Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 173 70. Well, just like flies finding a toilet, like-minded souls can always play together.

"Bah! You bastard Orgrim, you actually dared to tie me up and burn me like firewood. And Zuluhed, you bastard! You betrayed me! Twice! I'm so blind."

Cursing sounds echoed from the shadows of the Black Swamp.

The miserable Grand Warlock Gul'dan trudged through the muddy pit, one step deep and one step shallow, leaning on his evil bone staff.

His entire body was covered in blood, with almost no intact skin left, as if he had been thrown into a storm of sharp blades and had been severely twisted several times.

In addition to the physical injuries, what tormented Gul'dan even more was the uncontrollable weakness in his body. He and the unfortunate great demon had been tied up by Orgrim to be used as "energy batteries" for the Dark Portal. They should have been miserably drained of their energy when the portal across the world was opened.

But the solar bombardment jointly carried out by Mar'gok and Terokk destroyed the gate that was not completely built, and accidentally saved Gul'dan's life.

He watched helplessly as the great Eredar demon was burned to ashes in the solar bombardment, causing Gul'dan to choose the safest place to hide immediately after escaping. He fled to an outpost on the edge of the orc fortress.

He designed this fortress for Chief Blackhand, so he knew exactly where it was most solid.

This hiding place allowed Gul'dan to survive the most dangerous moment without any danger, and he was the first one to escape after the city fell into the Black Swamp.

The First Warlock knew very well that if he dared to show his head in the war tribe now ruled by Orgrim, he would die.

Many orcs who had been harmed by him were willing to be his executioners for free.

But fortunately, when Gul'dan had contact with Medivh before, the powerful and mysterious celestial mage imprinted the location of his mage tower "Karazhan" into Gul'dan's mind. Compared with the greenskins in the fortress who were still in a state of chaos, Gul'dan had a great advantage!

As the evil-minded Primordial Warlock trudged through the filthy swamp, he had already made his next plan in his mind.

He had to reach Karazhan before Orgrim.

Yes!

Medivh spent such a huge price to bring the orcs from Draenor to Azeroth, and the star mage would never give up on them easily. Medivh needed to control the orcs to fulfill his desire, which was destined to be a very grand vision. Medivh had invited himself before.

If I take the initiative to seek refuge now and use my dark thinking as a warlock, I might even be valued.

The most important thing is that Shaper Sachir completed everything he asked him to do!
Although the process was different from what he had planned, you see, the orcs were sent to Azeroth, and the hateful Diak'um was also sent here. He had already fulfilled the requirements of the great demon lord, and he deserved a reward.

Gul'dan knew exactly what he needed most right now.

A safe hiding place where I could recover quickly from embarrassing weakness.

A magical place where one can contact the Great Demon Lord to claim a reward for themselves.

A new system that allows you to unleash your abilities and take revenge on those hateful guys.

The best part is that Medivh's Mage Tower meets all three conditions at the same time. He only needs to go north across this vast dark swamp and then take the "Headwind Path" to reach the Karazhan Tower where Medivh is.

"Haha, let you be proud for now, Orgrim and Zuluhed. I'll let you have a peaceful life for two days, and then we'll settle the score!"

The Grand Warlock muttered to himself in a sinister tone, then raised his hand to cast Life Drain, drawing a ball of vitality from a nearby swamp crocodile hiding in the mud and trying to attack him, replenishing a little bit of insignificant energy for his dry body.

The feeling of killing makes the warlock addicted.

But Gul'dan was an outstanding evil being after all. He did not indulge his desire to absorb, and spared the frightened beasts in the surrounding swamps. He only bewitched a ferocious swamp tiger to use as his means of transportation.

This swamp is huge!
According to the map of Azeroth engraved in Gul'dan's memory, the Black Swamp alone is as large as the Tanaan Jungle. This world is an absolute "super world".

There are three land masses as large as Draenor in this world, and countless smaller archipelagos.

This is just the world that the adventurers and sea merchants and pirates of Azeroth have discovered so far. There must be more continents hidden in the Endless Sea for various reasons!

The rural orcs of Draenor simply could not understand what a magnificent planet they had come to. Blackhand's so-called great conquest was nothing more than a "principality fight" in front of the famous leaders of various ethnic groups in the history of Azeroth.

correct!

And those artifacts!

The artifacts that Medivh used to seduce himself
Even though Gul'dan had just escaped from a difficult situation, the Grand Warlock's chest couldn't help but rise with pride when he thought of the artifacts buried all over the world waiting for him to take them.

The experience in Draenor was shameful but not a failure!

He comforted himself so much.

As such an outstanding warlock, I should be able to show my talents in Azeroth, a great place. This is the stage that truly suits me.

Gul'dan let out a resounding laugh, and the evil aura scared away several birds perched on the swamp bushes. In this damn noise, the warlock suddenly moved his shoulders and looked around uncomfortably.

Just now, he seemed to feel a pair of eyes staring at him.

In the shadow of a bush more than 20 meters away from Gul'dan, Garona shrank her body and tried to reduce her presence. She cursed the dog warlock in her heart for being so perceptive. She almost let him sense her because she couldn't control her murderous intent for a moment.

It was pure luck that she met Gul'dan.

When the city fell, Garona was not in the main city area, but was fighting with a corrupted greenskin swordsman in the outer sentry tower. She killed the other party by taking advantage of the shock of the falling sentry post. She had just left there and happened to meet Gul'dan fleeing in this direction.

Garona hated Gul'dan to the core.

She dreamed of killing this evil bastard who almost ruined her. She had planned to go out quickly to find her mother or go to the Storm Kingdom to reunite with her grandfather, but this time she decided to stay.

Gul'dan was weak and alone. If he didn't kill him now, he might never have such a good opportunity again.

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"Are you sure you saw Gul'dan running this way?"

Blackscar Chieftain Nazgrel, riding a black demon wolf, galloped wildly while questioning the Thunder Wolf Rider beside him. The latter nodded vigorously and said:
"I saw him when I was falling from a height following my captain. The dog warlock sneaked out of the city. The captain tried to intercept him but was killed by him. Overseer, can we kill him?"

"Call me 'Chieftain'! I am the chieftain of the Blackscar clan. Warchief Orgrim has promised to rebuild the Blackscar clan for me."

Nazgrel flexed his fingers and said as he followed several of his trusted followers:

"But I always felt that if I didn't have enough achievements, I wouldn't be able to win the support of the War Horde, so I had to get Gul'dan's head or his heart and use it as a contribution to rebuild the Blackscar Clan.

Rest assured, warrior.

As long as we catch up with that bastard, I guarantee he'll be dead today!"

"Chief, there are footprints of some kind of cat in the swamp. It looks like it's carrying a person. The footprints are too deep. It's in this direction! It must be Gul'dan." Soon, an orc hunter reported excitedly, making Nazgrel's blood boil.

Actually, there was no personal grudge between him and Gul'dan.

Although Gul'dan persuaded him to drink the demon's blood by promising to help him rebuild his clan, he once told Lord Warlord Eitrigg that it was he himself who was lured into the trap by greed and desire.

The reason why Nazgrel hated Gul'dan so much was purely because he witnessed with his own eyes how that bastard dragged the orc civilization into the desperate state of depravity. Drinking the blood of demons was just an appearance. It was because of the evil deeds of Gul'dan's Shadow Council that the orcs completely abandoned the ancient shamanistic traditions in a very short period of time and completely embraced violent war.

Gul'dan is the culprit!
Moreover, this guy is a loyal lackey of the devil. Nazgrel knew that he had to kill Gul'dan. If he left this guy behind, the green-skinned orcs might be secretly murdered by him and fall into a more miserable situation.

"Front!"

They chased for more than ten minutes and finally saw a figure running away in the swamp bushes ahead.

Gul'dan seemed injured, and the warlock was shouting and cursing.

"Shoot that tiger!"

Nazgrel grabbed his black battle axe and shouted to the hunter beside him. Immediately, deadly bone arrows flew out. Several arrows hit the swamp tiger, causing Gul'dan to be thrown out in a mess and roll several times in the mud. When he got up and saw Nazgrel coming towards him, a trace of despair appeared in his eyes, but then ferocity surged up.

He is not a sorcerer who will bow to fate.

"Go away!"

The wrath of darkness roared down, causing the surrounding swamp mud and water to collapse and splash, but Nazgrel jumped out first, throwing out his black battle axe when he landed, and used the Blackscar clan's unique flying axe to force the warlock back. At the same time, another slender figure jumped out from Gul'dan's shadow, and the two daggers flew in a shadow dance of killing feast, and in an instant, blood burst out all over Gul'dan's body.

Nazgrel was stunned for a moment.

Only then did he realize that he was not the only one targeting this warlock, and this bastard had offended so many people.

But it doesn’t matter!
Gul'dan was a dangerous opponent, and the chances of victory would be greater if they attacked together. He also recognized that the orc in front of him was the same guy who had previously snatched the Magnaron artifact from the Shadow Council in Gorgrond.

"Garona, I'll be in front and you'll be behind."

Nazgrel grabbed his battle axe and shouted. Garona did not answer but dodged and jumped back and disappeared into the shadows. The Blackscar clan's artifact, Serathil's battle axe, connected perfectly and moved forward. The two of them attacked from the front and the back, making Gul'dan overwhelmed.

The Primal Warlock was already in a weakened state, and it was already difficult for him to deal with Garona who had murderous intentions. Adding Nazgrel who was taking advantage of the situation made it impossible for him to win.

Then he shouted:

"I have a map of this world! Nazgrel, Orgrim needs me, and your greenskins need me too! You can't kill me here. This world is more dangerous than you think. Without me, you will only die a more miserable death!"

"puff"

He was responded by a fierce blow from the black battle axe. Amidst the splatter of blood, one of Gul'dan's arms flew out. The warlock screamed in pain, and Garona jumped out and delivered a devastating blow, piercing his back.

He knelt weakly on the ground and watched Nazgrel grab his hair. Even at this moment, Gul'dan was still trying to seduce the warrior.

他 说:

"Medivh is using you. He doesn't care about your life or death. I can help you survive."

"You've helped enough! Please, stop helping."

Chieftain Blackscar kicked Gul'dan down and chopped him down with an axe under Garona's indifferent gaze.

Amidst the splatter of mud and blood, the great warlock's head flew out with his eyes still open, and slammed into the mud and water miserably. The evil flame around his neck also dimmed and disappeared.

Garona finally breathed a sigh of relief. She sheathed her deadly dagger, bent down, and picked up Gul'dan's head.

Then she looked at Nazgrel who found a large soul stone from Gul'dan's arms and smashed it with an axe. The orc warrior clearly heard the soul's wail and smiled after it dissipated, but Garona shook her head and motioned him to continue looking.

A few seconds later, Nazgrel found another soul stone in the secret compartment of Gul'dan's shoes, and smashed it while cursing the bastard for being so cunning.

Only then did the two of them feel relieved.

"Hey, Garona, give me Gul'dan's head!"

Nazgrel picked up his battle axe and said with a relaxed look:
"That is the Black Scar Clan's sacred artifact. I will use it to adorn my battle axe."

"What kind of barbarian habit is this? Stop ruining your ancestral artifact."

Garona flipped over and jumped into the shadows, leaving only her sarcastic voice echoing in the swamp:
"I leave his heart to you. The First Warlock is full of treasures, so don't waste them. Nazgrel, you are a good warrior, but you'd better stay in this world! Otherwise, I will come to greet you soon."

"Tsk, hateful assassin."

Nazgrel stopped the hunters from pursuing him. He drew his skinning knife and quickly dug out Gul'dan's black heart. He then said to the Thunder Wolf Rider who had come to report the news:

"Burn his body and bring the ashes back to the fortress. I heard that warlocks can use it to cast dark magic. Garona is right. Gul'dan is full of treasures. We can't waste them."

"Hahaha"

Amid the hearty laughter of him and his trusted warriors, they completed a hunt and rode away on their wolves.

After they left, the Thunder Wolf Rider who was left here to deal with Gul'dan's remains looked around. After confirming that there was no one else around, he let out a strange laugh and transformed into a Nazrethim.

The Dreadlord grabbed with his claws, and Gul'dan's evil bone staff, which no one paid attention to, flew out of the mud and water and fell into his palm. The demon easily broke it and took out a well-hidden soul stone from it.

It tossed the thing up and down, flicked it with its sharp claws and put it to its ear, and could hear Gul'dan's soul screaming in pain.

"You did what the Shaper asked of you, Gul'dan. It was absurd, and you had little to no involvement, but you accomplished your mission."

The dreadlord laughed and said:

"The Shaper is a leader who keeps his promises and is well-known throughout the stars. Go to sleep, have a good sleep. We will send you back to Argus to meet the great leader. He will reward you and give you a glorious and cruel mission.

Glory to the King!
Well, that's not a duty that any bad guy can take on. Only someone like you who is full of evil, shameless and takes pride in destruction can accomplish it.

Judging by the time, the magic sword should have been delivered.

Haha, you are blessed, you will leave your own terrifying legend in this world. Yes, Gul'dan, I am sure of this. Your "legend" has just begun.

(End of this chapter)