The sharp kick demonstrated Rurkan's superb leg skills and determination to drive away Ner'zhul.
I saw Ner'zhul flying out face-down, and turned around with difficulty when he was near the highest point. This proved that he had successfully used the force before being kicked away, and finally ended up landing on his butt.
The buttocks have the thickest flesh, which acts as a good buffer. Ner'zhul made the right response in an instant, either because he was a top expert or he had rich experience.
Unfortunately, Ner'zhul fell on a sharp stone, grinning in pain, and crystal tears welled up in his eyes.
If Grimac and Garrosh hadn't been watching, he would have cried.
Seeing the presence of outsiders, Ner'zhul stood up like a normal person and patted the dust off his body, with a calm expression on his face and sweat dripping from his forehead.
Ner'zhul was already quite old and was wearing a tattered leather jacket. His skin was an unhealthy gray due to not seeing the sun for many years.
Lurkan uncovered the animal skin that blocked the entrance of the cave. He was dressed in jewels, and his exquisite fangs were inlaid with fine gems. He cursed and threw a few things.
There were tattered beddings and several bottles and jars containing unknown drugs.
One of the tattered black animal skins with writings on it was particularly cherished by Ner'zhul, and he carefully kept it as if it were his own life.
Garrosh took a step forward: "Ner'zhul, let's talk!"
"Who are you?" Ner'zhul's eyes widened and he glared at Garrosh.
Ner'zhul's frame was very large, and although he lacked any soft muscles, he was similar in size to Garrosh, and his aura was not inferior at all.
"I am Ner'zhul, the famous dark shaman of the Shadowmoon clan, be careful with your soul." Ner'zhul was arrogant.
Garrosh took a step back and said with a smile, "The person I want to talk to you about is this big shot."
After speaking, he pointed at Grimac.
Garrosh really wanted to see how Ner'zhul could maintain his pride in front of a noble ogre.
Ner'zhul looked at Grimac carefully and saw many valuable magic rings at a glance. Ner'zhul took a few steps and knelt on the ground with a plop:
"master!"
With such humiliation and flattery, Garrosh's vision went dark, and the orc's dignity was shattered to pieces.
Grimac smiled and nodded, looking at Ner'zhul up and down:
"Yes, you are exactly the person I am looking for, come with me."
Grimac took Ner'zhul and Garrosh to the top of the mountain, pointed to the Shadowmoon Orc settlement below, and said loudly:
"Ner'zhul, have you ever thought about becoming the warchief of these orcs and realizing the value of your life?"
Ner'zhul shook his head in confusion: "I am not a warrior, the orc chiefs are all made by fighting."
Grimac said seriously: "There is a powerful dark power hidden in your body, but you don't know how to use it."
Ner'zhul scratched his head in distress, hesitated for a long time, and stammered:
"I know some shamanic magic, but it is the most useless to communicate with the souls of ancestors. Other shamans can summon wind and rain, or can cure diseases of the tribe, but I can't do anything."
The corners of Grimac's lips curled up slightly: "You don't need to hide anything in front of me. I don't look down on your sporadic skills."
Ner'zhul lowered his head in shame and bowed his head:
"Okay, I told you that when I was young, I accidentally got a black animal skin. It was left by a dead shaman. It recorded the method of communicating with the souls of the ancestors. The skin said that as long as the ancient beast was summoned,
The soul of the emperor can control the Dark Star. I have been studying it for more than thirty years and have successfully summoned the souls of many ancestors, but there is no ancient beast emperor."
Grimac had no intention of clarifying the truth and said calmly:
"Depending on your ability, you can't summon the ancient beast emperor even after ten thousand years of hard work. Why don't you give up your hopeless illusions and focus on the present. Have you tried to devour the souls of your ancestors?"
Ner'zhul was stunned. He never thought that the soul of his ancestors could be swallowed. After all, this was an offense to his ancestors.
Grimac explained: "The so-called souls of ancestors are just some unconscious remnant souls. You devour them and allow them to exert their residual heat. This is the respect for the ancestors."
There was no convincing reason, but Ner'zhul accepted it.
Without further ado, with Grimak's help, Ner'zhul immediately set out to devour the souls of the ancestors.
A large number of gray ancestor souls screamed and penetrated into Ner'zhul's body. The originally flabby muscles gradually bulged, and the gray skin gradually turned into a glowing bronze color. Ner'zhul opened his eyes, and his originally gray eyes
His eyes became radiant.
"How do you feel?" Grimac asked.
"I feel like my body is filled with explosive power, capable of defeating a Goron."
Ner'zhul was full of confidence, and his whole demeanor changed, from being submissive to being majestic.
Grimac said with a smile: "This is just the beginning. The soul of the ancestors still has many wonderful uses, but the most important thing you should do now is to defeat the chief of the Shadowmoon clan and replace it."
Ner'zhul's eyes were lowered, evasive and hesitant to speak.
Grimac and Garrosh were puzzled. After a long while, Ner'zhul said:
"But the chieftain of the Shadowmoon clan is my wife Rurkan."
Grimac was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows without saying anything else. However, Garrosh stopped and roared:
"How unbecoming is it for a woman to serve as a warchief? Are all the men in the Shadowmoon clan dead?"
Ner'zhul whispered: "None of them can defeat Lurkan."
Thinking about Rulkan's brilliant kick, his legwork was as fast as the wind, and Garrosh was terrified from the bottom of his heart.
Grimac shrugged and said, "The choice is up to you. Maybe it would be good for you and your wife to govern the Shadowmoon Clan together."
Garrosh disagrees:
"No, listen to me, this is about the dignity of the orcs. If things continue like this, where will the face of our orcs go? You must kill Lulkan. As long as you become the chief, there will be as many orcs as you want. They are against
You are obedient and obedient, I have the most experience in this area."
Ner'zhul was convinced, Grimac shook his head:
"Killing is too much. If you really have no feelings, just expel them. There is no need to make things final."
In the Shadowmoon clan, although Ner'zhul is a useless shaman, after all, he masters the mysterious shamanic skills, which is enough to be taken seriously. He can also be regarded as a strong candidate for the chieftain, otherwise Rulkan would not marry
he.
According to the rules of the Shadowmoon clan, the reborn Ner'zhul defeated Rulkan in public.
Lulkan did not beg for mercy, nor did he give in. He cursed and left with a few close associates, threatening to take revenge.
In a daze, Garrosh understood some historical truths.
In Garrosh's timeline, it was said that Ner'zhul's wife Rur'kan died of illness, and there were also rumors that the two had a close relationship, with Rul'kan's soul often comforting Ner'zhul.
Now it seems that they were all lies. The truth is that Ner'zhul killed Rulkan in order to seize the position of warchief.
But in this timeline things have changed, because of Grimac, Rurkan was just expelled.
Looking at Ner'zhul who became the warchief, Garrosh asked:
"How does it feel?"
Ner'zhul was majestic: "I feel like this is real living."