Drek'Thar did indeed sneak into the Black Temple alone, but his depth was far deeper than anyone imagined.
The old shaman's daily words and deeds always make people ignore the fact that he is blind, but in fact, in some aspects, he is indeed much stronger than the sighted person.
For example, in a place like the Black Temple, Drek'Thar moves more freely than ordinary people.
Whether it was the Horde orcs who drank the blood of demons or the demons who came here along the cracks caused by Ner'zhul's experiments, they were as eye-catching as dark fireflies to Drek'Thar.
Drek'Thar really hates this evil reaction, but now the old shaman, who is completely enlightened, is relieved. Even a year ago, sometimes when he thought that he had devoted himself to evil energy, the old shaman would
There is a strong sense of humiliation.
Being able to sense enemies regardless of the obstruction of buildings allows Drek'Thar to easily avoid vigilant orcs and wandering demons.
Even if he encounters an enemy that he cannot avoid, the old shaman can use his crushing power to defeat the opponent.
And just when the old shaman sneaked into the middle of the temple, he finally encountered Ner'zhul!
In the middle of the temple, the old shaman came to a hall without any guards or demons, which made the old shaman feel very strange.
At this moment, Drek'Thar suddenly noticed a disturbance that made him uneasy. Although he didn't know what it was, the biological instinct made him possess him and roll to one side.
"Oh, old friend, you are still so sensitive, but it's a pity that you are blind after all."
Ner'zhul's sinister voice came from behind, and Drek'Thar was horrified because he couldn't detect the other party's existence.
"I asked why there are so few lives in this temple. It turns out that you are the one causing destruction inside, you are a traitor to the tribe."
Ner'zhul's duties did not bring any moral burden to Drek'Thar, but he still argued with the other party in the same old way, just to determine Ner'zhul's position.
"Don't waste your efforts, it will be easy for me to kill you."
As he spoke, Ner'zhul shot a lightning arrow at Drek'Thar. The old shaman was hit unprepared and a large area of skin on his back became scorched black.
But Drek'Thar smiled.
"Is it lightning bolt or elemental? Why didn't you use more powerful arcane magic? Just like you did when you were fighting against the human mage?
If you use your powerful magic, you might be able to kill me with just one blow, right?"
Drek'Thar's taunt made Ner'zhul's breathing become heavier. The Frostwolf Shaman instantly noticed Ner'zhul's presence and immediately fired an elemental spell in that direction.
"I understand, you can't use arcane magic at all now!
In order to open the portal, you must build a magic circle in this strongest temple that can hold three artifacts!
So now you have left these three artifacts in the teleportation circle!
And without the Eye of Dalaran, you can't release any arcane magic at all!"
What Drek'Thar said was getting closer and closer to the truth, and Ner'zhul's expression was getting worse and worse. Of course, the Frostwolf Shaman couldn't see it now.
"I should have thought of it a long time ago, Ner'zhul. Just because you used the Eye of Dalaran to swagger around with arcane magic, I almost forgot that you are our shaman chief."
When he mentioned Ner'zhul's former identity, Drek'Thar's tone was half mocking and half regretful.
"It's too late to say this now!"
Ner'zhul's voice began to sound erratic, deliberately preventing Drek'Thar from identifying his location.
"Did the artifact allow you to regain the power of the Shaman Chief?
The effect on the elements allows you to blind me to the elemental perception.
But have you ever thought that even if I can't detect you, I can still feel the balance being broken when you create elemental spells."
Drek'Thar escaped Ner'zhul's sneak attack. As Drek'Thar said, even though he could not detect Ner'zhul, he could "see" the elemental spell attack clearly.
And as long as you can see the elemental attack, you can know the trajectory of this spell, and you can naturally locate Ner'zhul.
Drek'Thar was like a quick shooter. In order to prevent Ner'zhul from changing his position, after evading the opponent's spell attack, he counterattacked according to the spell trajectory almost at the same time.
After fighting like this for several rounds, Ner'zhul was speechless as he looked at the bloody scratches on his arm.
'Has a mere blind man actually reached such a high level of understanding of elements?'
As if he guessed what Ner'zhul was thinking, Drek'Thar shook his head and said.
"It's not that I've made so much progress, it's that you're regressing.
Once you were a warchief who was truly willing to sacrifice your life to lead the orcs, but now you are just a coward!"
These words hurt Ner'zhul, but they also inspired the violence and cruelty engraved in the bones and blood of the orcs in him.
"Blind man, you have defeated me in terms of elements. But don't forget that the orcs are a hunting race."
As he spoke, Ner'zhul raised his eucalyptus staff and placed a blade on the top of the staff!
Ner'zhul will rely on his ability to blind the sense of elements, bully Drek'Thar into blindness, and fight him at close range!
"You are no match for me in hand-to-hand combat!"
The Frostwolf Shaman Chief smiled wildly, drew out his machete with one hand, and turned his ax to look for Ner'zhul's weapon with the other hand.
It had only been a few rounds this time, but Ner'zhul began to suffer injuries. It seemed that Ner'zhul, who had brought pain to both worlds, would be defeated by Drek'Thar today before success came.
!
However, the more this happened, the more uneasy Drek'Thar felt. How could such a scheming Ner'zhul end up in such a stupid way?
"Drek'Thar, I won this war!"
The old shaman suddenly felt that all the pressure on his weapon had been lost, and then he heard Ner'zhul unilaterally preaching spiritual victory.
"Do you think I left the magic circle specifically to fight you? Just forget it, I just wanted to complete the layout in the temple.
The purpose of choosing the teleportation ceremony here is to sacrifice all the lives in the temple! Now that the effective time has come, I have no time to tangle with you!
Three artifacts! They are about to be truly opened!!!"
Ner'zhul shouted crazily, and then he broke a taboo with his staff. In just a moment, Drek'Thar's vision showed an extremely strong reaction!
"Three artifacts!!!"
Although Drek'Thar still couldn't see Ner'zhul, the reaction of this artifact made the old shaman subconsciously rush over!
"Haha, you were fooled."
Ner'zhul said in a proud tone, and then released a magic from the top of his staff, and a huge stone door fell from the sky, sealing Drek'Thar inside.
"I wish you a happy time with the Soul Box."
These were Ner'zhul's last words before leaving, and Drek'Thar was helpless and panicked.
He suddenly realized that there was a Soul Hall in the middle of the Dark Temple. And in this Soul Hall, there was an artifact: the Soul Box.
The Soul Box was originally a sacred object of the Draenei, containing some of the greatest and most respectable people among the Draenei.
But that was the box of souls before, and now it is a box of polluted souls; and the noble souls who originally lived in the box of souls have completely turned into ghosts who cry and howl all day long!