"Naozu!"

Jazba-Soulcrusher strode into the village of the Shadowmoon Clan, his grey eyes scanning everything around him.

Behind him, there was a slightly slender orc figure.

Two orcs, both hidden in black hoods.

The orcs of the Shadowmoon Clan poked their heads out of their huts, only to shrink back as the two invaders swept their eyes fiercely.

"We're going to talk to you, Naozu!" The Death Knight shouted.

Jazbah - Soul Crusher, one of the few orcs who escaped from the Dark Gate to Draenor when the Horde was defeated.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't really care. But what you're invading now is the territory of the Shadowmoon Clan! A tall orc warrior appeared in front of Jazba and roared, "Either get out of here or die here!" ”

Jazba turned his head, and a hint of gloom flashed through the corner of his eye: "Stop, orc, I want to talk to Naozu and your chieftain!" Tell him that Jazba, the Soul Crusher, who used to be in the Shadow Council, is coming for him! ”

As he spoke, Jazba took off his hood, revealing his eerie head, which looked like a corpse.

"Are you...... Death Knight? The orc warrior's face quickly distorted with disgust, revealing two fangs; He plucked up his courage and said with a bit of hostility, "It looks like you're not as strong as you think you are......"

"Really?" Jaziba waved his hand, a sinister smile on his face.

Behind him, several figures like him appeared and walked to the side of the two death knights.

They are all Death Knights, tribal Death Knights who fled from Azeroth through the Dark Portal!

Jaziba roared, "Now, get your leader quickly, or your pride will make you die a terrible death." ”

The orc took a deep breath and said, "I can tell you unequivocally that the chief is nowhere to be seen. ”

His hands were already covered with sweat, and he was a little scared; But it was clear that he had to obey the chief's orders.

Jaziba sighed, his already rotting lungs inhaling and expelling with a strange breath.

"Then you can die!" With a roar of rage, Jazba grabbed the orc warrior's throat with one hand and lifted him from the ground: "Remember your last breath!" ”

"Woo......" The orc warrior struggled desperately, but it was obviously not the opponent of the death knight in front of him, and blood began to gush out of his mouth and nostrils little by little, looking a little terrifying.

"Dark magic!" A Shadowmoon warrior shouted, grabbing the battle axe beside him.

"Kill them! Don't let them hurt any of us again!" He roared, and several other people around him responded.

Several orc warriors gathered around, but several Death Knights quickly turned around as well.

"Stop...... That's enough! Too many orcs have died!" A majestic voice came from front of them.

The chief of the Shadowmoon Clan, the great chief of the tribe before the Black Hand, Nao Zu, walked over on crutches and with old steps.

But his voice, and that authority.

"You're finally willing to show up, Naozu!" Jazba let go of his hand, tossed the orc warrior aside, and shrugged, "I think this will attract your attention." ”

Turned into an undead in time, he still has a certain respect for the former leader of the tribe.

……

The once most powerful shaman priest of the tribe was now as thin as skin and bones, and his face was strangely pale.

"He looks more like an undead than I am!" Jazba thought to himself.

"I dreamed of your coming...... Death Knight. Neozu said tremblingly, looking a little hysterical: "I dreamed that you came to lead me into the abyss...... Come and take my soul ......"

"You're wrong. I'm here to redeem you!" Jaziba said in a low voice, "But you are still partly right, I am indeed here for you, but not as you imagined...... I have come to ask you to lead the broken horde. ”

"Me?"

"Why?

"To make the tribe more fragmented?"

"In order to bring the tribe to complete destruction?"

"Haven't I done enough?"

Naozu shouted hysterically, like a madman.

His eyes were full of uneasiness, and at the same time he whispered, "I don't want to do such a thing again!" Once, I led my people into the trap of Gul'dan and brought our world to near destruction...... It was a catastrophe that almost completely destroyed the tribe......"

"So Jazba...... You'd better be smart! ”

Jaziba frowned, it was clear that things were not going as smoothly as he had imagined.

Sighing, he said, "But, the tribe needs you now......"

"Enough, the tribe is dead!" Neozu rudely interrupted him: "Half of the orcs are trapped in that evil world, and most of them are dead, leaving us forever...... Are you trying to make me the leader of a group of undead?"

Jaziba's face became a little solemn, he didn't expect this once majestic great chief to become so decadent now.

A corpse-pale hand reached out to Jazba and motioned for him to take a few steps back.

"When did you become like this, Naozu?" A very strange voice, sounding like a woman, but not all.

The voice...... You are ......" Naozu's hands suddenly trembled, and he stammered, "Are you ...... You are ......"

"That's right!" The emaciated death knight beside Jazba took off his hood: "Long time no see, my dear teacher! ”

"Gul'dan!" Naozu roared, "You damned traitor! Are you still alive? ”

The face in front of me looked like a woman's face...... But that familiar face, Nao Zu will never forget for the rest of his life.

His face, which had been decadent before, was now as if he was in a hundred points of spirit.

"Kill it, Shadow Moon, kill this traitor!"

Countless Shadow Moon warriors surrounded them from all directions, and it seemed that there were at least hundreds, if not thousands.

Obviously, the huge Shadow Moon Clan is now completely under the leadership of Nao Zu.

Jazba didn't expect such a big reaction from Neozu, and he couldn't help but clench the rune sword at his waist.

Gul'dan smiled at him and shook his head, then turned his gaze to the angry Naozu:

"It seems that you are still as cowardly and incompetent as ever, my esteemed teacher!"