"Naozu!"

This call made the orc shaman, the great chief of the tribe, open his eyes and scream loudly. At the same moment, the eerie nothingness that surrounded him began to attack all his senses. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping to dispel the feeling that it was enough to drive him crazy. Then, in the midst of all the howls and the repetition of the monophony, he heard again:

"Naozu!"

He blinked and looked around. Not far away—or rather, it seems, for in a split second he swore that it was miles away from him—that Naozu saw a black figure. It had the shape of an orc, and on closer inspection, its green skin, fangs, and braids confirmed its thoughts. It was clearly an orc, and Naozu recognized him as one of his Shadowmoon warriors. However, the orc did not move—Naozu felt as if he had seen the orc's chest rise and fall, but in this place, everything was uncertain.

In this strange whirlpool of light and shadow, there are other figures scattered around. It looked like the orcs who had followed him through the rift were here.

The question is, where is this, and why didn't the rift take them to another world, but whatever it is, Neozu can be sure that this is no ordinary world. Why is he still awake and conscious, while everyone else seems to be imprisoned in a deep sleep?

A flash of light flashed. For a moment, Naozu saw a glimmer of light flickering on the other orcs, as well as on his own. His eyes widened, and then he had to close them again as the sights came at him. But he knew what he had seen - something had imprisoned them here.

"Naozu!" Once again, his name resounded in this mysterious place. But this time, Naozu felt something start dragging at his chest and limbs. The other orcs were quickly backing off, and perhaps the orcs were still stuck in place, and he was alone in the move—and here he couldn't be sure. But. Within minutes, Naozu was alone, and the other orcs were submerged in the shadows in the distance.

Then, another, larger, darker shadow loomed over him. He looked up—

-- I saw the true face of anger.

Before Naozu. It is a giant creature dressed in blood-red armor. He has similar facial features to the Draenei, and appears to be a highly intelligent creature, but his demonic face is bright red. There are two short corners at his tall sideburns. He had a beard on his chin, and two tentacles-like things protruding from under his mouth. Several earrings sparkled, and its eyes shone with a deep yellow glow.

Neozu knew his identity immediately.

"Your Excellency!" Naozu gasped. Even though his limbs were still imprisoned, he bowed to the other party with all his might.

"Ah, Naozu, my little minite who is not pious enough," Kil'Gardan, the demon lord of the Burning Legion, replied. "Do you think I forgot about you?"

"No, sir, of course not. In fact, Naozu did hope so, and after the first few years. He does think that's the case. Now, the Demon Lord continued to speak, and Naozu's heart sank to the bottom.

"Oh, I've been keeping an eye on you, Naozu," Kil'Gardan assured him. "You've made me pay a lot, you know. The Demon Lord laughed, and the piercing voice made people feel a chill in their bones. "And now, it's time for you to pay for your failures!"

"I'm ......," Naozu began, but nothing could come to his mind.

"You must not just walk away. Kilgardan continued for him. "I know that eventually, you're going to try to cast spells that you don't yet know and don't understand. I waited. Because I know that one day, your pride will bring you to me. He spread out his gloved hands. "So here you are!" His eyes narrowed almost into a slit. "You have dreamed of death. You want to escape it. Now, my doll, death will be the only thing you will know about it in the future. ”

Several images flashed through Naozu's mind: flesh being torn from his body; The dead surrounded him and drew closer to him. Their blood was on his hands, and his blood was splattered on the dead, what a horrible combination of life, death, and painful torment.

"No!" Naozu shouted. He struggled, trying to break free from the invisible confinement. "My people still need me!"

A burst of laughter was heard. The demon's massive form trembled with laughter. The terrifying and eerie laughter was enough to make Naozu's heart spasm.

"I understand too well that to you, they are nothing good. So, don't worry," the Demon Lord whispered, a fingertip embedded in Naozu's cheek. Naozu felt a sharp pain and unbearable heat. "You can't save them. Don't you understand? Ridiculous puppet, you can't even save yourself. ”

Then, he twisted his fingers, and his entire palm was pressed against Naozu's face. Naozu's head fell back, and a terrifying scream came from between his trembling lips.

He knew that this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

In the void, Lin Yue floated slowly, and all kinds of pictures flashed in his mind like a movie. Such a legendary piece of history, what a strange feeling it is after experiencing it myself. In fact, Lin Yue had already reached the cultivation agreed with Medivan very early, but Lin Yue was unwilling to leave early. Until the end, when Nao Zu escaped in the Dark Temple, Lin Yue could actually leave the orcs behind. But for a moment he hesitated, perhaps in the eyes of the orcs, in the eyes of Tulayan, Naozu was a representative of an unforgivable evil.

But in fact, Lin Yue knew that Nao Aozu also had a hard time, and he investigated this clearly. He didn't make a move, for various reasons, the most important thing was because Lin Yue was afraid that once he made a move, it would have an irreversible impact on the subsequent historical process, which would be quite a terrifying thing.

When Medivan sent him to bring Draenor with him, he told him not to intersect with the people of this plane unless it was absolutely necessary. Because of Lin Yue's small move, it is very likely that the time and space where he was originally located will change dramatically.

Putting aside the picture in his mind, Lin Yue released the seal of his own cultivation, Lin Yue clenched his fist and felt the power in his body.

"The Burning Legion, I'm back. (To be continued.) )