There were two Ner'zhul beside the Lightfall Altar.
The two Ner'zhul were actually quite easy to distinguish. The Ner'zhul who escaped Bastion of Pain with Velen was seriously injured, with a trace of blood still remaining at the corner of his mouth. The other Ner'zhul, on the other hand, was unharmed and wore a confident smile. Furthermore, the two Orcs had very different attire.
The newly arrived Ner'zhul wore an exquisite crown inlaid with a circle of sparkling gems, a magnificent leather armor, a cloak embroidered with gold patterns, velvet trousers, and tall Clefthoof boots—a style completely different from that of Ner'zhul, who preferred to bare his upper body and show off his muscles.
"No one can impersonate the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan! Foolish mortals, how dare you impersonate me?" Ner'zhul loved to flex his muscles, glared at the fully dressed Ner'zhul and roared in fury.
"Whoever you are, daring to impersonate this chieftain, you're dead! Velen, kill him! Once I successfully summon the Dark Star, I'll devour his flesh to celebrate!"
Velen, however, was in no hurry. He had long heard the Legendary of the Lich King Ner'zhul, and he had never believed before that the Lich King Ner'zhul would appear in Shadowmoon Valley. Now that he had seen two Ner'zhuls with his own eyes, he couldn't help but make the connection.
"You are, the Lich King Ner'zhul?" Velen frowned and asked tentatively.
The people of Draenor were truly unlucky. They were living peacefully until Garrosh's visit, coupled with the opening of the Dark Portal, forced them to accept the Alliance and Horde from a different world thirty-five years in the future.
Take Velen, for example. He has to face the fact that there are now two Velens existing at the same time.
If Velen of Exodar were to meet Velen of Shadowmoon Valley, the two would find it incredibly awkward. Draenei have long lifespans; thirty-five years is a short time, and their appearance wouldn't change significantly.
Given the fact that there are two Velen, it's not surprising that there are two Ner'zhul as well.
Ner'zhul, wearing the crown, smiled slightly. His smile possessed an Evil charm, the noble aura of someone who had long held a high position, and an undisguised arrogance that looked down on all living beings. It was completely different from Ner'zhul's muscular physique, which only involved baring his teeth and making a frightening face.
"Ner'zhul Lich King? Hah, he was merely an insignificant loser. The world is parallel, with countless Timelines. I am probably the most successful Ner'zhul in all of these Timelines; at least, I haven't seen any Ner'zhul more successful than me. I unified Draenor, became the Warlords of Draenor, then conquered Azeroth, destroyed the Burning Legion, bit off Sargeras's head, devoured all the Titans in the universe, the Void Lords knelt at my feet, submitted to me, and willingly became my underlings. The King of the Naaru was merely my lamplighter. I possess unparalleled power and supreme authority; I am the unique King of the Universe. I traverse Parallel Worlds, wandering through endless Timelines, accumulating knowledge and experience. I have been secretly following you all along, but you haven't noticed."
Crown Ner'zhul gave a meaningful look and smiled as he looked at Velen:
"Prophet Velen of the Draenei, to be honest, I greatly admire you. In some ways, we are the same kind of people, otherwise I would never have shown myself. As for me in this Timeline, I am utterly disappointed and ashamed. Velen, will you sink with the fallen Ner'zhul of this world, or will you cooperate with the great King of the Universe Ner'zhul?"
Velen hesitated visibly, narrowing his eyes and pondering for a moment.
Upon seeing Velen's hesitation, Ner'zhul, who was casting a spell and was shirtless, gasped. He clearly sensed a strong killing intent and hurriedly shouted:
"Velen, don't be fooled! This guy is a fraud. There's no such thing as King of the Universe Ner'zhul. He must be an imposter from the Alliance. If he were the King of the Universe, why doesn't he do it himself?"
King of the Universe Ner'zhul, smiled faintly, "As the King of the Universe, I possess countless avatars. Your Timeline is still in a rudimentary state; I have only sent an insignificant avatar to observe. Velen, the opportunity is before you. Under my guidance, you will become the Warlords of Draenor in this Timeline. It all depends on whether you can seize it."
Having lived for tens of thousands of years, Velen wouldn't easily trust anyone; he needed to test him. Velen's eyes flashed, emitting a blinding white light, trying to see through King of the Universe Ner'zhul's disguise, but he saw nothing but a Void of darkness. This was definitely not the disguise of a creature of flesh and blood.
"Don't you trust me, Velen?" King of the Universe Ner'zhul, lowered his head, thought for a moment, smiled wickedly, and said:
"Alright, I'm willing to give you a chance. I have an older brother who is stronger than me and has excellent Shaman talent. He was the rightful heir to the chieftainship, and all the girls in the Clans liked him. Unfortunately, he was killed by a ferocious boar during his coming-of-age trial. No one knows that I poisoned the Tough Jerky he was carrying."
Upon hearing this, Ner'zhul was shirtless, tried his best to hide his expression, but he couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise, which Velen keenly noticed.
This matter was so closely guarded that no one knew about it except for himself.
Ner'zhul himself was somewhat shaken after hearing this. Could it be that King of the Universe Ner'zhul, truly existed in some Timeline?
Velen's eyes gleamed with wisdom. "King of the Universe Ner'zhul, I look forward to our cooperation."
Velen extended his right hand toward Ner'zhul, who was summoning the Dark Star. Ner'zhul was no match for Velen to begin with, and having suffered serious injuries, summoning the Dark Star had consumed a great deal of mana, leaving him weak and powerless to resist.
A bright burst of Holy Light enveloped Ner'zhul, and a large amount of Power of the Holy Light entered Ner'zhul's mouth and nose.
"No! No! This shouldn't be my Destiny."
Bang!
With a deafening roar, the Holy Light exploded. The explosion of Holy Light energy obliterated Ner'zhul's body, leaving only fragments of flesh and blood scorched by the Holy Light and reduced to ashes.
"Velen, you have made the right choice. Now comes your deserved reward. I will help you control the Dark Star, and you will become the god of Shadowmoon Valley, the Warlords of Draenor." King of the Universe Ner'zhul, was about to grab the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls on the Altar when a roar suddenly rang out.
"Stop, you big liar!"
A human mage suddenly appeared; he was Experiment 335. He had been subjected to a sensual yet brutal treatment by two female Orcs, leaving him severely injured both physically and mentally. It took him several days to recover.
Experiment 335 trembled violently, pointing at King of the Universe Ner'zhul, and shouted:
"Velen, you've been fooled. He's not the King of the Universe at all; he's just Evil Spirit possessing Ner'zhul."
Experiment 335 unexpectedly appeared here.
Robbie didn't believe in King of the Universe Ner'zhul, but he couldn't figure out the identity of this fake Ner'zhul. Robbie used his ability of Point, Line, and Plane, and planes, and what he saw was similar to what Velen had seen: endless Void and darkness.
"An Evil Spirit?" Velen looked at King of the Universe Ner'zhul, with surprise once again.
"Heh, interesting humans!" King of the Universe Ner'zhul, wasn't worried at all. He chuckled, "As an observer, I secretly followed behind you, and I was mistaken for Evil Spirit. How utterly ridiculous! Velen, you know what to do."