The thought of surviving Grom from the red dragon, and the fire breath of the terrible red dragon queen, made Zuhd lose the courage to confront him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info And he also had some contempt for the cowardice of Red and Maim - maybe Grom was right, these two guys were cowardly in front of them, but they were not ashamed to talk behind their backs, and they were two pieces of shit.

"Uncle Zuhd is right!" Maim nodded, but slapped his brother Red on the neck.

"Holy!" Red muttered quietly.

But Zu Hud didn't care about these two young people who were too young to care, he cared about something else - why did Grom have a faint smell of sulfur on his body?

As a warlock, although Zuherd is a half-tone, he also knows that only demons, and warlocks who have been dealing with demons for a long time, can have this smell of sulfur.

Grom is clearly not a warlock, is he......

"No way. Zuhd muttered to himself, "How could an orc become a demon?"

Zuhd and Grom are forced to take on the responsibility of leading the remaining orc remnants to the New World because of Gul'dan's disappearance, but where did Gul'dan, who had been hoping to do this, go?

"Gul'dan, is that place you are talking about really down in this sea?" Gulgar grabbed the side of the ship, poked his two huge heads out of the deck, and stared at the water below. Because of his large body, the half-human-tall side flaps were really insignificant in front of him, so his movements at this time looked particularly dangerous.

"Of course. But you can't see anything, because the sun can't reach ten meters below the surface of the sea, and there's endless darkness underneath. And we're still far from our destination!" replied Gul'dan somehow got something that looked like a bed and a chair, and lay on it lazily.

"Damn, I'm going seasick!" grumbled the head on the right side of Gugar, whose eyes were closed and his tone of voice seemed weak.

"But how do we get to that place?" the head on the left side of Gugar seemed to have no feeling of seasickness at all, and he turned around, left the side of the ship, and sat down not far from Guldan, and asked curiously—although as a warlock, Gugar liked the feeling of darkness, but he did not have the ability to see clearly in the dark--neither head did it.

"We figured out how to lift that out of the water. Gul'dan replied.

"Can this be done? It must be a big place!" said the head to the left of Gugar with a questioning look on his face—if it were to follow the situation that Gul'dan had described before, that place would ...... It should be at least a few hundred meters square.

"It's hard, I'm confident I could have done it if the previous Shadow Council had been around, but now they're all dead at the hands of Orgrim. But I still have to give it a try, which is why I need Grom to kill as many orcs as possible and use their souls to give us mana. Gul'dan explained to Gugal.

"I see...... So Gul'dan, how long will it take for us to get there?" asked Gurjar.

"Soon, soon, Gugal, don't be in a hurry...... When we find the power that 'he' promised, both worlds will tremble in my shadow, whether it's Azeroth or Draenor, and we can even look a little further afield, and in the endless void, there are more worlds waiting to surrender to me......" Gul'dan's voice grew quieter, as if he had indulged in the pleasure of ruling countless worlds.

That "he" ...... Listening to Gul'dan's words, even the head of Gugar, who was already seasick, subconsciously trembled - although the guy had disappeared for a long time, Gul'dan and Gugar were still not used to mentioning his name in their conversations, because ......

If Gul'dan only imagined that he could rule over countless worlds, that "he" was a powerful being who had really destroyed countless worlds! As soon as he thought of this, Gurgar felt a little worried about the future of their trip - will it all go well? Will Grom and Zuhd's fleet catch up? Will the traps and misleading obstacles set up by Gul'dan work? Will there be a strong guard in the place where the mysterious power is buried? - all this worries Gugal.

As it turned out, Gugal's fears did not make any sense. Grom and Zuhd had no intention of chasing them, and Gul'dan's fleet, after nearly a month of wandering the sea, the first and most brilliant warlock among the orcs, finally discovered the legendary location.

Gul'dan leaned out of the bow of the ship and sniffed the sea air. He closed his eyes, using his own mystical perception to search for the powerful aura. Almost instantly, he felt the pungent smell of fresh blood, so powerful that Gul'dan's skin tingled and his hair crackled.

"Stop!" he shouted, and the clan members sitting behind him stopped rowing. The boat quickly slowed down and came to a quiet stop on the water, and Gul'dan laughed. "Here we are. He announced.

"But—but there's nothing here. An orc named Draksur from his own tyrannical clan asked. Gul'dan turned and opened his eyes, staring at the young orc warlock.

"Nothing?" he smiled. "Do you think we're going to tie you up in chains and throw you to the bottom of the ocean to see if there's one, or do you just sit here and believe I know what I'm doing?" Draxul stepped aside and stammered an apology, though Gul'dan had completely ignored his presence. He looked at the boats parked nearby, and his men were standing near the bow of the ship looking this way.

"Notify others. Gul'dan said to Gugal. "We're going to start right away. I can't wait. ”

The two-headed ogre nodded, giving orders to his ship's men, and then relaying orders to the other ships. They threw ropes at them, some grasping them to move slowly, others using the rope to guide themselves in the direction while swimming, depending on their own abilities and how comfortable they were with the water. Soon Gul'dan's men boarded Guldan's ship.

"The place we were looking for, an old temple, was just below us. As all his warlocks gathered on the deck in front of him, Gul'dan began to explain.