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"Darkness is coming!"
Ner'zhul suddenly woke from his sleep, and once again he thought of the message revealed to him by the spirit of the ancestors. That message was so dark and depressing that just by thinking about it again in his mind, he felt a sense of despair all over his body.
The spirits of the ancestors told him that Draenor was dying and a powerful dark force was growing within. If no way was found to solve it, Draenor would have no future.
Ner'zhul wanted to ask the ancestral spirits where the darkness came from and what caused it, but his questions received no response. It seemed that some unknown change had occurred to the ancestral spirits. Since then, he has lost the ability to communicate with the ancestral spirits.
They no longer responded to any of his questions or calls.
"Will the dead evil dragon be resurrected?
Or is it the recent natural disasters that have led to the loss of life?
Or is it the mysterious high priest?"
Ner'zhul could only speculate based on the information at hand, but no matter what, he could not be sure where the danger came from.
So when Gul'dan volunteered to be an envoy to the Warsong Clan to meet the high priest, Ner'zhul did not stop him, and even provided him with certain conveniences and orc guards.
But to this day, Gul'dan and his men had been gone for a long time, and still no news had come back. This made him feel even more uneasy.
Ner'zhul felt that his spirit was now stretched to the limit, and he felt anxiety, rage, sadness and pain that were rare in the past.
As time passed, the war clouds of the orc clans could come at any time. In this tense situation, Ner'zhul finally received Gul'dan's message.
As a minion of the demons, Gul'dan was thrown into the hands of the four elemental spirits by the high priest. In the presence of all the orcs, the four elemental spirits decomposed Gul'dan's body.
Ner'zhul was extremely shocked when he heard the news, but he had to believe it because the ones who told him all this were the orc warriors he sent to guard Gul'dan.
They and all the orcs in the arena browsed through Gul'dan's memories and learned how he was targeted and corrupted by a demon named Kil'jaeden.
There is no doubt that the other party has a vicious and huge plan. Even if Gul'dan only knows a little about this plan, it is enough to make the orcs angry and panic.
Even Ner'zhul, after learning a little about the huge plan, almost subconsciously thought of the reminder from the ancestral spirits.
He believed that the impending disaster revealed by the ancestral spirits came from this source. The mysterious high priest might know more than he did.
"Get ready, I need to meet the high priestess." When Ner'zhul thought of this possibility, he felt an urgent urge. He urgently wanted to meet the mysterious high priestess and ask her to confirm something.
Before the appearance of the mysterious high priest, he, Ner'zhul, was the uncrowned king of all orc clans, or in other words, his reputation was enough to gain the respect and courtesy of many orc clans.
"Where is she now?" Ner'zhul asked the Shadowmoon Clan orc warriors who were released.
"Ogres. Their target is ogres." The orc warrior quickly told the information he had heard.
In reality, this was unnecessary. The orc clans gathered under the High Priest had been integrated into a tyrannical war machine. They plundered and stored every resource on the planet. At the same time, they continuously recruited more orc clans and increased their combat power, in accordance with the High Priest's instructions.
At the moment, the enemy was clearly intent on eliminating the ogres near their area first. The frenzied atmosphere of the expedition and the heated discussions, devoid of any concealment or confidentiality, poured directly into their ears and were firmly memorized.
Orcs are not the only creatures on this planet, there are other races living on this planet with them, and they often have some wars.
Victory, or defeat.
It is a normal state under the witness of time.
And now, this cycle of normality is undoubtedly coming to an end. They will achieve a great victory, integrate all the power of this planet, and migrate life to another suitable planet to reproduce again.
…
Ogre Arena.
An orc with disheveled hair, a ferocious face and a gloomy aura was sitting quietly in the stone prison.
He was a slave, a bloody gladiator in the arena. His daily routine was fighting, getting injured, fighting, and killing.
He had faced most of the races on the planet, including his own kind. His hands were stained with their blood, and this dark and bloody daily routine had almost warped his spirit.
In addition to fighting every day, he also had to go through various tortures, which made him feel extremely painful, forcing him to change from fearing pain to enjoying pain.
His spirit had been twisted by this torture, and the only thing that kept his spirit from completely collapsing was the tiny spark of hope in his heart, like the ember of fire.
This is also the motivation that has enabled him to persist to this day with his tenacious will and not collapse.
But as time went by, he became somewhat numb, and the hope and the last bit of sanity in his heart were about to be completely swallowed up by darkness and tyranny.
The strong arm swung, and the sound of metal collision rang out in the stone prison. Ka'gath clenched the weapon with his other hand, and stared blankly at his bound arm with his open eyes.
He had thought more than once about cutting off his arm in exchange for a certain degree of freedom of movement.
Suddenly, Ka'gath felt the erosion of some kind of energy.
This wasn't the first time he had felt this kind of cold and dark energy. It was just that before, it was so weak that he could only vaguely sense the presence of this energy when he was extremely focused and in a certain state of mind.
But at this moment, his spirit and mind were in an active state, but he suddenly felt this energy, and its presence became clearer and stronger.
Kael'gath suddenly realized that when he woke up today, there were no ogres coming to whip and torture him, and drive him to the arena to fight.
He didn't know what was happening outside, but he vaguely guessed that the opportunity he had been longing for had arrived.
Without hesitation, Kael'gath used his hidden weapon to cut off his bound arms, and then used tools to pry open the iron bars of the prison door.
He had rehearsed his escape plan countless times in his mind, including how to break free from the restraints, how to open the cage, how to resolve the battle with the ogre warrior who discovered something was wrong in the shortest time possible, and how to fight to the death to find a way out for himself.
And Kael'gath firmly believed that he was not the only one who had this idea.
So when Kael'gath freed the orc slaves in the stone prison one by one, the liberated orcs gathered around him and helped him rescue more orc slaves like a snowball.
This might cause a lot of noise and attract the ogre army, but they were not afraid.
However, the smooth journey was unbelievable to Kael'gath and the others.
There were hardly any ogre warriors coming to stop them, and the few guards who existed were all dealt with in a very short time.
It was not until they rushed out of the stone prison and appeared in the daylight of the arena that they discovered something unusual around them.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the dark gray clouds above them were like a vast vortex, surging with lightning and strong winds in a shocking sight.
The howling wind that tore through the sky and earth, accompanied by a tornado that stretched from heaven to earth, raged on this land belonging to the ogres, devouring and destroying everything.
The earth was shaking, cracking and splitting open from time to time. The scorching flames burned their eyes.
"Is this the shaman summoning the power of elements? But which shaman can control such a powerful elemental force that is almost like a natural disaster?" The knowledgeable orcs felt the violent elements around them and muttered to themselves.
"It seems the ogres are under attack." Kargath showed a ferocious smile on his face. Looking at the ogres fleeing in the distance under the Scourge, he issued a bloody declaration: "Let us go and kill them at will."
roar!
The orc warriors standing behind him, most of whom had lost limbs or were tortured and covered in wounds, raised the weapons and fists they had looted, and followed Kael'gath, who was the first to rush out, and rushed towards the defeated ogre army.
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Azeroth.
King Terenas Menethil of Lordaeron, who had entered his prime, sat on his throne. Over the years, he had successfully made Lordaeron one of the most powerful kingdoms in the Eastern Kingdoms. His powerful army even made his ambition and desire for the Wild King continue to expand, and he eventually gave birth to a man who would emulate Thoradin and unify the human empire.
Once this thought took root, he could no longer suppress it. He knew exactly what this would entail, but as far as he could see, he had already conquered the surrounding areas and expanded his territory. The only thing left that still filled him with passion and excitement was his goal of surpassing all the kings and becoming the new king alongside Thoradin.
But this step is not so simple and easy. The operation of the army, the supply of food, the expenditure of money, and the alliance of the enemy are all issues that need to be considered.
The first step in completely expanding and bringing all the kingdoms of the eastern continent under its control is to face Dalaran, the kingdom of mages.
He needed to carry out a long and meticulous plan, and if he wanted to succeed, it would probably take decades. During this time, he would need to use various means such as marriage, alliance, and suppression.
"His Majesty!"
As Terenas was pondering his next move, a familiar voice rang out. Terenas raised his head and looked at the court mage Kel'Thuzad, who was slowly approaching from the door.
"It seems that your journey to Dalaran was not a pleasant one, mage." Terenas looked at Kel'Thuzad's slightly gloomy face seriously and smiled slightly.
"Speaker Antonidas has issued me an ultimatum, prohibiting any further dangerous research and exploration of the Dragon Tower." Kel'Thuzad's chest rose and fell slightly, and he gritted his teeth to express his inner depression and unwillingness.
He had invested so much time and effort, and just when he was about to find a new path that would allow him to further enhance his strength, he was suddenly sanctioned by the higher-ups and his research was terminated. This was like a bolt from the blue, and his hard work was completely wasted.
Kel'Thuzad had never hated Dalaran, Antonidas, and other archmages of the Council of Tirisfal as much as he did now.
In his opinion, they were just old stubborn people.
Dalaran was established to facilitate magical research, but these people restricted the new path he could have opened up for mages, which made Kel'Thuzad feel unprecedented dissatisfaction.
"You won't listen to him, will you?" Terenas said softly, as if he anticipated what decision Kel'Thuzad would make.
"Of course not! This is all my hard work! I am only one step away from success!" Kel'Thuzad gave his answer.
He can't and won't let go!
He gained a vast amount of unknown yet powerful magical knowledge from there. They were magnificent and charming, but also inherently dangerous. It was a completely different system of magic, a system that might have higher growth potential and greater potential than the arcane system!
He was only one step away from pushing open the door. As long as he pushed it open, he would be able to gain endless power and knowledge. How could he stop researching at this time?
"You will support me! Will you not, Your Majesty?" Kel'Thuzad looked at Terenas, his eyes slightly nervous. The only people he could rely on now were the court mages of Lordaeron and King Terenas before him.
"Of course, you selflessly shared the knowledge you acquired with the court mages of Lordaeron, and helped Lordaeron create many magic scrolls and equipment as agreed over the years. Our grand plan has just begun, how can we stop here?" Terenas's decisive answer made Kel'Thuzad smile on his gloomy face.
If he were to rely on himself, his research would have to be delayed for a long time. To make matters worse, the key to the Dragon Tower was still in the hands of Terenas.
The king had been delaying for a long time under many excuses and had not handed over the keys to other kingdoms in turn as agreed.
"However, our current strength is not enough. You can continue your research, but it must be secret and not exposed." Terenas reminded.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I long for the moment of success more than anyone else. In a few years, we will have the knowledge and power to change the world!" Kel'Thuzad nodded.