In the north-central part of the continent, somewhere in a highland forest called the Hinterlands.
The young orc paid awed tribute to a giantess who was much taller than him.
The reason why she is called a giant is because she is more than twice as tall as Gul'dan, who is strong and not short.
Her body was glowing with metallic luster, and the mysterious power rippling around her made Guldan tremble.
A powerful spellcaster.
A spellcaster who gave him the same mystical feel as Ner'zhul.
Looking at the orc who lowered his head to show awe, a trace of disgust flashed deep in Modera's eyes. The demon blood that had not yet disappeared from the orc's body symbolized that he had once belonged to the evil lackey of Chaos.
This made Modera, who stood on the arcane side of order, naturally dislike the orc Gul'dan.
Looking at this humble orc, Modera, who had received news from her lover, spoke.
"I have heard of your name from my lover. Gul'dan Yanzu, it was he who gave you your last name."
As soon as she spoke, young Gul'dan stooped even lower.
Legendary spellcasters, especially those of the mystical type, are already able to follow their words to a certain extent.
It has been able to naturally affect the surrounding space, forming an aura similar to an exclusive domain.
Just like Ner'zhul, wherever he went, the plants withered, the land was barren, and the creatures fled in fear.
As for the giantess in front of him, it seemed to Gul'dan that she could control everything around her as soon as she opened her mouth.
Gul'dan was in great awe of the power of powerful people. But he was also very envious and longed to have such power, or even more power than this.
He is very sensible.
He knew that before that, he could only be a chess piece, dancing with the actions of powerful chess players.
Only by getting enough nutrition from chess players can you continue to grow and eventually grow from a chess piece to a chess player.
After that, is when you will gain true freedom.
Gul'dan understood that he was still just a chess piece. The most important thing for a chess piece was to be obedient and useful to the player.
So in front of Modera, he felt humility from the bottom of his heart. This humility encouraged him and allowed him to run towards true freedom and power.
Faced with Gul'dan's humility, Modera, who had been sitting on the position of Master of Dalaran for some time, had already adapted to this feeling of superiority and inferiority.
She continued: "I got news from my lover. He asked me to come here to contact you. Tell me, what news do you need me to convey to him?"
Gul'dan immediately said: "The master asked me to follow the Dragonmaw clan. This ordinary small clan never thought that it would be burned. A mysterious human noble who called himself Davar Prestor came to find this clan.
A little-known little clan!"
Modera nodded, and at the same time she tried hard to think about whether there was a noble like Daval Prestor among the human kingdoms.
"This Daval Prestor is very mysterious. He seems to have no power at all, but he can make people around him obey his words! Dragonmaw surrendered to him, obeyed his command, and left the orc army."
Modera nodded slightly, indicating for him to continue.
At the same time, she thought for a while, but she did not think of the status of Daval Presto, a nobleman, in the human kingdom.
This is nothing, human beings have been passed down for thousands of years, and there are countless ancient nobles.
She is not from a noble background. Although she often has to deal with nobles now, she does not need to remember the name of a human noble.
Go back to Dara and ask Aissas to check it out.
Modera thought this while continuing to listen to Gul'dan's report.
"After the master asked me to leave him, I couldn't contact him casually to avoid being noticed, and I couldn't even pray." Gul'dan continued.
"So I can only wait until you arrive before I can tell you something about my work."
Modera blinked and said, "Then you come to me now, are you not afraid of being discovered by him? That Davar Presto sounds very powerful and mysterious."
"he left."
"He said he was going to arrange something."
"The Dragonmaw Clan is temporarily stationed not far from here, waiting for his instructions at any time!"
Gul'dan said.
"I convinced our chief with the reason of scouting around, so I can contact you here."
Modera nodded again.
At the same time, he signaled Gul'dan to continue.
The young orc took a deep breath and continued to complete his work as a chess piece:
"Daval Presto asked us to wait for him. He said that when he comes back, the Dragonmaw clan will dominate the world. To achieve this goal, he said it is very simple."
"As long as we can find him and ask for a treasure, with this treasure, Dragon Throat can become the overlord of the world!"
Hearing this, Modera couldn't help laughing, "A treasure? At most, it's an artifact. Can it dominate the world? Then this world is too unbearable. Orcs, that Daval Presto
Do you believe what I said?"
Gul'dan pretended to be innocent: "Sir, I am not an ordinary orc. I am a servant of Master Tonatiu. I follow those orcs to complete the master's mission..."
"Okay. I know these things. Is there anything else?" Because she didn't like this orc, Modera didn't want to continue talking to him. She hoped to complete the work as soon as possible.
Gul'dan shook his head: "Not for the time being. Davar Prestor asked us to wait for his return. The Dragonmaw clan will not leave here until he comes back."
"Okay." Modera said. "I will tell your master this. You only need to complete the tasks assigned by your master, and he will always reward you."
"Tonatiu's glory is infinite..." Gul'dan said humbly.
"Go back, don't make those orcs suspicious," Modera said.
Gul'dan nodded.
He just watched quietly as Modera opened a portal in front of him, stepped into it and disappeared.
After Modera left, Gul'dan did not leave immediately. He just stood there quietly.
Maybe half an hour passed, maybe an hour, maybe only ten minutes.
A tall, middle-aged human man, not much shorter than Gul'dan, slowly walked over from the depths of the jungle behind him.
He walked up to Gul'dan and patted Gul'dan on the shoulder. This action made the orc involuntarily dwarf.
"Well done, orc. I will reward you with rights, strength, beauty, whatever you choose!" He laughed.
"Master Prestor." Gul'dan said in a more humble tone than he had just said to Modera.
