〔1〕

"Nao Zu!!"

This call made the orc shaman, the former great chief of the tribe, open his eyes and scream loudly.

Almost at the same moment, the eerie nothingness that surrounded him began to invade all his senses, and he closed his eyes tightly, hoping to dispel the sensations that drove him crazy.

Then, in the midst of all kinds of howls and repeated loops, he heard it again.

"Naozu!"

The orc shaman blinked and looked around.

In the distorted space where he couldn't see his fingers, Naozu saw a black figure.

It had the form of an orc, and on closer inspection, it was covered in moss-green skin, and its sharp fangs and braids confirmed its thoughts.

It was clearly an orc, and Naozu recognized him as one of his Shadowmoon warriors.

However, the orc was motionless, as if it were a sculpture, and Naozu felt as if he had seen the orc's chest rise and fall, but in this strange space, everything was uncertain.

In this strange vortex of light and shadow, there were other figures scattered around, and it seemed that the Shadow Moon Orcs he led and followed him through the rift were all here.

But the question is, where is this?

Why didn't he use the rift summoned by his dark magic to take them to another world?

Whatever the place, however, Naozu was sure that this was no ordinary world.

What's going on?

Why is he still awake and conscious, while the other Shadowmoon orcs seem to be imprisoned in a deep sleep?

Just as Naozu was puzzled, a crimson light flashed, and for a moment, Naozu saw a glimmer of light on the other orcs, as well as on himself.

"Naozu !!!"

With a dazzling red light, his name once again resounded in this mysterious place.

But this time it was different, and the orc shaman felt as if something was beginning to drag his chest and limbs.

The rest of the orcs around him sped back behind him, and he seemed to be pulled into another dark space by a powerful force, alone, while the other orcs were drowned in the shadows in the distance.

Subsequently...

Another, even greater shadow loomed over him.

As if aware of something, Neozu felt a chill down his spine, and he looked up tremblingly—ready to meet the true face of anger.

Appearing in front of Naozu was a huge creature dressed in blood-red armor.

He was nearly a hundred feet tall, his eyes shone with golden light, the barbed armor on his shoulders burned with crimson flames, his jaws had two dragon-like tentacles, the red wings on his back covered the clouds, and the sharp horns on his head were like towering mountain peaks.

His body was completely bathed in flames, and with his legs as the center, a huge vortex of flames was set off, and the thick flames rolled and roared, reflecting the entire space red.

Naozu knew his identity immediately...

Kilgardan!!

His wickedness and wisdom are as chilling as his strength.

"Big... My lord!"

Naozu gasped, his face completely bloodless, and although his limbs were still imprisoned, he did his best to bow to the other party.

"Ah, Naozu, my little servant who is not loyal enough. ”

The voice of the Demon Lord Kilgardan resounded through the sky, echoing in the ears of Naozu like the Last Judgment, causing the latter's heart to tremble, "Do you think I forgot about you?"

After the arrival of the terrifying Kil'Gardan, the entire space was filled with a fierce red light, the sky was low, the flames were wanton, and the whole space seemed to be destroyed.

"No... Of course not!!"

In fact, Nao Zu did hope for it, but it backfired, and this terrible guy never seemed to want to let himself go.

Beads of sweat slid down the orc's withered forehead, and even though his body was restrained, Naozu was still anxious to explain something.

But what is desperate is that his jet-black lips squirmed for a long time, but he still couldn't spit out half a word.

Seeing this, Nao Zu's heart sank to the bottom.

"I've been keeping an eye on you, Naozu. ”

The corners of Kil'Gardan's mouth showed a hint of hideousness, and his loud voice pierced the sky: "You have made me pay so much, and now, you should pay the price for your failure!"

Blazing flames were gathering all around, but Naozu felt a biting cold.

"You can't escape my grip anymore. ”

Kil'Gardan's expression was indifferent, and no emotion could be heard in his voice: "In order to plan this invasion war, I have already found another one who is willing to lead the orcs to submit to the darkness, so..."

The Demon Lord's eyes narrowed into a line, and his voice sounded like falling into an ice cellar.

"You've lost your value!!"

The death-like words of the sentence made Naozu's whole body cold, and he clearly knew that with the strength of this demon, he could easily obliterate him.

"No !!"

Naozu shouted in despair.

He struggled to break free from the invisible confinement, "My people still need me!"

There was a terrible laugh, and the demon's huge body trembled with the laughter, and the terrifying and eerie laughter was enough to make the heart of the lost Nao Zu spasm.

"I understand too well, to you, they're good for nothing, so don't worry. ”

Kilgardan whispered, and then, he reached out a fingertip and embedded it straight into Naozu's shriveled skin, "You can't save them, don't you understand? ”

Naozu felt a piercing pain and excruciating heat, his head falling back, and a terrifying scream came from between his trembling lips.

He knew it all too well...

All this is just the beginning of a nightmare...

〔2〕

The cold wind is howling, and everything is silent.

When poor Neozu regained self-consciousness, he had been banished to the far north of Azeroth.

It was another deal he made with Kilgardan to save his life.

- Spread the plague on the human continent, establish the Scourge Legion, and swear by your soul to submit to the rule of the Demon Lord forever!

With Neozu's body torn apart by the warped space, the Demon Lord Kil'Gardan had to transfer his soul to a black armor and imprisoned in a piece of ice from the Twisted Void.

In order to prevent the cunning Neozu from defecting again, Kilgardan even sent the Dreadlord Tikdios to monitor and supervise his movements.

Under the supervision of the cunning Dreadlord, Naozu did not dare to have any second thoughts, so he had to be loyal to the task given to him by Kilgardan.

Fortunately, he did not lose much in strength.

Neozu, who became the Lich King, first began to unleash his evil thoughts in the realm of the Frozen Throne and came into contact with the minds of the native creatures of Northrend.

As it turned out, Neozu was able to control the minds of many of the native creatures with ease, and shrouded them in the expanding powers of darkness, such as ice trolls and some snow monsters.

And due to the erosion of the evil aura, many human villages scattered throughout Northrend have suffered...

In less than a month, all the humans in the village died, and then in a very short time, these dead villagers turned into terrifying and terrifying zombies.

These zombies were a great addition to Naozu's forces, and although they were low in combat, they made the Scourge under his control stronger.

But as the army grows stronger, so does the territory, and with it new enemies.

The Underground Kingdom ruled by Anubrak was founded by a ruthless spider race, who sent a large number of elite troops to raid Icecrown and temporarily dispel Naozu from his insane desire to conquer them.

After a brief encounter, Neozu was dismayed to discover that the spiders were completely immune to his mind control and powerful enough to compete with his army of undead.

The two sides were evenly matched and the tug-of-war lasted for three years.

But in the end, it was Naozu who had the last laugh...

He won the war with great difficulty, and under the attack of the furious Dreadlord and countless undead warriors, the spider kingdom of Ezdra Nierab was reduced to ruins, and even their king became a new follower of the undead.

〔3〕

Naozu's series of time-aware practices succeeded in winning the trust of the Dreadlord and causing him to gradually let his guard down.

At Naozu's behest, Tikdios instructed his people to forge a cursed sword called Frostmourn using the Nasrezm Forge, and when it was done, Naozu even gave the sword the ability to steal souls himself.

Although he claimed to the Dreadlords that the sword was forged to lure more living people to evil, in reality, he had another purpose...

The cunning Neozu knew in his heart that Kil'Gardan would never free him from the curse, and that fearing his great power and the rising Scourge would destroy him once he had completed his mission.

Therefore, he had to plan for another one in advance.

And forging this cursed sword is the first step in his evil plan...

If he can find a suitable host, a victim who hovers between light and darkness, then he can take possession of that person's body and escape from the confines of the Frozen Throne forever.

But in order to shatter the ice from the warped void, his chosen host must possess sufficient psychic power, as well as an infinite amount of dark power, and secondly, the Death Advocate must also actively obey the darkness and obey his commands.

There is no such person in ten thousand, but Nao Zu has already arranged it...

The cold wind howling in Northrend cried like a lost child, as if to speak of endless pain.

Hatred for the living, hatred for Kilgardan, bitter hatred for the Burning Legion.

At this moment, Nao Zu's revenge plan...

Here we go!

(End of chapter)