Azeroth Hoag Biography

As soon as Gul'dan arrived in the Twisting Nether, he felt a sharp pain from his soul. Then Gul'dan discovered that a fire of evil energy was burning from the inside out from the depths of his soul. This came from the depths of his soul. The severe pain caused Gul'dan to cry out unbearably.

"You have disappointed me so much, Gul'dan!" Kil'jaeden's voice rang in Gul'dan's ears. No emotion could be heard from this demon's mouth, but it was completely shrouded in evil fire. Gul'dan, but in the pain that blurred his consciousness, he could clearly feel the hidden anger in Kil'jaeden's heart.

"Please give me another chance! I promise I won't let you down again this time!" Gul'dan desperately curled up his soul into a ball, trying to suppress the severe pain in his soul. At the same time, This is how Kil'jaeden shows his respect.

"Opportunity? Didn't I give you a chance? I gave you power and personally helped you, but look what you did? You messed everything up!" Kil'jaeden became angrier as he spoke. He raised his hand and pointed, and the evil fire deep in Gul'dan's soul exploded completely, almost burning Gul'dan's soul.

Kil'jaeden looked at Gul'dan, who was no longer able to scream, and he finished what he had just said in the middle of his sentence: "Now you actually dare to ask me to give you another chance?"

"Please forgive me! I know I was wrong?" After the evil fire in Gul'dan's soul slowly extinguished, Gul'dan begged feebly. Now he no longer had any ambition in his heart. Endless fear remains.

"There is no forgiveness in the devil's dictionary! But I won't kill you, I am very merciful! It's just that you can't escape the death penalty. You have to taste this painful meal first, but don't worry, for how No mortal can be more professional than a demon in causing pain!" As he spoke, Kil'jaeden threw Gul'dan's soul to the Nasrezim demon waiting aside, and said to him: "The soul of this warlock It’s up to you, let him know the consequences of failure, go down now! Tichondrius!”

"As you wish, Lord Kil'jaeden!" Tichondrius bowed respectfully and saluted Kil'jaeden, and then took Gul'dan's soul away from Kil'jaeden, while flapping his wings towards He flew away from his own territory while letting out a cruel laugh: "Relax, on the bright side, at least you can live and enjoy the pain that mortals cannot enjoy."

"No—!" Gul'dan's wail echoed in the Twisting Nether for a long time, but was immediately overshadowed by Tichondrius' wild laughter.

On the other side, when Gul'dan fell to the ground, Garona returned to normal from the controlled state. She looked around with some confusion, obviously wondering why she suddenly appeared in the forest. He was very surprised, and then a sudden severe headache overwhelmed the stalker. Obviously, this was the sequelae left by Gul'dan's forcible control.

"How are you feeling? Garona?" Merrill appeared next to Garona with a flash spell, and then asked his old friend with concern.

"I feel a headache, very painful! What's wrong with me?" Hearing Merrill's voice, Garona couldn't help but let out a hoarse wail from her throat, and answered Merrill intermittently.

"Her soul is very seriously polluted. I think it's because Gul'dan buried something strange in her soul!" The voice of the coyote demigod suddenly came from behind Merrill. Obviously this A coyote with great powers has also come to them. Merrill's nervous mood suddenly relaxed. He turned around and was about to ask the coyote demigod, but was stunned by the coyote in front of him!

"Wait! You're not the coyote demigod! Who are you?" Although the coyote that appeared behind Merrill was very similar in height and appearance to the coyote demigod, it was obviously not the coyote demigod. , because the coyote demigod is not all black and shiny, and black smoke is still emitting in the sun. Just like the first time he saw the coyote demigod, there was still something at the corner of the black coyote demigod's mouth. Holding a familiar staff in his mouth, Merrill took a closer look. Isn't that staff the staff of Sargeras in Gul'dan's hand?Obviously the Scepter of Sargeras is already in the mouth of this black hyena demigod, so Gul'dan's fate is self-evident.

"You can think of me as the shadow of the hyena demigod! But now is not the time to care about my identity. I see that Garona's soul has obviously been very seriously damaged. If this continues, she will die soon. The soul has collapsed!" This black demigod coyote didn't pay attention to the alertness in Merrill's eyes. It pushed Merrill away very familiarly, looked carefully at the man lying on the ground and whispered in pain. Garona wailed, then turned to Meryl and said.

"Do you have any good ideas? I don't know anything about the mysteries of the soul!" Hearing the seriousness of this black-skinned coyote demigod, Merrill didn't care what the situation of this coyote was, and he hurriedly asked eagerly.

Hogg, who was in the soul mirror, nodded with satisfaction: "There are two ways. One is to use materials that can repair the soul to repair Garona's soul. This can be said to be the most permanent way..."

"What materials are needed? I'll collect them right away!" Merrill immediately interrupted Hogg's tirade. Merrill believed that no matter how difficult it was to obtain the materials that needed to be collected, he could find them in Dalaran. , so Merrill took out a teleportation sigil and started to prepare for the portal to Dalaran, but Hogg stopped him.

"Don't worry, I'm not finished yet! These materials are not easy to obtain. Among them, the Moon Well Water, which is the easiest to obtain, can only be found on the continent of Kalimdor. But Garona can't stand the trouble now. Now, I can't guarantee whether the aftermath of the teleportation spell will have any worse consequences on her slowly collapsing soul!" Hogg didn't even say what kind of adverse consequences there would be, but as a great mage Merrill has understood that the issues in the soul realm are very complicated. Any stimulation now may have a profound impact on Garona's soul, which is in the process of collapse. It may be a good effect, but it is more likely to be bad. influence, but Merrill did not dare to bet on how high the odds were.