"What people!" The head to the left of Gugar shouted loudly, and he took control of the fireball above his head and wandered around the chamber, looking for the source of the sound.

"That's a nice sound!" The head on the right of Gugar said stupidly.

The head to the left of Gugar frowned - yes, the voice was nice, but there was no doubt that there was some magic in it - Gugar knew that his mating orientation was normal, and that he should not have that ...... "feeling" or "impulse" of a male voice under any circumstances.

Contrary to Gugar's movements, Gul'dan fell to his knees the moment he heard the voice, imprinting his head deeply on the cold stone slab beneath his feet.

When Gul'dan raised his head again, Gugar was surprised to see that the orc warlock was in tears at this time - yes, clear tears flowed from Guldan's blood-red eyes, this was the first time Gugar had seen Gurdan cry since he joined the tribe, and he even believed that this was the first time in Guldan's life - it was hard to imagine that such a sinister and cunning Gul'dan would "cry".

"The Great Lord? Is that you? Great Lord! Gul'dan cried out, and for a moment he clasped his hands together and swayed incessantly in front of his chest; After a while, he spread his hands and walked on his knees on the ground, groping around, not knowing what he was looking for.

"It's me, Gul'dan. I guess you don't want to see me right now, do you? The voice continued, ethereal, as if coming from the endless void, elusive - but. Gugar could clearly make out the mocking tone of his voice.

"Great Lord"? What's that? - Gougal's face showed a look of confusion - of course, the head on the left, the head on the right had fallen into a state of dementia completely. Cloudy saliva ran from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his shoulders.

Almost all the ogres had fallen into such a state of madness - which Gurgar knew was due to the magic of that voice - and there was only one half-conscious man left in the whole chamber - Gul'dan, and a head of his own.

"No, Great Lord! Ever since the fall of the Draenei city, I've wanted to see you! It's just that I haven't gotten a response from you...... I ......" Gugar decided to retract his judgment - and Gul'dan was clearly unconscious, as he was pounding his head desperately against the hard stone slab, making a "thump" sound. It was evident that crimson blood was oozing from his forehead and flowing on the bluestone slabs entwined with seaweed and floating algae—just looking at it hurt Gugar.

"You mean to say...... Blame me? The voice asked narrowly.

"No, no, no...... Great Lord. I didn't mean that......" Gul'dan began to stutter - something that was rare for him, whether as a shaman or as a warlock, he needed to be proficient in all kinds of spells, stammering. But the worst enemy when casting spells.

"But Gul'dan. Do you think I don't even know what you've done? The tone of the voice was mocking.

"No, no, no, of course you know, you are an all-knowing, all-powerful, all-powerful one, I ......," Gul'dan replied in a panic.

"Save it, Guldan, do you think I'll forget your betrayal of me?" The voice suddenly became stern, and the previous drizzle suddenly turned into a violent wind and waves. Even Gugal, who was not at the center of the storm, was frightened.

"I ...... Great Lord, I betrayed you in time? I have always been loyal to you. I ......" Gul'dan confessed, but for some reason he stopped talking, just desperately slammed his head to the ground and made a "thump" sound.

"Enough, Gul'dan, stop quibbling. Don't you understand? If I hadn't been watching you, why would I be here? Actually, I just wanted to see what you looked like before you died, and nothing could make me happier than seeing the tragic end of a traitor with my own eyes. The voice said.

"Great Lord! Please! Great Lord! Guldan's voice was full of desolation, and the sound and movement of his kowtow became louder, "Great Lord, I know that I am wrong, I should not be tempted by that power, I ...... For the sake of my service to you, save me! ”

Despite having concocted and experienced countless deaths with his own hands, it is clear that Gul'dan did not want to die; It was the same with Gugar, and after listening to Guldan's narration just now, he roughly guessed which stinger the voice came from.

Gulgar also knelt down like Gul'dan and began to prostrate; The head on the left reverently knocked blood out of its forehead, while the head on the right, although still in a state of dementia, did not affect the violent impact between the head and the bluestone slab - all in all, the scene when the two-headed ogre kowtowed was simply ...... It's so funny.

Apparently the voice, or rather, the "Cunzài" thought so, and he let out a chuckle: "What a funny, Guldan, the servant you found is really interesting...... Get up, you two. ”

Gugar didn't speak—neither head did it—and got up.

Gul'dan hesitated, and cautiously raised his head to look overhead, illuminated by the fireball—even though there was nothing there, Gul'dan hesitated to ask, "My lord, ......what about me?" Have you promised to forgive me? ”

"I say, get up." Gul'dan heard the impatience and sternness of the voice, and without daring to say a word more, he crawled up from the ground, stood with his hands tied to his side, and lowered his head deeply—he didn't know where his cloak had gone, perhaps it had been lost when he was attacked by the shadow demon—which made his whole body look as if he were dozens of years older than before.1 Gur'dan could still recall how energetic Gul'dan had been when he first entered the temple.

"Actually, I was wrong, Gul'dan. Sargeras did lie to you. Again, the voice spoke in astonishment.

Having learned his previous lesson, Gul'dan still bowed his head respectfully, not daring to say a word—the spells that had once made him the way to survive were now useless, and he knew that if he wanted to survive, he would have to rely on his former master, who had abandoned him once in Draenor, but now, this was his only hope.

"I think you understand, both for Sargeras and for me, Gul'dan, that you are not even as small as an ant." The voice continued, "You are still able to or because we think you are still useful. I hope that after this experience, you will be able to put away your humble ambition a little bit, and let me see a little bit of ...... Loyal, you won't let me down, will you? (To be continued......)