Legend of Warcraft

Chapter 115 Departure, Azeroth!
Kil'jaeden didn't make Ner'zhul wait too long, but in order to win Kil'jaeden's trust and get what he wanted, Ner'zhul really gathered all the orc tribes still in Draenor.Of course, it is not a full-scale assembly, but just gathering powerful fighters from various tribes and arranging them on the square outside their fortress.

The setting sun was like blood, shining on this lonely castle, casting a long shadow.Ner'zhul stood at the very top of this fortress, where there was a huge platform.

He looked at the sky, the setting sun was about to set, and the time agreed by Kil'jaeden was approaching. Ner'zhul's mouth curved into an arc, and he looked at the orcs standing below.

"My lord, have you really decided?" Grom climbed to the top platform of the fortress and glanced at Ner'zhul worriedly.

"Grom, I'm not Gul'dan, Kil'jaeden wants to use us, so I'm using him." Ner'zhul glanced at the orc chief, "I will not push the orcs into a situation where there is no redemption, you do not worry!"

Grom sighed, could he not be worried, after all, the lessons learned by Gul'dan and Blackhand were there.Besides, after these orc warriors signed a contract with the demon, they would all become slaves!
Ner'zhul ignored Grom, focused on looking at the sky, and waited for the arrival of the demon messenger.My plan must be implemented, and what I want must be obtained. Even if some orcs are sacrificed, my determination cannot be shaken!

A small vortex appeared in the sky, but the vortex quickly became larger and moved quickly over the fortress.The vortex was still getting bigger, Ner'zhul was startled, what kind of thing did Kil'jaeden send him?

Grom quickly left the fortress, and the crowd below had begun to riot. The panic and consternation were like an infectious disease, and quickly spread to the orc warrior team.

"Quiet, don't make noise!" Grom walked to the front of the line and shouted angrily.

A flame suddenly flew out from the vortex, and a meteorite with green flames fell directly behind the fortress.

The ground shook violently, making all the orcs unable to stand still, and some even fell to the ground.Ner'zhul also flew down from the fortress, frowning and landed where the meteorite fell.

A huge pothole has been knocked out in that place, and the hole emits green flame light, which makes people shudder.

Ner'zhul took a few steps closer, trying to see what was going on inside the pit.Grom ran to Ner'zhul, watching the pothole warily.

Suddenly the ground shook again, and a long sigh came from the hole, followed by a deafening roar.

Everyone tightly covered their ears with their hands, and even so, it still made their heads ache.The roar seemed to have pierced the eardrum and penetrated directly into the brain.

Ner'zhul frowned, and took a few steps forward.At this moment, a pair of huge dark red eyes popped out from the edge of the pit, followed by the entire huge head.

Grom gasped, what an ugly head!Under a pair of huge eyes, there is a huge animal-like nose, and on the bloody mouth, two huge fangs are sticking out.

Just as the two of them were stunned, the ugly demon messenger all got out of the hole and stood up.The dark green skin was also covered with scales, which shone coldly under the light of the fire.His lower body actually has four legs, and a long tail drags behind him.

Grom looked up with difficulty, and saw that the demon was seven or eight meters tall, with two thick arms holding a huge three-pronged fork.

Everyone was dumbfounded by this demon. If their shaman prophet and war chief were not in front of them, they would have fled in all directions.

"Humble mortal, I am the general of the demon lord Kil'jaeden, and my name is Mannoroth!" the demon roared with his mouth open.

Grom frowned for a while, the big devil's mouth really stinks!
Ner'zhul also frowned, and said, "I am Ner'zhul, and you are the one sent by Kil'jaeden to assist me?"

"Assist?" Mannoroth stood up with his mouth open as if he had heard a joke, "No, I am here to lead you under the orders of Kil'jaeden! I will bring you endless power, and you Will be loyal to me!"

Ner'zhul's heart skipped a beat, and he said loudly, "Don't Kil'jaeden's words count? What about the things he promised me? What about the freedom he promised us?"

Mannoroth became impatient, and threw small boxes to Ner'zhul casually, saying, "This is what you want, and only one person can see it! Lord Kil'jaeden promised to give you freedom, but they!" Speaking of which, Mannoroth pointed to those orc warriors and continued: "They must sign a contract with me! This is our agreement!"

Ner'zhul waved his hands irritably, and said, "It's up to you!" I have already got what I want, and it is normal to pay some price.

"Prepare a cauldron, I can use it!" Mannoroth said.

Ner'zhul randomly recruited a few warriors and asked them to prepare.Grom glanced at the great demon, then at Ner'zhul, and found that his attention was completely absorbed in the small box.

"My lord, is this really all right?" Grom asked worriedly.Ner'zhul didn't hear him at all, and didn't respond.

Grom frowned, and tried to call a few more times. Could it be that Ner'zhul, like his apprentice Gul'dan, is just a selfish evil shaman?

Just when he was about to try to call Ner'zhul again, he raised his head and glanced at Grom, and said, "Okay, Grom! I heard what you said. It is necessary to pay some price to achieve great things. "

Ner'zhul looked at Grom with a worried face, and said with a gleam in his eyes: "Don't you want to leave this abandoned world? This world has been destroyed by Gul'dan, we must find a place that is really suitable for orcs to live .There is a way to leave here, and you need to come and complete the following things!"

Grom's eyes also brightened. As Ner'zhul said, this world has been abandoned, and it is good to be able to leave!
"What can I do?" Grom sighed.

"Through the Dark Portal, go to Azeroth and bring me back that traitor, and then I will tell you what's next." Ner'zhul said in a deep voice.

The cauldron was ready, and Mannoroth was extremely impatient. Seeing that Ner'zhul was just whispering to the orc, he shouted loudly, "We can start!"

Ner'zhul glanced at Mannoroth with disdain, scolded a running dog in his heart, and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Pour in the water!" Mannoroth said, waiting for the orcs to fill the cauldron with water, and then cut his arm with the big fork in his hand.

Green blood full of stench slowly flowed into the water, dyeing the whole pot of water green.

"Let those orcs drink it, and then drink it every two days!" Mannoroth shook his head, then walked to the side with heavy steps.

Although the orcs were extremely reluctant, none of them objected to their shaman prophet. They just scooped up the foul-smelling green water from the pot without saying a word, and poured it into their mouths with their eyes closed.

Ner'zhul watched those warriors come up one by one, drank the water in the pot, nodded with satisfaction, and said to Grom: "Take some people and go to the Dark Portal, Kilrogg You're already waiting there, so you don't have to drink Mannoroth's blood! Kilrogg will guide you to Azeroth and find that traitor! Remember, you must live!"

Grom nodded, randomly ordered a group of soldiers, and rushed to the Dark Portal overnight to join Kilrogg.

At noon the next day, the Portal of Darkness emitted a ray of light, although it was very faint, it was enough for Grom and the others to pass through the passage and reach Azeroth.

Grom stepped into the teleportation tunnel, and after a few minutes, he appeared in front of the portal of darkness at the other end.

After all the soldiers he brought passed through, he suddenly raised his head, and saw a few thin figures not far away, walking over with a shining protective cover.

(End of this chapter)