Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 134 4. Breaking the shackles [5100]

It has been three days since Grom brought the chiefs to Shadowmoon Valley.

Because of Gul'dan's move to break the elements, this originally beautiful place has become a hell polluted to the extreme by evil energy. No orcs are willing to come here. Therefore, in the past few years, there has been a lot of news about Shadowmoon Valley. few.

Although the three chiefs drank the blood of demons and turned into manic and crazy warriors, they witnessed the doomsday scene caused by fel magic infecting their own world, and saw the trajectory of the earth being polluted by green fel energy. Seeing the green poisonous water flowing on the ground, all the accompanying soldiers fell silent.

At this time, seven years have passed since the orcs drank the blood of demons, and the restlessness flowing in their hearts has become weak under the touch of time. In fact, at the end of the Azeroth war, the tiredness of the orcs Plague is caused by the gradual failure of the devil's blood in the body.

However, in the world of Draenor, due to the abundance of evil energy, the orc warriors here have not yet felt the influence of the magic blood disease.

Ah, you are finally here.

A group of people followed the deserted road to the most central hillside of Shadowmoon Valley. They easily found signs of the activities of the Shadowmoon clan. These orc shamans faded out of the orc society after the rise of warlock magic. In addition, the orc warriors even felt a little moved when they saw the orthodox orc shamans wearing traditional robes and decorated with animal bones and gems.

What is good and what is bad? After 7 years of torture, everyone has an answer in their hearts. In the heart of an orc chief like Grom who has a big picture, he has already guessed the truth of the matter. ..They are just victims, whether it is orc warriors, or the world of orcs.

All are victims and sacrifices of the machinations of higher powers...

Ner'zhul, long time no see.

Grom, carrying the blood roar on his back, stepped forward. In front of him, those Shadowmoon orcs wearing traditional shaman robes respectfully stepped aside, revealing Ner'zhul standing on the hillside.

The old orc was wearing a black robe, his gray hair was neatly arranged, and he was holding his former magic staff in his hand - the staff of a thousand souls that could control the soul. The top of Ao Zu's head made him look a kind of deep mystery.

Ner'zhul turned around, his cheeks were as thin as a skeleton, but his eyes were full of flames, the strong will of self-sacrifice and dedication was like a burning fire, supporting Ner'zhul's weakness Against the backdrop of the tall Grom in front of him, the thin Ner'zhul looked 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. Dark green evil energy danced in the eye sockets of the skull, making it look extraordinarily weird.

The sinner's skull is in my hands, and the traitor's soul has been completely dissipated. It's time for us to atone, Gromash!

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

Atonement to whom?

Grom asked subconsciously, and Ner'zhul showed a terrifying smile on his skeleton-like cheek:

To the elements we have abandoned! To the world! To Draenor!

Grom didn't answer, but Kargath Bladefist standing behind him couldn't take it anymore. He took a step forward, waved the blade in his hand, and shouted loudly:

Enough! We came all the way here not to listen to your babbling nonsense! Tell us, how are you going to save the world?

boom

Kargath's sharp fist blade was less than 2 meters away from Ner'zhul. This was taken for granted as a threat. There was no need for Ner'zhul to speak. The tall figure standing behind him took a step forward. In the middle, the black battle ax slammed out and smashed with Kargath's fist blade. The dark red death force wrapped around the battle ax knocked the impatient orc chief back several steps.

This scene made the orc warriors clamor. They drew their weapons one after another, intending to step forward to help Kargath, but they were stopped by Grom's outstretched hand.

Hellscream looked at the figure in the black hood in front of him. Judging from his size, this should be an orc, but he had never seen that cold aura before, and even made him feel a little threatened.

Okay! Kargath, you are still as irritable as ever.

Ner'zhul didn't come here to fight with these chiefs. He waved his finger, and Glokush, who was guarding him, snorted, turned his battle ax behind his back, and returned to the place where he stood before.

The evil warlock Gul'dan cut us off from the elements with cursed magic, and 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 closely behind him. The Shadowmoon orcs who survived a massacre had already knelt before Ner'zhul. In front of the ancestors, those who dared to resist were beheaded by the knights of the Dark Blade Knights.

For his own atonement, the paranoid Ner'zhul no longer cared about the life and death of his clansmen. To be honest, this soul began to go crazy.

He hooked his fingers and signaled the chiefs to follow him. Kargath glanced at his back with disdain and spat at the ground, but he followed Grom's lead.

Right here! Hand of Gul'dan! Right here...

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

Here, we have witnessed the failure of the elements of Draenor. We, addicted to power, abandoned the elements, so it abandoned us, and abandoned the world... But I know that the elements are generous and great, as long as we A heartfelt confession to embrace the element again...it will embrace us again with open arms.

But before that, we need to right the wrongs Gul'dan left behind! That's why I've invited you here.

The staff in Ner'zhul's hand touched the ground, he looked back at the chiefs behind him, and said in a deep voice:

Every one of us has the blood of Draenor on our hands. We are all murderers. Only through a true confession can we reawaken the spirit of the elements in this world, and under the protection of the spirit of the elements, this Fel will no longer pollute the only remaining gathering places...we will leave hope for our descendants!

Ner'zhul's eyes fell on Grom, and he emphasized his voice:

Grommash, think of your son... would you like to let him live in a world without hope?

Garrosh...

Grom murmured his son's name in a low voice, and after a while, he looked up at Ner'zhul with distrust shining in his eyes:

It was you who broke the tradition of the orcs and formed the tribe. Although Gul'dan led 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 will Dead world... I, we are willing to help you! But if you dare to deceive us...

cheat?

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

You will soon see my sincerity, but the elementals are no longer responding to the shaman's pleas, we have been stripped of our power, and if we continue to fight... we need you! 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 and began to recite the evil incantation on it. When he uttered the first sentence of the incantation, the entire ground of Shadowmoon Valley began to shake. The scorching hot magma full of evil energy surging out from the center of the earth rolled and roared. This scene made the orc warriors couldn't help raising their heads and looking around.

Ner'zhul's second incantation sounded, and the green poisonous water began to roll, and a huge illusion appeared on the rolling earth in front of him. Around the altar of Gul'dan's Hand, those extinguished volcanoes erupted again , the scorched magma fell on the ground, and then set off a howling storm, and the wind full of sulfur taste blew across the land, like a howling full of hatred.

In the scorching wind, Grom stretched out his hand to block his eyes, seeing the reality of the changing color of the world in front of him, feeling the trembling and roaring ground under his feet, the orc chieftain immediately realized that no matter what Ner'zhul wanted to do, he might really do it. Mastering those cursed powers also gave Grom a faint hope.

If it's really possible...

swish

The orc chief drew out the battle ax Goreroar behind his backhand, and under his order, the orcs of the Warsong clan immediately formed an attack formation.

boom

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

At this moment, the dark green evil fire storm entangled scorching magma and poisonous water, connecting the heaven and the earth, and several unlucky shamans were involved in it. In their wailing, their bodies were instantly burned to ashes.

And at the moment when the evil fire storm dissipated, in front of everyone, a flame giant with a height of about 10 meters and whose whole body was made of scorching dark green rocks stood in the center of Shadowmoon Valley, like a legendary demon god. Similarly, every step it takes will make the ground shake more violently, and every time it roars, it will set off a scorching fel energy storm.

The flame giant roared to the sky:

This world is about to end!

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

Roar!

Amidst the roar of the dark green evil fire giant, he lifted up a huge boulder like a meteor, and smashed it towards the orcs in Gul'dan's hand. The boulder was entwined with thick green flames, and there was a scorching The storm, but before it fell to the ground, a tall figure soared into the sky, and the battle ax in his hand smashed fiercely on the boulder.

boom

Fragments entwined with flames flew across, and in a scorching stench, Grom's body landed beside Ner'zhul. He widened his eyes and pointed at the roaring crazy giant:

what is that?

That is the gathering of Draenor's elemental power, and it represents Xenluken, the king of flames who fought against the elements in the end.

Ner'zhul was also scratched in the previous evil fire storm, and he looked extremely embarrassed, but his eyes were full of pain and regret at this time, he looked at the crazy flame giant, and said in a deep voice:

Our elemental spirits gathered together to fight against the evil energy brought by Gul'dan, and formed the Lord of Fire, Sinluken, to fight against Gul'dan's evil energy, but they underestimated the evil power bestowed by the devil. The power of Senluken, the body of Senluken was shattered by the fel magic guided by Gul'dan, and what remains here is the echo of Senluken's unwillingness...

But you saw it too, Grommash!

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

The echo of Senluken has been infected by evil energy. It has fallen, and the pure elements are sealed in its body. Only by crushing it can the pure elements be freed...Only in this way can we regain Only by establishing a connection can we possibly save our world... Let the orcs return to the glorious age of the elements!

Go! Crush it!

Ner'zhul said in a pleading voice:

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

Think of your son, Grommash! This is our last chance!

Chief Warsong gritted his teeth. He raised his head and looked at the crazy flame giant. He knew very well that to defeat such a monster, the soldiers he brought would probably be wiped out, but...

Warsong Clan!

Grom stood up in the scorching flame storm. The orcs behind him couldn't even see his body. They could only see a tall figure in the scorching flames. They saw Grom raised Gore Howl, They heard Grom's frantic roar.

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

LOK-Tar!!!!