As a cunning orc chief, Ner'zhul is not easily fooled, and he still has concerns in his heart.
"Ner'zhul, what are you still hesitating about?" the mysterious woman asked.
"This magic is beyond my understanding. I heard that there are countless terrible creatures hidden in the void. What should we do if we find a dangerous world?"
"So you are worried about this." The woman sneered: "All magic is accompanied by danger, and crisis and reward coexist. If you have concerns, you can terminate this ritual. I thought orcs were brave."
"No, I am the leader of the orcs, and I must think about the orcs." Ner'zhul was still hesitating.
The woman was silent for a long time and said: "I admit that this magic is very dangerous. Deathwing had the same concerns as you back then, but he finally took the risk and succeeded. You should know that Azeroth
There are not many black dragons left. The future of the orcs lies in your hands, Ner'zhul."
The success of Deathwing allowed Ner'zhul to finally show hope and relax his vigilance:
"Yes, the orcs are desperate. They have no choice but to fight to the death and find a new world to thrive. Sooner or later, they will make a comeback. The orcs' wrath will surely destroy Azeroth."
Ner'zhul's eyes were extremely fierce, he put aside his worries and began to cast the spell according to the woman's prompts.
Kel'Thuzad carefully observed the process of the ritual and couldn't help but sigh. This magic was very complicated, and even a great mage like him had difficulty understanding its subtleties.
However, something surprising happened.
As Ner'zhul casts a spell, black space cracks appear in the sky, and the terrifying power of space spurts out, forming an indestructible storm. Fortunately, there are three artifacts protecting Ner'zhul and the entire Dark Temple.
Among the countless despairing space cracks, one crack blooms with a strange light, which clearly leads to a beautiful new world. You can see that the entire planet is covered with green vegetation, with a dense atmosphere and azure oceans.
, forests, grasslands, snow-white peaks, and strange creatures living freely on the earth.
Who would have thought that Ner'zhul would have succeeded back then.
"Yes, Ner'zhul, you actually found a new world. This surprises me." The woman's voice was filled with wonder, and then she laughed: "Poor Ner'zhul, you don't know that the orcs will never have the chance to enter.
this world.”
The terrifying power of space continued to pour out, seemingly forever, the earth tore apart, and sea water flew into outer space. Only then did Ner'zhul realize what mistake he had made, and roared: "Damn it, you deceived me.
.”
The woman giggled:
"Yes, you are so ignorant. The Black Dragon Clan got my help back then. The only difference is that the Black Dragon King has a much better understanding of magic than you. He has spent decades looking for a new world, so there is no
The power of space tears the earth apart. And you are an ignorant fool. The power of space will tear Draenor apart. This is the price of the orcs, the revenge of Azeroth."
The woman's voice disappeared, and Ner'zhul helplessly watched the powerful force of space tear the continent apart. He could only remember the space coordinates firmly, and then left the Dark Temple.
Later, because Ner'zhul was captured alive by Kil'jaeden, he never had the chance to reveal this secret to his tribe.
Robbie expected to gain something, but he did not expect that it would be the coordinates of a new world.
Kel'Thuzad could not conceal his inner joy:
"Your Highness, Azeroth is a chaotic world. The existence of the Star Soul has attracted all the major forces in the universe. This world is destined to not be peaceful. The Scourge Legion is not welcome. It is better to enter a new world."
Arthas hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "The Scourge's duty is to destroy the orcs and protect the world of Azeroth. We cannot evade our responsibilities."
Robbie had a different idea and advised: "Arthas, have you forgotten your original intention? From the very beginning, our goal was to resurrect the people of Lordaeron, let them escape from the state of the undead, and become the undead again.
Humanity.”
Arthas looked at the howling cold wind in Northrend, clenched his fists and said: "I will never forget that my father failed the people of Lordaeron. This is a debt owed by the Menethil family."
Robbie said seriously:
"The resurrection of the people of Lordaeron will reveal the truth about the fall of Lordaeron, which will arouse the resentment of many people and lead to more wars. After the Scourge expelled the orcs, the people of Lordaeron should live in peace."
Arthas nodded: "I understand. After the people of Lordaeron become humans again, I will let them enter a new world away from the chaos of Azeroth."
The process of opening up a new world has never been peaceful. It is more important to keep secrets. There is no place more suitable than the inaccessible Northrend. The Scourge built a fortress on the Frozen Throne and became the base for opening up a new world.
The forward troops of the Scourge arrived at Mount Hyjal and launched a tentative attack under the leadership of the lich Reki Winterhan. The battle situation was not optimistic. Archimonde had a gloomy face as he listened to Reki Winterhan's report on the situation.
"We underestimated the night elves." Reki Donghan felt very frustrated and did not dare to look at Archimonde's face. His eyes were evasive and he said: "As we expected, the night elves have excellent archery skills, but their arrows are weak.
It's just a basic enchanting product with insufficient power. After strengthening our army's armor, their arrows completely lost their effect."
Archimonde waved his hand and said: "I want to know how you failed. A thousand brave legionnaires died in battle. You must give an explanation."
Lei Jidonghan was so frightened that he hurriedly explained: "Mount Hyjal is a sea of forests, home to countless towering ancient trees. Many ancient trees have a lifespan of nearly ten thousand years. This is the result of Druid magic."
"Let's get to the point." Archimonde said impatiently.
"They are ancient war trees. There are too many ancient war trees hidden in the forest. They are no different from ordinary giant trees. It is difficult to distinguish them. They cut off our retreat. The soldiers of the legion are very brave, but the power of the ancient war trees is more
big."
Archimonde was slightly shocked and said angrily: "You stupid lich, has your brain been frozen by the cold? Why not use fire? Our Burning Legion destroys the world with fire. Have you forgotten the true meaning of burning?"
Reki Donghan was dejected and said innocently: "Mount Hyjal has abundant rainfall and the fire element is extremely thin. I heard that Ragnaros, the Lord of Fire, is helping them and even the evil fire cannot burn."
"The King of Fire dares to ruin the legion's important affairs, and he will pay the price sooner or later." Archimonde slammed the table hard: "If the magic mecha production line can work, how can the ancient tree of war fight against the legion."
The eredar technician on the side quickly lowered his head, worried that Archimonde's wrath would come.
After venting his anger, Archimonde calmed down: "The night elves can give birth to a genius like Queen Azshara, which shows that this race is quite outstanding. Although they rejected magic, after all, they have prepared for ten thousand years. To have such a
The strength is not surprising, but it’s a pity that the bravery is too low to stop the conspiracy, so Sal came to see me.”