Azeroth’s Death Track

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Some people are always favored by fate, and some people's lives are more exciting than others.

Gujar is such a person who is favored by fate, although this form of favor is not quite the same as the kind of “favor” that mortals understand in the traditional sense.

This cunning ogre was the absolute leader of the Twilight's Hammer cultist. He had studied shadow magic with the Shadow Warlock Gul'dan, but before Gul'dan was defeated, Gujar had established the Twilight's Hammer in secret. It’s hard to tell whether this ogre was truly loyal to Gul'dan, but according to his style of acting in the last decade or so, we are more inclined to believe that he has never been loyal to anyone.

Whether it was to join the old tribe with Gul'dan at the beginning, or to continue to control the Twilight's Hammer after the tribe's defeat, this ogre is not a guy willing to bow down to others... he is not an easy one. The guy who can be controlled.

The appearance of this ogre is rough and ugly, and his mind is as complex as his previous experience of the mystery.

At this time, in the underground of the mysterious Titan City, Ulduar, on the twisted earth only one step away from the ancient **** Yogg-Saron, the power of darkness accompanied by the pungent smell of blood, let this The land filled with twisting power has become more disgusting. At the end of the road, on the edge of the activated ritual circle, the cultists under Gujar are making a cruel sacrifice. .

Those craziest... the most obsessed with the evil blessings of the ancient gods, the spirit is not normal, and the brains are full of lunatics who have paid all for the dream of world destruction. They will stand up voluntarily and truly imagine themselves The end of the world presents everything to yourself.

And their brothers, those who also worship the dark, will use a sharp ceremonial knife to open their chests alive, take out their beating heart, and then use the heart as the most when the pool of blood flows in the ceremony." The "sacred" sacrifice was presented in front of the petrified sculpture of Krasis.

This monster waiting for the resurrection in the long time will devour the essence of those hearts in the same way as "draining"... The stone statue of its incarnation is glowing in the dark halo Zhong becomes more and more alive, like an evil spirit sealed in an alien plane, wandering through the stream of darkness and returning to the present world.

In this **** frenzy feast, it is getting closer and closer to this world.

"They are actually doing useless work, right?"

In addition to this cruel and ignorant blood sacrifice, on the border of the dark power that twisted and surging, on the empty chaotic terrace at that time, the "black bishop" Benedict who had been staying with the mantis demon Tas did not know when, after appearing in Gujar's massive body, he asked in a low voice:

"These people, everything they do is meaningless, right? Even if Yogg-Saron really got out of the cage, really destroyed the order of the world, and really rebuilt the glory on the earth. The dark empire has nothing to do with the efforts of these guys. These drosses, which are not worth mentioning in the civilization of order, deliberately occupy an important position in the dark chaotic order, deliberately that they can become a new world. The coming promoter..."

Benedict's voice was hoarse, he stopped, and continued to say:

"But they are nothing...the dark order has nothing to do with them, they are destined to be the ashes between the collision of order and chaos, even if they think that the death of "glory" will not change theirs. fate."

"The world has never been theirs, even if the dark empire is coming...they still can't have future ants, my brother Gujar...you said, why are they so fanatical?"

Facing the dark question of Benedict, the ogre who had been sleeping for 2 days answered in his own unique voice:

"Always tell the truth without being seen, my brother. (Breaking good illusions is always hated.)"

"But for your question, I have some "unique"... insights. (That's because of desire, mortal cowardice and arrogance, after each soul has consciousness, they hope that they can become a unique existence, for vanity Pursue exists in everyone’s heart, it is the original sin of pride, when you can’t get what you want in the existing order...you will always dream, ah, maybe, change the environment, I can live Is better.)"

The ogre chuckled, and the smiles of his two heads grinning in the dark were so infiltrating.

"But they won't, and the dark world won't care for them, as you said. (Even if darkness really comes, they are still ants. This has nothing to do with effort and will, this is destiny, or that soul is born The flaw... Twilight's Hammer only gave them hope, chaotic hope, but that kind of seed has always been planted in their restless hearts. What I did was just a little push.)"

"But what do they need? Is it true darkness? (No! What they need is that it can only illuminate the eyes, but not the false light of the future. That will make them have their own sacrifices. The illusion of meaning...but in fact, meaningless.)"

Gujar looked back at Benedictus, dressed in a black robe, like a preacher in darkness, this ogre stretched out two thick fingers and placed them in front of two mouths full of teeth. A funny banned action.

"Of course, when we talk to them, we can't be so straightforward. (We are like shepherds, with a whip in one hand, a grass in the other, spur and encouragement, so that they can better "dedicate" themselves.")

"Hahahaha"

"Hahahaha"

This not funny cold joke made ogres and Benedicts laugh at the same time. This laugh was not happy at all, like a twisted neuropathy, and after the smile was slightly constricted, Benedict There was less haze on Tas's face. He stepped forward and leaned on the railing distorted by space. He turned his head to look at Gujar near him. He said to the ogre:

"Have anyone told you, my friend, you are actually a very funny person...uh, a very funny ogre."

"Yes. (Gul'dan said that... Unfortunately, the good friend died like that, under the sword of Tyrion.)"

The two heads of the ogre shook at the same time, he was like a world of emotion:

"When I lost my way, it was Gul'dan who took me in. (He trained me to train those unsystematic rough spell systems that I had mastered before, making me his apprentice and the first of the Shadow Council Cannibal Magician, frankly, I actually thank him.)"

"Talk about it."

Benedict looked back at the rapidly recovering sculpture of Krasis. He said in a magnetic voice:

"Talking about your past, you never seem to have said this to anyone else, I am curious."

"Curiosity kills cats and kills you. (Have the teacher who taught you magic never told you this?)"

Gujar’s voice became darker. His three eyes stared at Benedictas, as if to see through the mind of the black bishop, but what stood in front of him was a dark soul that was not weaker than him. A moment later, facing Benedidas who didn't change his face, the ogre shrugged. The twisted bone spurs behind him shone dimly in the darkness, but after a while of silence, it felt a bit boring ogre He grunted:

"Well, it's not impossible to tell. (But that's a very interesting story.)"

"I was born in the mallet fortress in the world of Draenor, the last city of the orthodox ogre empire, ruled by the head of state Margok. (That was a powerful ogre wizard and the most powerful warrior, He ruled the Ogre City with brutality and killing, but that was also the tradition of the Ogre Empire.)"

"Hammer Mall is a city built on the basis of rune magic. Our ogres are subspecies of flesh and blood degenerating from Draenor's source rock life, but the manipulation of the earth and runes has always flowed. In our blood. (In the Ogre Empire, the wizard is the ruling layer, the samurai is the middle layer, the meaningless civilians are the lower layer, and the huge number of slaves... is the last layer, which is a class of strict Civilization, but also a decaying civilization.)"

A disgusted expression appeared on both of Gugal's heads, which seemed to represent the first turning point in his dry story in the past.

"Two-headed ogres like me are born magic manipulators. In the legend of ogres, these two souls share a body, which is a blessing of the ancestors and the earth. (This should be Good thing, but due to some...special reasons, it caused me to be the magic star of the hammerhouse... expelled.)"

Gujar wanted to skip this paragraph, but when he saw Benedict's questioning gaze, the ogre grunted and said with a strange expression:

"Okay, okay, I know I can't hide you. (That was actually a small "magic accident". One fifth of the city and hundreds of ogre warriors died in the magic accident I caused. That was really an accident. I wanted to sacrifice only 66 slaves to see what kind of monsters that ancestral forbidden magic would summon... I succeeded. A rebellious earth element tore the city, but I It also failed, and I overestimated the patience of my leader against me.)"

"Margok ordered me to completely give up my research on forbidden magic, but I refused. (I chose self-exile, which is almost exactly the same as Gul'dan's experience, you may not know that the seemingly majestic beast At first, the NPC Warlock was humiliated and expelled from his clan.)"

The ogre shrugged. He said with some pride:

"I have been wandering in Gorgrond for several years. After destroying a small tribe at a certain time, Gul'dan passed by and took me in. He saw my talent. He told me that playing with those rude forbidden magic is I was wasting my talent. (It turns out that he is right. My talent for shadow spells is much stronger than I thought.)"

"No! I don't want to listen to these!"

Benedict interrupted the chaotic description of the ogre, and the black bishop looked up and looked at the ogre:

"What I want to hear is... the story of you and the void!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend. (It will be told soon, and it is a bad habit to interrupt other people's stories.)"

Ogre Gujar shook his finger at Benedict, and he said slowly:

“It’s a different kind of experience to enter the Shadow Council in the first place. It is full of lunatics, fanatics, conspirators, where there are a bunch of **** who can do whatever they can for power. Good people can’t live there for a day. Fortunately, I am also a bastard. And villains. (So I was there like a fish, I learned a lot from the conspirators, but I quickly got bored.)"

"They talked eloquently. They longed for strength and made no secret of their ambitious ambitions. (But they are also a group of cowards and dare not try boldly. The reason why I am faster than them is because I dare to let go!)"

"My progress made Gul'dan very gratified, and at that time the old tribe had drove the weak draenei to the edge of the world of Draenor. The bloodthirsty orcs began to kill each other. Guldan knew that he The time has come. (Therefore, he secretly dispatched his most trusted subordinates to go to all corners of the small world to twist the elemental power for him, or collect some evil things to help him build the dark. door.)"

"He was ready to kill Azeroth, and I, I was given a special mission. (Gul'dan asked me to return to the Hammerhold to recruit more ogres to join his Shadow Council, and Let me go to Nagrand Prairie and monitor the orc’s eccentric sacred mountain Woshugu.)"

The eyes of Gujar’s three eyes became hazy:

"I thought it was a boring task, but it turned out that I was wrong. (And this is the beginning of the story about me and the void that you want to hear.)"

"Do you know what I found in the orc's holy mountain, Woshu Guri? (Do you want to know what I saw there?)"

Gugal's fingers are moving in the air, and it seems that he still feels trembling because of the adventure of more than 20 years ago. He said in a weird and sincere tone:

"Void... (I saw the void...)"

"I feel that power. (The kind of wanton dispersal, the kind of power that corrupts everything.)"

"And it is that kind of power, that pure faith, it is burning my soul... (It is also it, pushing me step by step to the present, pushing me here.)"

The ogre took a deep breath, and at this moment, under the influence of a strange, undiscovered power, he finally uttered his true belief in his heart before another person.

"Ancient God? That flesh and blood sore is nothing! (I serve, but the most primitive, supreme void!)"

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