Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 135 5. Sacrifice. Newborn 【6100】

What a valiant race, it looks like they've found their souls after the madness of the demon blood faded... what a piece of material.

On the hillside not far from Gul'dan's Hand, Tyrion stood on the top of the hillside like a black statue, with a black cloak covering his body, gloomy and solemn, looking like a praying believer.

Beside him, Nasa, the heavily armed blood watcher, was also watching the battle between the orcs and the fire king Xenluken.

Xenluken is a powerful element formed by Draenor's elemental spirits gathered together to resist the infection of evil energy. In its heyday, Xenluken could even fight against the warlocks of the entire Draenor world by itself. Even Gul'dan feared the power of the elemental lord.

But what was summoned at this time was just an echo after all. The real Lord of Fire was crushed by the gathered power of the orc warlocks 10 years ago.

Therefore, in the face of the siege of Warsong, Thunder King and the elite warriors of the Shattered Hand clan, the seemingly majestic Senluken is actually being weakened every minute and every second. The orc warriors use chains and javelins to limit the fire giant Action, under the leadership of the chiefs, they waved their weapons one after another and rushed to attack the body of the Fire Lord.

Along with the shattering of those dark green stones, Senluken's tall body also became weak.

The orcs will win, that's obvious.

Nasa's husky voice sounded:

If you plan to use this flame giant to destroy the last orc chieftain, then you have miscalculated. This element is too weak, and it is no match for these berserk orcs at all.

I never thought I could take down Grom Hellscream with a weak elemental lord...I'm not that stupid yet.

Tyrion whispered:

Draenor's existence is too short, and the elemental spirits it breeds are too weak. Even when these elements are in full bloom, their power gathered together is no match for any elemental lord in Azeroth. ..”

As Ner'zhul said, I just want to give these desperate orcs a little hope, like people who have fallen into the water, they will hold on to any hope when they see it, and use everything to defend the last hope. Blood can only stimulate their bodies, but I... I will use hope to stimulate their souls, making them unleash unparalleled fighting power...

The death knight let out a hoarse laugh:

Inspired by the lofty hope that these orcs will once again break the order of Azeroth, they will grow stronger, crazier, and become the sharpest knives in our hands... Oh, I hope Mr. Medivh will Love this gift from me and hope the world of Azeroth is ready for a new batch of...invaders!

This kind of speech made the Blood Watcher's body shake, and she quietly moved away from Tyrion, until the moment before she was about to disappear into the darkness, the death knight suddenly said:

How is the investigation of the Dark Temple going?

It's a strange place, and the orcs have a reason to abandon it.

Nasa replied:

There is a kind of power that we have never seen shrouded in and out of the temple. Although it will not harm the body, it will affect the stability of the soul. Luminas and Rogelio have already taken people to clean it up, but to I said, if you're going to pick a stronghold, it probably won't be right there!

The souls killed in rage and despair, the well-preserved corpses, and the dark power flooding the temple are simply the most perfect fortress for the death knight!

Tyrion waved his hand:

I don't see any problem! Go ahead and tell Rogge and Lumi to set up the psychic circle as quickly as possible. When I go back, I will start recruiting enough knights. At least in the next five years, That will be our base camp!

Nasa nodded, and before leaving, she reported again:

Selente and the blood mage have gone to Talador to investigate according to your order, and news will be sent back soon.

I see.

Tyrion nodded. After Nasa disappeared, the death knight raised his hand, a mass of dark red energy entrenched in the palm of his hand. He stared at the power of death, with a gleam of disgust in his ice blue eyes .

Shattrath...naaru...draenei...Velen, my career is just getting started, don't let me get in the way...you bastards!

A moment later, Tyrion looked up. Outside the altar of Gul'dan's Hand, the battle between the orcs and the Fire Lord Xenluken was at its final stage.

boom

The roasted and scorching ax blade severed the arm of the dark green flame giant, and Grom's body jumped in the air. The moment he landed, the roaring flame giant raised his foot and moved towards the orc. The chief slammed down hard.

Orc! Die!

Grom raised his head, and the storm brought by the dark green flames from the top of his head made his black hair flutter, but the orcs of the Warsong clan would never be afraid of their opponents. Seeing the boulder fall, the orc chief raised his hands Holding the tomahawk, the red light in his eyes became violent.

His arms swelled in a circle at this moment, and his whole body was like a little green giant. Under the blessing of violent will and strength, Grom swung his battle ax and rolled to the other side , at the moment when the boulder fell, the blood-red blade of light brushed against the flame giant's left leg, and smashed the thick rock into pieces of rubble.

Kagas! How long are you going to wait for!

Grom roared, and the next moment, Chief Shattered Hand, who was hiding in the shadows, jumped out of the shadows like a sharp black sword. His right hand grasped the wrist of his left hand, and the black fist blade smeared with poison was precisely And viciously pierced the neck of the King of Fire.

boom

Like an explosion, the dark green flame giant's head was cut off directly by Kargas's flurry of fists.

No one will miss this good opportunity. Although half of the orc warriors have been lost, under the leadership of Fenris, the Thunder King wolf cavalry who have been fighting around the King of Fire threw out their hunting spears in unison. These sharp steel spears pierced through the flimsy body of the Lord of Fire, and with the shouts of the wolf cavalry, the chains carried behind the spears were straightened.

With the joint efforts of dozens of wolf knights, the body of the tall flame giant fell backwards for the first time, hitting the scorching ground.

Orc! Hoho! Die! Hoho!

The elemental lord who had lost his head still wanted to resist. At this moment, Grom's body soared into the sky. With the help of the falling force, the battle ax in his hand slammed into the chest of the flaming elemental, smashing the strongest boulder. When it was smashed, the blood-like magma spurted out from the wound, causing Grom, who was caught off guard, to be severely burned.

But this blow also completely ended Senluken's cursed body. Grom endured the pain, swung his battle ax and wanted to attack. The next moment, blue, red, gray and white rays of light came from The storm, flames, flowing water, and earth burst out from Senluken's torn body. The aura that was incompatible with Shadowmoon Valley immediately quieted the entire battlefield.

After more than ten years, the old shamans of the Shadowmoon clan felt the pure elemental power again, which made them cry bitterly, and made them sincerely kneel on the ground to welcome the freed elemental spirits.

Even those soldiers who had just recovered from the fierce battle, when they smelled the strange pure air, stood there in a daze, looking at the four shadows floating in the sky in front of them.

The blue, shapeless, floating phantom like flowing water is Draenor's spirit of flowing water, Ebrius.

Red, burning like a flame, and carrying a crown of flames on the forehead of the indistinct figure, it is the spirit of flames in Draenor, Ysenlatus.

White, the whole body is coiled like a storm, and every word is like a whisper in the wind, that is Calradios, the air spirit of Draenor.

Finally, the giant stands on the ground with both feet. The whole body is made of black and gray rocks. It uses blue gemstones as its eyes. When it takes steps, the ground welcomes its arrival and keeps trembling. .

This is Godau, the Earth Spirit of Draenor.

But the once gentle and serious elemental spirits are no longer the same. As the strongest shaman, Ner'zhul kneels down on the ground. He can keenly feel that after the war of fel energy, these elemental spirits have also changed. It was so difficult to communicate, they looked at the orcs in front of them with a kind of scrutiny, and they were no longer as close as they used to be, even as if they were strangers.

Perhaps it was because the Orcs had broken the shackles of Xenluken the Lord of Fire and set the elementals free, and because of this, the elementals did not attack them.

Here's an opportunity!

Ner'zhul's eyes blinked, and he reached out to take the skull handed over by the old shaman Oronok Crackheart behind him. He stood up, took a few steps forward, put the white skull in his hands, and moved towards The elemental spirits shouted:

Great elements, welcome back to this world... We repent for the heinous crimes we have committed. The soul of the culprit has dissipated, but its skull will be dedicated to you as a trophy. May you forgive our stupid mistake.

Gul'dan...

The drifting voice of Calradios, the spirit of the air, rang in the ears of the orcs: His death will not change anything... Draenor is dying, and it is because of you!

You don't deserve to be saved!

Ethan Latus, the spirit of flame, said indifferently: You killed your own world!

But we're aware of it!

We pray for forgiveness, we long for the chance of redemption, we can only save our world, we are willing to give up everything, even our lives!

Ner'zhul half-kneeled on the ground. Under his signal, Grom was the first to put down his weapon and knelt in front of the elemental spirit. Those rebellious orc warriors also realized the seriousness of the problem. They They put down their weapons one after another. Probably this humble attitude caused the elements to vent their anger. After a moment of silence, Ebrius, the Spirit of Flowing Water, said:

Shadowmoon Valley...Talador...Nataan, the land infected by evil energy can no longer be restored, we cannot save this world...

no no!

Ner'zhul was keenly aware of the change in the attitude of the spirits of the elements. No one knew the connection between elements and reality better than the old shaman. He was very sure to convince the spirits of the elements. The reason was simple. If Draenor died, these The spirits of the elements can't survive, everyone is related to each other...

Now that this step has been reached, no matter who it is, there is no way to avoid the final outcome.

We don't dare wish you to save the whole world, that's not realistic!

Ner'zhul opened his arms and said sincerely and humblely:

We only hope that the great elements can protect the land that has not been completely polluted, Nagrand, Gorgrond, Frostfire Ridge and Aranca, only these places still exist, no matter the great elements or the humble us, Both find respite, both renew hope... and we, servants of the elements, we beseech the elements to give us strength again...

I swear it here!

Ner'zhul pierced his cheek with his fingers, and let the blood flow on his palm, he shouted loudly:

In the name of the Chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan, I swear here! Shamans who have regained their strength will work to save Draenor. With our souls as oaths, we will banish the infestation of fel energy, and in this way To atone for the sins we have committed... Elements of Mercy, please give us a chance to save this world! Please join us...Defend Draenor, defend our world!

Frankly speaking, this request is not too much. When the orcs were born, the elemental spirits distributed the power of the elements to the orcs, because they hoped that these flesh and blood creatures would help them maintain the world. Elements have no entity and face many disasters. Unable to lend a helping hand, so the existence of shaman is actually a concrete display of elemental power.

Many times, the soul of a shaman is called the fifth element.

And now, the freed elemental spirits can clearly feel the weakening of the world of Draenor. In this case, it is necessary to reconvene a group of shamans.

And Ner'zhul also gave these proud elementals enough face. Seeing the remaining orc chieftains all humbled kneeling on the ground, the elemental spirits were silent for a moment, and finally made a decision.

The howling wind blew away the dark clouds in Shadowmoon Valley at this moment, and cast a sliver of sunlight on the ground, and the clear raindrops also scattered on the dry land of Shadowmoon Valley in the sunlight, and the cracks on the ground bit by bit The point was made up, and in the burning flames, all the orcs felt the warmth of their souls.

Wind, fire, water, and earth, the power of the four elements enveloped Ner'zhul, filling up his thin body little by little, and behind him, the Shadowmoon shamans burst into tears, and the power of the elements returned to their bodies , which represents the end of the dark 20-year doomsday.

Cherish it... Orc, no... There will be no next time.

In the murmur of the elements, the four elements disappeared into the air. Ner'zhul raised his arms and roared in the most joyful gesture. The burns healed in an instant, Warsong Chief stood up, he looked at Ner'zhul wrapped in the power of the elements, and he whispered:

I believe in you, Ner'zhul...Thank you for saving this world...

Salvation? No! Grommash, this is just the beginning of redemption... We have a lot to do... a lot!