Draenor, Broken World, Shadowmoon Clan.
Ner'zhul is struggling painfully, and the power of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver is constantly torturing him, forcing him to surrender.
Draenor The world is shattering, faster than in the original history. The living space of Orcs left in Draenor is getting smaller and smaller, and it is becoming more and more difficult.
At this time, a Shadowmoon Clan Warrior ran in and told him that there were two Undead creatures with human bodies outside and wanted to see him.
The pain suddenly disappeared, Ner'zhul gasped and waved his hand. The guard understood the clan leader's intention, which was to drive them away.
But soon there were bursts of screams, and then the two Undead kicked open the wooden door and strode in.
Ner'zhul roared angrily and grabbed the staff, his arms still shaking from the pain just now.
"Death Knight! Get out! Shadowmoon Clan has withdrawn from the war! Horde has withdrawn!"
Talon* Blood Demon pulled his stiff lips and laughed hoarsely a few times, and then made a Orcs courtesy, which made Ner'zhul stunned for a moment. It was a courtesy for meeting Great Chief.
"Orcs is now torn apart. We need you to step forward and stabilize Horde, Ner'zhul."
Ner'zhul seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and he laughed loudly, without concealing the ridicule. "Restabilize Horde? Then what? Attack Azeroth again? Get killed by that Alliance again? There is a true god behind the Alliance! Titan God! Your brain must have been eaten away by maggots, Talon!"
Talon* Blood Demon was not angry and waited quietly for Ner'zhul to finish.
"Of course we have to go to Azeroth, but it's not a war, but to seize a few artifacts. Then immediately return to Draenor and use them to open another door to the new world. Horde will not stay in this broken world to die."
He originally thought that Ner'zhul would definitely hesitate or fall into consideration and contemplation. After all, this was the most feasible solution at present.
But Ner'zhul just smiled coldly, with a bitter look on his face.
"There is no hope, Talon, give up. The god of Azeroth will destroy us again. Even Dark Titans Sargeras has fallen at his feet, and Kil'jaeden dare not confront him head-on. Orcs... Let's go to destruction with Draenor."
Talon began to become angry. He was just about to use force to force Ner'zhul, when he suddenly felt a frightening force.
A demon slowly appeared behind Ner'zhul. Old Orcs trembled, his face full of fear. That's a Pit Lord!
"Go away, ants, while I'm in a good mood. You pathetic Orcs are just cannon fodder sent by the Burning Legion to Azeroth. Now you have been completely defeated and have no value. You only deserve to be with this The world will be destroyed together." Pit Lord Tichondrius waved his hand suddenly, and a dark green Carrion Swarm hit the two Death Knight hard and knocked them away.
Pit Lord looked at Ner'zhul again, showing a cruel smile. "Now, decide, Ner'zhul, continue to accept endless torture, or succumb to the great Lord Kil'jaeden, pay for your crimes, and serve Burning Legion?"
"I... I obey." Ner'zhul doesn't want to endure that kind of torture anymore. As for what Talon said about snatching the artifact and opening the door to another world, it is a completely meaningless death struggle.
I don't want to die yet!
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Heklar is in high spirits recently, and his Heklar Consortium is rapidly expanding his influence around the world.
Kalimdor's Goblins city Gadgetzan, he has nearly half of the shares and investments.
Eastern Kingdoms Stranglethorn Vale Goblins city Booty Bay, he also began to extend his tentacles into this coastal trade center.
Heklar is very smart. He understands that all this was brought to him by his master, and his master is True Titan God!
Therefore, Heklar worked hard to develop various weapons and devices, constantly proving his worth. As a result, his master valued him more and more, and even made a promise: as long as he develops a war machine that spans the ages, he will be granted eternal life!
eternal life!
Heklar is really crazy! Eternal life means endless gold coins! That means more explosions! It means that Heklar Consortium will always be under his control!
But at this moment Heklar is in Lordaeron, the capital of the first kingdom in the north of the mainland. He was secretly invited here, and Lordaeron seemed to want to kick Alliance away and buy various arms directly from him.
Of course, Heklar reported it to his master immediately. Although he was crazy, he was definitely not stupid. If you don't have loyalty, you won't be able to earn more gold coins. He watched with his own eyes a Goblins who was trying to secretly sell Alliance's own type of arms to the Northern Kingdom. Green flames suddenly erupted from his features, burning the poor guy into coke, and his soul was pulled out to become the Soulstone of the Warlock in Stormwind City.
So the owner gave him a list of all the things he could sell, but there was a castrated version of it written in parentheses at the end.
Heklar straightened his extravagant and vulgar clothes, and then looked at the portrait of himself hanging on the wall of the carriage. He spent five thousand gold coins to have the most famous painter in mankind paint it for him. In the painting, he holds his head high, his eyes majestic, one hand resting on the white ivory table, and the other hand gathered on his abdomen, exactly like a national leader.
After stepping off the carriage, Heklar Consortium's Goblins bodyguards, all wearing black sunglasses and holding Goblins muskets, surrounded him vigilantly, staring at every move around him.
The diplomat of Lordaeron was a baron. He smiled and looked at Heklar who was slowly walking towards him, and felt a bit grumpy in his heart.
A treacherous Goblins, who was lucky enough to develop a few useful weapons, immediately became a nouveau riche, these black-hearted arms dealers!
However, when he thought that Lordaeron would put aside Alliance and buy directly from this black-hearted arms dealer, the baron had to put on a flattering smile.
"Your Excellency Heklar! Welcome to our Lordaeron! The banquet to welcome you is ready! You will definitely like the customs and the enthusiasm of our Lordaeron people!"
Goblins are both dwarfs, so the baron had to stay as low as possible to be at eye level with Heklar.
Heklar shook his head arrogantly. He learned all these airs from Highbornes.
"No need for the banquet, let's get straight to the point. Time is money!"
While the baron kept smiling, he cursed in his heart this upstart Goblins who looked down upon others and thought he was a dragon.
Heklar will directly talk to King Terenas of Lordaeron. Old King is old and has dreamed of becoming a great nation all his life. Now he is suddenly thrown into a mess by the Alliance. He just can't swallow this sigh of relief. Therefore, old King attaches great importance to this arms transaction. Only by getting rid of this weakness that Alliance is stuck with can Lordaeron be strong-willed.
As for whether the negotiation can be successful, Terenas is not worried at all, Goblins! Aren't they all the kind of creatures who are willing to do anything for gold coins?
With Lordaeron's financial resources, it is no problem for these Goblins to cooperate with him alone for a long time!
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