Azeroth’s Death Track

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Gul'dan... This name is a real taboo in the orc tribe today.

No one knows which clan Gul'dan came from. There are also rumours that his clan has been slain by his own hands.

He once joined the Shadowmoon clan as a wanderer, and was accepted by the Patriarch of the Shadowmoon clan as a disciple of the old shaman Ner'zhul, who is highly respected in Draenor due to his extraordinary magical talent, and soon, he The understanding of spiritualism and astrology is already comparable to that of Ner'zhul.

But Gul'dan's ambitions don't stop there. For the first time in the orc society, he proposed the concept of a warlock, a dangerous caster that fought with shadow and manic corrosion, as well as fire and the power to summon demons.

If such a dangerous caster could not appear in peacetime, but at that time all elements of the orc world Draenor had been silenced, and the mainstream shaman priests could no longer call for the power of nature, so the warlock took advantage of it. Enter, and soon spread in the orc world.

No one knows where Gul'dan's taboo knowledge of warlocks came from. In short, he is the orc's first and most powerful warlock.

The Shadow Council he established was full of lunatics who could give up everything for power, and after he pushed the chief of the Blackrock clan to the throne of the Great Chief, the Shadow Council quickly infiltrated every class of the tribe.

If the black hand does not die, then Gul'dan is still the most powerful person in the tribe. Unfortunately, the black hand is dead. When Gul'dan was in a coma due to an unexplained magic explosion, the black hand was in the holy Makora In the middle, Orgrim. Destruction Hammer smashed his head.

After Gul'dan woke up after a long and strange coma, he desperately found that his Shadow Council had been killed by Orgrim.

"boom"

The gate of the psychic hall was pushed away by a tall figure wearing armor, lined with a dark red hood and carrying a blood-red scepter. This guy does not look like an orc, but the mania in his dark body surged The magic of shadows, however, represents his identity.

This is a powerful warlock... at least the soul in the body belongs to a powerful warlock.

Behind him is a gloomy orc with a bowed waist, a green skull cane, a green hooded robe, bone spurs extending behind, and decorated with skulls.

At the moment he appeared, although he didn't even say a word, the atmosphere of the entire psychic hall suddenly died down, and the five old psychic knelt knelt on the ground, not even raising their heads to look at the orc At a glance, the shadow, the ubiquitous shadow came suddenly wherever the orc with the cane of the skull went.

The shadow of the haze drowned everything, representing his devastating majesty.

This is Gul'dan. Over the past 10 years, every orc and their enemies felt the fear of the warlock's ancestors, a hazy ambition, a loyal destroyer, everyone except himself. I don't know what he desires most in his heart.

Behind Gul'dan, a tall figure, 2.5 meters tall, with a burly figure and muscular muscles, only wearing a simple robe representing the caster, this tall body represents his identity, This is an ogre, a horror creature born in the world of Draenor. It used to have a brilliant civilization, but it is now completely destroyed.

However, on the chest of this brown-skinned ogre, there are two heads, one with one eye and horns, one is no different from the ordinary ogre head, this guy is a rare two-headed ogre, Generally speaking, such ogres are not only powerful but also very clever, and they are a good hand to manipulate magic power.

His name is Gujar, the chief of the Twilight's Hammer clan, and one of the apprentices of Gurdan. Gu is the name of a normal head, and Gar is the name of the one-eyed horn... well, it is in line with cannibalism. The traditional name of the devil, and like Gul'dan, the origin of Gujar is also a mystery.

The indifferent dark figure stood with Gujar on both sides, while silent Gul'dan wandered in front of Tyrion's body. He looked at the twisted body in front of him. He stretched out his finger and pressed it against the arm of the body After a while, he said:

"So... Durag, one of my best disciples, just died like this?"

"boom"

The body of the old orc psychic was grabbed by the strong ogre and thrown at Gul'dan's feet. The psychic screamed and begged for help, kneeling in front of Gul'dan and madly explained:

"Sir Gul'dan, I swear! I swear! We followed the steps you ordered... The previous dozen or so soul transfers were successful, but this time Ms. Durag was unexpected, this is not The problem with the phalanx is not ours...I swear!"

"Oh..."

Gul'dan nodded. He leaned down and reached out his hand on the psychic's shoulder. He said softly:

"So, my genius apprentice Durag is just out of luck, you mean that, right?"

"No! No, I am not, I am not... ah! ah ah! ah ah ah!!!"

The old orc hadn't finished speaking yet, a dark green light burst out of Gul'dan's palm, like the palm of energy, it was buckled on the old orc's neck, and his body was easily lifted. Into the air.

There was a trace of indifference in Gul'dan's dark red eyes. His hand flicked out, and the dark green light suddenly disappeared. The old orc lost his body and hit the ground. His skin only touched for less than 3 seconds. , It was burned into a coke-like appearance, and in Gul'dan's hands, a twisted soul was screaming the most desperate.

"I never believe in luck..."

Gul'dan laughed hoarsely:

"Then let me see, what is the secret of this elf's body!"

He reached out his hand and thrust the soul of the old orc into Tyrion’s body in a rough way. He took two steps back and stood with the ogre Gujar, watching with interest. Things that happened.

It's almost the same, and it's exactly the same as everything that Durag the Dominator passed. Five minutes later, the body of Tyrion, who was just active, once again twisted and fell to the ground, and was stuffed into the body. The soul inside disappeared the same.

This scene aroused Gul'dan's interest almost immediately. He stretched out his finger, rubbed his chin, and asked softly:

"My apprentice Gujar, guess why?"

Gul'dan's problem caused the ogre Gujar to bow his head humbly, his two heads in a strangely coordinated form, and at the same time said:

"I felt the magical power being drawn by the corpse. (Soon, very rough drawing, like it would never be full)!"

"As they say, it is not a problem of magic circle and ritual. (It is a problem of this body, it is a problem of elves...the soul is supported by magic, the magic is absorbed and the soul will dissipate!)"

"Ok"

The apprentice's answer satisfied Gul'dan with his fingers in the air, and the black crystal loaded with Tyrion's remnant soul fell under the magic drag and fell into his palm.

"I've never seen this happen to other races... I'm curious about the hunger and seeking of magic instincts, this kind of demon-eater physique, if this kind of problem exists in the body of the elves, then ..."

Gul'dan looked at the black soul stone in his hand. He narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"So, how can their souls not be swallowed up by their body's hunger? Or, their souls have actually mutated, and I am more curious as to what kind of environment is actually able to Let these elves produce this simultaneous variation of flesh and spirit..."

The orc warlock thought for a moment, then uttered a regretful sigh:

"Alas, it seems that this secret can only be found in Quel'Thalas... but that's good, even if you can temporarily get rid of the disgusting Orgrim, it is a good thing!"

"Then how should we deal with him? Gul'dan."

The dark figure that has been silent suddenly said:

"Since it has been determined that this body cannot carry any soul, are we going to destroy it?"

This figure speaks in a strange way. Although it is spoken in orc language, it is spoken in a human accent. How strange it sounds, like... It’s like stuffing an orc’s soul into it Into the body of a human knight.

"No! Tarongol, my old friend!"

Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand, and a vicious and haze flashed in his dark red eyes:

"It is not impossible to bear all souls. At least, this soul, it will not refuse! The soul that belongs to it has become crippled!"

"But such a resurrection means nothing to us!"

Tarongol shook his head. This motion made the shadow behind him flutter. He said in a deep voice:

"Orgrim will not allow a non-orc transformed death knight to exist, he cannot guarantee its loyalty..."

"But we can! Ha ha ha"

Gul'dan gave an iconic low laugh, and he threw the soul stone in his hand to Tarongol:

"This soul is crippled, which means that we can make hands and feet, take off a part, and add the binding spell, we can have a powerful and loyal elf death knight, don't forget, he put Saurfang Those soldiers like that were all seriously injured... you see, we are going to Quel'Thalas soon, that is his homeland, a holy place he once sacrificed for... Ha ha ha, we will need him of!"

The hazy warlock turned and walked away:

"And I also want to see if a crippled soul, with an army of destruction, set foot on the holy place he once sacrificed for, would such a soul collapse as a result, I am curious..."

"Talungol, I'll leave it to you to satisfy my curiosity. I believe that as the Warlock of the Shadow Council and the first reborn, the most powerful death knight, you won't let me Disappointed... right?"

Gul'dan left his apprentice, Gujar, and in this psychic hall, only the original orc warlock Tarongol, who exists as a death knight, and the four orc psychics still alive.

The death knight put the black crystal in his hand and stared at it. After a moment, the crystal in his lower hand was placed on the ceremonial altar. He reached out and took off the black plate glove he was wearing in his left hand to reveal A palm that was already somewhat rotten, wrapped in a strip of magic pattern cloth.

This is the palm of a royal guard who once belonged to the Storm Kingdom. This warrior who has lost his name. When the Storm City fell, he killed more than 20 orc warriors by himself, and was finally angered by Orgrim. Kill it yourself.

The bravery of this human warrior was also remembered by Gul'dan. When Orgrim agreed to the research of Gul'dan's death knight, the haze warlock immediately excavated the dead body of the long-dead human warrior. , And regard it as his most trusted left and right hand, the Warlock Talongor's resurrection container.

For this matter, Tarongol thanked Gul'dan from the heart, but he had already died once, but he therefore cherished his life... Between Guldan and Orgrim, Tarongol was decisive. Orgrim was chosen...maybe this betrayal has not been discovered by Gul'dan, but it must not be hidden for too long, but Tarongol is not afraid, regrets, and feels no shame.

"This is the Warlock of the Shadow Council, the right choice to make...don't blame me, old friend."

Under the hood, under the influence of the necromantic spell, Tarongol showed a faint smile on the preserved human face, the dark red light in his eyes flashed away, and the frequency of his finger movements stopped. The corner of the dark soul stone was completely cut off and fell into the hands of Tarongol, representing the light of the bound spell beating.

Tarongol took a step back and looked at his masterpiece. He nodded in satisfaction.

"Gul'dan, of course I will satisfy your curiosity. I will not disappoint you...I will not disappoint the chieftain..."

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