Even Great Villains Have Good Friends; Why Be a Slave to Power When You Can Be Its Master?

While the situation in Nagrand is changing three times a day, Demon Blood Horde, who has been making every effort to advance the war, is not idle either.

In addition to seizing the opportunity to pour Demon Blood into every Orcs Great Chieftain Blackhand can find to turn them into powerful Warrior, Shadow Council, who is regarded as a "war weapon" by Great Chieftain, is also carrying out quite mysterious operations in the dark.

Regardless of the fact that Great Chieftain Blackhand has dispatched the super-mobile Dragonmaw Clan, which has been harassing Talador's front line from the air, and has indeed caused a lot of trouble to Draenei's preparations for war, but this is only the first step in Great Chieftain's war preparations.

As an outstanding tactician, Blackhand did not place all hope of capturing Talador Region and Shattrath City on the frontal battlefield from the beginning.

He is well aware of the power of Draenei's technology and their excellent individual strength and combat experience in positional warfare. Therefore, in Blackhand's plan, his War Horde must give full play to the advantages of Orcs.

It is best to use mobile warfare to pull together Draenei's forces and then annihilate them one by one.

Orcs, who was still in the period of nomadic civilization, was very good at this set of tactics, and every adult Orcs had his or her own Dire Wolf, and this racial talent was enhanced by Black Wolf Spirit, so that once they enter a superior fighting style, the destructive power they can cause is absolutely unimaginable.

In order to achieve this goal, Great Chieftain Blackhand has given the important task to the most capable Warsong Clan.

Grom Hellscream did not disappoint Blackhand. He quickly relied on Orcs's understanding of Draenor's terrain to find the shortcomings of Talador Region the One, which was built by Draenei and was as watertight as an iron bucket.

Zangala.

This is a hidden valley located at the junction of Tanaan Jungle, Shadowmoon Valley and Talador Region. It is almost completely isolated from the mainland Draenor. It is surrounded by mountains and is full of dangerous swamps. There is only one mountain path leading in and out of Talador Region.

Not to mention this place is Draenei, even the Orcs people who have lived in this area for hundreds of years have never come close.

It is said that only the wizards of Gorian Ogres who occupied most of the continent at that time briefly established Mage Tower here, but they were quickly driven out by the dangerous power in this swamp.

The reason why this ghost place is so troublesome is that the amount of Life Force here is extremely abnormal. The mushrooms here can grow to an exaggerated size of three people, and the savage Podlings and more dangerous swamp beasts that grow under the mushrooms will Bloodlust devour all life that enters here.

Secondly, this area is filled with deadly "spores".

That is the "curse method" that the Draenor world's most mysterious species, the Sprigganss, are best at using. These invisible plant things will silently attach themselves to every living being contaminated by Recklessness, and then "take root and sprout", causing mushrooms and flowers to grow on Orcs's bodies, taking away their sanity and turning them into disgusting beings mixed with flesh and plants.

Locals usually call this guy "Pseudo-Human".

Not to mention Orcs, not even the thick-skinned Ogres or even the swamp Multi-Headed Serpent can withstand the ravages of this thing.

It was absolutely reasonable for the Gorian Ogres wizards to abandon this place. There may indeed be some ancient secrets of the Draenor world hidden here, but they did not have to risk all extinction to pry into those taboos.

However, the above threats are not "big problems" at all when faced with the demon summoned by Shadow Council.

The Warlocks who were recruited by Grom Hellscream to help clean up Zangara Marsh almost burned the whole valley in the mountains with evil fire and magic energy in just a few days. The purpose is to build a secret operational base for the Warsong Clan here, so that Grom can station a small but very elite Wolf Rider here.

In this way, as long as Grom leads his Wolf Rider into the hinterland of Talador at a critical moment, then T'uurem Town, currently the focus of Draenei's defense line, will be able to defeat him in one battle!

By that time, Draenei's defensive position in the north of Talador will be torn open by Grom's Warsong Clan battle to create a terrifying gap. mouth, coupled with the main encirclement commanded by Great Chieftain Blackhand himself and the exaggerated air superiority assistance of the Dragonmaw Clan, they were able to push the front line to Shattrath City in an instant.

The technology of Orcs is indeed far inferior to that of Draenei, but their war talent cannot be underestimated.

However, the cleanup of the swamp is still in the final stages. Dragonmaw Clan's flying dragon has not yet sent the necessary supplies. Grom Hellscream and his Wolf Rider will also have to wait until a day or two before they can set up camp here and observe the battlefield to look for opportunities.

The person currently in charge of affairs at Zangara Marsh is surprisingly the leader of Shadow Council, Gul'dan.

But as you can tell with Ogres's smelly toes, Progenitor Warlock, who is so bad that he came to this place where no one can shit, must not only be serving Great Chieftain Blackhand's war and victory.

If he was really that noble, War Horde would have completed the bloodbath against Draenei before Diakum woke up.

At this time, in the Mage Tower ruins left by the ancient Gorian Empire Ogre Shaman, Gul'dan locked himself in the still intact basement, where he built a temporary Fel altar and was "reporting work" to his master.

"As you can see, my master, after you told me that Draenor is the place blessed by "Life Force", I have been looking for things you care about in this barren world, and now, I can finally dedicate my discovery to you with pride."

Gul'dan very humbly put a small jar of unique green stuff into the evil fire in front of the lit altar of Fel, and with the help of sacrifice, sent it to the hands of Corrupted Cenarius who presided over the extinction in the star sea.

But before Cenarius became Great Demon Lord, he was already the outstanding Wild God leader in the Life Force field.

Regarding the creation of Life Force, it has also eaten and seen it. Although it was indeed surprised and curious about some things in the world of Draenor, now Cenarius's attention is entirely on its "hometown" which it has not experienced for a long time.

To be honest, Great Demon Lord would be a little tired of Gul'dan's flattering call.

You Green Skins Orc Warlock just can't count! Didn't you see that this king is busy with business?

I finally found the opportunity to return to my hometown and plan for Dark Titan to seize the great cause of Supreme Star Soul. If you delay this for a long time and the weak bastard the Conqueror seizes the opportunity, can you afford to pay for it?

Of course, Cenarius is a person who has been a leader. He knows very well that it is a good thing for his subordinates to have subjective initiative. And when Gul'dan finds good things, he quickly dedicates them to himself, which proves the loyalty of this Orcs sycophant, although he may not really need these things from the countryside, right?

Wait!

While Gul'dan was waiting patiently, he suddenly saw the flames on the Fel altar suddenly surge, just like Polluter, who had no interest in his audience, suddenly became interested.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, Polluter's unique and powerful astral projection appeared on the light and shadow burned by the evil fire. It held the jar presented to it by Gul'dan in its hand, looked at the things gathered in the jar, and said:

"These spores are so strange!

This is the first time I have seen such an aggressive Life Force creation. Although compared to the remaining ancient wild life in the Draenor world, these are just the echoes after the death of a great thing, but it has indeed been tempered by malice and madness over time into another very valuable thing.

What is this thing called in your place?"

"Red Scourge, my master! The Orcs clan calls it "Scourge". The Ogres were the first to discover it and used it to attack us. Many people regard it as a curse, but in fact it is just a strange plague that will spread among my people."

Gul'dan answered humbly:

"We previously thought it was an unpredictable disease that represented Ancestral Spirit's dissatisfaction, but after receiving the knowledge you gifted me, I quickly figured out the truth about "Red Scourge".

The disease that makes Orcs extremely weak and even distorts his body is spread by these spores.

It is almost impossible to resist, and it cannot be cured or purified by ordinary Shaman spells. Once infected, creatures can only rely on their own Life Force to resist!

Every year, many young Orcs lose their lives due to this disease. Even if they survive, they will become extremely weak and even affect their intelligence. Therefore, in the history of Orcs's civilization, Red Scourge is an extremely terrifying thing."

"No, no, no, no, Gul'dan, my servant, you have only seen the superficial abilities of this spore, but I can see more."

Polluter stretched out his fingers wrapped with burning vines with great interest, and took out some Plague Spores that Gul'dan had extracted with magic from the jar. It looked at them with its former ability as Wild God.

After a moment, Polluter said in a deep voice:

"This spore comes from the Draenor ancient life's enthusiasm for "destruction". Its real ability is "life degradation"! My servant, it will infect all strong life, and constantly strip away their talents and strength, and degrade the biological advantages brought by long evolution into a weak original form.

Let me ask you, will those Orcss infected with "Red Scourge" suffer from muscle atrophy, stooped trunks, mental degradation, and be accompanied by beast-like actions?"

"Yes! Great and wise master, you are absolutely right."

Gul'dan flattered and praised:

"I really can't hide anything from you. Our method of dealing with those infected is very rough. We will just throw them into the wilderness to die! Even the legendary Chieftain is afraid of Red Scourge, which will make them lose their power.

Only Matron Geyah was very kind and couldn't bear to see those abandoned die. She established Garadar on Nagrand at the place where her late husband died. Alas, I wanted to join her before I was chosen by you.

In short, the original Garadar was composed of those Orcs who were infected with Red Scourge. Many Orcs said that Matron Geyah could cure Red Scourge by being blessed by the elements, so many clans sent their infected children and clan members to her.

But I know!

Geyah is a liar!

She couldn't cure Red Scourge at all, and would only pray for the weak elements to protect those patients. Although the protection of the elements would allow those poor people to survive, the mortality rate was still very high.

Even if it is cured, it will still become a useless person. Only those Orcs who are very talented can carry it through with their own Life Force and become stronger as a result."

"Of course. Since it is a degenerate force, you should be rewarded with life after defeating it."

Cenarius said disapprovingly:

"This is how Life Force operates. Survival of the fittest is its law. If you prove your superiority, you will be blessed by Life Force.

Well, I am very satisfied with the Plague Spores you presented, Gul'dan, this spore is very suitable for the Magic Plague power I have, I want to sprinkle it on Azeroth, that world will be full of fear because of this "blessing".

This spore will become Polluter's new weapon, an extremely powerful weapon with full potential.

I will eventually spread it across the sea of stars and let those weak creatures return to their rightful place.

However, you must not only dedicate it to me because of your loyalty, Gul'dan, I guess, you plan to use Red Scourge in the war against Draenei?"

"Yes, my master, to tell you the truth, before dedicating "Red Scourge" to you, I had already conducted experiments on Draenei captives."

Gul'dan laughed sinisterly and said:

"It turns out that Draenei couldn't withstand the raging epidemic. The captives turned into very strange things in a short period of time. They had short limbs, stooped bodies, twisted spines, and blind eyes, as if they had changed from the tall Talbuk to the weak Hyena Lizardmen. They even had weird tentacles growing on their bodies, like insects.

But I am worried that Red Scourge is too slow to take effect on Draenei, and not every Draenei can be infected.

If this spore will become your weapon, then perhaps you can grant your humble servant the honor of being the first to wield Magic Plague?

I know that it is your mission to hunt down the Eredar clan, and I am very willing to help your servants take down Auchindoun Sanctuary without any blood in the battle of Talador!"

"Very good, it's such a loyal suggestion. I'm becoming more and more optimistic about you, Gul'dan."

Polluter nodded with satisfaction, waved its hands and said:

"Wait patiently, I need some time to transform this Plague Spores, but I will soon give it to you as a weapon to execute Draenei. However, your world can actually produce such a strange Life Force creation. It seems that I still underestimated Draenor.

I'll give you another task, Gul'dan!

Go find it!

Go find the Life Force creations that your world has preserved from ancient times, and find the Heart of Life hidden in your world that is pulsing.

That is the "wild nature" heart that is rare in the entire galaxy. If you can find it and dedicate it to me, then regardless of whether you can complete the important task of bloodbath Draenor, I will promote you immediately!

I will personally Demon Ascension for you."

"Ah, this is such a great honor, my master. I immediately sent someone to look for it. I guess that thing must be in the Gorgrond wilderness, which is full of mysterious power."

Gul'dan knelt down and worshiped in front of the altar of Fel, cursed and swore that he would definitely complete the mission given by Polluter. This made Polluter very satisfied, and he interrupted the visit after a few words.

Progenitor Warlock was also extremely excited at this moment.

He didn't expect that he could get such a generous gift from Polluter by just offering a can of Plague Spores. It seemed that the things hidden in his world were very unusual, and even Polluter wanted them so much.

But if that's the case

Gul'dan narrowed his eyes, and he suddenly felt that as Orcs, who was born in Draenor, he might be more qualified to inherit that hidden power than Polluter?

Huh, such arrogant thoughts only stayed in Orc Warlock's mind for less than ten seconds before being dispelled.

Gul'dan knows very well that he is not qualified to play such tricks in front of Polluter now. He can even guess that in his Shadow Council, there may be other minions selected by Polluter. He is the most suitable but not the One.

Alas, these smart Greater Demon are really troublesome to serve.

You said you just need to train your muscles as a demon, but why train your brain? Isn't this just causing trouble for Warlocks?

So annoying!

Gul'dan complained in his heart, but fortunately Polluter gave him a clear mission goal and generous rewards. Considering that this guy had some credibility before, Progenitor Warlock decided to send someone to look for it.

He then walked out of the basement and returned to his tent, intending to continue to learn the profound Fel knowledge from Twisting Nether. As the leader of Shadow Council, he must ensure that he is always stronger than his servants, otherwise his status will soon be unstable.

But he probably overused his brain today. Gul'dan soon became drowsy while reading the knowledge that made him feel wonderful, and at a certain moment, he actually lay down in front of his desk and fell asleep.

"Gul'dan Gul'dan. The bunch you fear Holy Radiance is about to leave Talador. Seize the opportunity"

The faint call echoed in Orc Warlock's dream, like a hand that touched his vicious heartstrings, causing Gul'dan to wake up in an instant.

He couldn't understand how Warlock like himself could suddenly fall asleep while studying magic?

But the strange call in the dream still caught Gul'dan's attention. He could not confirm whether it was an illusion caused by his excessive fear of Diakum. However, when Gul'dan raised his hand, he was surprised to find that there was a strange thing in the grimoire in his hand.

Gul'dan had a gloomy face, narrowed his eyes, picked up the thing and put it in front of his eyes.

A delicate violet emblem, made of unknown metal, on the back of the emblem is a lifelike starlight raven.

No matter who put this strange thing in his hand, it meant that at that moment, the other party had the ability to kill him easily, but the other party did not do so.

For Warlock, this means that the other party has shown "sincerity".

"Ah, this world is really going to be destroyed!"

Gul'dan cursed in a low voice:

"First it was Annihilator, and then it was the damn weird raven. All the weird monsters and monsters jumped out. Why do I feel like I am being pushed around by you like a plaything? But if Diakum really leaves Talador at this time.

Well, I can't tell how long he's been gone, but now that I have the Red Scourge spores given by Greater Demon, maybe I can use it to set a trap?

Ah, what if Draenei, which is as powerful as Diakum, can also be "degenerated" into the miserable Broken form.

Tsk tsk, it's worth looking forward to, it's worth looking forward to!"

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Progenitor Warlock used the outstanding evil ideas in his mind to outline a vicious plan in a very short time, but just when he was about to implement it, he suddenly found a strange shadow appearing behind him.

That's not the shadow of Orcs, it's more slender.

That's not the shadow of Draenei, it's shorter.

It's not like the shadow of Fel Elves's subordinates under Polluter, it's more compact.

Draenor There is no such creature in the world!

Gul'dan was shocked. He immediately realized that he might have fallen into a "serial trap", but the fact that the other party could play with him showed that the other party was much stronger than him.

Well, there is absolutely nothing wrong with kneeling down first when encountering this kind of situation.

"This lord."

he said.

"I haven't allowed you to speak yet, Orcs."

Gul'dan An incomprehensible language sounded behind him.

It was a man's voice, elegant and easy-going, with a hint of the style and tone that a big man should have. He had never heard of this language, but Gul'dan found that he could completely understand the meaning of this language.

This must be some kind of "Mind Magic" that he can't understand.

"Corrupted Cenarius gave you a promise and made your heart happy. However, you may not realize that what it makes you look for is more valuable than the desire it expresses. It is a mystery related to the gods in the stars, which cannot be grasped by mortals like you.

But there is one thing Polluter did not lie to you.

The Heart of Life hidden in the wilderness of Gorgrond and Evergrowth Woods is definitely a rare object in the entire star sea. This proves that your world, which is weak in my eyes, is not ordinary. Well, I rarely saw it wrong. It is really a strange experience.

If I still have time, I will definitely spend many years figuring out its mystery.

Unfortunately, there is not so much time left.

You and I are gone."

The figure standing behind Gul'dan was walking around. He looked at Progenitor Warlock's pitiful "collections" in a casual and gentlemanly manner, and said to Gul'dan, who was sitting there without daring to move, in the tone of a friend chatting:

"Have you ever considered your future? Gul'dan, after you helped Great Chieftain Blackhand bloodbath Draenor, and after you found its desire for Polluter, have you ever considered how you will continue to exist in the future?"

Gul'dan did not answer the call.

On the one hand, he wanted to remain cautious, but on the other hand, he felt that this question was somewhat boring.

Isn't it visible to the naked eye what your future will be like?

He was promoted to a demon demigod for his achievements in destroying the world, joined Burning Legion to become a destroyer, and roamed among the stars to enjoy endless glory and eternal life.

What?

For a mortal, isn't this ending perfect enough?

"Haha, that's really short-sighted and stupid."

Gul'dan The person behind seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.

He let out a few contemptuous laughs, then stretched out his hand and put it on Gul'dan's shoulder. Warlock glanced at it and found that the well-maintained pair of fingers were wearing a purple raven ring on his fingers, which were very luxurious and full of mystery.

"Listen to me, the power of the devil is only one of the six forces in the stars, and embracing Fel for a long time will damage your wisdom. The most important thing is, what will happen even if you complete Demon Ascension?

Diakum, who is paid attention to and blessed by the Force like Oathsworn, will chase you until the end of the stars. There are many paladins as fanatical as him in the star sea. Demonic demigods are not as noble as you think.

In the background of Force Conflict, they are just high-level cannon fodder.

If you decide to take this path of slavery, then in the end you will only be a slave of strength.

But your talent doesn't stop at this step. Maybe you can try

Become the master of power?"

He laughed.

He didn't hide his confusion at all. With his fingers tapping on Gul'dan's shoulders, one picture after another was cleverly inserted into Gul'dan's mind.

That is the scenery of another world.

This mysterious man allowed Gul'dan to see magical objects one after another that he had never dared to imagine, various artifacts that remained in the history of another world, and various truths that had been summarized and accumulated in a more magnificent time.

Any one of them can transform a mortal into a powerful hero in an instant, even with the power to fight against fate.

Gul'dan's breathing became rapid.

Especially when the "friend" behind him poured magical knowledge that he could not understand into his mind in a teaching manner, Gul'dan could be sure that this guy was definitely on the same level as Polluter.

As for his understanding of "truth", I'm afraid Polluter is on par with him or even worse.

At the end of this "bewitchment", the mysterious visitor showed Gul'dan a tomb hidden under the sea of another world.

Suspended in that deep tomb is a Fel holy staff full of corruption, magnificence and mystery, an orb containing endless divine power that can easily tear apart the world, and the most exaggerated "divine body" bound in the shadows!

That is the Mortal realm body used by the "True God".

"Oh my God, my God!"

When the mysterious man retracted his finger, Gul'dan had already collapsed on the ground, and Progenitor Warlock's eyes were immersed in the illusion of power just now.

He knew it was deception.

But he can't resist! That's his greedy nature!

Just like when faced with Polluter's initial solicitation, Gul'dan fell into the temptation of power without any hesitation.

"I have left some knowledge for you, which can help you open a door to my world."

The voice said:

"I cannot yet judge the outcome of your war with Draenei, but if you and your Great Chieftain cannot deal with a troublesome guy like Diakum who is determined to fight against fate, then your defeat is a high probability outcome.

Vigilant is racing against time to do something far greater than your war. Even I have learned from his series of actions how to correctly unite scattered allies.

I have to admit that that big golden man has wisdom and foresight as exaggerated as his muscles.

War Horde may fail, but you still have another use in my eyes, so, Gul'dan, before the worst result comes, cast that door. Take your demon blood Warriors to another world.

Continue your conquest there."

"But why?"

Gul'dan felt the figure leaving behind him, and he asked:

"Those should be your compatriots, right? Why do you want Demon Blood Horde to torture them? Are you crazy? Or do you have a grudge against them?"

"No, I just"

The voice stopped, sighed and said:

"I just faced something that I had to make a decision about. A real threat is coming, but my people are immersed in ignorant peace, and my world is allowed to enjoy the false prosperity brought by long-term peace. It will be difficult for it to return to the glorious moment it once was.

I want to help it!

But I alone cannot change the direction of my destiny. There is a high probability that I will fail and eventually be captured by the darkness that has always shrouded me, resulting in an extremely miserable ending.

But.

destiny

I still want to see if I can shake it.

It is not only hard-hearted persuasion and guidance that can bring about unity, but war and destruction as well! And you are the pointers I use to shape unity.

Of course you won't want to.

But it's just a tool, as long as it's easy to use, no one cares what you think, as long as you can accomplish your goals!

It's time for you to wake up, Gul'dan.

Don't let me down."

"Huh?"

Orc Warlock's eyes widened, and then he woke up.

He looked around his tent blankly. There was no one here, as if he had just had a terrifying dream. But when he lowered his head, he saw the violet raven badge in his hand, which made Gul'dan's hair stand up at this moment.

But then, Progenitor Warlock burst out laughing.

This is not false.

Those promises and those artifacts are not fake!

Yes!

He will be used by another mysterious strong man, but what does it matter?

Only waste will not be used by others!

I only care about whether I can get rewards that match my efforts.

Yes!

Maybe I no longer have to be the slave of power. Just as the generous mysterious man promised, I may try to be the master of power!

Gul'dan rubbed his forehead and searched for the message left by the "Lord" among the exquisite knowledge he had been given. He quickly found the key knowledge. After reading it repeatedly, the cunning Warlock stood up. He walked out of the camp and looked at the ruins of Zangara Marsh that were filled with the smell of sulfur.

He whispered:

"Dark Portal. Azeroth Okay! Very good! Sir, please wait patiently. I will go to the appointment."