The thought of surviving Grom from the red dragon, and the fire breath of the terrible red dragon queen, made Zuhd lose the courage to confront him. And he had some contempt for the cowardice of Red and Maim - perhaps Grom was right, these two fellows were cowardly in front of them, but they were not ashamed to talk behind their backs, and they were really two pieces of shit.

"Uncle Zuhd is right!" Maim nodded, but slapped his brother Red by the neck.

"Oh!" Red muttered quietly.

But Zu Hud didn't care about these two young people who were too young to care, he cared about something else - why did Grom have a faint smell of sulfur on his body?

As a warlock, although Zuherd is a half-tone, he also knows that only demons, and warlocks who have been dealing with demons for a long time, can have this smell of sulfur.

Grom is clearly not a warlock, is he......

"Impossible." Zuhd muttered to himself, "How could an orc become a demon? ”

Because of Gul'dan's disappearance, Zuhd and Grom are forced to take on the responsibility of leading the remaining remnants of the orcs to the New World; And where did Guldan, who had been pinned on the hope of doing this, go? What did he want?

"Gul'dan, the place you mentioned is really under this sea?" Gugar grabbed the side of the ship and poked his two huge heads out of the deck, staring at the water below. Because of his large size, the half-man-tall side flaps were insignificant in front of him. So his movements at this time looked particularly dangerous.

"Of course. But you can't see anything, because the sun can't reach ten meters below the surface of the sea, and there's endless darkness underneath. And we're still far from our destination! "Gul'dan somewhere got something that looked like a bed and a chair. Lying on it, he replied lazily.

"Damn, I'm going seasick!" The head to the right of Gugar complained, its eyes closed and the tone of its voice weak.

"But how do we get to that place?" The head on the left side of Gugar didn't seem to feel seasick at all, and he turned around and left the side of the ship. Sitting down not far from Gul'dan, he asked curiously—though as a warlock, Gurgar liked the feeling of darkness. But he didn't have the ability to see clearly in the dark - he didn't have two heads.

"We're trying to figure out how to lift that out of the water." Gul'dan replied.

"Can this be done? That place must be huge! The head to the left of Gugar had a questioning look on his face - if it were to follow the situation that Gul'dan had described before, that place would ...... It should be at least a few hundred meters square.

"It's hard; If the previous Shadow Council were still around, I was confident that it would be possible; But now they're all dead at Orgrim's hands. But I still have to give it a try, which is why I need Grom to kill as many orcs as possible. Use their souls to provide us with mana. Gul'dan explained to Gugal.

"I see...... Then Gul'dan. How long do we have to get there? Gugar asked.

"Soon, soon, Gugal, don't be in a hurry...... When we find the kind of power that 'he' promised, both worlds will tremble in my shadow, whether it's Azeroth or Draenor, and we can even look a little further. In the endless void, there are many more worlds waiting to surrender to me......" Gul'dan's voice grew quieter. It seems to have indulged in the pleasure/feeling of dominating countless worlds.

That "he" ...... Listening to Gul'dan's words, even the head of Gugar, who was already seasick, subconsciously trembled - although the guy had disappeared for a long time, Gul'dan and Gugar were still not used to mentioning his name in their conversations, because ......

If Gul'dan only imagined that he could rule over countless worlds, that "he" really ruined the powerful existence of countless worlds! As soon as he thought of this, Gugal felt a little worried about the future of their trip—would it all be smooth? Will Grom and Zuherd's fleet catch up? Will those traps and misleading obstacles laid by Gul'dan work? Will there be a powerful guard in that place where mysterious power is buried? -- This qiē made Gugar very worried.

As it turned out, Gugal's fears did not make any sense. Grom and Zuhd had no intention of chasing them, and Gul'dan's fleet, after nearly a month of wandering the sea, the first and most brilliant warlock among the orcs, finally discovered the legendary location.

Gul'dan leaned out of the bow of the ship and sniffed the sea air. He closed his eyes, using his own mystical perception to search for the powerful aura. Almost instantly, he felt the pungent smell of fresh blood, so powerful that Gul'dan's skin tingled and his hair crackled.

"Stop!" He shouted, and the clan members sitting behind him stopped rowing. The boat quickly slowed down and came to a quiet stop on the water, and Gul'dan laughed. "We're here." He announced.

"But—but there's nothing here." An orc named Draxul from his own tyrannical clan asked. Gul'dan turned and opened his eyes, staring at the young orc warlock.

"Nothing?" He smiled. "Do you think we're going to tie you up in chains and throw you to the bottom of the ocean to see if there's one, or do you just sit here and believe I know what I'm doing?" Draxur stepped aside and stammered an apology, but Gul'dan had completely ignored his existence. He looked at the boats parked nearby, and his men were standing near the bow of the ship looking this way.

"Notify the others." Gul'dan said to Gugal. "We're going to start right away. I can't wait. ”

The two-headed ogre nodded, giving orders to his ship's men, and then relaying orders to the other ships. They threw ropes, some grasping them to move slowly, others using the rope to guide themselves in the direction while swimming, depending on their own abilities and adaptation to the water. Soon Gul'dan's men boarded Guldan's ship.

"The place we were looking for, an ancient temple, was just below us." As all his warlocks gathered on the deck in front of him, Gul'dan began to explain. (To be continued......)