Time goes back a few hours ago.

and Khadgar put on a phenomenal performance, and Gugal felt a little fluttery. And the slightly adoring gazes of the orcs around him made him feel even more comfortable.

At this time, Gugal wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times, and then yell, 'Everyone here is rubbish'. With his two heads leaning triumphantly and his feet treading at a strange pace that only ogres knew, Gugar hummed a song and went into the jungle escorted by the wolf cavalry......

Then he was horrified to find that the Great Chief of the Orc Tribe, Orgrim Doomhammer, was looking at him with a smirk.

Gugar knew very well that this brown-skinned orc was not one of those green-skinned idiots who drank demon blood. It's more than enough to fool others with his own means, but in front of his old man, he is killing himself. His knees went limp, and he nearly fell to his knees. But reason told him that he must not take the initiative to admit his mistakes at this time. You must not be intimidated by the momentum of the other party! No matter how strong he Orgrim is, he is only a warrior after all! Do you know a few questions about things between mages?

"Great Chief, why are you here?"

Still with the same smiling expression, Orgrim gently flicked the war hammer in his hand and slowly walked around Gugar. Click, click, each knock seemed to hit Gugar's chest, pressing him hard.

Just when Gugal could barely control his fear, Orgrim took the initiative to speak:

"I heard, you're the second most powerful warlock in the tribe? Only you, can awaken Gul'dan? ”

"Who said that, I'm just an ordinary person, the most ordinary warlock!" Hearing Orgrim's words, although Gugal was secretly happy in his heart, he did not dare to agree on the surface. The devil knows what this cunning orc is going to do for himself!

Wake up Gul'dan?

Don't make a fuss, leave that nightmarish old fellow, he Gugal doesn't have a very comfortable life. Trouble waking up that old guy and letting him ride it on his head?

Do you really think Uncle Gugar is an idiot!

Shaking his head like a rattle, Gul'dan showed the same sincere expression on both faces: "Gul'dan is our most powerful warlock, and his strength is not comparable to that of our group of ants. The strength of Gugar is insignificant, and even with all his strength, it is impossible to wake up the sleeping Guldan! ”

"Are you sure?" Orgrim's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face became complicated.

"I'm sure! Trust me, Great Chief! I, Gugar, am the most honest man in all of Draenor! ”

"I'll give you one last chance!"

Pacing to the team of pro-soldiers behind him, Orgrim pulled out a thin orc like a chicken. This orc Gugar knows, and he is also a big figure in the Shadow Council. Looking at the other party's dodgy gaze, Gugar understood everything.

"This spineless bastard!" Gugal cursed in his heart. Immediately, he put on a flattering smile, bent down, put his head in front of the orc chieftain, who was a lot shorter than him, and said shyly:

"It seems that Gugar made a mistake, it turns out that I am stronger than I thought! No wonder our ancestors told us to believe in ourselves, it seems that I am indeed a little inferior...... I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it. Don't be angry, don't be angry......"

Orgrim's guards carried Gul'dan up from the unconscious. Looking at that hideous and disgusting face, Gugar couldn't help but shudder. Reluctantly, he pressed his hands on the dry orange-peeled face, slowly urging the evil energy in his body. And the next moment, Gul'dan's body was like a greedy beast, frantically tearing and devouring the energy in Gul'dan body.

It was impossible for Gugar to even want to stop.

Evil energy flowed like water, and not only evil energy, but even the life force of the ogre was dissipating like crazy. Gugal's face rippled as if it had been blown by a strong wind, and his big head twitched like an epilepsy. In a trance, the ogre felt as if he was about to die......

And just when he was on the verge of despair, a low, depressed, but infinitely powerful voice slowly came.

"Do you crave power?"

"Do you want to get out of this life of being threatened and taken advantage of?"

"Do you want to be truly alive!"

Of course!

In the dark, Gugar seemed to stretch out a finger to touch the existence that was far away in the sky, but close in front of him. It was like a tentacle, like the molten squid of Frostfire Ridge. However, the power carried by the tentacles was difficult to match even Gul'dan.

'Maybe it's chewy...... ' thought to Gugal, whose brain was already in a mess.

And the next moment, the power that had passed away like flowing water suddenly stopped its steps. Like a dam that has been plugged in a gap, the flow of evil energy is decreasing, and the vitality is recovering at an incredible speed.

On the one hand, he was excited about his own life, but on the other hand, Gugal was a little worried. He didn't know if his doing so would have any effect on 'resurrecting' Gul'dan. And what kind of thing will the angry big chief do if his side fails. Not to mention that he can't beat this orc, even if he can, Gugar doesn't believe that he can anal the entire orc army.

This is not the main body of mowing the lawn.

But fortunately, it seemed that someone was blessing the ogre, and just when he was sweating profusely and didn't know what to do, a faint green flame quietly appeared under Guldan's body. Immediately, around the flames, the plants began to turn yellow. And devouring the life force of these plants, the flame became more and more vigorous. The tiny flame turned into a flame, and then into a sea of fire. In the midst of it, Orgrim couldn't feel the slightest bit of the heat, but the sense of chaos that seemed to pierce the heart was unbearable.

And Orgrim's attendants, who had drunk the demon's blood, involuntarily knelt on the ground, surrendering to this terrifying power.

A sea of evil energy rippled in the forest, and the surrounding life force was sucked and squeezed out, and then gathered into an even greater flame of evil energy. The withered yellow eroded like a tidal wave, and then the flame suddenly stopped the pace of erosion......

It has become a canopy of evil energy that rises into the sky.

In the midst of the blinding green, an old and embarrassed body slowly stood up. With a slight tap of the skeletal staff in his hand, the evil flames in the sky instantly returned to his master's side like a well-behaved dog. Stretching out his finger slightly, he clicked it in the sea of fire, and the originally surging evil energy suddenly quieted down, and then violently compressed, converging, and turned into a palm-sized flame, which floated softly behind Guldan, slowly merging with him.

"Nice evil power, just a little stupid. Gugal ......"

Glancing meaningfully at Gurgar, Gul'dan didn't say much, but the ogre king was already covered in cold sweat. Turning around and bending down slightly, Gul'dan humbly saluted Orgrim:

"Greetings to you, Honorable Great Chief, your faithful servant, Gul'dan."