Whisper.

A whisper that you can't hear unless you listen carefully. The sound of a bird flapping its wings, or the sound of a leaf falling to the ground...... They all sounded louder than the whispers that echoed in Naozu's ears.

But Naozu heard it anyway.

He took the head in his hand, looked deep into the hollowed out eye sockets, and heard Guldan's voice. For Naozu, the voice was life-flattering, answering questions in order to satisfy the desire for approval; At the same time, it implies a great deal of contempt and a thirst for power.

Despite Gul'dan's death, he still hopes to make his former mentor lose his mind once again, as he had done ∮ Ωá∮∮ロba, .±ns±b.m. However, Naozu will never be deceived a second time. Because of his gullibility, Naozu inadvertently betrayed his people, and Gul'dan thought he had defeated the old shaman.

"My apprentice, see who is still alive and in power, and who's dead?" He whispered to the head.

Suddenly, a ray of light spilled into Naozu's traveling tent. He blinked and stopped talking to the skull in his hand. The old shaman saw a sturdy figure, standing at the door of the tent with the light on his back.

"We've taken the Dark Gate!" Grom Hell Roar announced.

⊥ Ozu smiled. Until now, the qiē has been going according to plan. He casually touched the yellowed skull like a pet flattering him. If that's right, the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand will be able to help him reopen the portal.

⊥ Ozu beckoned Grom and his companion Tyrone Bloodfiend to enter. He appointed the two as his lieutenants: the Bloodlord was responsible for monitoring all the Death Knights and Ogre, while Grom was responsible for bringing his orders to the various clans. Right now. The tribes have reunited quite a few clans. Thunder King. The Skull and Bone Chewing Clans have joined them. Only the Red Wanderer Clan - at least the orcs who were left of their clan - had yet to join. All the other clans were once again united under his leadership, making the tribes nearly as powerful as they had been when they first invaded Azeroth. Almost.

"I'm happy about that. "And now—you know what you need to do next." ”

"Oh, I know. Bloodseeker replied affirmatively, "But are you sure you can keep the rift on your own?" Despite the aid of Gul'dan's Skull and the Tiyì - not all of them were valuable, or even justified - it was with the combined efforts of several Death Knights that Naozu was able to fully widen the rift.

≡ great! He shouldn't talk to you like that. From the skull came a whisper again.

No, he shouldn't.

"I've got my own measure. Naozu replied briefly. In Naozu's body, he could feel a powerful energy that had never been seen before. It seems that the process of sucking up the amount of dissolution from the skull awakens a part of his body. That. Something he hadn't realized before, and that felt ...... Very good. "Once the framework of the Dark Gate is rebuilt, it will no longer need our help to function. Now, go and do your duty, Tyrone. ”

From the shadow of the Death Knight's hood, Neozu saw his eyes twinkle slightly. Then, the Blood Demon nodded hastily, turned and walked out of the tent, his cloak surging behind him.

⊥ Ozu turned to Grom again, who nodded. "Naozu. I'm ready. It couldn't be better. ”...

"Very good...... The sooner you go, the sooner we can reach our goal. Grom raised his tomahawk in salute. Then he walked out with the Blood Fiend.

Neozu lingered in the darkness for a moment, then stepped out of his tent and watched as the two of them walked up the front steps, through the Dark Gate, to another world, one he had never set foot in himself.

He stared at the rift, his fingertips gently touching the smooth surface of Gul'dan's skull.

Then, you will never need to see this Azeroth in person again. Soon, the greater glory will be yours!

Yes, Naozu mused, soon.

"Any news?" Tyrone Bloodseeker asked Jaz Soulbreaker. Now they stand on the land of Azeroth. When the dimensional rift was reopened, Jaz was the vanguard and led a handful of Death Knights here. Now, he is in charge of repairing the Dark Gate on this side; The orcs provided the human resources to rebuild the framework of the Dark Gate with the scattered rubble; The Death Knights are doing their best to make it a more materialistic passageway. Using their dark magic, they can expand and strengthen the rift so that it can be used better by the Horde.

"We killed them very easily. The Soul Breaker laughed and replied, "In the dark, they can't stand a chance to win. He pointed behind him. Even though it was still dark, the Blood Demon's senses told him the existence of the frame. "We're on a very good track, and as expected, we will be able to complete the framework in a day or two. ”

The Blood Demon snorted, studying the orc's work, a simple stone arch on a slope. The original Dark Gate was erected on that slope. When the portal collapsed, the arch fell with it. Now, the orcs who had been forced to do the hard labor had cleared all the ruins and were busy assembling the stones that had been brought from Draenor. The frame was primarily for its function, not for decoration, so there were only hastily carved orc sigils on it. However, as far as the Bloodfiend was concerned, as long as the arch could keep the portal functioning properly, he didn't care about these details.

"What happened to the other clans that are still in this world?" Bloodseeker asked.

"When we occupy this valley, we connect with them through dreams and visions. The Soul Breaker replied. "Well, I don't know how long they'll be here soon. ”

Outcome. Just a few hours later. Bloodseeker heard some approaching footsteps. He got up from the big rock he had leaned against earlier. Noticing that the Dark Gate was nearing completion, it stopped. The shadow created by the Death Knights still remains, as it prevents the humans from fighting back quickly, and allows them to continue to guess where the shadow came from. But for the orcs and the death knights, their movements were not affected too much, and the footsteps gradually became closer.

Eventually, a team of orcs came into his sight. It looked like they were all badly injured and tired. The number of these orcs definitely did not exceed forty. But everyone grabbed their weapons and was ready to fight at any time. Their leader was an old orc, who had been through the vicissitudes of time, but he was still very strong, and his head was constantly looking back and forth. As they got closer, the Bloodfiend recognized him and understood why he was moving his head the way he did - the orc had only one eye, and his other eye was covered in scars. Bloodseeker remembered some rumors about how Kilrog had lost those eyes, and a few other things he had gained from them in return. ...

The Bloodfiend stepped forward and welcomed the chief of the Mocking Skull Clan, "Kilrog. "Trying to get close to Kilrog without warning him in advance. That's not a good idea.

The other's head spun around until he finally locked his gaze on the Death Knight. He replied, "Blood Fiend." He walked over and raised his hand to signal his warriors to spread out behind him and stand up. "I foresaw you, you'll be here. ”

Tyrone nodded. He saw Kilrog look behind him, staring at the dark door that was nearing completion.

The Skull Chief whispered, "It seems to be true, you have repaired the portal!"

The Bloodseeker replied, "That's true. We're from Draenor, and you can go back through guò. ”

"Then is our earth alive?"

"Draenor is still a place of death," the Bloodfiend admitted. "But Naozu has a plan. ”

Hearing this, Kilrog's brow furrowed deeply, "Naozu, the old immortal? he came to get involved in these things, I saw him in my dreams, but I thought it was just a remnant of the past. ”

"Now it should be said that it is our hope for the future. The Bloodfiend responded, "Neozu is once again in power and has reunited the Horde, and now all the clans on the Draenor continent are under his banner," Of course, the Bloodfiend didn't mention the Red Wanderer Clan, as they were barely making ends meet. And he reopened the portal. Even if he can't save our world, at least his plan will save our people. ”

Kilrog scratched the scar on his eye socket and asked, "Did he do it?"

Bloodseeker nodded.

Well, maybe in the end, he overcame the weaknesses and doubts that Gul'dan had caused. If he is still the same as Naozu in the past, I will gladly follow him. He shook his head, keeping his voice as low as he could, "And, to be honest, even though Azeroth is much better off than our world, I'd be happy to leave here and go home." We've been stuffy here for too long. ”

The Blood Demon urged, "Then go back." Neozu and the others are still waiting for you on the other side of the Dark Gate. For them, your experience and wisdom will play an important role in them. But you have to tell me first, what happened to the other orcs who are still on the continent of Azeroth?"

Kilrog said, "Aside from the Frostwolf Clan - they have nothing to do with the rest of the people - only the other two clans are still in captivity: the Dragon's Throat and the Blackstone Clan. The Dragonmaw Orcs also hide in the mountains, hiding from humans, and they still control the Red Dragons. A year ago, they had formed an alliance with the Blackstone Orcs. Brothers Red and Maim lead the Blackstone Orcs and claim the Tower for themselves. He shrugged, "If it were me, I would never have built my own base camp in the place where the Hammer of Destruction was defeated, but those two brothers never cared about him. ”

This is not good news. Bloodseeker asked, "Do you think they'll make it to the Dark Gate and back to Draenor?"

Kilrog shook his head, "Impossible. They're already here and can't get away with it. ”

The Blood Fiend frowned slightly, but nodded anyway, "Thank you, Kilrog." Now you're ready to go. Draenor awaits your return. ”

Kilrog nodded, turned around, and led his warriors through the camp to the Dark Gate. Even in the darkness, the teleporters still glow. The Skull Chief shouted, "Forward, forward, forward!" Draenor, here we come!" He pointed ahead. Without hesitation, one warrior walked through the Dark Gate, followed by the others and Kirrog at the end of the line. He glanced back, looked at the valley ahead, looked at Azeroth, and raised his weapon.

Kilrog swore an oath, "I left, but it was only for regrouping...... I'll be back. I will allow the world and its people to experience my wrath. Then, too, he stepped forward, leaving Azeroth. (To be continued......)