Naozu had thought that he should be able to reach the world to which his portal was connected.

But now, he stared blankly at the twinkling stars around him, and the meteorites that kept flying by.

Yes, he is now in a strange void. Although many years ago, he had already let his spirit roam in the vast and boundless void countless times by outgoing his spirit. But when he was in such an environment now, he felt a deep sense of unease.

Why, exactly?

The old orc pondered as he tried to find an entrance to the other worlds. He believed that the world he was connected to would not be too far away from him, perhaps it was the lack of energy supply in the circle that caused the portal to be skewed.

Naozu comforted himself.

"Naozu!"

Suddenly there was a call in the void.

This call made the orc shaman, the former Great Chief, creepy and scream out in a gaffe. At the same moment, the void energy that was floating around him suddenly surged, enveloping him and beginning to attack his senses.

Naozu frantically ran the remaining energy in his body, hoping to dispel the strange and unsettling feelings.

Then he heard the call again, and this time, the voice was clearer:

"Naozu!"

Naozu blinked his panicked eyes and twisted his head to look around.

Not far away, or miles away almost in the blink of an eye, he saw a black figure. Naozu struggled to widen his eyes, trying to see what he was.

Then, he saw it.

The orc's body is full of green skin, sharp fangs, and braid that is tied up. This is obviously an orc. Naozu didn't know him, but he could recognize the mark on his body, which belonged to the Laughing Skull Clan.

It seems that although the portals he opened all over Draenor did not last long, it was clear that there were impatient orcs who rushed in and ......

The orc didn't move. But Naozu seemed to see that his chest was still heaving, and he wasn't sure, especially in such an unsettling place.

In this strange void of light and shadow, Nao Zu also found many other figures scattered around. They were the same orcs he had first discovered.

Why is that? What's going on? Could it really be that the portal is unstable and causes this result? Where is this? The uneasiness in Naozu's heart grew stronger, but he only knew that this was not an ordinary place. What really happened to those orcs? Why is it that he is the only one who is awake, still conscious and conscious, while everyone else seems to be immersed in sleep.

A flash of light flashed.

For a moment, Naozu saw a glimmer of light flickering on the other orcs, as well as on his own. His eyes widened, and then he had to close them again as the sights came at him. But he knew what he had seen - something had imprisoned them here.

"Naozu!"

His name was called again.

But this time, he noticed that the orcs were getting farther and farther away from him, as if they were backing away. The tugging force in his chest and limbs made him understand that it was not them retreating, but that he was being pulled and moved by some unknown force. Soon, the figures of the other orcs were engulfed in dark shadows, leaving him alone.

A great shadow of oppression suddenly enveloped him.

Naozu involuntarily raised his head-

What he saw was a face burning with angry flames.

In front of Naozu, a huge creature dressed in black armor. He has similar facial features to Draenei, covered in demonic red skin from top to bottom, and has two sharp corners at his tall sideburns. He had a beard on his chin, and two tentacles-like things protruding from under his mouth. His eyes were as golden as the sun, as dazzling as the runes that glittered on his armor.

"Big ...... My lord! ”

Naozu humbly said, gasping for breath, bowing to the other party with all his strength, despite his limbs being imprisoned by unknown forces.

Almost as soon as the creature appeared, Naozu knew his identity. It was none other than his master, one of the masters of the Burning Legion, the Fraudster, Kilgardan.

"Ah, Naozu. My unfaithful little slave. Kilgardan looked at the trembling old orc with a hint of amusement, "I thought you had forgotten about me?" ”

"No, sir. Of course not - your humble servant has never forgotten you. ”

Naozu explained in trepidation. In fact, Naozu did think so, and he has done so in the past few years. He had almost forgotten about the demon leader who had lured him down and led his tribe into madness.

When his spirit wandered through the void, he met Kilgardan, and at that time, he thought he was just an immensely powerful being, although in fact he was. Deliberately induced by Kilgardan, Neozu, who was the Great Chieftain, soon launched an attack on Delaney.

It wasn't until one day, when the spirit of his beloved wife appeared in front of him and told him that Kil'Gardan's so-called 'Delaney threat' was a lie, that he realized that he had inadvertently betrayed the entire race. It's a pity that it was too late!

He wants to break free from Kil'Gardan's control and save the fate of the orcs. Now it seems that everything has Kil'Gardan behind it. Naozu's heart sank to the bottom.

"Oh, I've been keeping an eye on you, Naozu." Kilgardan's tone was unabashedly sneering, "You've made me pay a lot, you know. He laughed loudly, even in the void, Neozu could hear it clearly, and the piercing sound sent chills to his bones. But you didn't give me anything in return, Naozu. Now - it's time for you to pay for your actions! ”

"I ......" Naozu tried to argue, but in a moment of anxiety, he couldn't think of a single appropriate word.

"You want to break away from me, you want to betray your great master?!!" Kil'Gardan said on his behalf, "You don't even hesitate to concentrate the last of your orc power to risk robbing the artifacts of that world, and trying to cast spells that you simply can't grasp and don't understand enough. ”

"I waited. I know that one day, your pride and selfishness will bring you to me. Kil'gardan spread his hands.

"Look! There you are! ”

The demon leader's eyes narrowed.

"You have dreamed of death. You want to escape it. But now, my doll, death will be your only way back!! ”

Several images flashed through Naozu's mind: flesh being torn from his body. Those dead surrounded him and drew close to him, their blood was on his hands, and his blood was splattered on the dead, what a horrible combination of life, death, and painful torment.

"No!"

Naozu roared in despair, struggling desperately, struggling to break free from his invisible restraints, his bones crumbling.

"I haven't failed yet, give me another chance!"

Nao Zu stared at his master, his pupils dilated with fear bloodshot.

"Hahahaha......"

A burst of laughter was heard. Kil'Gardan's massive figure shook with laughter. The terrifying and eerie laughter made Nao Zu's whole body soften, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Giving you a chance? Of course I'll give you a chance! My slave. Kilgardan whispered to himself, and then a huge palm clasped Naozu's head, "Your wretched people, they're good for nothing. ”

Naozu felt a pain that penetrated deep into his soul, and a terrifying, painful scream came from his trembling lips. Beneath his eyes, which felt like they were about to explode, he saw his body turning into nothingness from the soles of his feet upwards. The unquenchable fear made Naozu tremble violently, or perhaps it was because of the painful torment he had endured.

He knew that his nightmare had just begun.

A few days later, an unnoticed ray of light pierced through the barrier protecting Azeroth and plunged straight into the cold and desolate continent of Northrend.

There, on the snowy top of the mountain, a tall piece of ice stood lonely like a throne - (To be continued.) )