Azeroth’s Death Track

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Grom took the chiefs to Shadowmoon Valley, three days later.

Due to Gul'dan's act of breaking the elements back then, this originally fertile and beautiful place turned into a **** polluted by evil energy, and no orcs were willing to come here, so in the past few years, the news about Shadow Moon Valley is very good less.

Although the three chiefs drank the blood of the demon and became a manic and crazy warrior, they saw the magic of the evil invading their own world and witnessed the end of the world, watching the trail of the earth being polluted by green evil energy. Looking at the green poisonous water flowing on the ground, all the accompanying soldiers were silent.

At this time, seven years have passed since the orcs drank the blood of the devil. The kind of inner agitation has become weak under the touch of time. In fact, the Azeroth War ended, and the orcs’ fatigue "The plague" is caused because the blood of the devil in the body has gradually failed.

However, in the world of Draenor, the orc warriors here have not yet felt the effect of the "devil's blood" because of the sufficient energy.

"Ah, you are finally here."

A group of people followed the desolate road to the most central hillside of Shadowmoon Valley. They easily found signs of the activity of Shadowmoon clan. These orc shamans faded out of the orc society after the magic of the warlock rose. In addition, the moment when I saw the orthodox shamans dressed in traditional robes and decorated with animal bones and gems, the orc warriors even felt a little emotional.

In the end, what is good and what is bad, after 7 years of torture, there is an answer in everyone's heart. In the heart of the orc chieftain like Grom, he has guessed the truth of the matter. .. they are just victims, whether it is an orc warrior or an orc world.

All are victims and sacrifices of higher power conspiracy...

"Ner'zhul, long time no see."

Grom, who was carrying the blood roar, stepped forward. In front of him, the Shadowmoon Orcs wearing traditional shaman robes respectfully gave way, revealing Ner'zhul standing on the hillside.

The old orc was wearing a black robe, his gray hair was neatly tidy, and he held his former staff-the soul of a thousand souls that could control the soul. Ao Zu's head made him look deep and mysterious.

Ner'zhul turned around, his cheeks as thin as skeletons, but his eyes were filled with a flame, and the strong self-sacrifice and dedication will support Ner'zhul's weakness like a burning fire. His body, against the background of the tall Grom, was skinny Ner'zhul like a dwarf, but he was not afraid of this powerful orc chieftain.

He stretched out his hand, and a white skull appeared in the palm of his hand, the dark green evil energy beating in the skull's orbit, making it look strange.

"The skull of the sinner is already in my hands, the soul of the traitor has completely dissipated, we should atone for it, Grommash!"

Gromash is another name for Grom, which is actually just a trouble caused by the accents of the different clans of the orcs, and on formal occasions in order to show respect, on official occasions, the orcs will call Grom Gromash .

"Atonement to whom?"

Grom asked subconsciously, a scary smile on Ner'zhul's skull-like cheeks:

"To the elements abandoned by us! To this world! To Atonement to Draenor!"

Grom didn't answer, but Kargas Bladefist standing behind him couldn't stand it any more. He stepped forward, waving his fist, and he shouted loudly:

"Enough! We came here thousands of miles away, not listening to the nonsense of your old gods and gods! Tell us, how are you going to save this world?"

"boom"

Kargas’s sharp fist is less than 2 meters away from Ner'zhul, which is of course regarded as a threat, and does not require Ner'zhul to speak, standing on the tall figure behind him, shining in the rune light In the middle, the black battle axe burst out and smashed with Kargath's fist blade. The dark red death force wrapped around the battle axe repelled the impatient orc chieftain several steps.

This scene made the orc warriors noisy. They pulled out their weapons and tried to help Calgas, but they were stopped by Grom's hand.

Hellscream looked at the figure wearing a black hood in front of him. From a physical point of view, this should be an orc, but the kind of cold air he had never seen before, even made him feel a trace of threat.

"Okay! Cargas, you are still as grumpy as ever."

Ner'zhul was naturally not fighting for these chiefs. He waved his fingers. Glokus, who was guarding him, grunted, turned his tomahawk back, and returned to where he stood.

"Evil Warlock Gul'dan uses cursed magic to cut off our connection with the element, this is the beginning of our world falling into darkness!"

Ner'zhul leaned on his staff and walked down the hillside. The shamans of the Shadowmoon clan followed him closely. After a massacre, the Shadowmoon Orcs who had survived had fallen to their knees. In front of the ancestors, those who dared to resist were cut off by the knights of the Dark Blade Knights.

For his own atonement, the paranoid Ner'zhul no longer cares about the life and death of the clan. Seriously, this soul is starting to get crazy.

He ticked his fingers and motioned the chiefs to follow him. Cargas looked at his back disdainfully and slobbered towards the ground, but under Grom's leadership, he followed.

"It's here! The hand of Gul'dan! It's here..."

Ner'zhul stood in front of the broken altar, and he said in a low voice:

"Here, we have witnessed the failure of the Draenor element, we indulged in power, we abandoned the element, so it also abandoned us, abandoned the world... But I know that the element is generous and great, as long as we Sincere confession, embrace the element again...it will embrace us again with open arms."

"But before that, we have to correct the mistake left by Gul'dan! That's why I invite you to come."

The staff in Ner'zhul's hand was pointed on the ground. He looked back at the chiefs behind him. He said in a deep voice:

"Every one of us is stained with Draenor's blood. We are all murderers. Only through a real confession can we reawaken the elemental spirit of this world, and under the protection of the elemental spirit, this The evil energy will no longer pollute the remaining gathering place... We will leave hope for our future generations!"

Ner'zhul's eyes fell on Grom, who increased his voice:

"Gromash, think about your son... would you like him to live in a world without hope?"

"Garros..."

Grom whispered his son's name in a whisper. After a while, he looked up and looked at Ner'zhul, a glimmer of distrust in his eyes:

"You broke the orc tradition and formed a tribe. Although Gul'dan dominated all this, you are also the culprit. Ner'zhul, to be honest, I don't believe you, but if you really have a way to save this The dead world... I, we are willing to help you! But if you dare to deceive us..."

"deceive?"

Ner'zhul shook his head. He handed the staff and skull to an old shaman behind him. He took three stones from his sleeve and turned to the dilapidated altar. He said softly:

"You will soon see my sincerity, but the element no longer responds to the shaman’s request. We have been deprived of our strength. If we still have to fight... we need you to go! This is our last chance. !"

"Great element, please listen to the confession of sinners!"

Ner'zhul knelt down on the ground. He held up the curse code in his hands with his hands and began to recite the evil mantra above. When he pronounced the first mantra, the whole ground of Shadowmoon Valley began to vibrate. The scorching lava filled with evil energy rolled and roared. This scene made the orc warriors raise their heads and looked around.

The second mantra of Ner'zhul sounded, and the green poisonous water began to roll, and a huge illusion appeared on the rolling earth, and around the altar of the hand of Gul'dan, the extinct volcano erupted again. The scorched magma landed on the ground, and then a whistling storm set off, and the gust of wind with sulfur smell blew through the land, like howling of hatred.

In the scorching wind, Grom reached out to block his eyes, saw the discolored reality in front of him, and felt the trembling and roaring ground under his feet. The Orc Chief immediately realized that no matter what Ner'zhul wanted to do, he might be real Mastering the cursed powers gave Grom a hopeless hope.

"If it could be..."

"Uh"

The orc chief drew back the battle axe blood roar behind his back, and under his command, the orcs of the warsong clan immediately formed an attack formation.

"boom"

The third stone in Ner'zhul's hands was suspended in mid-air by invisible power, and the beating bright red runes glowed strangely, like a key, opening the sealed door of the cursing world in front of him.

At this moment, the dark green evil fire storm entangled the scorched magma and poisonous water, and connected to the world. Several unlucky shamans were involved. In their wailing, their bodies were burned to ashes in an instant.

And at the moment when the evil fire storm dissipated, in front of everyone's eyes, a flame giant with a height of about 10 meters and a hot dark green rock all over his body stood in the center of Shadow Moon Valley. It was like the legendary demon **** In the same way, every step you take will make the ground vibration more intense, and every time it roars, it will set off a burning storm of evil energy.

The flame giant roared up in the sky:

"In this world, the end is coming!"

"I am the will of the elements! Orcs! Orcs...never forgive! Die!"

"Roar!"

In the roar of the dark green evil fire giant, a rock like a meteor was lifted by him, and it was smashed towards the orcs in the hand of Gul'dan. The green stone was surrounded by a thick green flame, and there was a scorching flame. The storm, but before it fell to the ground, a tall figure rose into the sky, and the battle axe in his hand hit the boulder hard.

"boom"

Fragments entwined with flames flew across, and in a scorching smell, Grom's body fell beside Ner'zhul, his eyes widened, and he pointed to the roaring giant:

"what is that?"

"That's the gathering of Draenor's elemental power, representing the final battle of the element's flame king, Sen Luken."

Ner'zhul was also bruised in the previous evil fire storm, and looked very embarrassed, but his eyes were full of pain and confession. He looked at the crazy flame giant, he said in a deep voice:

"Our elemental spirits fought against the evil disaster brought by Gul'dan, they gathered together to form the King of Fire, Sen Luken, to fight against Gul'dan's evil energy, but they underestimated the devil's gift. The power of Sen Luken was shattered by the magic magic guided by Gul'dan. What remains here is Sen Luken's unwilling echo..."

"But you also saw it, Grommash!"

Ner'zhul grabbed the orc chief's wrist, and he shouted:

"Senlucin’s echo has been infested with evil energy, it has fallen, and the pure element is sealed in its body. Only by smashing it can the pure element be freed... Only in this way can we renew Only by establishing connections can we save our world...return the orcs back to the glorious age of elements!"

"Come on! Break it!"

Ner'zhul said in a praying voice:

"Use actions to express our confession to the elements, let us wash our sins with blood! Come on, only sacrifice, and only sacrifice, can save our world!"

"Think about your son, Grommash! This is our last chance!"

The Warsong Chief gritted his teeth. He looked up at the crazy flame giant. He knew very well that to defeat such monsters, the soldiers he brought would probably be wiped out, but...

"Warsong Clan!"

Grom stood up in the scorching flame storm, the orcs behind could not even see his body, only to see a tall back in the scorching flame, they saw Grom raised the blood roar, They heard Grom's crazy roar.

"For Draenor! For our family! For our world! Charge me!"

"LOK-Tar!!!"

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