Drek'Thar faced the box of souls, where countless innocent souls were crowded. When they met Drek'Thar, it was as if these innocent souls had found an outlet.
The ferocious-looking ghosts rushed out and drowned Drek'Thar in an instant.
These ghosts screamed and bit into Drek'Thar's flesh and blood. The old shaman was caught off guard and injured all over his body. He tried to awaken the power of his ancestors to fight against these wronged spirits.
But these evil spirits continued to influence Drek'Thar, filling his heart with infinite fear.
Just when the old shaman almost gave up the desire to live and thought he was going to die here, suddenly his whole body felt light and those ghosts disappeared without a trace.
"?!"
Drek'Thar looked around blankly in confusion. He noticed that the suspended soul box was shaking slightly, as if it was nervous for something that made it arrest the ghosts.
At this time, the old shaman was shocked to realize that a terrifying existence appeared behind him!
Drek'Thar turned around stiffly. It was a huge and wonderful life form. Its body was composed of a bunch of symmetrical geometric energy crystals. Several groups of symmetrical energy crystals surrounded each other without affecting each other.
Its center rotates.
This is an existence that has no characteristics of flesh and blood at all. Such an existence can bring holiness or fear to people.
The life in front of him brought endless fear to Drek'Thar. Its whole body was filled with the purest shadow energy, which frightened the powerful shaman chief. It seemed that as long as he touched it, he would instantly...
Exploded into powder.
At this moment, a name flashed through Drek'Thar's mind. It was a legend he had heard since he was a shaman apprentice. There was a forbidden existence floating in the sky above Shadowmoon Valley.
Its power cannot be touched by orcs, and its existence cannot even be worshiped.
"You are...Dark Star?!"
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On the deepest terrace of the Dark Temple, Ner'zhul was concentrating on preparing to teleport. After many experiments, there were already countless cracks in time and space in the sky around the terrace.
"The experiment is finally completed. As long as I sacrifice all the lives in the temple and stimulate the huge energy in the temple, my teleportation will be successful..."
Ner'zhul looked at the three artifacts standing in the air and whispered excitedly, but soon he felt a shock in his heart.
"Human life continues to be consumed again. It's the Alliance that is attacking the temple. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whose life is used. It's just that I have to act quickly."
But just as he said this, a loud roar came from the road leading to the huge terrace.
"You can't wait until then! Ner'zhul! I'm back from hell!"
"Drek'Thar? Are you still alive?!"
Through the light of the three artifacts, Ner'zhul couldn't see clearly who was coming, but he could still distinguish the voice. After all, he and the other party had only been separated not long ago.
Taking a few steps to the side, Ner'zhul saw a scarred Drek'Thar, standing at the intersection leading to the terrace, dragging the corpse of a demon guard in his hand.
Compared to low-level demons such as imps and hellhounds, demon guards are serious demons in terms of strength and status.
"Those damn warlocks caused a lot of hellfire to flow through the Tanaan jungle. Don't you think this is enough? Do you really want our world to fall into the hands of demons?!"
As he spoke, Drek'Thar threw the body of the Demon Guard into the abyss outside the road in disgust. He walked toward Ner'zhul with heavy but solid steps.
"Huh, do you think I care? I'm curious about how you survived. The dead souls in the Soul Box are full of hatred and curses for the orcs. I don't dare to go near it without the artifact."
Drek'Thar himself was extremely surprised that the terrifying Dark Star would spare his life, but he had no intention of explaining this to Ner'zhul at the moment.
"Of course you don't care about the survival of this world, you only care about your own survival, coward!
I am here to advise you just to give you a chance to survive! If you persist in going your own way, death will be the only thing waiting for you in the end! Only by giving up this plan can you survive!"
Ner'zhul ignored Drek'Thar's advice.
"Why don't I think so? I see success right in front of me."
Drek'Thar waved his hand vigorously and shouted towards Ner'zhul.
"You failed! There's no way to teleport! Stop it! Azu! The Alliance is all outside!"
"Oh, you can keep telling Gul'dan about this."
Ner'zhul was disdainful, and the magical radiance was condensing between his hands. He was about to forcefully start the teleportation at this moment. However, at this moment, Drek'Thar took out a rune stone from his arms and crushed it violently.
"Click~"
Khadgar, who had just arrived at the middle of the Dark Temple, was stunned. He had left a rune stone on each important person for convenience. At the critical moment, he could sense the rune stone by crushing it and immediately
Teleport to the other party.
"Buzz~"
The next moment Khadgar appeared next to Drek'Thar.
"Long time no see, Ner'zhul!"
As soon as Khadgar saw that Ner'zhul was about to forcefully launch the teleportation, he immediately started his own actions.
As Khadgar chanted a spell, the Eye of Dalaran broke away from Ner'zhul's magic circle and flew back to Khadgar's hand!
One of the three artifacts was lost, and the magic circle was naturally destroyed. Ner'zhul immediately suffered a magical backlash.
"No!!! How could this happen?!"
Ner'zhul shouted unwillingly, Khadgar said with a smile.
"Of course it is. The Eye of Dalaran is an artifact of the magical city-state of Dalaran. Theoretically, every magister on the Kirin Tor Council has the authority to take it back.
It was under your control before and we had no way to recover it, but now I will help Archmage Antonidas recover it on your behalf."
Hearing Khadgar say this, Ner'zhul's eyes were bloodshot with anger. He couldn't understand why he failed in the end despite having peered into his destiny through the Eye of Dalaran once!
"You have already failed, stop struggling."
Khadgar also said the same thing, causing Ner'zhul to take two steps back in shock. At this moment, he seemed to be completely labeled as a failure.
Ignoring the lost Ner'zhul for the time being, as his condition seemed to be very unstable, Khadgar decided to bring everyone over and decide how to deal with this guy.
Khadgar holds Atiesh in one hand and the Eye of Dalaran in the other. At this moment, he understands why Ner'zhul is so obsessed with this artifact. The moment he possesses it, there is indeed a kind of omniscience and omnipotence - the world is there.
The feeling that I am in control.
Khadgar's hand holding the Eye of Dalaran glowed with intense light. He raised the Eye of Dalaran above his head. The eyeball-shaped gem in the center of this artifact began to shine, and Khadgar's eyes also emitted a magical light.
.
Then, under Drek'Thar's disbelieving gaze, Khadgar stabbed Atiesh, who was filled with arcane energy, heavily into the stone bricks on the ground.
Thousands of arcane energies "sprinted" along the cracks in the bricks toward the middle of the Dark Temple behind them, as if they were alive!
At this moment, in the middle of the temple, in the sight of the coalition forces fighting the demons, countless arcane arrows emerged from the ground, piercing through those demons in an instant and clearing a path for the coalition forces to advance!
'Ner'zhul's plan has failed. Please follow the path I have cleared and move forward.'
Khadgar's voice rang in everyone's ears, and the Alliance soldiers were shocked but also felt proud that such a powerful mage was their most loyal comrade.
On Fenris' side, some of the orcs had expressions of relief, and looked at Fenris with gratitude.
They were orcs from the Old Blackstone and Old Ravager clans. During the previous battle, he told these orcs the fact that the tribe had failed, persuaded them to surrender and incorporated them.
Regarding these, Turalyon looked on indifferently from a distance, seemingly not caring about Fenris's recruitment of these orcs.
Because he and Li De had already made up their minds. After getting rid of Ner'zhul, the next target would be Fenris.
Although Turayan and the others survived, the old front army really lost more than 16,000 people!
Everyone still remembers this feud clearly. The goblins and the black dragon were colluding, Ner'zhul was the planner, and Fenris, who led the army, was also the actual executor. None of them could escape.
The coalition forces inside the temple marched toward the deepest terrace. The giant dragons in the sky also sensed the huge magical reaction and looked at each other in horror.
"This is close to the power of the guardian! In that direction! Let's go there!"
The four dragon kings covered the griffin knights and rushed into the deepest part of the Dark Temple. They encountered many magic interceptions along the way, all of which were cracked by the dragon kings one after another.
Finally, everyone gathered on the terrace. On the ground were all the Fenrisian armies of the Alliance, and in the sky were the gryphon knights and dragon kings, not to mention the belated arrival of the dragon army.
At this point, Ner'zhul was alone, surrounded by tens of thousands of people and dragons, and there were only two artifacts suspended in the air in front of him.
"Ner'zhul! We are here to judge you!"
Quite unexpectedly, the first person to shout these words was Fenris.
The Big Wolf Lord has shown the wolf's ferocity and cruelty. Now he finally showed the wolf's cunning. With just one sentence, he seemed to be on the side of justice without even realizing it.
Being "judged" by Fenris in this way, Ner'zhul not only showed no anger, but instead smiled and reached out to take down the Scepter of Sargeras and the Book of Medivh.
"Ner'zhul, don't be delusional! These two artifacts can't save you!"
Khadgar is holding two artifacts, and he can be said to be extremely majestic at this time.
Ner'zhul ignored Khadgar and just rambled on.
"Fenris, how far can you go for the sake of your race? Even if you turn yourself into a duplicitous villain?
It seems that you are indeed more suitable to be this chief than me...
In this case, I will give you a big gift!"
As he spoke, the Book of Medivh held in Ner'zhul's hand lit up, and the old guy then slashed down the scepter of Sargeras!
A vast torrent of magic poured down! Khadgar immediately took countermeasures, hitting Ner'zhul with a heavy magic!
"boom!!!"
Ner'zhul vomited blood and fell out, but his previous magic had taken effect, and Fenris and thousands of his men disappeared!