Stormwind God

This time, his hands spread forward at the same time, and the surging power of darkness gathered at his fingertips. One second later, if a strong ** division lost a large fireball, the power of darkness exploded in front of the orcs like black flames, and the orcs who just rushed over with a tomahawk and rushed out easily.

They lay on the ground, howling in pain.

"Stop! The orc's blood has flowed enough!" The voice of an old orc came through the air, ringing in the ears of all the orcs and death knights. The majestic voice itself has a mysterious power to obey it unconsciously.

Tyrone lowered his arms, and the Death Knights backed up neatly, fighting in a row behind Tyrone.

Each pair of scarlet ghostly eyes stared at the leader of the Shadowmoon clan that appeared in front of them.

"Ner'zhul, you're finally here," Tyrone * Golem standing in a pool of blood said in a lazy tone.

The next moment, he felt the anger of the old orc warlock.

"There are too many settlements of the Shadowmoon clan, and it's too much trouble to find them one by one. I have to do this to get your attention." He turned to Ner'zhul, and was surprised to find that Ner'zhul's face was painted. A layer of white powder, all of which is white, the whole face looks like a skull,

He looked at Ner'zhul, Ner'zhul also looked at him, and when they met, Ner'zhul's eyes widened in surprise.

"I ... dreamed of you ..." he groaned. "In the dream, I foreseen death. And now, you are here ..."

Ner'zhul's skinny, slender fingertips touched the skull on his face, and a few white patches peeled off. The sound seemed to have a sense of helplessness that had to bow to fate: "I have had the same dream for two years. Eventually You are still here, come and take my soul! "

"Soul? I'm not interested in your soul, and of course I'm not here to redeem your Holy One. You're right. I did come for you, but not as you imagined. I came I beg you to stand up and lead the entire tribe. "

Ner'zhul looked confused.

"I? Why me? In order for the tribe to go further to the abyss of destruction? Isn't the crime I committed enough?" Ner'zhul's eyes were filled with anxiety and fear: "I'm not a good tribal leader! Once, I believed in a false illusion that plunged the people of the entire tribe into the flames of war and made our world almost ruined. I am not worthy to be the highest leader of the tribe. Please find another person. "

Tyrone frowned slightly. He did not expect that the ambitious Gul'dan's spiritual teacher was so weak. If it was another guy, he would just kill it.

He tried again to convince Ner'zhul: "The tribe needs you ..."

"The tribe is destroyed." Ner'zhul interrupted him: "Half of the orcs are trapped in that wicked world, and most of them have left us forever! You want me to cross the void in my own power , To be the leader of a group of dead people? Even if I can go, what can I do? "

The **** of light in Ner'zhul's eyes seems to be back two years ago, back to the horror scene depicted from the defeated beast population, 200,000 orcs died of artillery fire during the First World War, that is not an orc power .

Ner'zhul's body shook like a sieve: "The alliance is too powerful. They have artillery and they have dragons. Our tribe can never win this war. The fate of the orcs is already doomed, or it will be in that world. The annihilation of the Alliance will either wait for death in this declining world. Right! Now we can only choose how we die. "

Tyrone was almost crazy with Ner'zhul, and he never expected that the chieftain, who was once so respected, would become so afraid of death now. It is said that Ner'zhul's “weakness” has already promoted this product. This guy is a complete counselor. Even more unfortunately, Nerzhon is still an absolutely necessary part of his plan.

Tyrone couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Ner'zhul's arms and shook with anger: "Two years! Since the Dark Door collapsed, Nima's head shrank like a turtle and hid Years! In this world, apart from killing each other and competing for the smaller and smaller hunting ground, the clans have never done anything else. Are you really willing to wait for them to die like despair? "

"So what !?" Ner'zhul barked back in despair.

Ner'zhul finally got a little bit angry, but Tyron was in a happy mood, and he found a breakthrough.

That's right, the current Ner'zhul is definitely a clan who has abandoned himself, lost his sense of honor, and has nothing to play with. But Tyrone found that he was afraid of death!

Weaknesses can be exploited! Is not it?

Tyrone's calmness infected Ner'zhul.

"Although the Dark Gate was destroyed, I have the absolute certainty to rebuild the Dark Gate. I will widen the fissure of space left in Azeroth until the entire tribe can pass through it. Then I used to go from Gul'dan I have heard of some artifacts in the mouth, if we can get some of them ... we don't need to defeat the league, because our purpose is not to conquer the entire Azeroth! "

Ner'zhul stopped struggling, with a capitalized aggressive face on his face: "If we don't conquer Azeroth, then why should we fix it?"

"As long as we get those artifacts, then we will change the spatial coordinates of the Dark Portal, use it away from Azeroth and Draenor, and live in other worlds. Well, other better worlds." Tyrone The voice became seductive, like an uncle kidnapping a child with a lollipop.

Ner'zhul listened intently, finally showing something called hope on his pale face.

Correct! Ner'zhul was a guy who was afraid of death, and he knew very well that waiting to die when he entered his hut again and continued to live in seclusion. Rather than choose to accept a new destiny.

Ner'zhul finally asked, "You already have a holistic plan? I mean a plan that is thorough and foolproof."

"Of course!" Tyrone Gorefiend worked hard to make himself look confident. Although this is a bit of a ghost for a dead person who has lost his blood, he still strives to let the fire of the soul in his eyes burn a little.

This time, Tyrone didn't press Ner'zhul anymore, but waited patiently for him.

"... tell me all your plans." Ner'zhul turned and walked into his hut.

But this time, Tyrone Gore went in with him, and other death knights replaced Ner'zhul's orcs and guarded the door. (To be continued.)