No Matter Who Opposes the Army of the Light and the Illidari, the Burning Legion Will Back Them Up

Gul'dan I didn't expect that the results of my slanderous remarks would be so "outstanding".

He did successfully get rid of the two High Overseer who had been secretly blocking Shadow Council from taking power in one go, and successfully implanted doubts in Blackhand's mind about these two guys, Orgrim and Eitrigg.

But he didn't expect that this "spiritual bewitchment" would be too successful, and he didn't expect that those two products actually came with "Deathrattle".

When they were removed, they were also taken away in a wave.

Damn it, the Shadow Council that I worked so hard to create was taken under the direct control of Blackhand, and the Stormreaver Clan that I spent a lot of time training was also taken into the hands of this piece of shit Zuluhed who was watching the show.

To sum up, the final winner of today's "tear war" is actually Zuluhed, a guy who has always been an OB on the edge and just watching the show.

Even Zuluhed himself did not expect that after Gul'dan worked so hard in political struggle, he would end up being hit on the head by a pie falling from the sky.

"Oh, don't be so sad. You are the great Progenitor Warlock. What does this lost posture look like? Come on, have a drink."

When Zuluhed personally drove his mighty and domineering dragon leader Lord Leshorn to send Gul'dan back to Tanaan Jungle, he very hypocritically comforted Gul'dan who was full of anger on the wide saddle.

The old Warlock, who was almost as cunning as Gul'dan, handed the water bag filled with fine wine to Gul'dan and said:

"You don't have to worry that I will annex the Stormreaver Clan that you worked so hard to build. I will only take care of them and return them to you when you are reinstated.

No matter what others say, Gul'dan, I personally will definitely remember your kindness.

Without your support in joining Shadow Council, without your support in the development and growth of the Dragonmaw Clan, my clan and I would still be struggling to earn a living guarding our ancestral land on the border of Gorgrond. Zha, of course, there is nothing wrong with guarding the glorious ancestral land, but becoming the Chieftain and commander-in-chief of Shadow Council and War Horde obviously means the world is brighter for me.

This is all your favor.

My people and I will never give up on you just because of your temporary loss of power."

"Oh, then I really want to thank you."

Gul'dan took the wine bag and carefully checked that there was nothing inappropriate in it. Then he took a sip and replied in a strange way.

He looked at the lush jungle below but with withered trees due to the spread of Fel. Progenitor Warlock said in a gloomy tone:

"As long as you don't forget our original intention of forming Shadow Council, Zuluhed, don't really think that you can get everything by following Blackhand. If you are willing to be someone else's dog, then you are not a qualified Warlock.

You!"

He pointed at Zuluhed's chest and said:

"Don't forget who is the lord of us Warlock.

Polluter is watching us. This life-and-death battle between War Horde and K'ure Alliance is just a drama used by Polluter for fun. Everything that happens in this sad world is just a prelude to a more grand war.

I tell you the truth, Zuluhed, I didn't lie about the portal that I personally supervised. It leads to another new world full of power and power. Do you know what's the best thing?

That is the "hometown" of Polluter."

Gul'dan lowered his voice and said to Zuluhed:

"Burning Legion suffered a failure there. This incident alone is enough to show the mystery and power of that world. Draenor is too small. This place cannot accommodate our brilliant ambitions, but that world can.

There is a lot of power there waiting for you and me to seize. As long as we are lucky enough, we can even gain power that is superior to the demons!

But I have the final say on who can pass through that door, so you'd better not have any thoughts about my clan. In addition, you must guard against Blackhand messing around and completely destroying our carefully built Shadow Council.

That savage, rude, brainless idiot has no idea how to use the power of Warlock correctly.

The most important thing is, Zuluhed, you have enough wisdom to predict the direction of this war. Facing the increasingly powerful K'ure Alliance, Blackhand's War Horde really may not be able to win. We have to leave a way out for ourselves, right?"

"Well, what's more, even if Blackhand wins, this world that will eventually be completely filled with Fel will have no future!"

Zuluhed squinted his eyes, took a big sip of wine himself, and said:

"I don't want to guard a dying world full of bones and eventually die in any cemetery. Washing the world with blood and sacrificing the world are just a means for us to complete Demon Ascension, not the goal.

Haha, let those violent and brainless Warriors shout for glory and die. In the blood and death they spilled, we, Warlock, will be able to board the road of Demon Ascension.

Okay, Gul'dan!

I will take back those thoughts I shouldn't have, but remember to take one with you when you step into that rich new world."

"How can it be done with just the two of us?"

Gul'dan shook his head and said:

"If we want to capture the city there and realize our ambitions, we must have an extremely powerful army. Yes! Blackhand created such an army for us.

If he wins, if he really washes the world with blood, then we will go there with these beasts the Butcher whose minds are full of destruction, and just like before, we will hide in the shadow of Great Chieftain and control the Horde tank.

If he loses.

Haha, the losing Chieftain is worse than a dog!

Draenei will never let him go as the culprit, and by then the leaderless Horde will naturally need a smarter and more powerful leader. They will need a second Great Chieftain. Felblood Orcs, who are already desperate at Draenor, need someone to guide them to a beautiful new world where they can avoid liquidation.

Look!

This is the way Warlock lives, no matter who loses or wins, we will never be losers."

"Yes, yes, you led us into this path, but you are still teaching us tirelessly, Gul'dan. I couldn't find such a good sage and mentor as you even if I held a lantern."

Zuluhed flattered me a bit, but Gul'dan didn't talk to me at all.

What rank are you in?

Just imitate me and instill flattery into Blackhand's heart?

Do you have this strength?

If you have this time, why not learn a few more Fel spells?

Don't ride around flying around in the air with your flying dragons all day long, it's useless!

If you Shadow Council's Warlock's really work half as hard as the Holy Light fanatics over there at Diakum's side, would I still have to do this kind of dirty work myself?

Even the Fel magic dragon had to be prayed to by Polluter in person before it could be given to me. Even the priests of Black Wolf God couldn't stop the rise in the War Horde system. Everyone who stepped on the horse was a waste!

Gul'dan was filled with complaints.

But this is understandable. He really didn't expect that empty-headed guy Blackhand to be able to play this trick today. It seems that he underestimated Blackhand. But thinking about it conversely, since Blackhand was watched by the wolf spirit, this Great Chieftain has become more and more resistant to his "flattery offensive", and he is becoming more and more clever.

Hiss.

Could it be that Annihilator Lycantos really brought some kind of "wisdom enlightenment" to Orcs?

No!

Everyone is Polluter's lackadaisical person, why do you, Black Wolf, take the initiative to start fights in the nest? You raised Blackhand's IQ. Isn't this a bad thing for me?

At this moment, Gul'dan realized that the appearance of Black Wolf Spirit might cause bad things in the future.

But he doesn't have many good ways to stop this now. Orcs's wolf-oriented nature has destined Black Wolf Spirit to control them far better than himself. Now the demon wolves under Lycantos have begun to mate with Orcs's Dire Wolf on a large scale.

Compared to the pitiful improvement brought by Gul'dan, Wolf Spirit can easily increase Horde's war potential by several levels just by letting its pups unleash their reproductive instincts.

After all, every Orcs, even a humble peon, has his own lame wolf.

The wolf cubs born by Dire Wolf are stronger and wilder than before, not to mention that Wolf Spirit Priest is an expert at controlling wolves, and those werewolves lurking in the darkness currently only listen to Blackhand's orders, and they have a tendency to replace Shattered Hand Clan as the eyes and ears of Horde.

But it's really strange that Kargath turned a blind eye to this. What on earth is that sadist Shattered Hand Clan doing?

"All kinds of troubles emerged at the beginning of the war. If I hadn't used Red Scourge to weaken the wave of the K'ure Alliance in advance, I don't know how Blackhand would have lost this wave."

Gul'dan landed near his "altar" full of complaints.

There used to be a sacrificial place for the Bleeding Hollow Clan, but now the trees have been cut down by Blood Ring hard laborers in chains, and the clumsy Ogres moved stones, and Arakkoa slaves carved words on them.

Gul'dan is obviously going to build a huge "door".

This can be seen from the already formed base, and it is actually not far from the war fortress built by Blackhand.

"Not long ago, a Arakkoa shadow sage who lost his wings came to join us."

Zuluhed sent Gul'dan to the ground, and followed Gul'dan to take a closer look at the door being cast. Before taking off and returning, he reported to Gul'dan:

"That guy's name is Eska. He used to have a high reputation among Fallen Arakkoa and was a collaborator of Claw Pseudo-King Aegis. However, he now hates Draenei. It is said that it is because of Vigilant personally killed its wife, Sun Cult's fanatical sage Viryx, and it was unwilling to admit that Terokk, who was Lightforging, was the king of Arakkoa.

In short, I allow it to join Shadow Council with its followers."

"This kind of person with hatred is the most suitable candidate to follow the path of Warlock. Its control of shadows can bring us more power. Losing its wings is not a big problem at all! Let it pray to Polluter."

Gul'dan waved his hands and said:

"Polluter's blessing will only make it grow wings, and maybe it can make the group of Fallen Arakkoa return to the noble posture they dream of. Haha, since the light Arakkoa is on the opposite side, then the darkness Arakkoa will naturally be their opponent.

That's the realm of the sky, it's your realm, I won't interfere.

Go, Zuluhed, serve our Great Chieftain and help him win.

I will work quietly here for the future that awaits me."

"That's really troublesome for you, Gul'dan, I will say a few good words for you."

Zuluhed said a hypocritical farewell and took off on his majestic and powerful magic dragon. However, when Zuluhed was thinking about how to receive Gul'dan "Legacy" when leaving the foundry, the magic dragon carrying him suddenly spoke in Orcish:

"That door is not Fel's spell, it's Arcane Magic! Gul'dan betrayed Burning Legion, and he found a new "friend"."

"Huh?"

Zuluhed was startled, and he exclaimed:

"Can you talk?"

"Haha, do you really think that Nightmare Dragon and I are stupid chimeras who can't even think in this pathetic world of yours?"

The demon dragon leader Lord Leshorn said in a sarcastic tone:

"My existence is much nobler than that of lower-level beings like you. If this trip was not His Majesty Eranikus's will, would I allow a lowly person like you to ride on me?"

But that's nothing, it's just a collaboration.

I just told you that Gul'dan betrayed Burning Legion. That door does lead to Azeroth, which is our hometown, but Polluter did not give him an order to bring Orcs into Azeroth.

This is a "lonely" operation by Gul'dan. If Polluter knows about it, his shameless soul will be thrown into the Magic Plague crucible and boiled for at least ten thousand years."

"Then should I make a Justice Cleave and loyalty report? The powerful dragon."

Zuluhed rolled his eyes and asked humbly:

"Can you give me a suggestion?"

"No, why bother telling Polluter these little things? It has too many things to worry about. Don't add more pressure to its already precarious mind."

Lord Leshorn said in a casual tone:

"Polluter is busy competing with the Conqueror for the right to invade Azeroth. They have already made trouble with Argus. The hypocritical the Shaper is trying to mediate, but in fact it is secretly instigating the two sides to fight more fiercely. The final decision will be made by the Supreme God himself, but it probably won't be too long.

At this time, the scandal of Polluter's servants betraying Burning Legion will undoubtedly bring disgrace to its face."

"Ah? Is the competition within the Burning Legion so fierce? Isn't this too complicated? Do you even have to fight for the opportunity to invade the world?"

Zuluhed was taken aback, but then he was despised by his own dragon and said:

"You who were born in a small world simply don't understand Azeroth's status in the eyes of the true gods, let alone Dark Titan's desire for Him. Whoever can complete this thing will receive supreme glory.

Oh, you don't understand even after I said it. Don't think about these big things that will burn out your brain.

I just remind you, Zuluhed, just like Gul'dan was selected by Polluter, you, a guy who is naturally good at controlling dragons, also got lucky, Nightmare Tyrant noticed you.

I came here this time to convey a message to you.

The outcome of the war in the Draenor world is meaningless, but you must seize the opportunity to go to Azeroth, where an artifact is waiting for you!

You must get it, use it, and accomplish a great deed for Nightmare Tyrant, thereby saving our poor compatriots from the tyranny of Titan.

Our queen Ysera must wake up from the dream of order of Titan, and she will eventually be free! But if you disappoint us, I can assure you that the ending you will get is countless times more tragic than the death you imagined."

"Ah? You asked me to ignore Polluter's order?"

After all, Zuluhed was not as courageous as Gul'dan. He said cautiously:

"But isn't Polluter the superior of Nightmare Tyrant? What? Do you dragons also want to defeat the superior?"

"Stupid!"

Lord Leshorn sarcastically said in a lazy tone:

"We fell into Fel earlier than Polluter embraced Twisting Nether. His Majesty Eranikus made a deal with the extremely bad the Shaper in War of the Ancients.

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Our fall is for a greater "salvation"!

Oh, Fel or life, they are just tools to achieve the goal. Just like you are walking on the Fel road, but if you cannot understand where your desires are and blindly embrace Fel, then your final outcome will be that your brain will be burned out by Fel and you will become an incorrigible thug.

The Force is a means and a tool! They are never an end.

Oh, you don't really think that Annihilator Lycantos came to Draenor to help you conquer, do you? How did you become Warlock? Every participant in this war has his own plans and plots.

Forget it, your brain is not suitable for thinking about this. I will teach you the faster and more powerful dragon control technique in a while. Do you want to learn it?"

"Of course! I am Warlock, the magic dragon. I am willing to accept all power and knowledge. But what about Annihilator? Please elaborate?"

"Are you the famous Gul'dan?"

The gentle voice asked in Ancient Eredar with a Mac'Aree accent. At this moment, Gul'dan, who felt like ten thousand Gronns were rushing past, was so aggrieved that he couldn't even say a word.

He really doesn't know what happened to him recently?

Why do we encounter bad things so often?

Does doing too many bad things really affect one's luck? Warlock It's impossible to do nothing, right?

As soon as this Zuluhed walked away, he returned to the tent and had not even opened his favorite grimoire when he jumped out and stepped forward, six Dreadlord pressed him down on the chair.

The leader folded his dark green wings and looked at him up and down with a sinister gaze. This guy was clearly a demon demigod!

This makes Gul'dan resist like a chicken!

Facing the gentle questioning of the big blue demon who was placed on the table and slowly rotated, projecting a grimoire in his hand and a skull suspended next to him, Gul'dan was covered in cold sweat.

He didn't know who the aura-filled Eredar Greater Demon was in front of him, but he knew that if he said the wrong thing at this time, his life would be in danger.

Not bad

He is a Warlock.

In this situation, Warlock is undoubtedly the one with the highest survival probability among all professions.

"Yes, sir, I am Gul'dan, a humble apprentice of Warlock."

Gul'dan responded in his own Talador accented Draenei:

"May I ask your name?"

"Oh, you are quite polite. It is in sharp contrast to your rough appearance. I like polite people very much. It would be better if you were more intelligent. This will prevent me from wasting my time."

The big blue guy in front of me laughed.

It looked at Gul'dan across the distant sea of stars, especially Gul'dan's eyes. Even though it was just a projection of the sea of stars in front of him, the moment the two people's eyes met, Gul'dan was horrified to find that his memory was rising up uncontrollably.

That was the big man in front of me browsing his life.

But Mind Magic, who should have been in extreme pain, was now as gentle as the caress of a mother's fingers. This was enough to prove that the person in front of him was the "Burning Legion Power" that Gul'dan could never offend.

"A dark soul born out of despair and grief. Your evil, spite and cruelty are acquired, but your greed and hypocrisy are innate. These are beautiful qualities that can enable you to accomplish great things.

Well, today is a lucky day, kids, I found another piece of beautiful jade for our master."

The big blue guy was in a good mood, so he waved his hands and made an elegant Ancient Eredar spellcaster etiquette, and said:

"My Sarkir, thanks to the respect of my colleagues in Xinghai, you will always call me "The Shaper"."

"Ah?!"

Gul'dan's legs began to tremble.

He has heard of the name the Shaper, and also knows that Polluter, whom he is currently loyal to, was single-handedly guided by the Shaper to become Greater Demon. Compared with the "rank" of the guy in front of him on the road to Fel, Polluter is an out-and-out "youngster".

"Excuse me. What can I do for you?"

Gul'dan gritted his teeth and asked.

This "pragmatic" attitude made Sarkir very satisfied. Its fingers tapped the armrest of the throne rhythmically and said:

"Of course it's important.

I just got some bad news. The annoying Army of the Light and the admirable Illidari are preparing for a support due to changes in the world. The destination of both of them is your world.

Little Draenor is so blessed.

Although the influence of the void here has been dispelled by my old friend Diakum, this world obviously has to bear a heavier responsibility, and it has been involved in the boundless battlefield of Force Conflict.

Now you are all Warrior.

Polluter That radical antlered man wants to return to his hometown at this important moment. It's really disappointing Recklessness, but I guess he will get what he wants, but Draenor's matter cannot be left alone.

Once the support of Army of the Light and Illidari arrives, no matter how great your advantages are, they will all be turned into powder in an instant, so I want to provide support to your War Horde in a private name.

I have mobilized a real demon Burning Legion from the Conqueror for you, led by three demigods, who can enter your world at any time.

Summon them at critical moments, Gul'dan.

If possible, end this battle before annoying reinforcements arrive.

In addition, I already know that you were summoned by some kind of power and are establishing Dark Portal."

"Listen to my explanation! Please listen to my explanation!"

Gul'dan yelled with cold sweat on his head:

"I can explain, I didn't betray"

"Well done!"

"Huh?"

Under Gul'dan's astonished gaze, the Shaper stood up from the throne, clapped his hands and said to Orcs's Progenitor Warlock:

"You did a great job, Gul'dan.

You obviously have some kind of keen instinct, able to capture important information in a short period of time and make the right decision, just like this time! After you were seduced by Astral Mage Medivh, you immediately threw yourself into this major undertaking. I appreciate this kind of desperate decision-making.

But why should it be considered a "betrayal"?

You don't know Medivh's other identity at all, otherwise you will only feel glorious for your correct decision. My child, you have clung to the most glorious thigh in a daze.

Fate is so generous to you, and your luck is so good that even a devil like me feels jealous.

Finish shaping it as soon as possible!

If you can, take the destruction Warriors you can bring with you and step into that world. Don't worry, that's what you should do.

Of course, you are nominally a follower of Polluter. In today's strict factional Burning Legion system, I am not qualified to give you orders directly, so you can choose to reject my suggestion."

"No, I don't have any choice."

Gul'dan broke free from the shackles of Dreadlord, raised his bone staff with both hands, and said loudly:

"There is always only one choice for me! I will be loyal to you! Polluter is a powerful demon monarch, but its behavior is not in harmony with ours. I can taste Vigilant's resentment and hatred for you from Diakum's execution of me.

He said that the person I am now is very similar to the person I was then.

I trust the judgment of those fanatics on this matter!

I was born to follow a leader like you, yes, just as you are Progenitor Warlock of Eredar, I am also Progenitor Warlock of Orcs.

This is fate, the Shaper!

Please accept my allegiance!"

"Look, children, look how well this Gul'dan can talk. He has keenly captured the complex bond between me and Diakum. He knows that saying Dick's name at this time will make me look at him differently."

The Shaper showed a satisfied smile and said:

"Okay, okay, then I will accept you, but I am different from Polluter. I always have strict requirements on my subordinates, so I will give you a trial, my apprentice Gul'dan."

Sarkir stopped and said to Gul'dan:

"Forget about Draenor's war.

Since you choose to follow me, all victories and defeats in this sea of stars will no longer be meaningful to you.

I need you to bring the child Dick into Azeroth when you open Dark Portal.

His overly lofty Consecration desires and courage have caused him to waste too much time in this small world. He believes that this world is worth saving, but he does not understand that Azeroth is the stage left for him to truly perform.

Take him to his destined place, son."

The Shaper rubbed his chin and said:

"If you can complete this trial, I will give you the power of a "king"! Yes, just like I rewrote the fate of Cenarius, I will not hesitate to give you a share of glory.

If you really want it."

In the background of Gul'dan bowing down, the Shaper waved his hands and ordered Dreadlord:

"Tichondrius, you personally protect my apprentice, ensure that he can survive until the moment of "destiny opens", and ensure that he can complete this apprenticeship trial. For the great cause of our master, I ask you to do your best!"

"Yes, distinguished the Shaper."

The cunning Dreadlord laughed gloomily and said:

"Although being in the same world as "Light Butcher" scares me so much that my wings tremble, but if this is your order, then I will do my best for the great cause of my master!

But I have a small suggestion for you, the Shaper, regarding the demon Burning Legion seconded from the Conqueror, since you plan to give Diakum a "gift", then why not make the surprise bigger?"

"Oh? Indeed, but what do you suggest?"

"Let our Doom Lord Kazzak lead the troops!

What I mean is that if Kazzak finally avenges his humiliation in the third duel with Diakum, then it can bring back Diakum's scorching soul for you; but if Kazzak makes no progress in ten thousand years, we can also eliminate the weak servants of the supreme Lord Sargeras.

As far as I know, the strange staff in Diakum's hand also requires Kazzak's soul to reach perfection.

You see, no matter who loses or wins, you and I can see a perfect showdown."

"Well, interesting, that's right! Tichondrius, your magical brain circuit can always give me these amazing jobs. I'm really more and more satisfied with you subordinates who stir up trouble everywhere.

With you, a group of sleeping dragons and phoenixes, there is no need for us to worry about accomplishing our great cause."