"Naozu!"

Tyrone Bloodfiend and Jaz Soul Breaker walked into the Shadowmoon Clan's village as if no one was around, their brisk steps raising up the thick dust beneath their feet. Curious villagers poked their heads out of the doors and windows of their improvised houses to get a glimpse of what was going on, and the two intruders glanced at them viciously with strange glint eyes, and everyone was frightened back.

"Naozu !!" Once again, the Bloodfiend roared in a cold, commanding tone. "I'm going to talk to you!"

Behind him, someone seemed to mumble in a low voice, "I don't know who you are, and I don't really care." You are now invading the territory of the Shadowmoon Clan. Get out of here now, or you'll die here. ”

&nbs⊥↘⊥↘⊥ ↘ it,↖.≧ns⊥b.mp; The Death Knight turned to face the sturdy orc warrior who had just approached behind him, and replied, "I need to speak to Neozu and tell him Tyrone, the Blood Demon has come looking for him." ”

The orc looked a little uneasy when he heard the name. "Bloodseeker, you're the Death Knight?" His face was slightly contorted with disgust, revealing two fangs. He looked at the Blood Demon and his companions, and plucked up his courage and said, "You don't look so dangerous. ”

The Soul Breaker told him, "He's quite dangerous. He turned and nodded at something the orcs couldn't see. Several other figures emerged from the shadows of the hut in the village and came to the two Death Knights. Although they were wearing hoods, their eyes that shone with an eerie light were still clearly visible. The Blood Fiend smiled, and the orc swallowed.

"Now, get your leader quickly. Otherwise, your pride will lead you to a miserable death. ”

The orc said. "Naozu is nowhere to be seen. "Although he has begun to sweat. But it was clear that he still had to obey the orders of his superiors.

The Blood Fiend sighed, and his already rotting lungs inhaled and expelled with a strange whistling sound.

"Then you can die right away." Before the orc could reply, he stretched out his right hand, protected by chain mail, and whispered some incantation. The orc took a deep breath and bent over in pain. Bloodfiend clenched his fists, and blood suddenly gushed out of the hapless orc's nose, eyes, and mouth. Meanwhile. The Bloodfiend had turned away, and was no longer interested in torturing the annoying orcs.

"Dark magic!" A Shadowmoon warrior called out and grabbed the tomahawk beside him. "Kill them, don't let them hurt any of us again!" He roared, and several other people around him responded by taking up their weapons and preparing to fight at any time.

Tyrone's Bloodfiend turned quickly, his glowing eyes narrowing. "If you want to die, just let the horse come, but I'll go to find Naozu myself. This time his hands spread forward at the same time, the power of darkness condensing at his fingertips. Then, it exploded in front of everyone like black fire, knocking the orcs who had just rushed towards them with their tomahawks to the ground. They lay on the ground. Screaming in pain.

"Stop! there are enough people killed here!" The old orc's voice still sounded so authoritative. Tyrone lowered his arms and ordered his companions to step back. Then he looked at the leader of the Shadow Moon Clan in front of him.

"Naozu, you're finally here. Bloodfiend said in a lazy tone. "I think that would get your attention. He turned to Neozu and was surprised to find that the Shadowmoon Leader's face was painted white—like a skull," the Blood Fiend thought to himself. When their eyes met, Neozu's eyes widened.

"I ...... I've dreamed of you," he mused. "In the dream, I foresaw death. And now, you're here......" His slender fingertips touched the hand-drawn skeleton on his face, a few white bits peeling off. "I've been having the same dream for two years. Eventually, you came to take my soul!" ...

"You're wrong. I have come to redeem you. But you're still partially right. I am here for you, but not as you think. I have come to ask you to lead the entire tribe. ”

Naozu was confused. "Why? To make the tribe more fragmented? Am I not doing enough?" His eyes were full of unease. "I will never do such a thing again! Once, I led my people - fell into the trap of Gul'dan, and brought our world to the near ruin. It was a catastrophe that almost completely destroyed us. Please find someone else. ”

Tyrone frowned slightly. Things weren't as smooth as he thought they were, and he couldn't finish killing Naozu the way he did with the Shadowmoon Orcs. He tried again, "The tribe needs you ......"

"The Horde is dead. Naozu interrupted. "Half of the orcs are trapped in that evil world, leaving us forever! Do you want me to be the leader of a pack of dead men?"

The Bloodfiend replied calmly, "They didn't leave us. His composure infected Naozu. "The Dark Gate may be destroyed, but it may be rebuilt. ”

Naozu asked curiously, "What?

The Death Knight explained to him, "There is still a spatial rift left on the continent of Azeroth, and the one on Draenor's side is intact. I can still sense it, and I can rebuild the Dark Portal. I will widen the rift until the entire tribe can cross it. ”

The shaman chief seemed to think about this, and then shook his head. "And even if it could, what good would it do us? The Alliance is too strong for our tribe to win this war. The orcs are basically the same as dead, and we can only choose how we want to die. His fingers touched the skeleton on his face once more, as if they were conscious of their own. Bloodseeker was disgusted by his weakness. It is hard to imagine that a once-revered chieftain could become so afraid of death.

Unfortunately, he was an essential part of the tribe's plans.

Bloodseeker forced himself to be patient, retorting, "Death isn't the only option. If we can rebuild the Dark Portal, we won't have to win, or even fight the Alliance. I have another project in mind for the tribe. I've heard of some artifacts from Gul'dan, if we can get our hands on some of them......"

"It's because of Gul'dan and his conspiracies, how many orcs are still making senseless sacrifices until after he dies!" Naozu roared at him. "You and your damn plans!How much power can you gain from them if they succeed?You bastards of the Shadow Council only know how to get power, and you don't care about the rest!"

Bloodseeker couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Naozu's arms and shook them angrily, "It's been two years! You've been hiding for two years since the Dark Gate collapsed! Now they just need the right guidance, and then they can regain their power! Your supporters are no match for my Death Knights, and we can make all the clans obey your call. The Hammer of Destruction either died in Azeroth or was locked up. Now you're the only one who can command the pack. I've examined the Dark Gate, I know how damaging it is, and I've told you I have a solution. I've sent a few Death Knights there, and even now, they're still working on repairs, waiting for it to turn on again one day. I'm sure we can make it. ”...

"So what exactly is your so-called solution?" Naozu asked harshly. "Have you found a way to get us back to Azeroth and win the war we lost two years ago? We were destined and we couldn't win. He turned and walked towards his cabin.

"Don't care about those wars! You bad old man, listen to me!" The Death Knight shouted behind him. "We don't need to defeat the Alliance, because our goal is not to conquer all of Azeroth!"

Neozu stopped and turned to look at him. "But you said you could fix the Dark Gate. If we don't go back to Azeroth, then what are we going to fix it for?"

"We're really going back. Yes. But not for the sake of war. "Tyrone, the Bloodfiend approached him. "We just need to find some magical artifacts. Once we have them, we can leave and never return to Azeroth. ”

"And then we're going to stay here?" Naozu waved his hand, pointing to the dry earth beside him. "You and I both know that Draenor is a dying place, and it won't even be able to sustain us in the near future. ”

In the Bloodfiend's memories, Neozu wasn't always so sluggish. "It's no longer needed. Then we will be able to leave Azeroth and Draenor and live in other worlds. Others are better in the world. Tyrone said slowly to Neozu as if he were reasoning with a child.

Naozu listened intently now. On his pale face, the Bloodfiend seemed to see something called hope. Neozu stood there for a long time, not knowing whether he should enter his hut and continue in seclusion, or choose to accept a new fate.

Eventually, he asked, "Have you already planned it?"

"Yes. ”

It's been a long time. The Bloodfiend waited patiently for him.

“...... Sue me. Naozu turned and walked into his cabin.

This time, though, Tyrone Bloodfiend walked in with him. (To be continued......)