Ner'zhul has always been conceited. In terms of knowledge and strategy, Ner'zhul feels that he can be ranked among the top three chiefs in the history of the Shadowmoon clan.
Of course, when it comes to muscles and bodybuilding, he is the undisputed number one.
The orcs are a race that values muscle, and Ner'zhul is one of the few aliens.
Over the long years, the Shadowmoon clan gained wisdom by observing the stars. Ner'zhul inherited the knowledge of his ancestors, excelled in his skills, and gained the ability to communicate with spirits.
In the matter of the "Dark Star", Chief Ner'zhul communicated with the souls of the ancestors and took the lead in everything. He successfully defeated the prophet Velen and firmly grasped the initiative.
The result was that Velen had to sacrifice himself in order to save the situation and save the draenei in Shadowmoon Valley.
It is said that the "Dark Star" was originally the Dark Narukara, and the Naaru and the Draenei have a close relationship.
I don't know if Velen is old and has poor memory, but he forgot such an important thing. It wasn't until Ner'zhul took action that he passively recalled the whole story.
At the Truna Star Observatory, Ner'zhul clenched the small piece of paper, feeling so happy in his heart.
The Shadowmoon Clan has been observing the Dark Star for many years, and successive chiefs have expressed a strong interest in this star that exudes shadow energy. It has always been the Shadowmoon Clan's dream to communicate with the Dark Star and obtain its energy.
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Because the Iron Tribe is pressing too hard, if the Shadowmoon Clan cannot show decent strength, it will only be merged and absorbed by its compatriots or even destroyed.
Under the pressure of the situation, Ner'zhul, who originally wanted to proceed step by step, had to take risks.
The ancestor's wish was about to come true. Ner'zhul was so excited that he couldn't control himself. The Truna Observatory was naturally the best place to communicate with the Dark Star. He read the "spell" on the note loudly.
"I won't tell you, I won't tell you."
The voice is loud and cadenced.
It was quiet for a long while.
Chief Ner'zhul was confused, why didn't he react?
"Chief Ner'zhul, you are mistaken." Robbie took a step forward and said.
"Nothing can trouble the great chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan," Ner'zhul roared, arrogantly saying, "I will never make a mistake in a spell."
"Chief Ner'zhul, this spell is not chanted, but sung." Robbie demonstrated in person: "Sing it in my tone: I won't tell you, I won't tell you."
"Is it a spell that was sung?" Ner'zhul thought of the shaman's war song. The principles of his mind should be similar, so he sang along: "I won't tell you, I won't tell you."
"Yes, that's it."
At this time, Yrel had rescued her sister Samara and sent them out of the Truna Observatory. There were still several trapped Draenei astrologers who needed to be rescued.
Robbie knew that what he needed to do at this moment was to delay time: "Chief Ner'zhul, you must sing with deep meaning and express true feelings in order to get the response of the Dark Star."
Even Velen didn't know about Dark Star, but Robbie revealed it.
Ner'zhul suddenly looked high at Robbie.
Spells often require special intonations, and particularly complicated ones require gestures, dance movements, etc. Although Chief Ner'zhul does not believe Robbie, he believes that the guidance of his ancestors is not wrong.
"I won't tell you, I won't tell you."
Ner'zhul sang over and over again. Although it had no effect for the time being, he would not give up easily.
He felt that Robbie should be hiding something, and that there should be other elements besides the intonation, so he sang and danced like a shaman.
The door to Truna's stargazing room opened, and six alliance members filed in.
The six people were gorgeously dressed and had extraordinary bearings. Standing in the center was a graceful human goddess priest. On the left and right were a dwarf female paladin, a dwarf male discipline priest, a draenei male shaman, a werewolf male druid, and a panda man.
Female warrior monk.
They wear identical badges on their chests, a white dove holding an olive branch in its mouth.
After learning that something had happened to Truna while stargazing, the six members of the Dove of Peace Council of Ambori Village hurried back. They thought there would be a big battle, but what they didn't expect was...
The human goddess Priest recognized Robbie at a glance, and the blasphemer Kabol was known to everyone in the Land of the Falling Moon. In addition, the Dove of Peace worshiped Thrall almost like a god, and it was rumored that Robby defeated Thrall.
In other words, they blasphemed their god, so they almost hated Robbie to the bone.
"No, Chief Ner'zhul has joined forces with Capor the Blasphemer. Their relationship is so close that they sang together." The human goddess Priest Carola is the leader of these six people. They were originally here to assist Ner'zhul.
I didn't expect to see this scene.
"Carola, what should we do?" the dwarf female paladin asked worriedly.
The Dove of Peace tried every means to please the Shadowmoon clan, but Ner'zhul was wary and ignored it. How did Kabol the Blasphemer gain Ner'zhul's friendship?
Carola's eyes flickered, unsure of what to pay attention to.
When Robbie discovered these six visitors, his heart suddenly sank.
The Dove of Peace has a very bad reputation among Alliance adventurers. It is the kind of person who will get slapped if you go out alone. You will definitely wake up the next day with missing parts on your body, and you will be hated by everyone.
But the huge energy they control and the power behind them are so huge that no adventurer dares to have a head-on conflict with them.
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?" Ner'zhul tried many different singing styles, coupled with various gestures and dance steps, but still could not communicate with the Dark Star.
Ner'zhul was furious, his face turned black, and he was beginning to doubt.
Robbie felt that it was necessary to give the orc chief some confidence and delay time.
"Chief Ner'zhul, I don't think this spell is complete," Robbie pretended to be deep in thought, his brows tangled, and after a long while he said: "I remembered, the complete spell should be like this: there are horns on the head, and behind the back.
Tails, I won’t tell you, I won’t tell you.”
Chief Ner'zhul took a deep breath, his expression unusually solemn, and he began to think.
There are horns on the head and a tail on the back. Could it be that he is the Lord of the Abyss.
The Lord of the Abyss, the demon general of the Burning Legion, is a huge and terrifying creature.
The orcs have a close relationship with the abyss lord, and it can be said that they are very destined. In the main line of World of Warcraft, it is precisely because of drinking the blood of the abyss lord Mannoroth that the orcs became a violent and warlike race.
In this timeline, Warsong Chief Grom Hellscream refused to drink blood and killed Mannoroth with an axe. "Orcs will never be slaves" opened the chapter of King of Draenor.
However, after the orcs of Draenor became the Iron Horde, they were still violent, warlike, bloodthirsty and irritable, so drinking the blood of Comrade Mannoroth actually had little to do with whether he drank it or not.
Understood, Ner'zhul suddenly realized that this must be a spell passed down by the Lord of the Abyss?
"Haha, stupid humans, don't try to deceive me. The wise chief has seen through everything. No one can deceive the great chief of the Shadow Moon Clan."
Oops, this has exposed the secret. Robbie is evil-minded, and Yrel hasn't finished saving people yet?
Ner'zhul looked ferocious and stared at Robbie with a mocking expression:
"The real spell should be like this: If you have horns on your head, a tail on your back, and wings on your back, I won't tell you, I won't tell you. Are you a little human being who overestimates your own abilities and tries to deceive this chief? Don't think that this chief
I don’t know, but the Lord of the Abyss has wings.”
All right.
Robbie secretly sighed, deeply impressed by Ner'zhul's ability to think.
"You guys, come together." Ner'zhul called to the six Doves of Peace at the door: "Sing and dance with this chief, and communicate with the Dark Star together."
The six Doves of Peace wanted to refuse, but did not dare. While they were hesitating, Ner'zhul roared and glared angrily: "No one dares to refuse the great chief Ner'zhul."
The Dove of Peace secretly contacted the Shadowmoon Clan in order to sow discord between the Alliance and the Draenei, while also putting pressure on Velen and paving the way for the tribe to enter Shadowmoon Valley. It was not a sincere cooperation with the Shadowmoon Clan, which is a pity.
At this point, I had to bite the bullet.
Under the command of Ner'zhul, the six people sang and danced, and had to pretend to be happy. Chief Ner'zhul had a bad temper, and he would hit them with sticks if they were not satisfied at all.
The leader of the six, the human priest Carola, is also a good singer.
But Ner'zhul thought her singing was not rough enough and did not fit the style of the orcs. She was frequently attacked by Ner'zhul's staff. Carola burst into tears and was about to cry.
"Sing, sing, sing well for me, the dark star will come, and we will all be kings."
After a lot of hard work, the cooperation was pretty good, but there was still no hope of communicating with Dark Star.
Carola finally couldn't bear it anymore and begged: "Chief Ner'zhul, can you let me pay homage to the enlightenment of the ancestors of the Shadowmoon clan?"
Ner'zhul has always had doubts in his heart, and as time passed, his doubts became more and more serious.
He took out the note and handed it to Carola. Carola didn't see anything, and handed it to the dwarf knight. The dwarf knight frowned, hesitated, and passed it to the dwarf Discipline Priest.
The little dwarf was more honest and shouted in a high voice: "Chief Ner'zhul, you have been fooled. The ink on this is not dry yet."
Ner'zhul quickly snatched the note, and after just one glance, he became angry, his eyes were red, he raised the staff in his hand, and smashed the poor dwarf's head in one fell swoop.
"No one can mock the great chieftain of the Shadowmoon clan."
The enraged orcs were very terrifying. The muscles on Ner'zhul's body were rolling, and his size had increased a lot. He turned around and glared at Robbie, roaring with a battle roar.
"Okay, I admit, I wrote this note."
Robbie shrugged, spread his hands, and said indifferently.
Yrel had rescued the trapped draenei. Samara and the five draenei astrologers stood behind Yrel, glaring at Ner'zhul and the Dove of Peace.
The Draenei in Shadowmoon Valley didn't know the details of the Dove of Peace, and out of kindness to the Alliance, they kindly let them live in Truna Stargazer.
Unexpectedly, the Dove of Peace suddenly attacked, controlled the Draenei Astrologer, and attracted Ner'zhul. What the Draenei hated most was betrayal.
The shadow demon summoned before had shrunk in size by nearly half. Robbie didn't know what Vanessa had done. This shadow demon was under control and there was no need to worry.
"Yrel, you deal with the Dove of Peace, and I'm here to ask Chief Ner'zhul for advice."