Gul'dan was standing on the pedestal of an ancient temple, his outer walls covered with moss, coral, and sediments from the depths of the ocean.

The entire building is in a dilapidated state, covered with a large amount of seaweed silt. For Gul'dan, though, appearance doesn't matter. What attracted him was the pulsation that he could feel, the force that tugged at him, and he could even see the whole building vibrating under the influence of this force.

"Get in!" He said to Gugar and the rest of his men. "We have to go inside."

In fact, he had hesitated to bring his men in—for Gul'dan didn't want to share with anyone the power that lurked at the bottom of the temple. Eventually, he decided to take his men with him, as he didn't know what might be inside the ancient temple. So Gul'dan thought it would be better to take these of his minions with him. If necessary, kill them before they find Sargeras's tomb.

Still, Gul'dan had some heart—he left most of the orcs on the seashore to keep an eye on the goblin sailors and ships; Gul'dan was followed by Gurgar and those ogre-magicians, who had simpler brains and were less likely to betray Gul'dan.

Gul'dan and his party made their way through the damp, moss-covered corridors of the temple and cautiously walked inside. Gulgar magically created a fireball floating above his head, allowing Gul'dan to see more clearly - they had carried a lot of torches before, but the waves that had splashed when they had lifted the undersea land - now an island had wet each of them, including the torches. Gul'dan wasn't in the mood to wait for the torches to dry.

The halls and rooms of the temple were as unrecognizable as the exterior of the building, with a layer of sand on the ground and small creatures that were brought to the surface as the island floated. The walls of the temple are covered with shells of various sizes and seaweed. Even the door frames are deformed. Some unnamed creatures of Gul'dan had been clinging to it for so many years, and the places where they had stayed had been smoothed out.

"Hurry up, you idiots!" Gul'dan was impatient and gave orders to the ogres.

The ogres began to walk through the buildings in search of their way, their movements clumsy and inefficient; Finally, led by Gul'dan, they found a wide corridor and walked along it.

Gul'dan cautiously walked inside. The traces of destruction around it gradually decreased. Gul'dan can now clearly see the delicate patterns carved on the columns and the beautiful carvings on the walls, as well as on the floor and ceiling. Although it has been somewhat damaged by the long immersion in salt water, its former glory can still be seen here. Even the most weary tourists will be impressed by the sophistication here.

Gul'dan had no time to appreciate these things. There was only one thing in his mind, the power buried in the ground waiting to be discovered by him. When he finally reached the gate of the catacomb, he stopped and enjoyed the moment.

"Now, Sargeras." He whispered. "I'll take away the power you've left behind - and let this poor world go. No. Let every world you have ever touched kneel before me! ”

He had felt the power, and it was so powerful that it made his mind flutter.

Immersed in such thoughts, Gul'dan motioned for the others to step back, and Gurgar and the ogre magicians obediently retreated to the other side of the room.

Gul'dan reached out and grabbed the handle of the huge black iron door, the only place in the entire temple that has not been decorated, and its singleness gives a solemn feeling. Obviously, there is no need for any vulgar ornaments here.

With a strong desire for what is hidden inside. Gul'dan pulled the door with all his strength. He could feel the aura of centuries of abandonment, and he felt a tingling pain, as if some force had passed through his body. But the force didn't hurt him. More energy was triggered by this force, and he could even feel that there was more and greater energy connected to the far rear.

But the first energy passed through him and then retreated, and its companions stopped moving. As Sargeras assured him. Egwene has set up a barrier here to prevent humans, elves, dwarves, and even gnomes, in short, any of Azeroth's native races, from breaking in. However, he was an orc, and Egwene had never heard of Draenor, and her spells were ineffective against him, so now, he was able to pull open the door and walk in. There was a loud noise at the door, and with a sharp pull, the whole door was completely open.

Behind the door was darkness, and not even that fireball of Gugaltron Zào could penetrate it. The darkness was so frozen that his fingers froze, and the breath he exhaled froze, and the shadows were slowly condensing into a form, quietly wriggling, and the eye-covered thing around it rolled, becoming darker than the surroundings that could not be detected by the naked eye. They were breaking free from the eternal cell and lunging down on the already stunned Gul'dan and his men.

Demon. But he had nothing in common with the demons he had seen before. Gul'dan remembered the terrible creatures he had faced before, but the other demons had become weaker than this one.

No! Gul'dan cried out inwardly, his mouth no longer sounding. This is not the ending he was expecting!

Gul'dan tried to use his magic, raising his hands and waving them - doing whatever he could. But the sight paralyzed him, both physically and mentally. His mind went blank and he could only stare as the things approached him, their shadowy claws already touching his face.

The first touch woke him up from his paralysis, and Gul'dan realized he should run away, and he scrambled to try to escape from this nightmarish place.

However, Gul'dan soon despaired—Gul'dan and the other ogres were standing behind him, but at some point, Gul'dan found them at his side, and the ogres's screams of fear echoed through the tomb where Gul'dan was. The claw hurt like fire, and he lifted his hand to touch his face, only to find that a deep wound had appeared there.

"Gul'dan, what's that?" The head to the left of Gugar asked with a shudder—not just the voice, but the fangs chattering violently. (To be continued......)