Azeroth’s Death Track

Some people are always favored by fate, and some people's lives are more exciting than others.

Cugall is such a person who is favored by fate, although the form of this favor is not the same as the favor that mortals understand in the traditional sense.

This cunning ogre is the absolute leader of the Twilight's Hammer cult. He once learned shadow magic from the shadow warlock Gul'dan, but Cho'gall had secretly established the Twilight's Hammer long before Gul'dan fell. It is difficult to say whether this ogre has ever been truly loyal to Gul'dan, but judging from his behavior style in the past ten years, we are more inclined that he has never been loyal to anyone.

Whether he joined the old tribe with Gul'dan at the beginning, or continued to hold the Twilight's Hammer after the defeat of the tribe, this ogre is not a guy who is willing to bow down to others... He is not a guy who easily The guy who can be controlled.

Brutal and ugly in appearance, the ogre's mind was as complex as his enigmatic past.

At this time, in the underground of the mysterious city of Ulduar, on the distorted land only one step away from the ancient god Yogg-Saron, the power of darkness surged along with the pungent smell of blood, making this The land, which was already full of distorted power, has become even more disgusting. At the end of the road, on the edge of the activated ritual circle, the cultists under Choogall are conducting a cruel sacrifice .

Those who are the craziest... most obsessed with the evil blessings of the ancient gods, their spirits are not normal, and their minds are full of lunatics who give everything for the dream of world destruction, will stand up voluntarily and really imagine for themselves The end of the world to give their all.

And their brothers, those walkers who also worship the darkness, will use sharp ritual knives to cut open their chests alive, take out their still beating hearts, and then use that heart as the last Holy sacrifice, offered in front of the petrified Krasis sculpture in front of him.

This monster, which has been waiting for a long time to be resurrected, will greedily devour the essence of those hearts in a way of absorbing... The stone statue it incarnates is shining a dark halo It became more and more vivid in the world, as if an evil god who was sealed in a certain alien plane was wading through the darkness and wanted to return to the present world.

In this frantic feast of flesh and blood, it is getting closer and closer to the present world.

They're doing a lot of work, aren't they?

Outside of this cruel and ignorant sacrifice of flesh and blood, on the boundary of the twisted and surging dark power, on the chaotic terrace at that time, the Black Bishop Benedy who has been staying with the mantid At some point, Tas appeared behind Cho'gall's huge body, and he asked in a deep voice:

These people, everything they do is meaningless, right? Even if Yogg-Saron really breaks free from the cage, really destroys the order of this world, and really rebuilds the glorious world on the earth. The dark empire, that has nothing to do with the efforts of these guys. These dregs who are not worth mentioning in the orderly civilization, delusional to occupy an important position in the dark chaotic order, and delusional to become the new world. The enablers of the arrival...

Benedictus' voice was a little hoarse, he stopped and continued:

But they are actually nothing... The dark order has nothing to do with them. They are destined to be only ashes between the collision of order and chaos. Even a death that they think is glorious cannot change their destiny.

This world has never been theirs, even if the Dark Empire comes... They are still ants who cannot have a future, my brother Cugall... Tell me, why are they so fanatical?

Facing Benedictus' dark questioning, the ogre, who had been sleepless for two whole days, replied with his own unique voice:

Always telling the truth is not hated, my brother. (It's always hated to break good illusions.)

But for your question, I have some unique... insights. (That's because of desire, mortals are cowardly and conceited, every soul hopes to become a unique existence after having consciousness, for vain Pursuit exists in everyone's heart, it is the original sin of pride, when you can't get what you want in the existing order...you will always fantasize, ah, maybe, in another environment, I can live better.)”

The ogre chuckled, the way his two heads grinned so pervasively in the darkness.

But they won't, and the dark world will not take care of them, as you said. (Even if the darkness really comes, they are still ants, this has nothing to do with hard work and will, this is fate, or in other words, the soul is born flaws... the Twilight's Hammer just gave them hope, chaotic hope, but that seed was actually planted in their restless hearts all along, and all I did was give it a little push.)

But what do they need? Is it real darkness? (No! What they need is a false light that can only illuminate the present, but not the future. It will cause them to sacrifice themselves. The illusion of meaning...but really, it means nothing.)”

Choogall looked back at Benedictus who was wearing a black robe like a patriarch preaching darkness. The ogre stretched out two thick fingers and placed them in front of the two mouths full of sharp teeth. Made a funny silence.

Of course, when we speak to them, we can't be so straightforward. (We are like shepherds, holding whips in one hand and grass in the other, spurring and encouraging them, so that they can better dedicate themselves.)

Ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha

This unfunny joke made the Ogre and Benedictus laugh at the same time. The laughter was not happy at all, like a twisted psychopath. The haze on Tas's face was less. He stepped forward and leaned against the space-distorted railing. He turned his head and looked at Cho'gall beside him. He said to the ogre:

Has anyone ever told you, my friend, that you're actually a very funny... er, funny ogre.

Yes. (Gul'dan said so... It's a pity that my good friend died just like that, by Tyrion's sword.)

The two heads of the ogre shook at the same time, as if he was lamenting the world:

When I was desperate, it was Gul'dan who took me in. (He trained me, trained me in the unsystematic and rough spell system that I had mastered before, and made me his apprentice, becoming the first member of the Shadow Council The ogre magician, frankly, I'm actually quite thankful for him.)”

Tell me.

Benedictus glanced back at the rapidly recovering Krasis sculpture, and said in a magnetic voice:

Tell me about your past. You don't seem to have talked about it with anyone else. I'm curious.

Curiosity will kill the cat, and it will kill you. (Did your magician never tell you that?)

Cugall's voice became a little darker, and his three eyes stared at Benedictus, as if trying to see through the mind of the black bishop, but standing in front of him was a dark soul not weaker than him, so After a while, the ogre shrugged against the unchanging Benedictus. The twisted bone spurs on his back gleamed dimly in the darkness, but after a moment of silence, the ogre felt a little bored. Then he snorted:

Well, it's not impossible to tell. (But it's a very boring story.)

I was born in Highmaul on the world of Draenor, the last city of the true ogre empire, ruled by the Imperator Mar'gok. (A powerful ogre wizard, and the most powerful warrior, He ruled the ogre city with brutality and murder, but that is also the tradition of the ogre empire.)”

Highmaul is a city built on the magic of runes. We ogres are a subspecies of flesh and blood degraded from Draenor's original rock life, but the manipulation of the earth and runes has always flowed In our blood. (In the ogre empire, the wizards are the ruling class, the warriors are the middle class, the meaningless commoners are the lower class, and the huge number of slaves... is the last layer, which is a strict class Civilization, but also a rotten civilization.)”

There was a look of disgust on both of Cho'gall's heads, which seemed to represent the first turning point in the dry story of his past.

A two-headed ogre like me is a natural manipulator of magic power. In the ogre legend, these are two souls sharing one body. This is the blessing of the ancestors and the earth. (This should be Good thing, but due to some... special reasons, I, the new magic star of Highmaul... was banished.)”

Choogall wanted to skip this paragraph, but seeing Benedictas' questioning gaze, the ogre snorted, and then said with a strange expression:

Okay, okay, I know I can't hide it from you. (It was actually a little magical accident, one fifth of a city and hundreds of ogre warriors died in a magical accident I caused, That was really an accident, I just wanted to sacrifice 66 slaves to see what kind of monsters the ancestral forbidden magic would summon... I succeeded, a rebellious earth elemental tore the city apart, but I Failed too, I overestimated my leader's patience with me.)

Margok ordered me to completely give up research on forbidden magic, but I refused. (I chose self-exile, which is almost exactly the same as Gul'dan's experience. You may not know, that seemingly majestic beast The Warlock of the National People’s Congress was also humiliated and expelled from his clan at the very beginning.)”

The ogre shrugged, and he said proudly:

I wandered in Gorgrond for several years. After destroying a small tribe, Gul'dan passing there took me in. He saw my talent and told me that playing with those rude forbidden magic What a waste of my talent. (As it turns out, he was right, I'm much better at shadow magic than I thought.)

No! I don't want to hear that!

Benedictus interrupted the chaotic description of the ogre, and the black bishop raised his head and looked at the ogre:

What I want to hear is... the story of you and the Void!

Don't worry, don't worry, my friend. (It's coming soon, and it's a bad habit to interrupt other people's stories.)

The ogre Cho'gall shook his finger at Benedictus, and he said slowly:

Entering the Shadow Council at first was a different kind of experience. It was full of lunatics, fanatics, and conspirators. There were a group of bastards who would do anything for power. Good people couldn't survive a day there. Fortunately, I was also a bastard. and villains. (So I'm a duck to water there, and I learn a lot from those schemers, but I get bored pretty quickly.)

They talk eloquently, they yearn for power, and they make no secret of their ambitions. (But they are also a group of cowards who dare not try boldly. The reason why I progress faster than them is because I dare to let go!)

My progress made Gul'dan very pleased. At that time, the old tribe had driven the weak Draenei to the edge of the Draenor world. Those bloodthirsty orcs began to kill each other. Gul'dan knew that he The desired time has come. (Thus, he secretly sent his most trusted subordinates to every corner of that small world to distort the elemental power for him, or collect some evil things to help him build the Dark House Door.)

He's ready to make his way into Azeroth, and I, I've been given a special mission. (Gul'dan asked me to return to Highmaul to recruit more ogres to his Shadow Council, and Let me go to the Nagrand Grasslands and monitor Oshu'gun, the strange holy mountain of the orcs.)

The eyes of Gogall's three eyes became cloudy:

I thought it was a boring task, but it turns out, I was wrong. (And this is the beginning of the story you want to hear about me and the void.)

Do you know what I found on Oshuguri, the orc's holy mountain? (Do you want to know what I saw there?)

Cugall's fingers were moving in the air, as if he was still trembling because of that adventure more than 20 years ago, he said in a strangely sincere tone full of longing:

The void... (I see the void...)

I feel that power. (That kind of wanton spreading, that kind of power that corrupts everything.)

And it's that kind of power, that pure belief, that burns my soul... (it's also it, that pushed me step by step to the present, and pushed me here.)

The ogre took a deep breath. At this moment, under the influence of a strange power that he hadn't discovered, he finally expressed his true belief buried deep in his heart in front of another person.

The ancient god? That flesh and blood abscess is nothing! (What I serve is the most original, the supreme void!)