There are always some people who are favored by fate, and some people's lives are more exciting than others.
Cho'gall is such a person who is favored by fate, although the form of this favor is not quite the same as the kind of "favour" that mortals understand in the traditional sense.
This cunning ogre is the absolute leader of the Twilight Hammer cult. He once studied shadow magic with the shadow warlock Gul'dan, but long before Gul'dan's defeat, Cho'gall had secretly established the Twilight Hammer.
It is difficult to say whether this ogre was ever truly loyal to Gul'dan, but judging from his behavior in the past ten years, we are more inclined to believe that he has never been loyal to anyone.
Whether he joined the old tribe with Gul'dan or continued to take charge of the Twilight Hammer after the tribe's defeat, this ogre is not a guy who is willing to surrender to others... He is not a guy who does it easily.
A guy who can be controlled.
This ogre's appearance is rough and ugly, and his mind is equally complex, just like his mysterious past experiences.
At this time, underground in the mysterious Titan City of Ulduar, on the twisted land only one step away from the ancient god Yogg-Saron, the power of darkness accompanied by the pungent smell of blood surged, making this person
The land, already filled with twisted power, becomes even more disgusting. At the end of this road, at the edge of the activated ritual circle, the cultists under Gu'gall are conducting a cruel sacrifice.
.
The craziest...the most obsessed with the evil blessings of the ancient gods, the lunatics who are no longer in a normal state of mind, and whose minds are filled with dreams of sacrificing everything for the destruction of the world, will voluntarily stand up and truly fantasize about themselves.
Dedicate yourself to the end of the world.
And their brothers, those who also worship the darkness, will use sharp ceremonial knives to open their chests alive, take out their still beating hearts, and then use that heart as the most "
The "holy" sacrifice was offered in front of the petrified Krasis sculpture in front of him.
This monster, which has been waiting for resurrection for a long time, will use a "draining" method to greedily devour the essence of those hearts... The stone statue it incarnates in is shining with a dark halo.
It becomes more and more vivid, like an evil god sealed in an alien plane, wading through the flow of darkness and returning to the present world.
In this crazy feast of flesh and blood, it is getting closer and closer to the present world.
"They're actually doing useless work, right?"
Beyond this cruel and foolish sacrifice of flesh and blood, on the twisted border of the endlessly surging power of darkness, on the chaotic terrace of time and space, the "Black Bishop" Benedy has been staying with the Mantid.
Tas didn't know when he appeared behind Cho'gall's huge body, and he asked in a low voice:
"These people, everything they do is meaningless, right? Even if Yogg-Saron really escapes from the prison, really destroys the order of this world, and really reshapes the earth full of glory.
The Dark Empire has nothing to do with the efforts of these guys. These scum who are not worth mentioning in the civilization of order are delusional about occupying an important position in the dark order of chaos, delusional about being able to become the new world
The mover of arrival..."
Benedictus's voice was a little hoarse. He paused and continued:
"But they are actually nothing...the dark order has nothing to do with them. They are destined to be ashes between the collision of order and chaos. Even if they die in "glorious" ways, they cannot change their fate.
destiny."
"This world has never been theirs. Even if the Dark Empire comes... they are still ants who cannot have a future. My brother Cho'gall... tell me, why are they so fanatical?"
Facing Benedictus's dark questioning, the ogre, who had been awake for two days, answered in his own unique voice:
"Always telling the truth is frowned upon, my brother. (Breaking beautiful illusions is also frowned upon.)"
"But for your question, I have some "unique"... insights. (That's because of desire. Mortals are cowardly and conceited. After every soul has consciousness, it hopes that it can become a unique existence. For vanity,
Pursuit exists in everyone's heart. It is the original sin of pride. When you can't get what you want in the current order... you will always fantasize, ah, maybe, in a different environment, I can live.
better.)"
The ogre chuckled, and the smile on his two heads in the darkness was so penetrating.
"But they won't, and the dark world will not favor them, as you said. (Even if darkness really comes, they will still be ants. This has nothing to do with hard work and will. This is fate, or in other words, the birth of the soul.
Flaws... The Twilight's Hammer only gave them hope, chaotic hope, but that seed has always been planted in their restless hearts. What I did was just a slight push.)"
"But what do they need? Is it true darkness? (No! What they need is a false light that can only illuminate the present, but cannot illuminate the future. That will make them make their own sacrifices.
The illusion of meaning...But in fact, it is meaningless.)”
Gu'gall looked back at Benedictus, who was wearing a black robe and looked like a patriarch preaching darkness. The ogre stretched out two thick fingers and placed them in front of two mouths full of sharp teeth.
Made a funny mute action.
"Of course, when we speak to them, we cannot be so straightforward. (We are like shepherds, holding a whip in one hand and green grass in the other, spurring and encouraging them to "dedicate" themselves better.)"
"Ha ha ha ha"
"Ha ha ha ha"
This unfunny joke made the ogre and Benedictus laugh at the same time. The laughter was not happy at all, like a twisted lunatic. After the smile faded slightly, Benedictus
The haze on Tas's face became less gloomy. He stepped forward and leaned on the railing that was distorted by space. He turned to look at Cho'gall beside him. He said to the ogre:
"Has anyone ever told you, my friend, that you are actually a very funny person...well, a very funny ogre."
"Yes. (That's what Gul'dan said... It's a pity that that good friend died like that, by Tyrion's sword.)"
The two heads of the ogre shook at the same time, as if he was lamenting the world:
"When I was desperate, it was Gul'dan who took me in. (He trained me and used the unsystematic and crude spell systems I had mastered before, and made me his apprentice, becoming the first member of the Shadow Council.
Ogre Magician, to be honest, I’m actually quite grateful to him.)”
"Tell me about it."
Benedictus looked back at the Crasis sculpture, which was recovering rapidly, and said in a magnetic voice:
"Tell me about your past. You seem to have never told this to anyone else. I'm curious."
"Curiosity will kill the cat, and it will kill you. (Did your magic teacher never tell you this?)"
Gu'gall's voice became a little gloomier, and his three eyes stared at Benedictus, as if he wanted to see through the black bishop's mind, but standing in front of him was a dark soul who was not weaker than him, so
After a moment, facing Benedictus who remained expressionless, the ogre shrugged. The twisted bone spurs on his back shone dimly in the darkness, but after a period of silence, the ogre felt a little bored.
Then he snorted:
"Well, it's not impossible to tell. (But it's a very uninteresting story.)"
"I was born in Highmaul in the world of Draenor, which is the last city of the orthodox ogre empire and is ruled by the head of state Mal'gok. (That is a powerful ogre wizard and the most powerful warrior,
He rules the ogre city with brutality and killing, but that is also the tradition of the ogre empire.)"
"Highmaul is a city built on rune magic. We ogres are a flesh-and-blood subspecies that degenerated from Draenor's original rock life, but the manipulation of the earth and runes has always flowed.
In our bloodline. (In the ogre empire, wizards are the ruling class, warriors are the middle class, meaningless civilians are the lower class, and a huge number of slaves... are the last layer. It is a strict hierarchy.
Civilization, but also a decadent civilization.)”
There was a look of disgust on both of Cho'gall's heads, which seemed to represent the first turning point in his dry story in the past.
"A two-headed ogre like me is a natural manipulator of magic. In the legend of the ogre, it is two souls sharing one body. This is a blessing from the ancestors and the earth. (This is supposed to be
A good thing, but due to some... special reasons, I, the new magical star of Highmaul... was expelled.)"
Gu'gall wanted to skip this paragraph, but when he saw Benedictus' questioning gaze, the ogre snorted, and then said with a strange expression:
"Okay, okay, I know I can't hide it from you. (That was actually a small "magic accident". A fifth of the city and hundreds of ogre warriors died in the magic accident caused by me.
That was really an accident. I originally wanted to sacrifice 66 slaves to see what kind of monsters the ancestral forbidden magic would summon... I succeeded. A rebellious earth element tore the city apart, but I
It also failed, I overestimated my leader’s patience with me.)”
"Mar'gok ordered me to completely give up my research on forbidden magic, but I refused. (I chose self-exile, which is almost exactly the same as Gul'dan's experience. You may not know that that seemingly majestic beast
The warlocks of the National People's Congress were expelled from their clans in humiliation at the beginning.)"
The ogre shrugged and said proudly:
"I wandered in Gorgrond for several years. After destroying a small tribe one time, Gul'dan who was passing by took me in. He saw my talent and told me that playing with those rude forbidden magics is
It's a waste of my talent. (It turns out that he was right, my talent in shadow spells is much stronger than I thought.)"
"No! I don't want to hear this!"
Benedictus interrupted the ogre's confusing description. The black bishop raised his head and looked at the ogre:
"What I want to hear is...the story of you and the void!"
"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend. (We'll get to it soon, and it's a bad habit to interrupt other people's stories.)"
The ogre Cho'gall shook his finger at Benedictus and said slowly:
"It was a different experience to enter the Shadow Council at first. It was full of lunatics, fanatics, conspirators, and a bunch of bastards who would do anything for power. Good people could not survive a day there. Fortunately, I was also a bastard.
and villains. (So I was at home there, and I learned a lot from those schemers, but I got tired of it very quickly.)"
"They talk freely, they long for power, and they make no secret of their ambitions. (But they are also a group of cowards who dare not try boldly. The reason why I progress faster than them is because I dare to do it!)"
"My progress made Gul'dan very pleased. At that time, the old tribe had driven the weak Draenei to the edge of the Draenor world, and those bloodthirsty orcs began to kill each other. Gul'dan knew that he
The time he wanted has arrived. (Therefore, he secretly sent his most trusted subordinates to various corners of that small world to twist the elemental power for him or collect some evil things to help him build the Dark Palace.
Door.)"
"He is ready to enter Azeroth, and I, I have been given a special mission. (Gul'dan asked me to return to Highmaul to recruit more ogres to join his Shadow Council, and
Let me go to Nagrand Grassland and monitor the orcs’ weird sacred mountain, Washugu.)”
The look in Gu'gall's three eyes became gloomy:
"I originally thought it was a boring task, but it turned out that I was wrong. (And this is the beginning of the story you want to hear about me and the void.)"
"Do you know what I found in the orcs' sacred mountain, Washugu? (Do you want to know what I saw there?)"
Gujar's fingers were moving in the air, and he seemed to be still trembling because of the adventure that happened more than 20 years ago. He said in a tone full of longing and strange sincerity:
"The void...(I saw the void...)"
"I feel that kind of power. (That kind of wanton spread, that kind of power that corrodes everything.)"
"And it is that kind of power, that kind of pure faith, that is burning my soul...(It is also it that has pushed me step by step to where I am now, and pushed me here.)"
The ogre took a deep breath. At this moment, under the influence of a strange power that he had not discovered, he finally spoke out his true belief buried deep in his heart in front of another person.
"The ancient gods? Those flesh and blood abscesses are nothing! (What I serve is the most original thing, the supreme void!)"
