Aren't you going to say something? Gul'dan. (Say it, the master and we are listening!)"
Cho'gall asked, and a moment later, Gul'dan's voice sounded in the damp crypt:
"Who is your master? Since when did you obey it? How many things have you hidden from me?"
There was an undisguised hostility in his voice. Obviously, he had just escaped from failure, which made all Gul'dan's plans come to nothing. No one would be in a good mood at this moment.
Facing Gul'dan's hostility, Cho'gall smiled indifferently, with ridicule and contempt on his face at both stops.
"The name of the master cannot be said here! (You just need to know that their power is endless and is everywhere around you!)"
"they?"
Gul'dan snorted: "More than one?"
"Of course, there are 4! (or 5...)"
Cho'gall scratched his head, blinked his eyes, and saw that Gul'dan was full of doubts, so he began to introduce his master to the orc warlock:
"As early as in the world of Draenor, when I first became your apprentice and was assigned by you to go to Oshugu in Nagrand to destroy the tomb of the orc ancestors, I felt the presence of my master! (That was dying, dying.
A corrupted Naaru is the work of the power behind the master!)"
"The moment I followed the tribe into Azeroth! (I heard the whisper of the master, it was calling me! It generously gave me power!)"
Cho'gall spread his hands, the dark black fire rose in his left hand, and the twisted flash of light danced in his right hand. The expression on his two ugly faces was sincere and solemn, and he murmured to himself like a madman:
"Gul'dan, tell me, do you dream when you are asleep? (Have you ever thought about it, is it just a dream, or is it an escape from the fear of reality?)"
"In your world, the tormented souls of your ancestors held you captive... I know (they screamed silently, they were many.)"
"They are like a school of fish! (A school of fish knows all the secrets! They know the cold, they know the darkness.)"
"Gul'dan, look around you. (They will all betray you! Scream and flee into the dark forest!)"
Cho'gall's voice was weird and low. If a living person stood in front of him and heard this weird whisper, he would definitely look around in horror, but Gul'dan wouldn't!
As a warlock pursuing endless power, he quickly awakened his will from the shame of failure. His soul hid in the soul stone, thinking about Cho'gall's proposal. Obviously, in the eyes of his mysterious master, his soul
It is valuable, and since it is valuable, if you want to sell yourself and seek refuge, you can use this value in exchange for more benefits.
Cho'gall said to himself nervously. He seemed to have given up trying to persuade Gul'dan. Of course, it is more likely that in Gul'dan's view, the completely crazy ogre was having an affair with his mysterious "master."
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He became crazy, which made the warlock a little worried... Cho'gall's master seemed not to be easy to get along with.
"The instinct of fearing and avoiding the darkness that is engraved in our master's blood is not unreasonable! (There is not only darkness in the darkness, but also hungry beasts that long for lost souls!)"
Cho'gall's eyes returned to the soul stone in his hand, and he said playfully:
"The eyes are the windows to the soul, Gul'dan... (To welcome the great master, close it forever. As long as you close your eyes, you can see them, they are watching you.)"
A strange power seeped into the soul stone along Cho'gall's finger. Gul'dan's soul felt the pull of that strange power. He hesitated a little, but in the end, he decided to respond to it!
Cho'gall is right. When the demon considers him an enemy and must kill him, continuing to use the power of a warlock can only lead to self-destruction. He must get new power before the demon finds him...power enough to protect himself.
!
"Buzz"
The pitch-black darkness unfolded in front of Gul'dan's soul, and the penetrating cold entangled his soul. Gul'dan felt as if he had come to life again. He felt like he was in icy water. The next second,
He raised his head suddenly and saw the pale, sickly light swaying on the deep sea. It was ominous.
A faint whisper sounded in Gul'dan's ears. He wanted to hear it clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, the voice was so vague, so he could only continue downward, towards the extremely deep depths of the ocean.
go ahead.
A moment later, in Gul'dan's eyes, on the dark seabed, a dilapidated and majestic ruined city came into view. Just from its scale buried deep under the sea, one could see its lost past glory.
And in that terrifying darkness, thousands of snake-like shadows shuttled back and forth among the ruins.
Those were Naga...lords of the deep, servants of the unspeakable power, just like Cho'gall.
"The city of Ny'alotha is filled with countless ancient and horrific crimes. (In the sleeping city of Ny'alotha, only madness lingers.)"
Cho'gall's whisper appeared in Gul'dan's ears, causing the orc warlock's soul to subconsciously turn his head and look, but there was nothing behind him.
"Are you afraid? (No, there is no need to be afraid...embrace the darkness, you will be reborn here!)"
Gul'dan wanted to say something, but in the end he could only remain silent. Under Cho'gall's urging, he fell towards the dark city with a hint of caution.
"The useless stars can dispel the bone-chilling chill. (The so-called light can prevent people from trembling in the dark.)"
"But they never know! (In that dark forest, they are like a lost little lamb.)"
"Tell me, did you have the same dream again? (The black sheep with seven eyes cast a bright look from outside the dream.)"
"Look! Look! The giant crow's vigilant eyes wander among the dead trees. (Under its shadow, there is no breath here.)"
"You and I will be alone in the end. (Go forward, Gul'dan, go forward with courage...In the end, you will be like me...kneeling to the darkness.)"
"That's enough! Shut up!"
Gul'dan could no longer stand the weird voice of Cho'gall's magic stick. The most important thing was that even if he only came to this weird place with his soul, he felt a trace of regret. Perhaps dying in the hands of a demon would be better than him.
Better to make this rash decision.
But... there is no turning back.
Gul'dan looked back and saw that where he came from, there was only a senseless darkness without even a trace of light.
And when his soul walked into the dark city with a trembling attitude, the whispers that were always ringing in his ears finally became clear, which made Gul'dan feel a sense of relief and joy that he had never experienced before.
He listened to the voice.
"Everyone should surrender to you, Gul'dan. You have paid so much for power...but in the end you came back empty-handed."
"You have made brilliant achievements, but you still have to lick the boots of a rude king. Are you really willing to go back to that kind of life?"
Gul'dan's soul stood in the darkness. He didn't know how to answer the voice, and the voice didn't need his answer.
"Embrace your anger. Accept your fear. Enjoy your hatred. Voice your doubts."
Tentacles of darkness appeared from the ground, from the water, and from the air, and wrapped around Gul'dan's soul bit by bit. The disgusting, skin-trembling touch that was similar to that of a mollusk made Gul'dan rarely...
He was a little scared, but in the end, he remembered his situation again...
He is at the end of his rope, he has no way out...
So, he spread his arms, and just like Gu'gall said, he completely... embraced the darkness.
The will was very satisfied with Gul'dan's submissive gesture, and it seemed very satisfied with the soul.
"When you walk alone in the dark forest, you will understand... Lo and behold, I can taste your soul, it is so delicious."
"Everything in the world surrenders to the hypocritical order. They hate our existence, but it doesn't matter. You have to treat them kindly. They and you will one day know that they are just your lost compatriots, and they will eventually return to their own country.
Master's side..."
Gul'dan could no longer hear... His soul was surrounded by darkness, but it no longer had the coldness and exhaustion before. On the contrary, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, lying in his mother's warm womb. He was too
Tired, he longs for rest, and when he opens his eyes again, he will receive the gift of the void, and he will receive a new life of flesh and blood.
At this time, outside of this weird dream, Cho'gall put the shining soul stone in his hand into the disgusting flesh and blood at his feet. The flesh and blood seemed to appear from the void, and they entangled together to form a terrifying...
The large cocoon wrapped Gul'dan's soul stone bit by bit, like a terrifying egg that gave birth to life. The ogre took a few steps back and looked at the large cocoon of flesh and blood in front of him.
"This is the gift of the master (Death can't stop the void! It can't stop us either!)"
"Wake up quickly, Gul'dan (we will leave this useless place, we will go to another continent...)"
"In the vast yellow sand, the God of the Abyss, who has been silent for thousands of years, is waiting for us. (We will release it, and it will reshape the entire world, and we will be rewarded for it!)"
The sound of fighting outside the lair is getting more intense. The demons have discovered this underwater secret passage. They are killing the Nagas, trying to find this place and completely tear Gul'dan's soul into pieces.
But the barrier set up by the human mage Aegwynn is recovering bit by bit, and the number of demons emerging from the Twisting Nether is getting smaller and smaller. Even if they have filled the temple, it doesn't matter.
Everything that exists here is meaningless to Cho'gall. As a believer in the God of the Abyss, he only believes in the power of chaos and flesh. When Gul'dan wakes up, they will leave and let the demons continue to kill. Anyway
The number of Nagas in the deep sea is endless, and their queen doesn't care about this loss at all.
"Hey hey hey (there's never been a better time than this.)"
Gu'gall let out a nervous laugh, moved his two heads, sat cross-legged in the darkness, and began to plan evil plans for the future.
At the same time that Gul'dan was about to be reborn, at the other end of the temple, the Death Knight, walking in the darkness, finally found what he wanted.
He looked at the shining rune gem suspended in the hall in front of him and the ferocious demons guarding it. Tyrion moved his fingers for a moment, and then quietly returned to the darkness.
There are more and more demons in the Tomb of Sargeras. Tyrion feels that it is time for him to summon the army buried here. He is tired of hunting and searching in the dark. It is time to take advantage of the undead.
It completely overwhelmed everything with quantity.
