Something looks like a stone. But what happened next left the orcs and ogres stunned by what they had been watching.

The thing grew bigger and bigger, and it quickly emerged from the waves, and the sea and lava flowed down the top. There was a large mist of steam and water on the surface of the sea.

The small stones soon turned into large stones, and from the large stones to a small plateau, which in turn became a small rocky flat land. Other parts also emerged.

An island rises from the surface of the sea not far from the beginning, but they are connected, and when the water recedes from above, the orcs and ogres can see an entire island emerging from the bottom of the sea, still spewing fire, dust, and steam. Another, smaller island came to the surface, then a third, and then a fourth.

Eventually, the sky on the surface of the sea turned from swirling crimson to its usual leaden gray, and the waves receded. Gul'dan opened his eyes, and he staggered along, resting on the side of the ship, like the other small group of warlocks. He looked up at the newly emerging archipelago, which still emitted steam, and with the sound of a roar, it gradually took on a new form.

Gul'dan laughed.

"Soon." He whispered, looking at the island in front of him and feeling it all with his own consciousness, calculating the place he was looking for. "Soon, I will take you to the temple I am looking for, and the 'Rare Treasure' lies inside."

"A rare treasure?" ...... "What's that?" ”

A small conversation rang out among the orcs and ogres; They looked at each other, and then the orcs fell silent, knowing that Gul'dan would tell them the truth if they needed to.

The ogres, on the other hand, were a little sluggish, and they began to argue over what the "rare treasure" was—most of course, between the two heads of the ogres.

Ignoring the messy minions, Gul'dan went to a corner of the deck, found the goblin captain who was so frightened that he almost shoved his head into the crack in the deck, and ordered him to send himself and his men to the largest island of the archipelago - Zuhd guessed correctly, Gul'dan did make numerous preparations for this escape, one of which was that he had negotiated with Guvoshos in advance and left an orc-speaking goblin on his own ship.

As the island got closer, Gul'dan could already see a corner of the mud-stained buildings looming out of the rocks on the island.

"Sargeras, I'm coming. Soon, your power will be mine! When Gugar approached Gul'dan to remind him to be careful, he heard this murmur.

Gul'dan was standing on the pedestal of an ancient temple, his outer walls covered with moss, coral, and sediments from the depths of the ocean.

The entire building is in a dilapidated state, covered with a large amount of seaweed silt. For Gul'dan, though, appearance doesn't matter. What attracted him was the pulsation that he could feel, the force that tugged at him, and he could even see the whole building vibrating under the influence of this force.

"Get in!" He said to Gugar and the rest of his men. "We have to go inside."

In fact, he had hesitated to bring his men inside—for Gul'dan didn't want to share with anyone the power that lurked at the bottom of the temple. Eventually, he decided to take his men with him, as he didn't know what might be inside the ancient temple. So Gul'dan thought it would be better to take these of his minions with him. If necessary, kill them before they find Sargeras's tomb.

Still, Gul'dan had some heart—he left most of the orcs on the seashore and left them to watch over the goblin sailors and ships; Gul'dan was followed by Gurgar and those ogre-magicians, who had simpler brains and were less likely to betray Gul'dan.

Gul'dan and his party made their way through the damp, moss-covered corridors of the temple and cautiously walked inside. Gul'dan magically created a fireball floating overhead, allowing Gul'dan to see more clearly - they had carried a lot of torches before, but the waves that had lifted the land under the sea had wet each of them, including the torches, and Gul'dan was in no mood to wait for the torches to dry.

The halls and rooms of the temple were as unrecognizable as the exterior of the building, with a layer of sand on the ground and small creatures that were brought to the surface as the island floated. The walls of the temple are covered with shells of various sizes and seaweed. Even the door frames had been deformed, and some unnamed creatures of Gul'dan had clinged to them over the years, and the places where they had been had been had been smoothed.

"Hurry up, you idiots!" Gul'dan was impatient and gave orders to the ogres.

The ogres began to walk through the buildings in search of their way, their movements clumsy and inefficient; Finally, led by Gul'dan, they found a wide corridor and walked along it.

Gul'dan cautiously walked inside, and the traces of destruction around him gradually decreased. Gul'dan can now clearly see the delicate patterns carved on the columns and the beautiful carvings on the walls, as well as on the floor and ceiling. Although it has been somewhat ruined by the long immersion in salt water, it is still visible in its former glory, and even the most weary visitor will be impressed by the sophistication.

Gul'dan had no time to appreciate these things. There was only one thing in his mind, the power buried in the ground waiting to be discovered by him. When he finally reached the gate of the catacomb, he stopped and enjoyed the moment.

"Now, Sargeras." He whispered. "I'll take away the power you've left behind - and then let this poor world, nay, make every world you've ever touched kneel before me!"

He had felt the power, and it was so powerful that it made his mind flutter.

Immersed in such thoughts, Gul'dan motioned for the others to step back, and Gurgar and the ogre magicians obediently retreated to the other side of the room.

Gul'dan reached out and grabbed the handle of the huge black iron door, the only place in the entire temple that has not been decorated, and its singleness gives a solemn feeling. Obviously, there is no need for any vulgar ornaments here.

With a strong desire for what was hidden inside, Gul'dan pulled the door with all his strength. He could feel the aura of centuries of abandonment, and he felt a tingling pain, as if some force had passed through his body. But this force did not hurt him, more energy was triggered by this force, and he could even feel that there were more and greater energies connected to the distant rear.

But the first energy passed through him and then retreated, and its companions stopped moving. As Sargeras assured him. Egwene has set up a barrier here to prevent humans, elves, dwarves, and even gnomes—in short, any of Azeroth's native races—from breaking in. However, he was an orc, and Egwene had never heard of Draenor, and her spells were ineffective against him, so he could easily open the door and walk in. There was a loud noise at the door, and with a sharp pull, the whole door was completely open.

Behind the door was darkness that not even the fireball created by Gugar could penetrate it. The darkness was so frozen that his fingers froze, and the breath he exhaled froze, and the shadows were slowly condensing into a form, quietly wriggling, and the eye-covered thing around it rolled, becoming darker than the surroundings that could not be detected by the naked eye. They are breaking free from this eternal prison cell, towards already