"Darkness is coming!"

Neozu awoke from his slumber suddenly, and once again he thought of the message that the Ancestral Spirit had revealed to him. The message was so dark and oppressive that the mere recollection of it in his mind made him feel a wave of despair.

The Ancestral Spirit told him that Draenor was dying, that a powerful dark force was growing within, and that if he couldn't think of a way to fix it, there would be no future for Draenor.

Naozu wanted to ask where the Ancestral Spirit darkness came from and what caused it, but his question was not answered as it should be. It seems that some unknown change has occurred in the spirits of the ancestors. Since then, he has lost the ability to communicate with the spirits of his ancestors.

They no longer respond to any of his questions, as well as calls.

"Is it the resurrection of the dead dragon?

Or is it the recent natural disasters that have led to the loss of life?

Or the mysterious High Priest? ”

Neozu could only speculate based on the information at hand, but in any case, he could not determine where the danger was coming from.

Therefore, when Guldan invited himself as an envoy to the Warsong Clan to meet the high priest, Naozu did not stop him, and even gave him some convenience and orc protection.

But to this day, Gul'dan and his people have been gone for a long time, but there is still not the slightest news back. This made his inner uneasiness deepen again.

Nao Zu felt that his current spirit was stretched to the limit, and he had a rare agitation and anger, sadness and pain.

As time passed, the clouds of war of the orc clan could come at any time, and it was in this tense situation that Naozu finally obtained the message of Guldan.

As a minion of the demons, Gul'dan was thrown to the four elemental spirits by the High Priest. In the presence of all the orcs, the spirits of the four elements disintegrated Gul'dan's body.

Naozu was shocked when he heard the news, but he had to believe it. For it was the orc warriors he had sent to guard Gul'dan who had told him all this.

Together with all the orcs in the arena, they went through Gul'dan's memories and learned how he had been targeted by a demon named Kil'Gardan and bewitched him into depravity.

There is no doubt that the other party has a vicious and huge plan, and even the tip of the iceberg of this plan in Gul'dan's memory is enough to make the orcs angry and panic.

Including Nao Zu, after learning about the scale and half of the huge plan, he almost subconsciously thought of the reminder of the ancestral spirit.

He believed that this was the source of the impending calamity revealed by the spirits of the ancestors. The mysterious High Priest may know more than he knows.

"Prepare, I need to meet the High Priest." As soon as Naozu thought of this possibility, he felt an impulse to meet the mysterious high priest and ask her for something.

Before the appearance of that mysterious high priest, he was the uncrowned king of all orc clans, or his reputation was enough to gain the respect and courtesy of many orc clans.

"Where is she now?" Naozu asked the orc warriors of the Shadowmoon Clan who had been released.

"Ogre. Their target is ogres. The orc warrior hurriedly said what he had heard.

In fact, there was no need to ask, the orc clans gathered under the High Priest had been integrated into a tyrannical war machine. They plunder all the resources on the planet and store them. At the same time, according to the high priest's request, he continued to recruit more orc clans and more combat power.

And right now, the other party obviously wants to get rid of the ogres near their area first. That frenzied state of expedition and enthusiastic communication, without the slightest concealment and secrecy, was poured into their ears, and then they were firmly remembered by them.

Orcs are not unique creatures on this planet, and there are other races living on this planet with them. They often have some wars.

Victory, or defeat.

It is a norm under the witness of time.

Now, there is no doubt that the normalcy of this cycle is coming to an end. With a big victory, they will integrate all the forces of this planet and move life to another suitable planet to remultiply.

……

Ogre Arena.

An orc with a hideous face and a gloomy aura was sitting quietly in the stone prison.

He was a slave, a bloody gladiator in the arena, and his daily routine was to fight, get hurt, fight, and kill.

He has faced most of the races on this planet, including his own kind. His hands were stained with the blood of these people, and this bloody daily routine of darkness and day after day almost distorted his spirit.

In addition to fighting, he had to go through all kinds of tortures every day, which made him feel painful, which forced him to change from fearing pain to enjoying it.

His spirit had been twisted under this torture, and the only thing that supported his spirit that had not completely collapsed was the little flame of hope in his heart like the embers of flames.

This is also the motivation why he has been able to persist to this day without breaking down with a tenacious will.

But as time passed, he had become a little numb, and the hope and the last bit of sanity in his heart were about to be completely swallowed up by darkness and tyranny.

The thick arm swayed, the metal thudging through the stone dungeon, and Kargas's other hand gripped the weapon, his eyes wide open at the arm he was bound in.

More than once he had thought about chopping off his arm in exchange for some freedom of movement.

Suddenly, Kargas felt some kind of energy erosion.

This is not the first time that this somewhat cold and dark energy has been felt. It's just that they were so weak before, and only when he is extremely focused and in a certain state of mind can he vaguely feel the existence of this energy.

But right now, his spirit and mind are active, but he just suddenly feels this energy, and its presence is becoming clearer and stronger.

Kargas suddenly realized that when he woke up today, none of the ogres would come and beat him and torture him, and drive him to the arena to fight.

He didn't know what was going on outside, but he vaguely guessed that the opportunity he had been longing for had come.

Without hesitation, Kargas chopped off his locked arm with his hidden weapon, and then used his tools to pry open the iron fence door.

He had rehearsed his escape plan countless times in his mind, including how to break free, how to open the cage, how to settle the battle in the shortest possible time with the ogre warrior who found something wrong, and how to fight to the death to find a way out for himself.

And this kind of thought, Kargas firmly believes that he will not be alone.

So when Kargas freed the orc slaves in the stone prison one by one, the liberated orcs gathered around him and snowballed to help him rescue more orc slaves.

It might be a big move, and it would attract an army of ogres, but they weren't afraid.

However, the smooth ride of the road was unbelievable to Cagas.

Few ogre warriors came to stop them, and the few guards who did were dealt with in a very short period of time.

It wasn't until they broke out of the stone prison and appeared in the arena's daylight that they noticed the anomalies around them.

The sky was dark and cloudy, and the black-gray clouds above them were like a vast whirlpool, with a shocking sight of electricity and wind.

The howling wind that tore through the heavens and the earth, accompanied by a tornado that connected the heavens and the earth, wreaked havoc on this land that belonged to the ogre, devouring and destroying everything.

The earth trembled, and from time to time cracked and sinking. The scorching flames burned their eyes even more.

"Is this a shaman summoning elemental powers? But what shaman could control such a powerful, almost cataclysmic elemental power? The knowing orcs muttered to themselves as they felt the tyrannical elements around them.

"Looks like those ogres have been attacked." With a hideous smile on his face, Kargas looked at the ogres scattered and fleeing under the natural disaster in the distance, and made a bloody declaration: "Let's go and kill wantonly." ”

Roar!

The orc warriors standing behind him, mostly mutilated or tortured, raised their weapons and fists and ran towards the rout of the ogres with Kargas, who was the first to rush out in front of him.

……

Azeroth.

The young king of Lordaeron, Terenus Minahir, sat on his throne, and over the years he successfully made Lordaeron one of the most powerful kingdoms in the Eastern Kingdom, and his powerful army even made his ambitions and wild kings continue to expand, and finally gave birth to the imitation of the original Soradin and unified the human empire.

Once this thought is born, it can no longer be suppressed. He knew exactly what it would bring, but as far as he could see, he had conquered the periphery and expanded his territory, and the only thing left to make him feel passionate and impulsive was the goal of surpassing all the kings and becoming the new king alongside Soladin.

But if you want to go out, it's not so simple and easy. The operation of the army, the supply of food, the expenditure of money, and the union of opponents are all issues that need to be considered.

And the first step to complete expansion and bring the kingdoms of the entire eastern continent under his command is to face the kingdom of the mages of Dalaran.

He needs to carry out a long and meticulous plan, and if he wants to succeed, he may be decades away. During this time, marriages, alliances, suppression, and all kinds of means need to be used.

"Your Majesty!"

Just as Terenus pondered his next steps, a familiar voice rang out. Terenus looked up at Kel'thugad, the archmage of the court, who was walking slowly from outside the door.

"Looks like your trip to Dalaran wasn't wonderful, mage." Terenus looked at Kel'thugad's slightly gloomy face and smiled slightly.

"Speaker Antonidas has given me an ultimatum prohibiting any more dangerous research and exploration of the Dragon's Tower." Kel'thugad's chest rose and fell slightly, gritting his teeth to express his inner depression and unwillingness.

He had spent so much time and so much thought, and just when he was about to find a new path that could make his strength go further, he was suddenly sanctioned by the above and terminated his research. This is tantamount to a bolt from the blue, which directly makes his hard work go to waste.

Kel'thugad had never hated Dalaran as much as he did now, and he hated Antonidas and the other archmages of the Tirithfa Council.

In his opinion, they are simply old stubborn.

Dalaran was founded for the convenience of magical research, but these people limited the new path he might open up for mages, which made Kel'thugad resentful like never before.

"You're not going to listen to him, are you?" Terenus whispered as if he was anticipating what Kel'thugad would decide.

"Of course not! That's all my heart! I'm just one step away from success! Kel'thugad gave his answer.

He can't and won't let go!

From there, he had gained a vast amount of unknown and powerful magical knowledge, both magnificent and fascinating, and with the dangers it should be, a very different system of magic, one that might grow more and have more potential than the arcane system!

He was only one step away from pushing open that door, as long as he pushed it open, he would be able to gain endless power and knowledge, and at this time, let him stop researching, how could it be?

"You'll support me! Is it, Your Majesty? Kel'thugad looked at Terenus, his gaze slightly nervous. The only things he could rely on now were the court mages of Lordaeron and the king of Terenus in front of him.

"Of course, you have selflessly shared the knowledge you have gained with Lordaeron's court mages, and have helped Lordaeron build a lot of magic scrolls and equipment as agreed over the years, our ambition has just begun, how can it stop here?" Terenus's categorical answer sent a smile to Kel'thugad's gloomy face.

If he were alone, his research would have to be postponed for a long time. To make matters worse, the key to the Dragon's Tower is still in the hands of Terenus.

The king had been delaying for a long time under many pretexts, and had not given the keys to the other kingdoms in turn, as agreed.

"However, our current strength is not enough. You can continue your research, but be secretive and not overt. Terenus reminded.

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, I desire the moment of success more than anyone else. It won't take us a few years to have the knowledge and power to change the world! Kel'thugad nodded.

PS: Thank you for the reward from the 40-year-old classmate who killed the pig.

(End of chapter)