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The natural disaster came as expected.
Plague, climate, and beast tides.
The successive disasters had brought untold suffering to the orc clans scattered across the planet. Many smaller clans had already succumbed to the scourge, and even some powerful clans were having a hard time.
They began to band together, to fight against each other, and to engage in bloody fights and struggles for a suitable piece of land for survival.
This planet is so big for the orcs, but their living space is constantly decreasing.
Even the mysterious neighbors, a race calling themselves the Draenei, began to worry.
As time went on, the orc clans fought, merged, fought again, and merged again. A powerful clan began to accommodate and absorb other orcs to join, and expanded and grew rapidly.
Warsong Clan!
The Warsong Clan, led by Grommash, rose up with an arrogant attitude and surpassed powerful clans such as the Shadowmoon Clan and the Blackrock Clan with the support of Held.
All orcs who join them will receive certain rewards as long as they can prove and demonstrate their bravery. The strong ones can even become members of the guards guarding priests and shamans such as Held.
Every orc who can join the Priest Guard is a sufficiently powerful orc, and this is also regarded as an honor by all orcs. In addition to the honor, the orcs who join will also gain one or more powerful combat skills and be engraved with the power of the mysterious totem.
One day, a shaman from the Shadowmoon clan came to the camp of the Warsong clan and challenged the shamans from all the major clans.
This orc named Gul'dan used a terrifying power to defeat one powerful orc shaman after another. That vicious and incredible power reminded all the orcs present of an evil dragon.
Especially those orc clans who participated in the Dragon Hunting Festival, they remembered the vicious energy that was like a thorn in the flesh. That evil dragon could also corrode and take the lives of others, and possessed terrifying lethality.
In their eyes, the lame orc in front of them was a lucky guy who had somehow mastered the power of the evil dragon.
Finally, after defeating the shamans of one clan after another, Gul'dan finally challenged Held, the high priest of the Warsong Clan. He wanted to defeat all the priests and shamans in public to prove his strength!
Orcs respect the strong.
Gul'dan understood the orcs' straightforward thinking very well. If he could defeat the rapidly rising high priest, he could gradually replace him and spread the power of fel energy.
By then, no orc will be able to resist obtaining such powerful power!
He had planned every step and measure step by step when he came. The power surging in his body also made him believe that he could achieve his goal. In other words,
He must control the orcs.
This is the mission given to him by the master who gave him power.
The Warsong Clan, which rose rapidly and occupied half of the Orc clans in a short period of time, and was able to maintain elemental stability in an area even after the four elements had fled, became a thorn in his eyes.
If the evil dragon had not been killed by the Warsong Clan, if he had been the orc who initiated the Dragon Hunting Festival and successfully hunted the evil dragon, then all the prestige and power that Held was enjoying now would have been his.
Unfortunately, he gained power a step too late. He could only use the four elements to verify his power.
The clan camp was completely silent at this moment. The defeated shamans retreated to the side in shame, while the orcs watching were at a loss as to what to do.
An orc's honor challenge cannot be refused.
But the orc in front of me...
Grommash tightened the axe in his hand, feeling the urge to rush forward and chop the opponent with it.
As an ambitious chieftain, he would not allow or accept any outsider daring to compete with him for the power second only to him. All the orcs present knew that the Warsong Clan had completely given their loyalty to the High Priest, so Gul'dan's actions were undoubtedly a provocation.
The opponent's strength is indeed the basis for his challenge.
An invisible magical wave spread out from the center of the camp. Under Gul'dan's sensitive gaze, the surrounding scenery shattered before his eyes like fragments of cracked mirror, in a gorgeous and shocking sight.
The land, air, and elements seemed to begin to assemble and operate like gears under the control of a magnificent and powerful force like a god.
Gul'dan stood at the center of the transformation, as if standing in a rotating world, watching the shattered surroundings being pieced together and filled again, and then transformed into a new environment.
A vast, intricately patterned circular arena, suspended in mid-air, enveloped the surrounding orcs, all pulled by a mysterious force, vanishing into the shattered space before reappearing in the distance. It was a circular staircase, like seating built around an arena. Each clan sat in a row.
In front of Gul'dan, a rotating mirror as bright as the starry sky cracked, as if a spatial crack was torn in space, and a thin, cloaked woman walked out of the crack.
Although he was so weak, even weaker than him, Gul'dan, who was full of confidence before, suddenly felt a strong and inexplicable fear in his heart.
"Are you the high priest?" Gul'dan suppressed his inner fear and shouted at Held with an extremely loud roar.
"Gul'dan..." There was a glint of light in Held's raised eyes, like a dazzling gem under the lights in the night sky. An inexplicable mental fluctuation spread back and forth throughout the mirror space, and the mental message contained everything Gul'dan had experienced since he was a child.
The flow of time seemed to lose its meaning under this fluctuation. No matter who it was, even Gul'dan himself, had to review the first half of his life under the influence of this mental fluctuation.
Gul'dan was born weak, and was driven out of the tribe because of his weakness and disability. During this period, he experienced all kinds of abuse, ridicule, and contempt, which made him feel no sense of belonging to his own tribe, and only strong hatred! This was also true for the orcs.
The old shaman of the tribe took Gul'dan as his protector, wanting him to become a shaman, but Gul'dan failed because he could not communicate with the elements. Finally, under the last message given by the old shaman, Gul'dan went to find the Throne of Elements.
He had endured countless hardships, nearly dying before reaching the Throne of Elements. He sought to master any element, but they always eluded him, resisting him. Ultimately, in despair and anger, he received the gift of another power.
That is the power of evil!
A force more powerful than the elements of the Elemental Throne! He used this to defeat the four elements of the Elemental Throne. Then, under the command of a powerful being, he destroyed his own tribe to hide his own information. Pretending to be a refugee, he came to the powerful Shadowmoon Clan and became the apprentice of its chieftain, Ner'zu...
Memory after memory replayed in Gul'dan's mind like a fleeting display, unable to muster even the will to resist. As the memories flashed by, he lost even the ability to think. All he could do was focus and watch his memories intently. Finally, the image flitted past a massive black shadow, and it finally stopped.
All the orcs and Gul'dan regained their ability to think, and they regained the power to think about other things.
The orcs watching were fine, they just roared angrily at Gul'dan who had ulterior motives, but Gul'dan himself was soaked in cold sweat.
This irresistible means poured cold water on his arrogance after gaining power. The opponent obviously did not care about the evil energy surging in his body. The evil energy in his body even felt docile under the opponent's gaze.
This feeling struck Gul'dan as absurd!
He looked at the frail woman across from him as if facing a formidable enemy, his heart constantly calling out to Kil'jaeden, the powerful being who had bestowed upon him his strength. But no matter how he called out, Kil'jaeden did not respond.
Is it because of this special enclosed space?
Or,
Gul'dan, who failed to find help, couldn't help but have wild thoughts in his mind. While he was alert to the movements of Held on the opposite side, he was also having the idea of backing down.
The opponent's move had clearly startled him. It dealt a heavy blow to his already confident self. Even worse, under the influence of that mental wave, every orc in this space had accessed his memories and understood his ill intentions. Regardless of victory or defeat, his plans and objectives had already been thwarted.
The deceptive tactics he had devised had lost their effectiveness. If he still wanted to recruit these orcs, he might have to resort to more brutal and forceful tactics.
Obviously, success is not certain.
If he fails to perform his duties properly, he will inevitably incur the punishment and wrath of Kil'jaeden.
"Have you defeated the four elements?" Held's voice rang out in the mirror space, just like a whisper in someone's ear. No matter how noisy the place was, it was still clear to the ears.
Gul'dan clenched the scepter in his hand.
"They miss you very much." Held opened his arms.
Four giant elemental life forms were summoned and appeared on the field.
Godau, Ebrius, Karadios, Isenlatus.
Seeing the four defeated and fleeing elemental spirits reappear before his eyes, Gul'dan, whose power had even increased, widened his eyes. He saw a mysterious contract pattern emerging from the four elemental spirits.
The four unruly elemental spirits with chaotic and bad personalities were like obedient pets beside Held, and their well-behaved behavior made Gul'dan jealous and resentful.
He had once longed to gain the power of any of them, but was rejected. Now, the four of them were fawning over the mysterious High Priest named Held. It was as if that frail female creature was their master!
When the orc shamans who knew the four elemental spirits saw this scene, their awe of Held once again increased to an even more fanatical level, just like believers facing gods, almost like faith.
"What are you calling? The Deceiver Kil'jaeden?" Held's sudden voice startled Gul'dan, who was thinking about a retreat. He looked at the other party in horror. From the beginning, it seemed that everything he thought and thought was revealed in the eyes opposite, as if his soul was standing naked in front of the other party, allowing the other party to read everything about him.
Terrifying!
"He can't come. He is now struggling in an infinite loop of time. When he breaks free, everything will be settled." Held said something that made Gul'dan's face change drastically.
The four elemental spirits stepped forward and surrounded him in the center, surging and violent elemental power gathered on the field.
A thick green energy pierced through the four elements, heading straight for Held. Under Gul'dan's astonished gaze, Held devoured it without a scare. Almost in ecstasy, Gul'dan unleashed fel magic, attempting to drain Held's life force.
However, under his dazed gaze, Held, who was locked in the fel magic, looked at him quietly as if nothing had happened. Gul'dan did not give up and used the fel magic twice more, but each time it lost its effect on Held.
"The power of magic has no effect on me. Your magic is novel, but it's not beyond my comprehension." Held looked at Gul'dan, whose face was filled with panic, confusion, anger, fear, and so on. In his calm words, he spoke the words that made Gul'dan feel the most despair. He couldn't believe that his magic was useless against Held. It was so powerful!
But Gul'dan's will defied reality. Held, inheriting the abilities and knowledge of the Ancient One, possessed a responsiveness to any mystical energy capable of serving as magical power. The Heart of the Apostle, gifted by Luke, empowered her with powerful computational and analytical abilities when faced with mysterious magical forces.
Fel energy is a powerful energy.
But the degree of danger is at most equal to the dimensional power of those demon gods.
She has extensive experience and skills in dealing with these negative energies and magic.
The four elemental spirits launched a catastrophic attack, each bound by Held's powerful force and bound by an unbreakable contract. Held was like the monarch of the elements, possessing various means to manipulate elements and energy.
The four elementals now dared not even harbor any ill feelings towards Held, and could only vent all their dissatisfaction and anger on Gul'dan, the one who caused all this. Without him, the four of them would still be safe at the Throne of Elements, and they wouldn't necessarily be discovered by this terrifying mage, captured one by one, and forced into a contract.