In the humid and sultry rainforest, which made him extremely bored, any disturbance would make him nervous and even trigger attacks from his evil spells.
Nekros was born in an ordinary orc clan in Draenor. This orc clan had no reputation at all before crossing the Dark Portal.
After crossing the Dark Portal, he also didn't have much fame.
As a former shaman apprentice of the clan, under the influence of the great Ner'zhul, he abandoned the elements and all spirits, and embraced the more powerful and conquering evil energy.
Later, as an ordinary orc, he followed the footsteps of the orc army and came to this world.
Everything went well at first.
It's just that he doesn't like the surrounding environment. He still prefers grasslands and hills to jungles and swamps.
But that's okay.
The desire for conquest and power boiling in his blood suppressed this dislike, as long as he could conquer this planet.
All kinds of life are at your fingertips.
Then……
Then he followed the powerful Blood Cave clan and was defeated, and was killed by the natives and wild beasts in the forest.
Nekros heard that even the powerful leader of the Blood Hollow Clan, Kilrogg Deadeye, had gone mad.
Under the leadership of the Blood Cave Clan, everyone attacked frantically; also under the defeat of the Blood Cave Clan, everyone fled frantically.
Nekros abandoned his teammates and hid his traces alone in the forest. He wanted to return to the north and to the side of the great leader.
The orcs had a very bad attitude towards deserters, and Nekros could no longer care about it.
He would rather go back and be looked down upon than die in the forest and become fertilizer for vegetation.
"Huchi~huchi~"
I have been running away for several days.
Even though he is one of the orcs with outstanding physical strength, Nekros's body has reached its limit now.
He was breathing heavily, stuffing a bunch of grass roots in his mouth to fill his hungry stomach.
He likes to eat meat.
But the orcs have no time and dare not hunt. Everything in the forest seems to be against the orcs.
The enemy did not give up the pursuit of the defeated orc army. He fell into danger several times. He relied on a little luck and desperate courage to survive until now in the pursuit.
However, the orc warlock also knows that luck will not always favor him. Only prudence and courage can ensure his survival.
He was crossing a ravine in the jungle. The water was gurgling and he had no desire to drink.
Compared with grasslands, the biggest advantage of this hot and humid forest is that there is no shortage of water.
suddenly.
He stopped.
I was very tired, but my hands still had to glow with green light, and the power of evil energy gathered in them.
A shadow arrow is ready.
"What's there?" the orc shouted harshly.
He noticed that there seemed to be a creature hiding behind a big tree by the stream. His breathing was different from that of wild beasts.
Prudence and experience allowed him to prepare for the attack while also leaving time and space to prepare for retreat.
Across a small stream.
"Ha~"
What surprised Nekros was that the creature behind the big tree didn't seem to hide his intentions at all.
After Nekros spoke, the other party turned directly out from behind the tree, and what surprised Nekros was that the other party spoke fluent orc language.
"Don't be nervous. My friend, I mean no harm. I even want to show you a bright road."
A native with black hair and black eyes, who looked kind-hearted and was very short compared to the orcs, came out from behind the tree and said to Nekros.
See what he looks like.
Nekros breathed a sigh of relief.
Not those strong blue-skinned natives, not a troll. It was a native he had never seen before. He looked pink and tender, with a beard on his face.
Gulu gulu.
Nekros's stomach growled, indicating that he was hungry. He had been eating grass for several days.
"You can actually speak our language? Native, I think you are ready." Nekros looked at the short, pink-skinned native who had no strength at all, and the orc smiled cruelly.
"Preparation? What preparation?" The middle-aged human man with black hair and black eyes was a little strange.
"Prepare to be my food!" As Nekros roared, a ball of dark green energy blasted towards the opponent from his hand.
The orc's attack was fast and sudden, as it should be. The orc thought that this weak-looking native must not be able to dodge his attack.
To Nekros's horror.
The opponent just turned sideways slightly, and his attack failed. The shadow arrow hit the big tree where the human man was originally hiding.
The power of evil energy and shadow blasted a smoking hole in the tree.
"You want to eat me?" the middle-aged human man said in disbelief, "My first reaction when you saw me was that you actually wanted to eat me?!"
Nekros ignored him at all, and the orc turned around and ran away.
His sudden attack was easily dodged by the opponent. The orcs didn't know that the opponent was a powerful guy.
If you don't run away at this time and still stay here chattering with him, it is a sign that you think you have lived too long.
"It's so fun and perfect."
The middle-aged man looked at Nekros's escaping back with admiration.
"Strong muscles, savage and ferocious character. Primitive organization, and even plans to eat the meat of intelligent animals. You are very cautious, and will run away immediately at the slightest sign of being defeated. And what is incompatible with your strong body is that you are actually very sensitive to energy.
He is very sensitive and has a certain amount of intelligence."
"Not bad, very good."
Snapped!
He snapped his fingers.
Nekros, who had already run far away and was congratulating himself that he had escaped with his life, was pulled by a mysterious force on his feet.
The orcs couldn't move.
No matter how hard Nekros struggled, he could not regain his freedom. The middle-aged man slowly walked over, and Nekros was already roaring in anxiety. The orc did not want to die.
Nekros felt that he was no longer facing a short, pink-skinned native.
What he was facing was a terrifying giant beast, which was already pressing towards him.
"Do not kill me."
"Please don't kill me."
"..."
Nekros knelt before him.
The middle-aged man who walked up to the orc said with a playful expression: "Please don't worry, I have no intention of taking your life."
"Really...really...?!!" Nekros couldn't believe what he just heard.
"Really. How can I be willing to kill you?" The middle-aged man laughed. "Hello, my name is Daval Presto. I am a human noble...well...human beings are the most powerful on this planet.
One of the races.”
"You don't look powerful at all..." Nekros saw that the other party really had no intention of killing him, and the orc took courage and said.
"Haha! You're right, humans don't look powerful at all."
The middle-aged human man who called himself Daval Presto smiled and said: "Now, as a lord among humans, I want to be with you, your race or clan, whatever."
