Soon after the many clans were reunited, the orc tribe built a massive fortress of hellfire. At this moment, Neozu was sitting upright on the throne in his fortress.

He didn't like the place.

It's a terrifying and annoying place, with a fragmented structure made up of jagged edges, massive black boulders, and twisted serpent-like corridors of varying sorts of back and forth. Traditional orc villages consist mostly of small buildings, houses, and towers. In contrast, if the Hellfire Citadel had any resemblance to them, it was that a place that should have been in perfect harmony had been so distorted, just as the orcs themselves had fallen.

Orcs often use green branches to build the frame of their huts, and then cover the frame with tree trunks; The buildings are made entirely of black stone with rough iron trimming. Strange pillars supported the fortress around the building, and their top were glowing steel spikes, like several huge clawed hands reaching out from the cracked earth and grasping at the Hellfire Fortress.

The twisted paths that connect the top of the fort don't seem to be deliberate, but the product of the melting down of the building. Behind it stands a taller spired tower, and the Black Hand's throne is there. The Black Hand, the puppet ruler chosen by the Shadow Council, is long gone. This throne now belongs to Naozu, the true leader of the Horde.

Naozu did not choose to go to the arched round window in front of Guò to observe the dark door. He didn't want to be affected again by the fact that his once-fertile world had become desolate and unusual. But seriously, he can't escape reality, can he?

Naozu absentmindedly held out his fingers. Touched the white bones on his face and painted them hand-painted. Death. Draenor's death. The death of his people. The death of his own faith. His green pairs. The old man's hands were already stained with blood. So much the blood of innocents, the blood of the orcs who once trusted him. This qiē is all because he has been inadvertently led astray.

You can't think about it anymore, a voice came to his head. Naozu ignored it. When he had no physical contact with the skull of Gul'dan, it was easier to ignore the dead warlock's voice. Despite Neozu's repeated warnings against paying too much attention to it, he couldn't help but glance at the head on a small table. The light of the torch danced on the yellowed skull. He found himself talking to it, as if Gul'dan could hear him. Although, in a way, this is indeed a fact.

"We've hurt too much. You and I are. The messengers of death, the summoners of bad luck, we are all. But now, we can try to save them. O my old apprentice, your head...... Your head will be part of the plan. After you die, you will be much more useful to the orcs. You're back, back to your teacher. Maybe if we work together, they will get new opportunities. ”

But that's not what you're really after, is it, my teacher?

Naozu blinked. "Of course, I have always been looking for ways to help my people! But that's exactly what it is. I brought death to them...... It hurts me. That's why I'm wearing it. He touched the painting on his face again. Skull: The head in front of it, the head it uses to decorate its face. Represents the head of death.

Perhaps, it used to be. Gul'dan's soothing, gentle voice once again lingered in his heart. But your strength doesn't stop there, the mighty Naozu. As long as you and I cooperate, we can-

A cacophony of voices caught Naozu's attention. Reluctantly, he took his gaze off Gul'dan's skull, ending the argument that had not yet ended. The Bloodfiend was standing in front of him, and next to him was a human whom Naozu did not recognize. The man was tall and thin, with curly hair and a neat beard. The stranger was lavishly dressed, and his every move carried with the grace and confidence expected of a leader. However, there was something wrong with him. Neozu felt the energy emanating from his side and frowned.

"I got those fetishes. The Blood Demon said straight to the point, holding a large package in his hand. Sensing that he saw hope, Naozu waved enthusiastically for the Death Knight to step forward. The Blood Demon approached the throne and took all the artifacts from his pocket and placed them on the old shaman's lap.

Naozu looked down at them, and raised them one by one in praise. A huge, thick book with a red cover trimmed with brass and a drawing of the coat of arms of a flying crow. A crystal about the size of a human head, with a star carved in the center and a deep purple rim. There is also an elongated scepter, supported by silver and wood, and at its top is a glittering giant white gem.

"That's right," Naozu whispered, placing his hand on the three treasures. It can feel the endless power emanating from it, enough power to tear apart the space between worlds. "That's right, with them, we can open new portals. We will save the tribe. We have to get to work right away! It will take a while to cast such a high-intensity spell, and it will be necessary to ensure the accuracy of a qiē thing. He laughed. "But with these three things, we can't fail. ”

The Blood Demon bowed and reminded Naozu, "I sued you, it's doable. He took a step back, turning to the human who had come with him.

"Without the help of the Black Dragons, we wouldn't have been able to achieve this. Deathwing is their father and leader. ”

Deathwing!Neozu's hands clenched the armrests of the throne. Skull, Death Knight...... And now, a powerful creature that even bears the name of "death" stands in front of him. From Deathwing's human shell, Nao Zu could vaguely see his true dragon form, and shuddered. Deathwing's lips curled, but there was no warmth in his smile, and the bow he bowed to Neozu was tinged with mockery. Naozu tried to calm his pounding heart. This qiē, too, had dreamed of - the shadow of death.

Outside the Hellfire Fortress, Lin Yue was lurking in a corner, and he didn't dare to go deeper. Although the guards at the door were nothing to Lin Yue, who could be invisible, the human who arrived with the Blood Demon. Lin Yue felt an aura of extreme danger from him, and he believed that as long as he entered a certain distance, even if he was invisible, he would not be able to escape his eyes.

Therefore, Lin Yue did not follow them into the Hellfire Fortress, although he was very curious, he had to endure it for the time being. (To be continued......)