Azeroth’s Death Track

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Ner'zhul is dying.

Anyone who sees his situation at this time will quickly reach this conclusion.

13 years ago, after being thrown by Gul'dan in Shadowmoon Valley, the will of Ner'zhul who had learned all the secrets had collapsed. He was no longer the wise shaman and qualified leader, he knew himself Blinded by demons, he almost destroyed the orc civilization he was desperately maintaining, and his heart was dead.

The most painful thing is that soon, the soul of his wife, Rulkan, another Shaman of the Shadowmoon clan, no longer responds to his call, which makes the only motivation to support Ner'zhul to survive. Cut off.

In fact, even after Gul'dan integrated the power of the entire orc world, there are still a considerable number of orcs who do not want to follow Gul'dan's life in the world of Draenor. They often come to find Ner'zhul and pray for the wisdom of their ancestors. However, Ner'zhul, who was denied by both the element and the ancestor, could no longer use this power.

Time and time again and again and again, the remnants of the Shadowmoon clan were completely disappointed with Ner'zhul.

At this time, the old orc in Tyrion's hands was skinny and light, and almost no weight. His skin was shriveled, almost a layer of skin on his bones, and he looked very scary.

His cheeks are tattooed with white skulls, which represents the cruelest punishment of the Shadowmoon clan. Those shamans who are still in desperation think that Ner'zhul has "dead" and they have completely given up He exiled him and left him to die.

"Ah, the exiled?"

The death knight threw the chaotic old orc on the ground. He crouched down, extended his finger and patted on Ner'zhul's cheek, trying to get his attention:

"But you have formed the "great man" of the tribe in one hand, how could this be the case? What a pity..."

But this sarcasm did not make Ner'zhul's will sober. On the contrary, after losing the last, the wood carving of his wife's hand-carved, the old orc's remaining spirit **** was as fast as a pierced balloon. Dissipated.

Apart from breathing, he was no different from the dead.

"He is not saved."

Glokus glanced at Ner'zhul, and he told Tyrion:

"Understanding the truth of the demon enslaving the orcs, the cruel reality has crushed the last spine of Ner'zhul, he is already a waste."

"really?"

The death knight snorted:

"One of the most powerful shamans in the history of the Shadowmoon clan, has it really been abandoned? I can't believe it, especially the "cemetery" he chose for himself."

Tyrion glanced back at the surrounding terrain. Sure enough, at the edge of the poisonous water and magma not far away, he saw a remnant ancient altar. He reached up to Ner'zhul's neck and grabbed him quickly to cross the surrounding poison Rivers of water and burning evil magma.

Sure enough, the closer Ner'zhul's body trembles the closer to the altar, he seems to be afraid of something, and there is something on the altar that scares him.

"boom"

The old shaman's body was rudely thrown under the altar. At the moment of landing, the Ner'zhul, who looked like a madman, used his hands and feet, screamed in his mouth, trying to escape from the altar. Stepping on his chest, he leaned over and looked at the panicked shaman with ice-blue eyes. With an undisguised maliciousness, he said softly:

"What are you truly afraid of?"

"This is the cemetery of all the elements of Draenor. The echoes of the elements of this world are strangled here with his own hands. Gul'dan did it, right? You saw all that with your own eyes, and you witnessed that the elements of Draenor were sealed. In that scene, you saw the scene where the element failed... You witnessed the death of this world!"

"Legend, what are you afraid of?"

Tyrion didn't say a word, and the struggle of Ner'zhul stepped on his feet was even more fierce. Until Tyrion asked the question again, Ner'zhul's chaotic eyes had been completely stricken by fear and regret. occupy.

"boom"

Two stones were thrown in front of Ner'zhul's eyes. When he saw the rough stone with special light, the shaman's eyes widened sharply. He stretched out his hand and tried to grab the two stones, but The outstretched hand was stepped on the ground again by the death knight.

"This is my thing..."

Tyrion whispered:

"If I don't give it to you, you can't grab it!"

Ner'zhul's body struggled again, and he closed his eyes in pain. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes, and all the confusion and panic in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a faint light.

"who are you?"

"Oh, you can talk."

Terion stepped back with a blank expression, and got free. Ner'zhul was like a predatory tiger. He lay on the ground and took a step forward, grabbing the two stones in his palm, like it was Grabbing some of the most precious treasures.

It's like grabbing his own life, no, that's something more important than life.

"Curse...password!"

He ignored the dust and dirt on his body and sat cross-legged on the ground. Obviously, he knew what the stone in his hand represented.

Nearly 20 years ago, Gul'dan used this thing to seal the elemental echoes of the world of Draenor, depriving all shamans of their power. It can be said that the two stones in his hand are the beginning of the destruction of this world. The first bell.

But since it is a seal, it means it can be lifted.

At the moment of grasping the two stones of the cursed code, the weak Ner'zhul seemed to be completely alive. As one of the most powerful shamans in the orc's history, Ner'zhul knew very well the material world and the elemental world. The reason why the evil energy of the demon can corrode Draenor so easily is because the elemental territory of the world itself is sealed.

In other words, as long as he can unlock the password of Gul'dan's blockade of the world's elements, he can re-envelop the power of the elements... Although in Draenor's current state, it is impossible to achieve full recovery, but At least he can save one third of the earth... At least he can leave hope for the descendants of the orcs.

He can atone!

After the restoration of Elemental Territory, he can once again see his deceased wife Ruerkan...

Even the self-destiny that he had given up, at this moment came a 180° turn. The ups and downs of fate made Ner'zhul somewhat unacceptable, but he had maintained a bad life for several years. At the moment the light of salvation arrived, the weak shaman's face turned red, and even the vibration with the soul became intense.

At the moment when he felt his body began to feel uncomfortable, Tyrion, who was watching with cold eyes, stepped forward and hit a punch on the back neck of the old shaman. Ner'zhul's eyes rolled over, and he fainted.

When Ner'zhul opened his eyes again, he clenched his fists subconsciously, and after feeling the hardness of the stone in his palm, he relieved his breath, and then smelled the smell of barbecue, he climbed up hard, Looking back, a dwarf creature he had never seen was cutting a roasted evil twin dragon with a knife.

This is similar to a crocodile. After Shadowmoon Valley is infected with evil energy, it is one of the few living and edible creatures, but this thing has been infected by evil energy, and it has also changed from a beast. It has become a dangerous existence similar to Warcraft, even the best orc hunter, it is very difficult to deal with these groups of twin sail dragons.

"Huh, are you awake?"

The gnome Ela, who had just cut the meat, looked up and saw the Ner'zhul standing there. Seeing this gust of wind, the old orc, staying with the death knights for a long time, has made the nerve of the little gnome thick. After a while, she could not feel the threat from Ner'zhul, so she grabbed her arm and there was a red whip mark there.

The disobedient little gnome was just licked by Luminas with a whip. Although it was only under the pressure of his companion, the symbolic punishment was given. The punishment of the first two people was still through the air, but the whip swayed let the gnome Tooth grin.

The gnomish in a bad mood cut a large piece of meat for himself, and pushed the rest to the swallowing Ner'zhul, and said in a non-standard orc language:

"Let’s eat...Anyway, except for the two of us, no one eats these things."

The cooking skills of the little gnome are still very reliable. The food is in front, and the old orc can't care about others. After gorging on, he wiped his mouth with dirty sleeves. He carefully looked at the gnome in front of him and asked in a low voice:

"Who are you? Where are you from? Who are they?"

"My name is Ella, Ella. Magic Thread, I'm the logistics director of the Dark Blade Knights! Um... that's it!"

The little gnome patted his chest, gave himself a name that sounded very loud, and then pointed at the statue-like death knights behind his back with a grin, whispering:

"They are the knights of the Darkblade Knights...uh, the death knight is the dead knight! Do you understand?"

Ella has a rare personal chat all day long, and the gnome's racial character is very out of touch. Seeing someone chatting, she can't take care of the strange taste of Ner'zhul's body. , Telling Ner'zhul everything he knows.

Including the orcs' invasion of Azeroth, and their failure, the destruction of the Dark Portal, the disappearance of Gul'dan, etc., all told Ner'zhul, the news made the old Shaman's eyes flash.

Someone like him is somehow the leader of the tribe. He is very clear that the code of curse given to him by Tyrion was not given in vain. This death knight he had never been in contact with must have some purpose, but the gnome said more The more, the more puzzled the old orc.

Until Ella, who was satisfied with the desire to chat, ran to prepare bath water for Luminas and the Blood Watchers, the old shaman was still thinking for a long time. He looked at the two stones inscribed with the curse code in his hand, and finally Determined.

Tyrion stood alone on the edge of the dilapidated altar, and like other death knights, looked calmly and silently at the evil magma flowing in front of him. No one knew what he was thinking, and the heavy footsteps sounded from behind. , Then interrupted Terion’s thinking.

"Have you decided yet?"

The death knight whispered:

"I'm not very good at negotiating, so I'll be honest, I need you to cooperate with me."

The hoarse voice passed into Ner'zhul's ears. The old shaman did not feel surprised. In fact, he experienced too many things in his life, and it was hard to feel surprised.

Tyrion's answer silenced him for a moment, and finally, the old shaman looked up:

"I want to unlock the code of curse! I want to save my world and people! I want to atone, and after all this, my life is yours!"

"What am I going to do with your life? It's meaningless."

The death knight did not look back. His voice was like a dream:

"I have no interest in the lives of you and your people. I have no interest in the weak living people. In my future planning for this world, you and your people have no special value."

"You don't need to guess what I want to do."

"You don't need to measure what I can do."

"I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just telling you to cooperate with me to do something, which is good for you and your world, and I don't give you the power to refuse, nothing more."

This brutal answer made Ner'zhul not know what to say. After a while, he gritted his teeth and bowed his head slightly:

"So, what are we going to do?"

This answer finally satisfied the Death Knight. He turned around and threw the last piece of the cursed code to the old shaman, then frowned, and looked up and down at Ner'zhul's image:

"First of all, go for a decent dress and clean up the image, Draenor's savior should be more majestic."

"The latter thing is very simple...I want you to be, the third chief of the tribe!"

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