Azeroth’s Death Track

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The land area of ​​the world of Draenor is very small. There is only one continent in this world, and it is surrounded by boundless sea water. The total area of ​​this continent is similar to the eastern continent of Azeroth. Overall, this world In fact, it does not have the foundation for super civilization.

The Nagrand Prairie, the pearl of Draenor, is located in the northwest corner of Draenor World. It is a piece of grass with beautiful wind, fat and water. In the least stained place, there are pure orcs who do not want to drink the blood of the devil. They call themselves "Maghan", which means "uncorrupted".

Nagrand used to be one of the large gathering places of the orc civilization. Two hundred years ago, a meteor fell from the sky and hit the grassland of Nagrand, forming a brilliant crystal mountain, and the shamans soon discovered that Around this Crystal Mountain, the souls of the ancestors are very active, and they can move autonomously without even awakening the spell, as if they were still alive.

This phenomenon was soon regarded as a "miracle" by superstitious orcs, and it also became a holy place for orcs.

Since his childhood, Ner'zhul heard about the legend of Woshugu from his shaman mentor. He came to this mountain of soul more than once to pray and listen to the ancient wisdom of his ancestors. Once, he was proud of this behavior , But after seeing the darkness inside Woshugu with his own eyes, he once again doubted his beliefs.

"Great Chief, what... what's going on?"

Grom pointed angrily to the dark monster suspended in the sky and questioned Ner'zhul, even if he was just a warrior, he could see clearly the situation in front of him. The monster was slowly devouring the soul of the orc ancestor, Voshugu Not holy at all...it's a **** here!

"I do not know..."

Ner'zhul's body shook, he slumped on the ground, he raised his head and looked at the unconscious souls of the orc souls floating around the monster. An inexplicable anger filled the heart of the big shaman.

He gritted his teeth, propped up his body with his staff, stood inside Woshugu, and began to call upon the souls of the orc ancestors. No one knew more about what was happening here than he did. He must know the truth from the mouth of his ancestors.

As the spell of Ner'zhul gradually subsided, a gleaming orc soul broke through the space and appeared in front of Ner'zhul and Grom. From his appearance, this should be an orc shaman.

"You finally came here, my children."

The soul of the orc shaman looked at Ner'zhul and Grom in front of him with a kind and gentle gaze, his voice hushed and invisible, as if murmured in the wind.

"Ancestor, I have a lot of doubts!"

Ner'zhul said in a deep voice, "What the **** is going on? Woshugu, our holy land, why is such a **** miserable! Those souls, and that monster!"

"It's called Kure, my child, it was a noble Naru, born in the light, don't call it a monster."

The ancestor's soul interrupted Ner'zhul's questioning. He looked back at the dark Naru floating in the air. There was an undisguised sadness in his eyes.

"Kurey is the guardian of the draenei. When the draenei spacecraft crashed into our world, it was invaded by the void, but even so, it was not willing to hurt us and the world, it Injecting the remaining light power into the wreckage of the Ginidar spaceship, which is the mountain of souls that you have made into Woshugu... It wakes us up in this way, gives us will and power, and we Finally decided to protect it."

"But it is devouring the souls of our ancestors!"

Grom shouted loudly: "It is evil, there is no doubt how the ancestor's soul can be used as food!"

"Listen to me, the children of Hellscream."

Facing Grom's questioning, the ancestor's soul was very calm. He reached out and patted Grom's shoulder across the air, motioning him to be quiet.

"This is our voluntary...Kurey sheltered us with the last power, let us recover in another form to guide the future generations, that is, your future. In return, every once in a while, Souls with voluntary sacrifice enter into Kure’s body and help it restrain the corruption of the void..."

The ancestor stopped and turned to look at Ner'zhul:

"You are a shaman of the Shadowmoon clan, then you should know the existence of the dark star Kara..."

Ner'zhul nodded:

"I know that Kara, the dark star suspended eternally in the shadow moon valley, its appearance represents disaster and unknown, it was once a taboo of the shadow moon clan, but unfortunately, 10 years ago, Gul'dan was in order to capture The Temple of Karapo introduced the Dark Star into our world. Karabo was destroyed, and Shadow Moon Valley fell into eternal darkness. Kara... completely died out."

"The so-called dark star is the end of the death of Naru, the light form is swallowed by the void, if not suppressed, Kure will become the second Kara, and once its void energy explodes, the entire Na Gran would...

The ancestor's soul shook his head. He looked at the two orc chiefs in front of him. He said softly:

"This is a kind of balance. My children, Kure is not evil. It is already dead. The wreckage filled with voids will activate the soul, and we draw strength from the wreckage of Kure and think about the future. Guiding directions for future generations, accompanying each other, in fact, the origin of the shadow-telling clan's divination magic is Kure, which is almost closely related to the development of our civilization."

This statement made Grom and Ner'zhul quiet at the same time. The ancestors would not deceive them, but this does not mean that the two people can accept the existence of Kure, anyone who sees their ancestors swallowed by monsters will Anger, even if it was a voluntary sacrifice of ancestors!

After more than ten seconds, Ner'zhul raised his head, looked at the ancestor, and asked another question:

"Kurey's question aside, my ancestor, I ask you to answer my other doubt..."

Ner'zhul looked at the orc ancestor in front of him, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Is the draenei connected with demons! Someone told me that the draenei attracted demons, and our orcs are just victims of hatred between them and demons!"

This question made Grom's eyes wide. He drank the blood of the demon. At that time, Gul'dan told them that the devil was a benefactor, a gifter who gave them strength, and came to save the world. To help them, Grom certainly didn't believe this, but he was blinded by his strength. He didn't think so much. Until 10 years later, Grom calmed down and began to think about this problem.

In Draenor's defeat, what kind of role did the demon play? He has a hunch that this question will be completely solved today.

In the face of Ner'zhul's problem, the orc ancestors were silent for a moment before they said:

"Your statement is actually barely correct... Because of frequent contact with Kure, a small part of us existed, and also peeped into the relationship between the Draenei and the Burning Legion, but we were trapped in Vaughan. Shu Guzhong, unable to deliver this news to you, the souls of the ancestors of the outside world do not understand these... not to mention that after Gul'dan blocked the elements of the world, we could not reach you at all."

"The demons are indeed chasing the draenei. We don’t understand their specific grudges, but what is certain is that the draenei are the sad fugitives. They are in exile in the stars, trying to avoid the demon’s pursuit. They The crash in Draenor was an accident. The crash caused their spacecraft to completely collapse, and they were no longer able to travel among the stars..."

The look of the ancestors was dimmed. He looked at Ner'zhul and Grom. He said softly:

"The spies of the demons found the draenei in Draenor. They should have rushed into the world arbitrarily, killing the draenei and the orcs together, destroying the world, but they did not do so, instead , They put their evil black hands towards you... this is a scam, children, the orcs’ traitor Gul'dan does everything we see clearly."

"And you! Ner'zhul!"

The voice of the orc ancestors became serious:

"The big devil disguised as Rulkan, blinded you, and you became a knife in their hands. You gathered all the clans and brought the tribe to the road of war, although this was not your voluntary, But you also need to bear the price!"

"I know, I have no evil, and the crimes I commit cannot be repaid, I know!"

Ner'zhul grasped the staff with both hands. A trace of sorrow flashed on his old face. He looked at his ancestors.

"Ancestors, we have unblocked Draenor's elemental blockade. We want to save this world. Please, please, tell us, what should we do?"

"As long as the draenei are still in Draenor, the devil's eyes will not leave here. They vowed to seize Velen and his followers in the dark starry sky. This hatred cannot be resolved by time."

The orc ancestor shook his head:

"If you ask me what to do, I can only tell you, Ner'zhul, and Grommash, leave with the rest of the orcs, this world has no hope, you can't stop the coming from the nest Demons, no world can stop them, they are a group of destroyers, a group of whiplashers, screamers, destroyers, they are the nightmare of all things...I have peeped into the sun that was completely extinguished in the dream, that is the Burning Legion Malicious."

"what!"

Grom roared, grabbed the battle axe and rushed out of the Holy Mountain, but was yelled by Ner'zhul:

"Gromash, what are you going to do?"

"Kill the draenei dregs! As long as you kill them, the devil will not pay attention to us anymore!"

Grom roared, but was dragged back to him by Ner'zhul's violent wind chain. The chieftain looked at the angry warsong chief and he shouted:

"Enough! Don't be overwhelmed by hatred. It's too late! The demons have seen the orc's war potential. They will not give up like this. Killing the draenei will not help, we must save ourselves now!"

"Yes! Ner'zhul is right! The draenei may have caused disaster, but after the disaster came, they are no longer important."

The orc ancestor nodded. He turned to look at Ner'zhul. He said softly:

"True courage will be born in desperation, but you have to be careful of your collaborator, the new owner of the Dark Temple, Ner'zhul! There is no track of fate in him, we can't see his future, it also means that there is The future of his participation will become chaotic. He may become the key to rescue the orcs, or he may bury you completely. You must be careful!"

The ancestor's soul became dim, and he chuckled lightly:

"I should go to meet my destiny, children, may you reignite the orc's civilization...Ner'zhul, Ruerkan has something to say to you..."

The ancestor’s soul was suspended in the sky and slowly drifted towards the dark Narukure in the sky, and at the moment he dissipated, the soul of a female orc appeared in the eyes of Ner'zhul. Ancestral tears.

"My wife, my dear... 10 years later, I finally... finally saw you again."

He reached out his hand and tried to touch the soul, but touched the void, and there was a trace of pain and sorrow in the eyes of the female orc soul. She reached out and stroked the old cheek of Ner'zhul, she said softly:

"Forgive me, Ner'zhul, when you were blinded by the great devil 10 years ago, I should have stood by your side to support you, but I scolded you, abused you, and then gave up on you, I am sorry, I should not Well, I have seen the tortures you have suffered over the years... I’m sorry, Ner'zhul, my lover, I hurt you."

"It's all my fault, Lurkan, this is not to blame you."

Ner'zhul was half kneeling on the ground, his old cheeks were full of tears, he said with a trace of satisfaction:

"I can be with you at the end of my life, I have been satisfied... I will try my best to make up for the mistakes I made to the orcs, maybe I will die, but I only ask to be qualified to stand after you and I The ancestors... I will try my best to save our world and civilization! I swear!"

The old shaman clenched his fists, and he shouted hoarsely:

"I swear!"

After more than ten minutes, Grom helped out the weak Ner'zhul out of Woshugu. The two orcs were extremely heavy. The truth hidden under the nightmare was even cruel than the nightmare itself. Even the real warrior Grom, All felt despair.

"Call the clan! Grommash, prepare for war, we don't have much time."

"Go to war? To whom?"

Grom asked quietly, he was not afraid of war, and after learning the truth, war was inevitable. In the face of this problem, Ner'zhul propped up his body with his staff, and in his weak eyes, a ball The flames were burning, he said awkwardly:

"I'm going to Shadowmoon Valley. After I come back, you and I will know who the enemy is..."

"No matter who the enemy is... for the survival of the orcs, we all have to crush them!"

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