Shadowmoon Clan?
Ner'zhul?
Hearing those two names, Noah's expression turned strange. He had only killed Ner'zhul's disciple not long ago, and now he had run into his clan?
Noah suddenly wondered whether he had some kind of misunderstanding with Ner'zhul. Otherwise, why did he keep inexplicably running into this future Lich King?
But since he had encountered them, there was naturally no way he would let them leave. Noah had never been an easy person to talk to.
With that thought, the faint golden glow around Noah erupted once more. Before the eyes of all the Orcs and Draenei, the space around them violently warped again.
But this time was different. Cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads, because the space on the Orcs' side suddenly suffered a terrifying collapse!
The shattered space exposed black holes like the void itself. Like creatures reflected in a mirror, those Orcs vanished into nothingness along with the broken space.
The phenomenon lasted less than a second. The next moment, it was as though time had reversed, and all the shattered space returned to normal.
Except the Orcs had vanished without a trace, as though they had never existed.
The horrifying sight made cold sweat stream down the Draenei's foreheads. This had completely surpassed their understanding. Even Akama could only mutter wordlessly.
"Alright, the Orcs have been dealt with. Now, tell me what I want to know."
As though he had merely done something insignificant, Noah calmly turned to Akama. "Draenei—no, former Draenei. Former Draenei Grand Bishop?"
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Akama was truly feeling terrible inside. He had never expected to encounter someone like this.
Akama had once been a Draenei Grand Bishop, deeply favored and protected by the Holy Light. But during the great explosion in Shattrath City