Part-time BOSS

"Is this the power of the gods in the sky world? They are so powerful!"

Ner'zhul looked at the Holy Light Barrier in front of him with shock on his face.

In Draenor, there are also many gods, including the three sky gods believed by the arakkoa, the Cyclops believed by the ogres, and the ancient god Polaka believed by the spore people.

In every intelligent racial community, there will be more or less records related to gods.

Some gods even live in that abandoned world, visible to the naked eye.

But as the most powerful orc shaman in the world of Draenor, Ner'zhul's understanding of the gods far exceeds that of ordinary people. To him, the so-called gods are nothing more than some more powerful and ancient life forms.

There is not much difference from the ‘all spirits’ worshiped by shamans.

Shamans worshiped all spirits and offered faith and sacrifices to gain power. They communicated more, so they respected more than awe. Ner'zhul even had a sense of superiority in his heart over some weak gods who had no idea.

But it was obvious that this world was different. Not only were the elemental beings more powerful, but even the gods were completely beyond his knowledge.

Unlike Ner'zhul who was shocked for a moment, Godwin was full of confidence. Holy Light Barrier is a heroic skill that can be upgraded with divine skills. The effect is in one word - hard. Especially in such a large-scale war, it is exactly When he shows his strength.

"It seems you need help, Master Ner'zhul." A voice suddenly came from behind Ner'zhul, and you knew who that person was without asking Ner'zhul.

Ner'zhul (Chief Shadowmoon): "Grogo Evil Eye, take your warlocks and leave here. This sacred land of all spirits is not a place where you despicable warlocks should come."

Grogo Evil Eye (high-level warlock): "You know Ner'zhul, if it were any other day, I would have been very suspicious of life, but today is a war between the Horde and the Alliance, so you are lucky."

After saying that, before Ner'zhul could get angry, Grogo Evil Eye hurriedly greeted him.

A few words were fine, but he didn't dare to really anger Ner'zhul.

"Get to work, brothers, let them taste the power of fel magic."

Grogo Evil Eye led a group of warlocks and demons to cast evil spells and blasted at the Holy Light Barrier that was getting closer and closer below.

The power of this spell attack was obviously not as powerful as the elemental spells cast by the previous shaman. However, what surprised Ner'zhul was that the power of holy light on those human knights could not stop the erosion of evil energy, and was constantly being corroded and melted. The light curtain also became dim.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart again. Although Gul'dan had disappeared and these warlocks were useless, he clearly remembered the terrifying power of the masters whom the warlocks worshiped and sacrificed.

Now this memory has resurfaced again. Once they are connected to the master behind it, the tribe may fall into decadence again. No, it must gain greater power and prevent this possibility from happening.

The most terrifying thing about evil magic is its powerful corrosive ability. Since the essence of evil energy is chaos, there is basically no concept of 'immunity'. Even gods will be harmed by this power and can be offset. But can't ignore it.

At this time, the Holy Light Barrier summoned by Godwin finally dissipated under the constant bombardment of evil magic. However, after a while, the knight army had already reached the top of the mountain under the leadership of Godwin. The leader was none other than the Five Silver Saints. The army of Paladins led by him.

Knights from all walks of life followed suit.

Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Kill! For the Alliance!"

Uther (Lord Paladin): "For the King! For the Glory!"

The knights shouted and rushed to the top of the mountain. The warlocks and shamans immediately retreated back, leaving the battlefield to the demons and elemental creatures they summoned.

Not to mention, these fire elemental creatures with red fire all over their bodies and demons with green fire all over their bodies stand together, and the painting styles match up quite well.

The army of knights was not afraid, and the elemental demons like Hel fought together.

Seeing the battlefield becoming anxious for a moment, Ner'zhul breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stay here and stop them!" He shouted to Grogo Evil Eye, turned around and ran towards the Altar of Flame.

At this moment, the altar of flames has taken initial shape under the day and night work of the orcs' hard workers.

A summoning circle drawn with fire element purification appears in the center of the altar.

Through this magic circle, you can directly contact the Fire Demon King in the Land of Fire.

Ner'zhul immediately stood at the summoning position of the magic circle. He closed his eyes and sensed for a few seconds. The darkness in front of him was suddenly covered by a raging flame.

Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, looked down at the orc shaman and let out a dissatisfied snort.

Ragnaros (Firelord): "Ner'zhul, why are you contacting me? Are your summoning rituals ready?"

Ner'zhul (Chief Shadowmoon): "The great Fire Lord, there was a small accident. The human army is attacking the Altar of Flame. They have already reached the top of the mountain and are about to reach the altar." 1

Ragnaros (The Firelord): "Trash, you useless orcs can't handle such a small thing. The power I gave you is a waste."

As he spoke, flames surged across his body, and Ner'zhul was roasted in burning pain all over his body. Even though he knew it was just an illusion, he was still afraid. After dealing with the Fire Demon King for so long, he knew very well that this guy was not He is a good-natured master.

"Great Master, can you summon me in advance?"

"No, summoning my clone to the real plane requires huge energy. Your current energy is simply not enough to complete the ritual, unless -"

"Unless what?"

"It seems that this is the only way. I will send my most capable lieutenant to rule you instead of me. He will bring the fire elemental army to destroy those human armies. Start summoning."

After saying this, Ner'zhul's eyes suddenly went black. As soon as he opened his eyes, he returned to the real world. Behind him, shouts of killing continued to come, and occasionally there was the rumble of the lava giant being chopped down, and the fire element being fucked. Explosive explosions.

We can't hold on for much longer, we must start the summoning ceremony as soon as possible!

Ner'zhul was a little depressed. His original plan was to summon the Fire Lord to the real world, so that no matter how powerful the alliance was, it would be unable to resist. Now he could only summon a fire elemental lord to respond to the emergency.

It’s a pity that we have prepared so much material.

But as long as the alliance can be defeated, the materials can be gathered together.

Ner'zhul (Chief Shadowmoon): "Shamans, I'm so beautiful - get ready to start the ceremony."

Dozens of high-level shamans gathered around the altar and chanted incantations together.

"The immortal being from the land of fire."

"The trunk of flames, the representative of destruction, the ancient king who controls thousands of fire elements."

"We dedicate ourselves to you with humble sacrifices, worship you with devout faith, and promise you with our oath of allegiance."

"It is named after the ancient contract signed between us and all spirits."

"I pray that you will come to this world."

"The immortal existence from the land of fire..."

The mantra sounded over and over again. In the middle of the altar, the fire was condensing. The altar was ignited with raging flames, swirling and converging into a huge flame vortex, as if leading to a strange world made of flames, a door that spanned time, space and planes. 's door.

boom! A huge head emerged from the vortex.

Seeing the name of the fire element lord, Ner'zhul breathed a sigh of relief.

It's an old acquaintance. If we can summon it, we should be able to turn defeat into victory.

"Continue to increase your magic power." He shouted to the shamans.

However, things are not that easy. They also summoned the Fire Lord during the last battle at the Black Gate, but that time they summoned just a projection.

This time, it was a clone that was summoned. It was more than twice as strong, and naturally more than twice as difficult.

Roar!

However, an unexpected dragon roar came from the sky. As soon as Ner'zhul turned around, he saw a giant dragon swooping towards the Flame Altar.

But it was Murphy who crossed the war zone single-handedly and killed them.

In his opinion, it's not that simple. To destroy the enemy's plan, just destroy the altar.

I have to say that after becoming the Storm Dragon King, Murphy's path has been so smooth that he is a bit drifting now, especially after defeating Ten Thousand Orcs yesterday, which gave him a feeling of "I am invincible".

It may be difficult for him to fight against the tribe head-on, but to defeat a group of orc shaman alone is not fun.

It just so happens that such a group of shamans are dancing together and the gods can't care about themselves. If you don't care at this time, why are you waiting?

Edandron (Storm Dragon King): "Insignificant mortals and stupid shamans, you are trying to summon a power that does not belong to this world. Let me end you!"

Ner'zhul snorted coldly, "You continue with the ritual, and I will deal with it."

After saying that, he directly faced the flying Storm Dragon King and walked over.

With every step he took, four different elemental powers - fire, water, earth, and wind - emerged around him one after another.

His eyes glowed like fire, and his aura was so strong that it instantly attracted Murphy's attention.

Murphy didn't take it seriously at first, because the clothes of these orc shamans were not much different. They were all wearing a fancy fur and feather style. The one in front of him was not much different except for some sound and light special effects on his body.

But when he glanced at the orc's head, Murphy's heart suddenly suddenly jumped.

Ner'zhul (Chief of Shadowmoon), second-level legendary hero, level 98, health 14,500.

My day! Ner'zhul! Legendary hero!

Legendary heroes. From playing this game to now, Murphy has met countless legendary heroes in one slap, including Medivh, Aegwynn, and Wang Xuan, the one who cheated.

Ner'zhul was the fourth legend he encountered.

Ner'zhul is Gul'dan's master. His reputation is not very famous in the history of Warcraft, but his other identity directly leads the development of Warcraft history - the first generation Lich King Ner'zhul!

It was he who conquered Kel'Thuzad, controlled Arthas, destroyed all of Lordaeron, and led to everything that happened next...

However, in this time and space, Ner'zhul did not become the Lich King, and his strength should not be that exaggerated.

Don’t be afraid, I, the mighty Storm Dragon King, are also cheating, I...

Hands of the Earth!

Ner'zhul suddenly raised his right hand high, as if to grab something.

Boom! Countless earth and rocks suddenly burst out of the ground. These earth element materials quickly gathered into a giant hand tens of meters long and spewed out from the ground. The height of the giant hand soared - bang! He actually caught Murphy, who was flying close to the top of the mountain.

Murphy was taken aback, holy shit, that's pretty awesome!

He struggled hard, but the giant hand was so powerful that he was in a stalemate with the mighty Storm Dragon King Mo Fei. Whenever Mo Fei destroyed part of the giant hand with his dragon claw, more earth element material would immediately repair it.

You can't get entangled with this giant hand, it's better to attack the caster!

Thunder Breath! A mouthful of thunder spat out.

Unexpectedly, Ner'zhul raised his hands to the left and right, his fingers slightly spread out - the Grasp of the Storm!

The lightning actually fell directly into Ner'zhul's palm, struggling and jumping, but unable to break free.

Ner'zhul looked at the lightning in his hand, "It's a powerful force, but unfortunately, it's useless to me! I'll give it back to you."

As soon as he raised his hand, the lightning was reflected back.

boom! The lightning returned to Murphy's body, causing little damage but extremely insulting. At the same time, the hand of the earth squeezed the dragon's limbs and wings crazily.

(The legend is indeed a legend. Damn you are so careless.) Murphy thought, fortunately, he had many tricks to save his life.

Time flows turbulently in Noreldom!

The next second, the giant dragon turned into a phantom. The giant hand waved in vain on the dragon's body, but could only catch the air, as if the giant dragon had turned into a virtual image.

At this moment, Mo Fei was observing the world as if through a layer of mist. This was the first time he used this skill in the game. It was different from directly switching to different planes in reality. In the game, he was more like being Sent to the gap between the two planes, it belongs neither to this world nor to other worlds.

But he could feel that this power could only last for a short time.

Without hesitation, Mo Fei flew directly into the air. It would be better to put some distance between him and such a legendary figure.

I don’t believe that the giant hand you summoned can grow hundreds of meters.

In the blink of an eye, Murphy flew to a height of two to three hundred meters, and at the same time, the effect of time turbulence disappeared.

The Storm Dragon King, who was originally only a dozen meters above the ground, instantly appeared in mid-air two to three hundred meters away, as if a teleport plug-in was turned on.

The moment he regained his physical form, Murphy immediately stretched out his dragon claws.

Dragon Thunder Shaping—Dragon Thunder Spear!

A thunder gun was fired at Ner'zhul below.

Ner'zhul seemed to have expected this. He raised his right hand, and the giant hand turned into a shield, blocking Ner'zhul's body.

Continue casting with the other hand.

Ragnaros's flaming meteor!

Murphy suddenly felt a little hot behind him, and hurriedly dived sideways, and a meteor flame the size of a locomotive flew past him by a hair's breadth.

Just when one man and one dragon were entangled in a battle of wits——

boom! From the flame altar, a flame body tens of meters high spurted out, as spectacular as a volcano erupting.

A huge fire elemental lord appeared in front of everyone.

Laglios (Lord of Fire Demon): "Who summoned me, who awakened me, face the power from the land of fire, face the wrath of Lord Laglios of Fire Demon."

As the sound echoed, a huge body made of flames and rising lava appeared in the flame altar. It slowly rose up, and a Fire Demon Lord who was more than eighty meters tall appeared in front of everyone. He was suppressed as soon as he appeared. Lived everyone.

The lower half of his body is like a spiraling whirlpool of flames, and the whole body is wrapped in flames. The upper body is made of semi-solidified lava. One hand holds a huge Balrog Hammer, and the other hand is burning with rising flames. , a pair of eyes overlooking everyone with a look of disdain.