The battle was won, and there was no suspense.

However, Naozu did not join the other clan chiefs in enjoying the wine and food they had captured in the largest and most beautiful buildings in town. He rode his wolf and left alone towards the west, without telling anyone.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen Delaney, but it was the one that moved him the most. These blue-skinned aliens with hooves and tails are too similar to Kil'Gardan, the supreme supreme ......

Is he playing a role of being used in a civil war of the same race?

Doubts quickly grew in his heart, like countless reptiles with fangs, gnawing at his limbs over and over again.

He left everyone behind, the power to enjoy victory, and even the praise of the Supreme Lord for him.

He's so lost, he needs help, he needs Roulkan.

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Rushing to the foot of the holy mountain overnight, the wolf fell to the ground exhausted, and the long journey of Nao Zu seemed to be falling apart, but he still held on to his strength, soothing his old friend's body with the power of the elements. Soon, after making sure it was safe and sound, he hurried into the cave.

As for the guards, who will stop the orcs' chief shaman?

Neozu found that it seemed to take him more time than usual to get used to the light. Is it my delusion? It seems to be a little more than ever, dark and eerie?

Looking at the clear pool of water in front of him, he forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, removed the water bag from his waist, and carefully poured it into it while praying sincerely.

The silence was broken by the sound of the murmuring water, and when the water bag emptied, Naozu knelt down in place, looking at the faint glow of the pool, and waited quietly.

Nothing happened.

He didn't panic, and sometimes the Ancestral Soul wasn't in a hurry to respond.

But as the minutes and seconds passed, Nao Zu became more and more uneasy, and he called out anxiously: "Soul of the Ancestors, beloved deceased, I, Nao Zu, the chief of the Shadow Moon Clan, have come to seek ...... No, pray for the teaching of your wisdom. ”

"The times are dark and dangerous, but I cannot see your guidance, even as we grow stronger and more united, but I do not know if we are on the right path. ”

"I beseech you, if you have loved and cared for those who have followed in your footsteps, give me advice so that I may better lead my people. ”

His voice trembled, and he knew that those words sounded tragic and pitiful, and the pride in his nature made him feel extremely ashamed, but only for a moment. He cares about his people, and he wants to do the right thing...... But now, before his eyes, there is only darkness.

The glow of the pool intensified, and Naozu leaned over eagerly, his eyes scanning the water.

He saw a face, looking back at him in the pool.

"Rorkhan. He said softly, the tears that suddenly welled up blurred his vision, but he did not hide the slightest beauty of the other party. He hurriedly put away the excitement in his heart, wiped away his tears, and when he looked at those eyes carefully, his heart was as if it had been suddenly pierced by a sharp blade.

The look in his eyes was hatred.

Naozu jerked back as if he had been hit by something, and at this moment, more familiar faces began to surface. He remembered every face, but what made him tremble was that they all had the same expression on their faces.

"Please, help me, give me your guidance, and I can lead our people......" he shouted almost hoarsely.

The coldness on Rurkan's face seemed to soften a little, and she interrupted the other party's panic with a voice of pity: "No way, Naozu, you are not the savior of your people...... You betrayed us, betrayed everyone. ”

"No!" he realized something, "there must be some way, I will do anything, now, it must not be too late!"

To his horror, Naozu found that even he could not convince himself of this.

"You're not strong enough. Another voice rumbled, "If you were determined enough, you would never have gone this far on this path, and you would not have been so easily deceived into becoming a servant of that dark creature to accomplish his evil plan to destroy everything." ”

"No, obviously, you gave advice to all of us! Kilgardan is the one you asked me to accept!"

Rorkan said nothing, and so did the others, his eyes of pity and disgust like a sharp sword, leaving Naozu's body and mind full of holes and bleeding. By the time he began to try to delegate the blame to others out of fear and panic, he understood how perfectly rigged he was.

The Ancestral Spirits never came, and these were all scams. Yes, Nao Zu deserves not to be trusted, and a man who has been so easily deceived into wielding a butcher's knife at another peace-loving race, what qualifications does he have to make the Ancestral Soul trust him?

Everything is a web, a fine web of lies, cowardice, and deceit. With the destruction of Telmo, the net managed to capture all the orcs. Sadly, it was he Naozu, who led the people, and crashed into it with joy.

So stupid, so incompetent......

He looked at the back of his lover as he turned to leave, and watched the souls of the ancestors disappear from sight, leaving him alone in the empty cave trembling in fear. Not only because he had made a terrible mistake, but the elemental and ancestral souls had completely left him and his people, the shamanic ways of the orcs, in his hands, were cut off.

Smack!

The sound of deliberately amplified footsteps suddenly echoed in the hall, causing Neozu to subconsciously turn his frightened and desperate face away.

"What are you doing here? Guldan's vicious and sly smile was so hideous that it made people feel creepy, "You can't be missing from the celebration banquet, Lord Kil'gardan, hero." ”

"Gul'dan, Tarongor, and ......" looked at the people who had entered the hall, and finally settled on the strange woman

"Introduction, this is Garona, the last survivor of the Bladewind Clan. With that annoying expression, Gul'dan grabbed the wooden staff in his hand and slowly approached, "Greetings to the Shadow Council, Chief Chief. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a red figure appeared out of thin air behind Guldan. Looking at the figure wrapped in dazzling light, the horror in Naozu's eyes almost reached the substance. It was only now that he realized that the red skin and the scorching divine might were flames, the color of blood.

"Now, are you going to betray me?"

As if he had plunged his soul into a scorching flame, the sharp pain tore apart all his sorrow and remorse, and he heard a terrible scream, and Nao Zu collapsed to the ground.

"You, what have you done?" Raising his gaze with difficulty, Naozu stared at Guldan's smug face, and the being behind him with the aura of endless destruction, and he suddenly laughed, his bitter and hoarse laughter filled with endless sadness.

It's all over, from the moment I met Kil'Gardan.

What bullshit soul praise? It's a shackle, it's a curse, it's a brand that Naozu will never be able to turn over.

"Now, do you understand?" Kil'Gardan's flaming shadow slowly floated in front of Naozu, enjoying the other's death-like gaze, and he smiled as if he had everything in his hands, "Surrender, or death." ”

Naozu was silent for a long time, he thought about it a lot. He wanted to vent his anger, his grievances, he wanted to point at Kil'gardan and Gul'dan and curse loudly, he wanted to die and no longer submit to the deceitful......

However, Termo was destroyed, and the orcs tasted the taste of war and the joy of victory. No matter how honorably he sought death now, he would never be honored, and no matter how much he could change the war that had been waged with the orcs.

What's more, he didn't want to die yet, and he was afraid to experience the pain just now......

"Good. Kilgardan smiled, "Don't worry, I will remember our agreement, you will still be the leader of the tribe, victory and honor will fall on the head of the tribe, and you, will enjoy the glory of countless orcs." ”

What a sarcastic word?

Naozu didn't say anything, just struggled to get up, bowed respectfully, and stood in place like a lifeless sculpture. For him, nothing mattered anymore, he lost everything, his honor, his ancestors, and his will.

"So, Gul'dan, what happened to the previous plan?" Neozu's role has been completed, and Kilgardan has never cared too much about the outcast.

"The Black Hand is doing very well, he is a good soldier and a master tactician, he just needs a chance and it is expected that he will become the Great Chief. ”

"I don't want soldiers. Kil'Gardan's flaming eyes looked at him calmly, "It's a servant." ”

Taking half a step back in fear, Gul'dan hurriedly nodded respectfully: "He craves power and power, as long as he uses these as bait, he will become our perfect puppet." ”

"You have to remember that it's not us. Kil'Gardan's voice spread rapidly through the hall, heartbeat, breathing, and wind howling, and everything fell silent because of the unstoppable intimidation, "It's me." ”

Serious unhappiness flashed through his heart, and for Gul'dan, who also longed for it all, Kil'Gardan was greatly annoyed by letting the Black Hand be elected Great Chief instead of him. However, his face still maintained a humble gesture of sincere fear: "As you wish, my lord." ”