Gul'dan was anxious.

This state of affairs has intensified recently, the anger of the tribe has not been vented, and internal strife has become more frequent, and even the black hand has constantly put pressure on him.

But what could he do?

The Burning Legion had abandoned him, and he didn't even dare to divulge the news to anyone else, and he had nothing to gain but Naozu's taunts.

Looking through the crystal floor-to-ceiling windows at the orcs coming and going outside the temple, the warlock's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

This is the temple of Carabo, but due to the influence of the Dark Star, the light is no longer visible. Therefore, more people are now accustomed to calling it the Temple of Darkness.

It was originally the Draenei Prophet's room, but after his rearrangement, it has completely lost its Draenei style. The table was littered with Draenei soul shards with a haunting white halo, as well as various equipment used to perform rituals and assemble magical arrays.

A large number of unknown spell casting materials were piled up in the corners like garbage, and if anything, the value of a single room alone was more than the sum of the previous ordinary clans.

However, the current Gul'dan does not have the slightest idea of joy. These things can't fill the shortage of food in the tribe.

Crash!

Just as Gul'dan was in a state of sorrow, a flapping sound suddenly appeared, and a black crow landed on the edge of the window.

Not only did the Dark Star change the temple, but it also affected the surrounding flora and fauna, and the Warlock had seen a lot of this pure black bird.

But there are still animals around the Dark Temple, shouldn't they all be killed?

As if sensing the warlock's doubts, the raven raised her head and stared straight into his eyes with pearl-like eyes.

In a trance, Gul'dan seemed to lose the support of the floor under his feet, and in an instant, the whole person fell into the abyss......

The brief moment of horror was fleeting, and what appeared in front of him was a thin black phantom.

The other party's face and body were completely concealed by a wide black cloak, and he could barely make out the outline of an orc. He was emaciated, even thinner than a female orc. But somehow, Gul'dan could feel that the other party was a man.

His posture was delicate and elegant, and the power emanating from this stranger constantly struck Gul'dan's will. When the other party's voice sounded in his head, he couldn't help but shudder.

"You feel adrift. ”

The voice was strange and friendly, and at the same time irresistible.

Gul'dan nodded cautiously, both cautious and eager.

"Kilgardan promises you power, power, honor...... Give you something that this world has never seen before. The soft voice was magnetic, spitting out of the mouth hidden in the shadow of the cloak, making Gul'dan feel frightened, but more angry.

"He abandoned us!" he roared, "He ruined our world, and then left us to die with the world, if you were sent by him, then ......"

"No, no. The strange and elusive voice chuckled softly, as if the supreme name they were talking about was just a joke.

"I'm from ...... A greater being. His eyes twinkled in the shadow of the cloak, "his master." ”

The master's, the master?

Sargeras!

A loud voice that shook even this turbid world suddenly sounded, and Gul'dan was like being struck by thunder, and the whole person stayed in place for a long time to come back to his senses.

Touching his forehead with palpitations, Gul'dan was shocked to find that it was already covered with sweat.

"Gul'dan, you'll find out soon. Though obscured by the cloak, the warlock could feel that the man, laughing, "Destruction and oblivion are beautiful and pure, and they are the direction in which all things develop." You can resist him and be destroyed, or you can help him and get rewarded. ”

Still full of doubts and caution about the cloak and his sweet words, Gul'dan cautiously asked, "What do you want?"

"Your people are dying. The phantom said bluntly, "This world has no value for survival, and they must go somewhere else." ”

"There is plenty of food, there are enough places for creatures worth slaughtering. The mouth, surrounded by a thin black beard, slowly hooked up into a smile that made Gul'dan's heart palpitate.

"It sounds like a reward, not a task. ”

"It's both. The voice continued, "But the rewards don't stop there. ”

"You control the Shadow Council, you've tasted power, you're the most powerful warlock among your people, and you know how to use it to make you satisfied. ”

"Imagine if you were, God ......"

Gul'dan trembled, not from fear, but with excitement.

If this Sargeras is really the master of Kil'Gardan, then he has absolute reason to believe that if he can be satisfied, he will have a chance to become a being like a fraudster and a destroyer, such a being that crosses all worlds and is supreme.

The absurd idea of shaking the earth with open arms in his mind took root in his mind. At the same time, countless pairs of reverent eyes watched him, shouting his name and singing the praises of his great achievements.

Among them, he even saw Manolos, even Kilgardan, and even ......

"It's good to be ambitious. The voice of the blurry image became like thunder, tearing apart all of Gul'dan's fantasies, "But too much greed will leave you dead with no place to bury." ”

Swallowing hard, the warlock nodded hurriedly, and the voice let out a satisfied snort, and did not stop there: "We have a common enemy. ”

"I will see them die, and you and your people will be able to satisfy your desires. As the phantom slowly raised his head, Gul'dan saw more and more clearly the other's distinctly different characteristics from the orcs, the pale skin, and the eyes that swirled with a distorted green light.

"This is a mutually beneficial partnership for both of us. ”

"Indeed. Seeing the same skin color as the otherworldly man he remembered who had sabotaged his plans, Gul'dan calmed down a little, "But I've been fooled once. ”

After a brief moment of silence, the phantom opened its mouth and seemed to sigh faintly: "The power of the true god has been left in an ancient tomb, sunk in the churning sea of darkness, and we must set it free. ”

"It is your mission to liberate the true God. ”

Unless, you want to reject the gratitude of the true God. ”

Guldan's muscles tensed, and the warlock's gaze fluttered as he looked at the familiar sly smile and his bright white teeth, and in the end, desire triumphed over reason.

"What do you want me to do?"

"First of all. He laughed, and the laughter swept through the space like rolling thunder, "We're going to conquer that world." ”

......

Gul'dan awoke, and he found himself lying on all fours on the floor, sweat soaking his fur cloak and leaving large water stains on the ground. But he didn't pay any attention to it, and he hurried to his feet and ran to the windowsill.

There was a pitch-black feather and several large letters carved into the claws or beak of a bird.

Portal, Azeroth, Human, Medivan.

Gul'dan smiled.

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