Part-time BOSS

Darkness, chaos, weirdness, distortion, shadows and chaotic energy run through the edge of the entire universe. Colored clouds and bright ribbons blend together. Broken celestial bodies float in the weird void, forming a kind of atmosphere that mortals cannot understand. strange sight.

This is the twisted void, the birthplace of evil filled with chaotic energy, and the source of arcane energy. Demons, void creatures, twisted aberrations, evil spirits, and countless evil creatures reside here.

In this chaotic and endless void, a confused consciousness is floating quietly in this void...

"Gul'dan, before you leave, I need you to do me a favor. I want to borrow something from you."

The majestic voice was ethereal and illusory, as if coming from a distant place.

Gul'dan looked at the blurry face in front of him, feeling a sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if something terrible was about to happen.

He wanted to escape, but his body could not move at all. He said involuntarily: "What is it? Your Majesty, please speak as soon as possible. As long as I have it, I will never refuse it."

"I would like to borrow a certificate of voting from you."

Gul'dan suddenly realized what was about to happen, anger, fear, hatred... But it was no use, he was still talking to himself.

"A certificate of nomination? What is that? I don't think I have it in my hand."

"Haha, of course you have it, but it's not in your hands, but on your neck."

The next second, I saw the figure in front of me wave my hand, and countless enemies appeared around them. They all raised their weapons and surrounded them from all directions...

Countless arrows shot out and instantly covered Gul'dan's body.

Gul'dan felt the heart-breaking pain, and was extremely frightened and angry. He angrily released evil energy, summoning a rain of fire of destruction, and then summoned one demon after another. Under the threat of death, his evil magic Unprecedentedly powerful and skillful, the bodies around him piled up like mountains.

The devil incarnate! He finally unleashed his final ultimate move, transforming into a giant demon seven or eight meters tall.

However, the larger the body, the more attacks it will suffer.

Life points quickly ran out.

No! Gul'dan could already feel death.

"No! My great journey must not end here. My ambition, my dominance, my plan to conquer the world - no!"

He summoned the flames of hell again, trying to drive away the attacking enemies, and then a black shadow burst out of the flames, and a knight covered in cold armor rushed towards him. Under his helmet were a pair of blue-tinted lights. radiant eyes.

Gul'dan recognized this person - the Shadow of War, a death knight. Gul'dan also studied necromancy and knew that this kind of undead creature was difficult to kill. He raised his hand and tried to release evil energy. The killing wave killed the opponent instantly, but the death knight suddenly accelerated, and the halberd in his hand swept towards him. Gul'dan felt his eyes darken, and his perspective instantly flew into the air. He saw his headless body slumped down, turning into Fel fire spurted out in all directions.

However, he fell into endless darkness and coldness.

For a few seconds, he felt the call from the world of the dead, as if there was a whirlpool dragging him towards the unknown world of darkness and death.

But soon, a huge force grabbed him and dragged him towards the endless twisting void. The surrounding darkness and coldness were replaced by chaotic evil energy and the shadow power of the void.

Gul'dan's consciousness was very vague, and he did not realize what happened. The last fragments of his life were repeated in his consciousness. He did not know how long it had been floating before his soul finally regained some consciousness.

He observed the surroundings from the perspective of his soul. I was in the twisted void! Gul'dan reacted immediately.

The scene from his lifetime reappeared. Gul'dan immediately understood what had happened to him.

(I was harmed by that bastard Emperor Shenwu, but because of the use of the demon incarnation, my soul wandered into the Twisting Nether!)

Gul'dan's research on demons and evil energy is very in-depth. According to his understanding, demons are born in the twisted void. When demons are killed in reality, they will not really die. Their souls will Return to the Twisting Nether and gradually be reborn in the chaotic energy of the Twisting Nether.

To completely kill a demon, you can only go to the Twisting Nether and kill its soul.

It's just that Gul'dan never thought that he would end up in this place. He didn't know whether to be grateful or angry.

But as he continued to drift in the twisted void, he gradually realized that he did not belong here.

Unlike the devil, his body is not made of evil energy. It is still a mortal body of flesh and blood. Therefore, there is no way to be reborn by distorting the chaotic energy in the void. He can only drift on like this, forever.

Gul'dan felt a moment of despair, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe someone would save him and get him out of this embarrassing situation. There were so many orc warlocks in the Shadow Council, and there should be a few who survived. Well, maybe they will summon themselves one day...

But as time went by, this expectation gradually disappeared, and he drifted aimlessly in the void, perhaps forever-

Until one day, he heard a voice.

"Gul'dan! Heed my call and come to me."

who! Gul'dan was pleasantly surprised.

"Gul'dan! Heed my call and come to me."

He couldn't tell who the voice belonged to, but he didn't care anymore.

"I accept the call, take me out of this hellish place!"

Everything around him suddenly began to change mysteriously, and the strange scene in the twisted void turned into streaks of fluid-like light. He felt a force dragging him out of the twisted void. Finally, his eyes suddenly lit up——

However, when Gul'dan saw the scene around him clearly, he immediately realized that something was wrong. At this time, he was trapped in a magic circle in the form of a soul, and in front of him was a man with red skin and ferocious tentacles. A giant demon over a hundred meters tall.

"Kil'jaeden!" Gul'dan looked at the demon in front of him and suddenly let out a desperate and powerless cry. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, second-in-command of the Burning Legion and lieutenant of Sargeras.

Looking around again, groups of demons lined up all around. The sky was a dark purple, and the earth was burning with evil fire. Although I didn't know where this place was, it was clearly a world ruled by the Burning Legion.

It's over, it's over, it fell into the hands of the Burning Legion, it's really over now.

Gul'dan felt despair in his heart.

It was Kil'jaeden who seduced Gul'dan, bestowed evil energy on him, and bewitched the orcs through Gul'dan, turning the orcs into a war machine to conquer and invade Azeroth.

It's just that Gul'dan gradually became dissatisfied with his fate as a lackey, and finally chose to leave the tribe to find the Tomb of Sargeras, hoping to get rid of the control of the Burning Legion and realize his ambition...

This matter was naturally not within the agreement with Kil'jaeden, especially the search for the Tomb of Sargeras. It was a taboo behavior for the Burning Legion. Gul'dan only hoped that the other party did not know about it. own plan.

However, the anger and sneer in Kil'jaeden's eyes made him gradually despair.

"Hehehehe, Gul'dan, you are finally willing to accept my call. After screwing up the task I gave you, and after showing your ambition that is completely inconsistent with your own strength, you finally fell to your knees again. In front of me.

Tell me Gul'dan, how should I torture you? Only by punishing you can you feel deep pain and regret? "

"I have already felt the pain and regret. Ah, the great Kil'jaeden. I regret for my stupidity all the time. Please give me another chance. I will definitely..."

"Oh, regret? Maybe, but the pain... you are far from experiencing it, Tichondrius, teach him a lesson and let him understand the consequences of betraying the Legion."

A demon with huge wings stepped out from the surrounding demons.

Tichondrius is a Dreadlord, one of the original races of demons born from the chaotic energy of the void.

They are also the most intelligent and cunning demons, often acting as intelligence agents, interrogators, and infiltrators.

They are ruthless villains who feed off the energy of mortals. They use intimidation and trickery to turn brothers against each other, collapse political power, and provoke war, thereby making the entire world succumb to darkness.

They are also very good at soul magic and are Kil'jaeden's most trusted subordinates.

At this time, four Dread Lords surrounded him, and Gul'dan's soul was taken down. In the following period, the Dread Lords used various terrifying magics to destroy his soul. These magics created unimaginable things. The pain always brought Gul'dan back to life when his soul was about to collapse.

Day after day, the endless torture brought Gul'dan's consciousness to the verge of collapse. He begged for mercy, cursed, and cried, but it was all meaningless.

Every minute seemed as long as a month or a year. Finally, after an unknown amount of torture, he was once again brought to Kil'jaeden.

"Gul'dan lowered his head humbly. His erratic spirit seemed to dissipate at any time, but he knew that as long as the other party did not allow it, he would not be able to truly die.

Originally he was afraid of death, but now, he just wants to throw himself into the arms of death and get rid of this endless torture.

'Kil'jaeden the Deceiver' (Overlord of the Burning Legion): "Gul'dan, your betrayal made me very angry, but I am kind. Now I am willing to give you another chance, a plan to make up for your past mistakes, and you will Serve the Legion once again, but if you dare to disobey my orders again, at that time, I will give you true eternal pain and torture.

So make your choice, Gul'dan, choose your destiny. "

"Great Kil'jaeden, please give me the order, and I will complete it." Gul'dan said 'sincerely'.

"Hmph, maybe." Kil'jaeden waved his hand.

Several Dread Lords took out a set of armor.

The cold armor exuded the chill of death, especially the helmet. Gul'dan immediately realized that this thing was a creation of some kind of death magic, which surprised him. The Burning Legion is mainly based on fel magic. Why? Can you use this thing?

But now he has no choice.

His soul was dragged out of its prison, and several Dreadlords placed the armor on his body.

With each piece he put on, he felt the biting coldness eroding his soul, as if the power of death was merging with his soul.

Kil'jaeden the Deceiver (Overlord of the Burning Legion): "It is said that only after being deprived of freedom can mortals truly understand themselves. I was wondering, how well do you understand yourself, Gul'dan?"

Today, you will be saved from death and given a new life, but you will soon understand that any redemption comes at a price. The prison of the Burning Legion will be with you. This set of armor is your new prison.

The war is about to begin, and the world of Sky will be completely destroyed. Those enemies who dare to block the will of the Legion will be drowned in the tide of death.

Go, go to the cold continent of Northrend in the sky world, hibernate, and build an army of the dead for me! "

The cold helmet was slowly put on Gul'dan's head, and he instantly felt the cold death chill covering his whole body, imprisoning his soul in it.

Frost adhered to the outside of his soul layer by layer, forming a huge ice coffin, freezing his soul and the armor on his body.

Dozens of eredar warlocks cast magic at the same time, and countless evil powers gathered together, tearing a crack in the void in front of them. Through the crack, the blue planet of Azeroth could be vaguely seen.

Kil'jaeden grabbed Gul'dan, who was wrapped in ice, and stared into the ice-blue eyes in the helmet, "Gul'dan, seize your last chance to complete the destruction of everything for the Legion. Starting from today, you will gain a new identity and be called - the Lich King!"

Lich King? Gul'dan recited the name silently in his heart. He had no choice but to accept it. Facing the power of the demon lord, he did not dare to have the slightest idea of ​​disobedience.

As Kil'jaeden threw it hard, the ice passed through the gap and fell towards the blue planet.

"You should also follow him and monitor him. Remember, the will of the Burning Legion must be carried out."

Several fear demon kings flew into the crack.

Kil'jaeden looked at the slowly disappearing crack and smiled with satisfaction. The orc plan launched by Archimonde had obviously failed. Without Gul'dan's bewitchment and control, the orcs had gradually given up their reliance on evil energy. , began to use elemental magic again, but it doesn't matter, war will bring hatred, and hatred can breed revenge, and the will of mortals will be swallowed up by hatred and anger.

Eventually he became a servant and slave of the legion.

The action of conquering the world of the sky has just begun. Soon, a natural disaster will come to this world. By that time, no one can resist the will of the Legion.