There are always some people who are favored by fate, and there are always some people whose lives are more exciting than others.

Gugal was favored by fate in this way, although the form in which this favor appeared was not quite the same as the kind of "favor" that mortals traditionally understood.

This cunning ogre is the absolute leader of the Twilight's Hammer cult, he used to learn shadow magic with the shadow sorcerer Gul'dan, but long before Gul'dan was defeated, Gurgar had secretly established the prototype of Twilight's hammer, it is difficult to say whether this ogre was ever truly loyal to Gul'dan, but judging by his style of conduct in the last ten years, we are more inclined to believe that he has never been loyal to anyone.

Whether it's joining the old tribe with Gul'dan or continuing to take charge of Twilight's hammer after the tribe has fallen, this ogre is not a man willing to bow down to the others... He's not a guy who can be easily controlled.

The ogre's appearance was rough and ugly, and his mind was just as complex, as was his past enigmatic experience.

At this time, in the underground of the mysterious Titan City of Ulduar, on the twisted land only a step away from the ancient god Yog-Saron, the power of darkness accompanied by the pungent smell of blood surged, making this land already full of twisted power even more disgusting, and at the end of this path, on the edge of the ritual circle that had been activated, the cultists under the command of Gugar were carrying out a cruel sacrifice.

Those craziest... The most obsessed with the evil blessings of the ancient gods, the madmen who are no longer mentally normal, and whose minds are full of dreams of the destruction of the world, will voluntarily stand up and truly give everything they have for the end of the world they imagined.

And their brothers, the same dark walkers, would cut open their chests alive with sharp ritual knives, remove their beating hearts, and then offer them as the most "sacred" sacrifice in front of the petrified Crasis sculpture in front of them as a pool of blood flowed through the ceremony.

This monster, which has been waiting for a long time to be resurrected, will greedily devour the essence of those hearts in a way like "absorbing"... The stone statue it incarnated was becoming more and more alive in the glowing darkness, like an evil god sealed in some alien plane, wading through the stream of darkness and returning to the present world.

In this frenzied feast of flesh and blood, it is getting closer and closer to this world.

"They're actually doing useless work, aren't they?"

Outside of this cruel and ignorant flesh sacrifice, on the border of the twisted and surging dark power, on the terrace of the chaos of time and space, the "Black Bishop" Benedictas, who had been staying with the mantis demon, appeared behind the huge body of Gugal at some point, and asked in a deep voice:

"These people, everything they do is meaningless, right? Even if Yog-Saron really broke out of the cage, really destroyed the order of this world, and really reshaped the glorious dark empire on the earth, it has nothing to do with the efforts of these guys, these scum who are not worth mentioning in the civilization of order, delusionally want to occupy an important place in the dark chaotic order, and delusionally think that they can become the promoters of the arrival of the new world..."

Benedictas's voice was a little hoarse, and he paused and continued:

"But they're nothing... The dark order has nothing to do with them, they are destined to be ashes between the collision of order and chaos, even if they think they are "glorious", they can't change their fate. ”

"This world has never been theirs, even when the Dark Empire comes... They are still ants who cannot have a future, my brother Gugal... Why are they so fanatical, you say? ”

In the face of Benedictas's dark questioning, the ogre, who had been sleepless for 2 days, replied in his own unique voice:

"It's not good to be honest, my brother. (Breaking the illusion of beauty is always hated.) ）”

"But for this question of yours, I have something "unique"... Opinion. (That's because of the desire, mortals are cowardly and conceited, every soul wants to be a unique being after having consciousness, the pursuit of vanity exists in everyone's heart, that is the original sin of pride, when you don't get what you want in the existing order....) You're always fantasizing, ah, maybe, with a different environment, I can live a better life. ）”

The ogre grinned, the grins of his two heads in the darkness so oozing.

"But they won't, and the world of darkness won't favor them, as you say. (Even if darkness does come, they are still ants, and this has nothing to do with effort and will, this is fate, or rather, the innate defect of the soul...) Twilight's hammer only gave them hope, hope for chaos, but that seed had always been planted in their restless hearts, and all I did was give them a slight push. ）”

But what do they need? Is it real darkness? (Nope!) All they need is a false light that can only illuminate the present, but not the future, and that will give them the illusion that their sacrifices are meaningful... But in fact, it makes no sense. ）”

Gugar looked back at Benedictas, dressed in black robes like a dark patriarch preaching, the ogre who held out two thick fingers in front of the two fanged mouths in a comical silence.

"Of course, we can't be so straightforward when we talk to them. (We are like shepherds, with a whip in one hand and grass in the other, spurring and encouraging them to better "give" themselves.) ）”

"Hahahaha"

"Hahahaha"

This cold joke, which was not funny, made the ogre and Benedictas laugh at the same time, this laughter was not happy at all, like a twisted neurosis, and after the smile was a little less, Benedictas's face was a little less gloomy, he stepped forward, leaned against the railing that was distorted by space, he turned his head to look at Gugar beside him, and he said to the ogre:

"Has anyone ever told you, my friend, that you're actually a very funny person... Uh, very funny ogre. ”

"Yes. (That's what Gul'dan said...) Unfortunately, that good friend died like that, by Tyrion's sword. ）”

The ogre's two heads shook at the same time, and he seemed to sigh at the world:

"When I was desperate, it was Gul'dan who took me in. (He trained me, using the fragmented system of brutal spells I had mastered, to make me his apprentice, the first ogre magician of the Shadow Council, and frankly, I'm thankful for him.) ）”

"Let's talk about it."

Benedictas glanced back at the rapidly reviving sculpture of Crasthis, and said in a magnetic voice:

"Tell me about your past, you never seem to have said this to anyone else, I'm curious."

"Curiosity kills cats, and it kills you. (Didn't the teacher who taught you magic ever tell you this?) ）”

Gugar's voice became a little hazy, and his three eyes were staring at Benedictas, as if to see through the black bishop's mind, but what stood in front of him was a dark soul that was not weaker than him, so after a moment, facing Benedictas who did not change his color, the ogre shrugged his shoulders, and the twisted bone spurs on his back shone dimly in the darkness, but after a moment of silence, the ogre, who felt a little bored, snorted:

"Well, it's not that I can't say it. (But that's a very uninteresting story.) ）”

"I was born in the Draenor World Hammer Fortress, the last city of the Orthodox Ogre Empire, ruled by Führer Margok. (It was a powerful ogre sorcerer and the most powerful warrior who ruled the ogre city with brutality and killing, but that was also the tradition of the Ogre Empire.) ）”

"The Hammer Castle is a city built on runic magic, and we ogres are subspecies of flesh and blood degenerated from the life of Draenor's source rock, but the manipulation of the earth and runes has always been in our blood. (In the Ogre Empire, wizards are the ruling class, samurai are the middle class, meaningless commoners are the lower class, and the vast number of slaves...) It's the last layer, it's a hierarchical civilization, but it's also a decaying civilization. ）”

There was a look of disgust on both of Gugar's heads, as if to represent the first turn in his dry tale of the past.

"A two-headed ogre like me is a natural manipulator of magic, and in the legend of the ogre, it is two souls sharing a body, which is a blessing from the ancestors and the earth. (This was supposed to be a good thing, but due to some... For special reasons, I am the magic nova of the Hammer Castle... Evicted. ）”

Gugar wanted to skip this paragraph, but seeing Benedictas' questioning gaze, the ogre snorted, and then said with a strange expression:

"Okay, okay, I know I can't hide it from you. (It was actually a small "magic accident", one out of five cities and hundreds of ogre warriors died in the magic accident I caused, it was really an accident, I only wanted to sacrifice 66 slaves to see what kind of monsters the ancestral forbidden magic would summon...) I succeeded, a rebellious earth elemental tore the city apart, but I also failed, I overestimated the patience of my leader with me. ）”

"Margauk ordered me to abandon my study of forbidden magic altogether, but I refused. (I chose to self-exile, which is almost exactly the same as Gul'dan's experience, and you may not know that the seemingly imposing orc Grand Karcist was also expelled from his clan in humiliation in the first place.) ）”

The ogre shrugged, and he said with some smugness:

"I have been wandering in Gollund for several years, and after destroying a small tribe at one point, I was taken in by Gul'dan who was passing there, and he saw my talent, and he told me that it was a waste of my talent to play with those rude forbidden magic. (As it turned out, he was right, and I was much more gifted at shadow spells than I thought.) ）”

"Nope! I don't want to hear that! ”

Benedictas interrupted the ogre's confused description, and the black bishop looked up at the ogre:

"What I want to hear is... The story of you and the Void! ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, my friend. (More on that soon, and it's a bad habit to interrupt other people's stories.) ）”

The ogre Gugar shook his finger at Benedictas, and he said slowly:

"Entering the Shadow Council at first was a different experience, full of lunatics, fanatics, conspirators, a bunch of bastards who will do anything for power, good people don't live a day there, and luckily, I'm a bastard and a villain. (So I was at home there, and I learned a lot from those conspirators, but I quickly got tired of it.) ）”

"They talk eloquently, they crave power, they don't hide their ambitions. (But they're also a bunch of cowards who don't dare to try, and the reason why I'm progressing faster than them is because I dare to let it go!) ）”

"My progress has been very reassuring to Gul'dan, and at a time when the old horde has driven the weak draenei to the edge of the world of Draenor, and the bloodthirsty orcs have begun to kill each other, Gul'dan knows that the time he wants has come. (As a result, he secretly sent his most trusted subordinates to the corners of that small world to warp the elemental powers for him, or collect some evil things to help him build the Dark Gate.) ）”

"He's ready to fight in Azeroth, and I, I, I've been given a special mission. (Gul'dan sent me back to the Hammer Castle to recruit more ogres to his Shadow Council, and sent me to the Nagrand Meadows to monitor the orcs' strange sacred mountain, Washugu.) ）”

The eyes of Gugar's three eyes became hazy:

"I thought it was a boring task, but it turned out I was wrong. (And that's the beginning of the story you want to hear about me and the Void.) ）”

"Do you know what I found in the sacred mountain of the orcs, Voshuguli? (Do you want to know what I saw there?) ）”

Gugal's fingers moved in the air, as if he was still trembling from the adventure he had more than 20 years ago, and he said in a tone full of longing, in a strange and sincere tone:

"The Void... (I see the void...) ）”

"I felt that power. (The kind of wanton spreading, the kind of power that corrupts everything.) ）”

"And it's that power, that pure faith, that it's burning my soul... (It's the same thing that pushed me step by step to where I am now, and pushed me here.) ）”

The ogre took a deep breath, and at this moment, under the influence of a strange power that he had not discovered, he finally spoke his true faith buried deep in his heart in front of another person.

"Elder gods? That bloody abscess is nothing! (What I serve is the most primordial of all, the Supreme Void!) ）”