"Who!" shouted the head to the left of Gugar, controlling the fireball above his head to wander over the chamber, searching for the source of the sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What a nice sound!" said the head to the right of Gugar, dumbfounded.

The head to the left of Gugar frowned - yes, the voice was nice, but there was no doubt that there was some magic in it - Gugar knew that his mating orientation was normal, and that he should not have that ...... "feeling" or "impulse" of a male voice under any circumstances.

Contrary to Gugar's movements, Gul'dan fell to his knees the moment he heard the voice, imprinting his head deeply on the cold stone slab beneath his feet.

When Gul'dan raised his head again, Gugar was surprised to see that the orc warlock was in tears at this time - yes, clear tears flowed from Guldan's blood-red eyes, this was the first time Gugar had seen Gurdan cry since he joined the tribe, and he even believed that this was the first time in Guldan's life - it was hard to imagine that such a sinister and cunning Gul'dan would "cry".

"Lord, is it you, Lord!" cried Gul'dan, who for a moment he put his hands together and swayed incessantly on his chest, and then spread his hands and walked on his knees on the ground, groping around, not knowing what he was looking for.

"It's me, Gul'dan. I suppose you don't want to see me right now, do you?" The voice continued, ethereal, as if it came from the endless void, elusive—but Gugar could clearly make out the mocking tone of that voice.

"What is that?—a puzzled look appeared on Gurgar's face—of course, the head on the left, the one on the right, which had fallen into a state of complete dementia, and cloudy saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his shoulders.

Almost all the ogres had fallen into such a state of madness - which Gurgar knew was due to the magic of that voice - and there was only one half-conscious man left in the whole chamber - Gul'dan, and a head of his own.

"No, Great Lord, I've been wanting to see you since the capture of the Draenei city......! I ......" Gugar decided to retract his judgment - Gul'dan was obviously not awake either, for he was pounding his head desperately against the hard stone slab, making a "thump" sound, and it was obvious that red blood was oozing from his forehead and flowing on the bluestone slab entwined with seaweed and floating algae - just looking at it hurt Gugar.

"You mean to say...... Blame me?" the voice asked narrowly.

"No, no, no...... I didn't mean that, my lord...... "Gul'dan began to stutter - this was rare for him, both as a shaman and as a warlock, he needed to be skilled in the use of various spells, stammering, but his worst enemy when casting spells.

"But Gul'dan, do you think I don't know anything you've done?" the tone of the voice was mocking.

"No, no, no, of course you know, you are an all-knowing, all-powerful, all-powerful one, I ......," Gul'dan replied in a panic.

"Save it, Guldan, do you think I'll forget your betrayal of me?" The voice suddenly became stern, and the previous drizzle suddenly turned into a violent wind and waves, and even Gurgal, who was not in the center of the storm, was frightened for a moment.

"I ...... I have always been loyal to you, I ......," Gul'dan confessed, but for some reason he stopped talking, but desperately slammed his head to the ground with a "thump" sound.

"Enough, Gul'dan, stop quibbling. Don't you understand? Why am I here if I hadn't been watching you all the time? Actually, I just wanted to see what you were like before you died, and nothing could make me happier than seeing the tragic end of a traitor. The voice said.

"Great Lord, I beg you, Great Lord!" Guldan's voice was full of desolation, and his kowtowing voice and movements became louder, "Great Lord, I know that I am wrong, I should not be tempted by that power, I ...... For the sake of my service to you, save me!"

Despite the countless deaths he had concocted and experienced with his own hands, it was clear that Gul'dan did not want to die, and so did Gugar, and after listening to Gul'dan's narration, he roughly guessed which being the voice came from.

Gugar also knelt down like Guldan, and began to prostrate, the one on the left reverently knocked out his forehead with blood, and the one on the right, although still in a state of dementia, did not affect the violent impact between this head and the bluestone slab - in short, the scene when the two-headed ogre kowtowed was simply ...... It's so funny.

Apparently the voice, or rather the "being", thought so too, and he let out a chuckle: "What a funny, Gul'dan, the servant you found is so interesting...... Get up, you two. ”

Gugar didn't speak—neither head did it—and got up.

Gul'dan hesitated, and cautiously raised his head to look overhead, illuminated by the fireball—even though there was nothing there, Gul'dan hesitated to ask, "My lord, ......what about me?" You promised to forgive me?"

I said, get up. Gul'dan heard the impatience and seriousness of the voice, and without daring to say a word more, he crawled up from the ground, stood with his hands tied, and bowed his head deeply—he didn't know where his cloak had gone, perhaps it had been lost when he was attacked by the shadow demon—which made him look as if he were dozens of years older than before.1 Gur'dan could recall how energetic Gul'dan had been when he first entered the temple.

"Actually, I was wrong, Gul'dan. Sargeras did lie to you. Again, the voice spoke in astonishment.

Having learned his previous lesson, Gul'dan still bowed his head respectfully, not daring to say a word—the spells that had once made him the way to survive were now useless, and he knew that if he wanted to survive, he would have to rely on his former master, who had abandoned him once in Draenor, but now, this was his only hope.

"I think you understand, too, that you are as small as an ant, both for Sargeras and for me, Gul'dan. The voice continued, "You are still able or because we think you are still useful. I hope that after this experience, you will be able to put away your humble ambition a little bit, and let me see a little bit of ...... Loyal, you won't let me down, will you?"