Stormwind God

Chapter 692: [Skull of Gul'dan]

Nefarian shouted that the dragon is the strongest creature in Azeroth. You know, these tribes are all soil crickets. Before he had never seen the elemental lord, the Titan creature, and the more ancient gods, he These words can really frighten the tribe's natives.

The expression of ‘Hello makes sense, we admire’ is clearly written on the faces of the orcs, which greatly satisfied Nefarian's vanity.

He pointed to a particularly large black dragon with two huge horns on his forehead.

"Sabrian!" When he shouted the name of the black dragon, the other black dragons bowed their heads: "He is my lieutenant, in charge of everything. He and several other companions will take your orc to the place The island you mentioned. As for the trip to Dalaran, I will take you personally. "

No orc or death knight dared to disobey Nefarian's words.

Using [Devil's Soul] to control a guardian dragon, or even an entire dragon army, is a past tense two years ago.

At that time, if the head of Zuluhed, who dared to do so, could grow grass, the weeds would be at least a foot tall. In fact, the body of the former Dragonmaw Chief was pushed to the Searing Gorge by the Alliance logistics and the remains of 200,000 orcs In the middle, the lava crack that once appeared from Baron Gatton, a giant fire element, went away.

The orcs just felt quietly, fearing, the power of every simple word in the discourse of the dragon king transformed into a human form. Curious and concerned as Nefarian passed over their new chiefs, giving orders directly to each chief.

Compared to his father, the former black dragon prince, Nefarian, the current black dragon king, seems to know better.

Blind pressure cannot be exchanged for loyalty, and even the so-called obedience will be greatly reduced. Nefarian's masculine lips turned up slightly, and he spoke again:

"Of course, I have no intention to be your master, and your strong demand is an exception. Now, we can only be called with the same interests ... the so-called allies."

His words immediately made the tribal chiefs feel better.

Nefarian's smile became more mysterious: "You will not be the only opponent of the alliance. The Black Dragon Legion will take you to Tirisfal Glades to find Grom * Hellscream's Warsong Clan, and I will let the Black Hand Brothers The Blackfang Clan sent troops from the Burning Plains, attacking Redridge Mountains and attacking the Alliance's back road. "

"Blackhand brothers? Red and Maim !?" Ner'zhul was stunned by the unexpected news.

"Yes! After they completed the mission of the former Warchief Orgrim from the Tomb of Sargeras in the Endless Sea, they came to Blackrock Mountain and stupidly occupied the Blackstone Fortress. If it weren't for me to point them out, they would have been It's a group of dead people. Now, they are my servants. "Nefarian raised his chin slightly.

This is definitely good news for the tribe main force trapped in the cursed land.

After all, the Cursed Land has nothing but the red earth that has lost its vitality, and even supplies must be transported from Draenor painfully. Ner'zhul really couldn't imagine what would happen if hundreds of thousands of orcs were crowded here.

Maybe the Alliance doesn't even need to destroy them, they will starve themselves here, or they will kill each other and cause destruction.

However, Nefarian's spree is not limited to this.

All of a sudden he played a trick and took something out of the space storage bag.

When the chiefs of the tribe saw the matter clearly in the misty moonlight, they all uttered an unstoppable exclamation.

What did they see! ?

The tribe traitor is believed to have directly led to the skull of the former warlock king Gul'dan who failed the alliance war!

A terrified expression was still frozen on his sloppy face.

His life, his iniquity, and his own self-reception, all stayed at the moment before he died.

Looking at his expression, it is entirely conceivable that when he confidently tried to steal the power of the fallen Titan Sargeras, he was bitten by the fiercest backlash of the demon tide. What a huge gap of loss and panic.

I don't know how Nefarian did it, anyway, Gul'dan's first stage did not have any decay, and he was presented in front of the tribe.

"I ... can I look at this traitor's head?"

"Of course you can." Nefarian threw it away, Gul'dan's head was thrown to the ground like a bag of rubbish.

Several orc-thousand captains set fire torches, making the light more visible.

The chiefs of the first-class clan gathered together, watching with an angry expression.

"It's him! Absolutely him! My unshaven disciple-hahaha! Gul'dan! You have retribution too! Is this your final end? Hahaha!" As Gul'dan's former master, Ner'zhul was right. The identification of the first level has absolute say.

For a moment, the chiefs burst into warm cheers.

If it hadn't been forged into a dog by the Alliance half an hour ago, they would really like to hold a grand bonfire party to celebrate Gul'dan's death!

"Finally end !? No! Obviously, this tribe's big traitor can atone for the tribe in his own way!" Nefarian had a voice of confusion that made Ner'zhul unable to reject him next. Of the proposals.

Nefarian crossed the void a bit, and Gul'dan's sloppy head began to wither quickly under the watchful eyes of all the chiefs.

Not much hair dries first and turns into ashes and dissipates in the air.

Then the skin and scalp attached to the skull, as well as the atrophied brain, began to fall piece by piece.

The last thing that appeared to the people was a white-brown maggot orc skull.

However, the thick and dark atmosphere of evil wrapped around the skull told everyone how powerful the Lord of the skull was before his life.

"This is ..." Ner'zhul's palms were shaking.

"Since this is an artifact made of Gul'dan's head, you can call him [Gul'dan's Skull]!" The black dragon king's face had a wider smile.

"Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!" Ner'zhul raised the [Skull of Gul'dan] and laughed loudly, "My disciple! Is this your end? Is it even dead?" Continue fighting for the tribe! Hahaha! "

Not only Ner'zhul, the other chiefs also sent out wanton laughter.

When the orcs had finished celebrating, Nefarian raised his hand: "Go! Ner'zhul, the third thing you want is in Karazhan. Use your newly acquired artifact to destroy that weak human dude Mao. G Marcus! "

"Of course! I will go!" Ner'zhul's old body seemed to be younger with the support of this new powerful force. (To be continued.)

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