Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 140 10. The cruel truth [11100]

The land area of ​​the world of Draenor is very small. There is only one continent in this world, surrounded by endless sea water, and the total area of ​​this continent is about the same as the eastern continent of Azeroth. Generally speaking, this world In fact, there is no basis for the emergence of super civilization.

The Nagrand Grassland, the pearl of Draenor, is located in the northwest corner of the Draenor world. Where there is the slightest taint, there live those pure orcs who do not want to drink the blood of demons. They call themselves Mag'har, which means uncorrupted.

Nagrand used to be one of the large gathering places of orc civilization. Two hundred years ago, a meteor fell from the sky and hit the Nagrand grassland, forming a brilliant crystal mountain. The shamans soon discovered that, Around this crystal mountain, the souls of the ancestors are very active, and they can move independently without even being awakened by spells, as if they are still alive.

This phenomenon was soon regarded as a miracle by superstitious orcs, and this place became a holy place for orcs.

Ner'zhul heard the legend of Oshu'gun from his shaman teacher when he was a child, and he came to this mountain of souls more than once to pray and listen to the ancient wisdom of his ancestors. Once, he was proud of this behavior , but after seeing the darkness inside Oshu'gun with his own eyes, he once again doubted his beliefs.

Great chief, what... what's going on here?

Grom angrily pointed at the dark monster floating in the sky, and questioned Ner'zhul. Even if he was just a warrior, he could see clearly the situation in front of him. The monster was slowly devouring the soul of the orc ancestor, Oshu'gun It's not holy at all...it's hell in here!

I have no idea...

Ner'zhul's body shook, and he sat slumped on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the orc souls floating around the monster unconsciously. An unspeakable anger filled the great shaman's heart.

He gritted his teeth, propped up his body with his staff, stood inside Oshu'gun, and began to call out the souls of the ancestors of the orcs. No one knew what happened here better than them. He had to know the truth from the mouths of the ancestors.

As Ner'zhul's spell gradually subsided, a shimmering orc soul broke through the space and appeared in front of Ner'zhul and Grom. Judging from his attire, this should be an orc shaman.

You are here at last, my children.

The soul of the orc shaman looked at Ner'zhul and Grom in front of him with kind and gentle eyes, and his voice was ethereal and invisible, like a whisper in the wind.

Ancestor, I have many doubts!

Ner'zhul said in a deep voice: What's going on? Oshu'gun, our holy land, why is there such a horrible scene of hell! Those souls, and that monster!

It's called K'ure, my child. It was once a noble naaru, born from the light. Don't call it a monster.

The ancestor's spirit interrupted Ner'zhul's questioning, and he glanced back at the dark naaru floating in the air, with undisguised sadness in his eyes.

K'ure is the guardian of the draenei. When the spaceship of the draenei crashed into our world, it was infected by the void, but even so, it was unwilling to harm us and this world. It Infusing the remaining light power into the wreckage of the Genidahr ship, which you call the mountain of souls of Oshu'gun...in this way it awakened us, gave us will and strength, and we Finally decided to protect it.

But it is devouring the souls of the ancestors!

Grom shouted: It is evil, there is no doubt about it, how can the souls of the ancestors be used as food!

Listen to me, Hellscream's child.

Faced with Grom's questioning, the ancestor's soul was very calm. He reached out and patted Grom's shoulder from the air, motioning him to be quiet.

This is our voluntary... Keurei used his last strength to protect us, let us resuscitate in another form, to guide the younger generation, that is, your future, as a reward, every once in a while, you will Voluntary sacrificed souls have entered K'ure's body to help it contain the corruption of the Void...

The ancestor paused, turned to look at Ner'zhul:

You are the shaman of the Shadowmoon Clan, so you should know about the existence of the dark star Kara...

Ner'zhul nodded:

I know that Kara, the dark star suspended above Shadowmoon Valley forever, represents disaster and unknown. It was once a taboo of the Shadowmoon clan. The Temple of Karabor introduced the Dark Star into our world, Karabor was destroyed, Shadowmoon Valley fell into eternal darkness, and Karabor... was completely wiped out.

The so-called dark star is the end of the light body swallowed by the void after the death of Naaru. If it is not restrained, Keuree will become the second Kara, and once its void energy explodes, the entire Naaru Grant would...

The ancestor's soul shook his head, looked at the two orc chiefs in front of him, and said softly:

It is a balance, my children, Keuree is not evil, it is long dead, the remains of the void fill the soul, and we draw strength from the remains of Keuree, thinking about the future, in order to Guiding the direction for future generations and living with each other, in fact, the origin of the divination magic of the Shadowmoon clan is Keuree, and it is almost closely related to the development of our civilization.

This remark made Grom and Ner'zhul quiet at the same time. The ancestors would not deceive them, but this does not mean that the two can accept the existence of Keurei. Anyone who sees their ancestors being swallowed by monsters will Angry, even if this is the voluntary sacrifice of the ancestors!

After more than ten seconds, Ner'zhul raised his head, looked at the ancestor, and asked another question:

Kuure's question aside, ancestor, I ask you to answer my other doubt...

Ner'zhul looked at the orc ancestor in front of him, and asked in a deep voice:

Are the Draenei connected with the demons! Someone told me that the Draenei attracted the demons, and we orcs are just victims of the hatred between them and the demons!

This question made Grom's eyes widen. He drank the blood of demons. At that time, Gul'dan told them that demons are benefactors, givers of their strength, and came to let them save the world. Of course, Grom didn't believe such words, but he was blinded by the power at the time, so he didn't think about it that much. It wasn't until today, 10 years later, that Grom calmed down, that he began to think about this issue.

In Draenor's downfall, what kind of role did the devil play? He had a hunch that this question would be completely solved today.

Facing Ner'zhul's question, the orc ancestor was silent for a moment before speaking:

Your statement is actually barely correct...Because of the frequent contact with Keurei, a small part of us has also peeked into the relationship between the Draenei and the Burning Legion, but we are trapped in the Wo In Shu Gu, it is impossible to convey this news to you, and the ancestor souls outside don’t understand this...not to mention that after Gul’dan blocked the world’s elements, we couldn’t contact you at all.”

The demons are indeed chasing the draenei. We don't know their specific grievances, but what is certain is that the draenei are pathetic fugitives. They go into exile among the stars, trying to avoid the devil's pursuit. They The fall on Draenor was an accident, the crash completely destroyed their spaceship, and they could no longer travel among the stars...

The ancestor's expression darkened a bit, he looked at Ner'zhul and Grom, and said softly:

The spies of the demons found traces of the draenei in Draenor. They should have rushed into this world brutally, killing the draenei and the orcs together, and destroying the world, but they did not do so. On the contrary , They stretched out their evil black hands to you... This is a scam, children, we can see clearly what the orc traitor Gul'dan did.

And you! Ner'zhul!

The voice of the orc ancestor became serious:

The great demon disguised himself as Rurkan and blinded you, and you became a knife in their hands. You gathered all the clans and led the tribe to war, even though it was not your will. But you also need to pay for it!

I know, I am heinous, the crime I committed cannot be repaid, I know!

Ner'zhul held the staff with both hands, a trace of sadness flashed across his old face, he looked at the ancestor, and asked as if begging:

Ancestor, we have unlocked the elemental blockade of Draenor, we want to save this world, please, please tell us, what should we do?

As long as the Draenei are still in Draenor, the eyes of the demons will not leave here. They swear in the dark starry sky that they will catch Velen and his followers. This kind of hatred cannot be resolved by time.

The orc ancestor shook his head:

If you ask me what to do, I can only tell you, Ner'zhul, and Grommash, take the remaining orcs and leave. There is no hope for this world. Demons, no world can stop them, they are a pack of destroyers, a pack of lashers, screechers, destroyers, they are the nightmare of all things... I have seen those suns that were completely extinguished in my dreams, it was the Burning Legion malice.

ah!

Grom roared, grabbed his battle ax and was about to rush out of the holy mountain, but was stopped by Ner'zhul:

Grommash, what are you going to do?

Kill those draenei scum! As long as we kill them all, the demons will stop paying attention to us!

Grom roared, but was dragged back to him by Ner'zhul's gale chains. The warchief looked at the angry warsong chieftain, and he shouted:

Enough! Don't be overwhelmed by hatred, it's too late! The demons have seen the war potential of the orcs, and they won't just give up. Killing all the draenei won't help, we must save ourselves now!

Yes! Ner'zhul was right! The draenei may have caused disaster, but after the disaster, they are of no consequence.

The orc ancestor nodded, he turned to look at Ner'zhul, and said softly:

True courage will be born in a desperate situation, but you have to be careful about your partner, the new master of the Black Temple, Ner'zhul! There is no trace of fate on him, and we can't see his future, which also means The future he participates in will become chaotic, he may become the key to save the orcs, or he may completely bury you, you must be careful!

The ancestor's soul became dimmed, and he chuckled lightly:

It's time for me to meet my destiny, children, may you rekindle the flames of orc civilization...Ner'zhul, Rulkan has something to say to you...

The ancestor's soul was suspended in the sky, slowly drifting towards the dark Naruk Ure in the sky, and at the moment he dissipated, the soul of a female orc appeared in front of Ner'zhul. Her appearance made Ner'zhul The grandparents burst into tears.

My wife, my love...10 years and I finally... finally see you again.

He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the soul, but found nothing. Pain and sadness flashed in the eyes of the female orc soul. She stretched out her hand, stroked Ner'zhul's old cheek, and said softly:

Forgive me, Ner'zhul, when you were blinded by the great demon 10 years ago, I should have stood by your side to support you, but instead I scolded you, insulted you, and then abandoned you, I am sorry, I shouldn't have For doing that, I have seen all the years of torment you have suffered...I am sorry, Ner'zhul, my love, for hurting you.

It's all my fault, Rulkan, it's not your fault.

Ner'zhul half knelt on the ground, his old cheeks were full of tears, he said with a trace of satisfaction:

I am satisfied to have you by my side at the end of my life...I will try my best to make up for the mistakes I made to the orcs. Maybe I will die, but I only want to be qualified to stand by you and the orcs after I die. Beside our ancestors... I will do my best to save our world and civilization! I swear!

The old shaman clenched his fists and shouted hoarsely:

I swear!

Ten minutes later, Grom walked out of Oshu'gun with the help of the weak Ner'zhul. The two orcs felt very heavy. The truth hidden under the nightmare was crueler than the nightmare itself. Even the real warrior Grom, All felt hopeless.

Call the clans! Grommash, prepare for war, we don't have much time.

War? To whom?

Grom asked in a deep voice, he is not afraid of war, and after knowing the truth, war is inevitable. Facing this question, Ner'zhul propped up his body with his staff, and in his weak eyes, a ball The flames were burning, and he said in a harsh voice:

I'm going to Shadowmoon Valley, after I come back, you and I will know who the enemy is...

No matter who the enemy is... For the survival of the orcs, we must crush them!