Hellfire Fortress, a fortress founded by Neozu when he reunited the clan of Draenor. At this moment, Nao Zu, whose face was hand-painted with white bones, was sitting upright on the throne in the fortress.

Absentmindedly, Nao Zu stretched out his finger and touched the terrifying ornament on his face. Death! Death of Draenor! The death of his people! His green, old hands were already stained with blood, the blood of so many innocents, the blood of the orcs who had once trusted him. All of this is because he was inadvertently led astray.

"You shouldn't think so!" A voice came from his head, and Naozu ignored it directly.

He glanced at the head on a table—the head of his student Gul'dan. The light of the torch danced on the yellowed skull. Ever since he had carefully touched Guldan's skull, Guldan's voice had been ringing in his head.

"We've hurt too much, you and I have. Messengers of death, summoners of bad luck, we are all! Neozu seemed to be talking to himself, but it was as if Gul'dan could hear him. Although, in a way, this is indeed a fact.

"But now, we can try to save them. My good apprentice, your head...... It will also be part of the plan. Your death is not in vain, your head is much more useful to the orcs than you are alive. Naozu let out a breath, as if remembering the days when he had taught Gul'dan at the beginning of the year.

"You're back. You're finally back on the land, back to your teacher. Perhaps, if we work together, our program will have more opportunities. ”

"But that's not what you really want to pursue. Yes, my teacher! Gul'dan's whisper echoed in Naozu's ears.

"Of course it is! I am always looking for ways to help my people. But that's why I put them in the land of no return, leading them to death...... It hurts me a lot. That's why I'm wearing it—" Neozu blinked, stroking the lines on his face.

"Maybe, it used to be." Soothing words lingered in his heart, and Gul'dan comforted his teacher, "Your strength doesn't stop there, my powerful teacher. You've got the artifact I've been looking for, and even gave my life to get it. As long as we work together and harness the power of these artifacts, we can—"

"They're coming!" A hoarse and loud voice suddenly rang out, and Naozu reluctantly looked away from Gul'dan's skull. Shrouded in a black cloak, Talon Bloodfiend pushed the door open, but stepped aside, and a human unknown to Naozu walked in.

The man was tall and thin, with curly hair and a neat beard. The stranger was lavishly dressed, and his every move carried the grace and confidence of a leader. But there was something wrong with him—Neozu frowned, and he felt the powerful energy emanating from the human.

"The armies of humanity have breached the Dark Gate, and they have stepped into our land!"

"Don't worry, everything goes according to plan!" Nao Zu nodded calmly to the Blood Fiend, "This is—"

"Lord Deathwing, the mighty man you've been working with - the King of the Black Dragon." The Blood Demon said respectfully, "Without the help of the Lord and his Black Dragon, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to obtain those artifacts at all. ”

Deathwing! Neozu gripped the armrest of the throne with both hands. This powerhouse, who had made a deal with him through the spiritual connection that roamed the astral plane, turned out to be ...... From Deathwing's human body, Nao Zu could vaguely see the Black Dragon King's mighty dragon form, and he shuddered.

Deathwing's lips curled, but there was no warmth in his smile, and the bow he bowed to Neozu was tinged with mockery. Naozu tried to calm his pounding heart. All this, he had dreamed of - the shadow of death.

"Deathwing, I am so grateful for your help. For that, we orcs are grateful. ”

"Lord Deathwing!"

"Of course - Lord Deathwing!" The Black Dragon King stood there, not giving a at all to Neozu, who struggled to calm himself down, "In return, if your 'cargo' needs our help in transporting it, the orcs will never refuse. ”

"No need!" Deathwing said coldly, "My children have done a good job of their mission, and I don't need you to meddle with it. ”

"Yes, is there anything else we can do to help you?"

Neozu asked, wanting to send the Black Dragon King away as soon as possible, as the strength of Deathwing unnerved him.

Deathwing looked at the leader of the Shadowmoon Clan with interest, one hand rubbing the beard on his chin. Naozu looked at him steadily, convinced that the Black Dragon King's deep thought was nothing more than a feign.

"Your offer is generous, Naozu." Almost as soon as Neozu couldn't help but speak again, Deathwing replied, his words with a palpable sarcasm, "I'd be lying if I said that the head on your desk didn't interest me. ”

His words were polite and sophisticated, but they carried with them his deliberately restrained power. At that time, the eyes of the Black Dragon King were also shining, and its flames were enough to make the surrounding torches embarrassed.

Naozu almost choked on his own saliva. Could it be that Deathwing had heard Gul'dan's whispers too?

"But you could have taken it when you brought it back."

Deathwing smiled softly and held out a well-trimmed hand, a ring made of an unknown gemstone reflecting the light on his finger.

"I don't like to take things that don't belong to me when others don't know about them, I prefer to be like this - let his master serve it with both hands!"

Nao Zu endured his unwillingness and concealed the panic in his heart, although in a sense, the three artifacts and even the skull of Gul'dan were all brought back to Nao Zu by Deathwing, it can be said that without Death Wing, Nao Zu would not even be able to see their shadows.

But he still didn't want to give up his head to the Black Dragon King. In any case, Gul'dan was one of the orcs, his apprentice, and more importantly, Gul'dan seemed to hold a lot of knowledge, and Neozu was the one who had the most right to it.

"Those three artifacts are enough to ensure that your plan succeeds, this skull is no longer important to you, and, now, I want it."

Naozu was still silent, thinking about the Black Dragon King's purpose in taking Gul'dan's skull.

"You're testing my patience, orcs!"

Deathwing's cold words full of threats woke up Nao Zu, he raised his head, the Black Dragon King's face exuded a bone-chilling chill like ice, beads of sweat the size of beans came out of his forehead, Nao Zu then remembered that the human in front of him was shorter than himself, but his true identity was a dragon that he could not match at all.

"As you wish, Lord Deathwing. Please take the head - it's not anything of value. "Such an idiot's lie would not even be believed by himself, and Naozu's heart was dripping blood, but he had to succumb to the great force again.

Deathwing smiled, baring his fangs. He came to the table and grabbed Guldan's skull, his eyes glaring at once. For a moment, Naozu could see that the place where he had been flesh had turned into spikes, scales, and black plate armor, and his red eyes were shining like flames.

"Not bad!" Deathwing regained his humanoid normalcy and nodded in satisfaction, "I have to say, for the cooperation between us...... I am very satisfied. It seems that this cooperation has made both of us satisfied. A smug expression appeared on his face, "I'll leave a few kids here, and if you need our help, contact me and I'll consider sending my troops, of course, if you show enough sincerity." Now, it's time for me to leave. ”

Deathwing tossed the skull of Gul'dan in his hand, nodded to Neozu and Bloodseeker, and turned to leave the room.

"Hey! Think of it as a small price to pay for the artifact we need. Seeing that Nao Zu seemed to be a little heartbroken about the loss of Gul'dan's skull, the Blood Demon comforted, "Gul'dan betrayed the tribe, so let's take it as if he atoned for the mistakes he committed!" ”

Naozu took a deep breath, as if he had been afraid to inhale the air in the room just now.

"Do you know what he wanted Gul'dan's skull for?"

Bloodseeker thought for a moment, "Probably...... Maybe he wants to give it to someone......" (To be continued.) )