Guldan... This name is a real taboo in today's orc tribes.

No one knows which clan Gul'dan came from, and there is also gossip that his clan has been wiped out by his own hands.

He once joined the Shadowmoon Clan as a wanderer, and then because of his outstanding magical talent, he was accepted as a disciple by the patriarch of the Shadowmoon Clan, the old shaman Naozu who was highly respected in Dranord, and soon, his understanding of orc spiritism and astrology was already comparable to that of Naozu.

But Gul'dan's ambitions don't stop there, as he first introduced the concept of a warlock in orc society, a dangerous spellcaster who fights with shadow and manic corrosion, as well as the power of fire and summoning demons.

If it were in peacetime, such a dangerous spellcaster would not have been possible, but at that time, all the elements of the orc world Draenor had fallen silent, and the shamans who dominated the mainstream could no longer call on the power of nature, so the warlock took advantage of the situation and soon spread in the orc world.

No one knows where Gul'dan's forbidden knowledge about warlocks comes from, in short, he is the first and most powerful warlock of the orcs.

The Shadow Council he established was filled with madmen who could give up everything for power, and after he put the Black Hand of the Blackstone Clan on the throne of the Great Chief, the Shadow Council soon infiltrated every stratum of the tribe.

If the Black Hand didn't die, then Gul'dan would still be the most powerful person in the tribe, but unfortunately, the Black Hand died, and when Gul'dan fell into a coma due to an unexplained magic outburst, the Black Hand was in the sacred Makgoras, and was killed by Orgrim. The hammer of destruction smashed the head.

After Gul'dan awoke from a long eerie coma, he was desperate to find that his Shadow Council had been slain by Orgrim.

"Bang"

The door to the psychic hall was pushed open by a tall figure wearing armor, a dark red hood, and carrying a blood-red scepter, this guy didn't look like an orc, but the manic shadow magic surging in his dark body represented his identity.

This is a powerful warlock... At least the soul in the body belongs to a powerful warlock.

Behind him was a gloomy orc hunched over the waist with a green skeletal cane, a green hooded robe, bone spurs extending from his back, and a skull decoration.

The moment he appeared, although he didn't say a word, the atmosphere in the entire psychic hall suddenly fell silent, and the five old psychics knelt on the ground humbly, not even daring to raise their heads to look at the orc, and wherever the orc with a skeletal cane went, shadows, omnipresent shadows suddenly came.

The shadow of the haze overwhelmed everything, representing his devastating majesty.

This is Gul'dan, the Warlock Ancestor who has made every Orc and their enemy feel terrified for the past 10 years, a gloomy careerist, a destroyer without loyalty, who knows what his heart desires most except himself.

And behind Gul'dan, closely followed by a tall figure, 2.5 meters tall, burly, muscular, wearing only a simple robe representing the caster, this tall body represents his identity, this is an ogre, a terrifying creature that originated in the world of Draenor, once had a glorious civilization, but now it is completely destroyed.

However, on the chest of this brown-skinned ogre, there are two heads, one with one eye and horns, and the other is no different from an ordinary ogre's head, this guy is a rare two-headed ogre, generally speaking, such an ogre has both strength and at the same time, it is also very smart, and it is a good hand at manipulating magic.

His name is Gurgal, the chief of the Twilight Hammer clan and one of Gul'dan's apprentices, Gurgal is the name of the normal head, and Gal is the name of the one-eyed horned head... Well, it's a name that fits the ogre tradition very well, and like Gul'dan, the origin of Gugal is also a mystery.

The cold dark figure and Gurgar stood at either side, while the silent Gul'dan strolled up to Tyrion's corpse, and looking at the twisted corpse in front of him, he stretched out his finger and pressed it on the corpse's arm, and after a moment he spoke:

"So... Did Durag, one of my best disciples, just die? ”

"Bang"

The body of the old orc psychic was grabbed by the strong ogre and thrown at Guldan's feet, and the psychic screamed and begged, knelt in front of Guldan, and frantically explained:

"Lord Gul'dan, I swear! I swear! We did it according to the steps you told us to do ... The dozen or so soul transfers before had been successful, but this time Ms. Durag was unexpected, and it wasn't a problem with the circle, nor was it our problem... I swear! ”

"Oh..."

Gul'dan nodded, he leaned down, put his hand on the psychic's shoulder, and whispered:

"So, my genius apprentice Durag is just out of luck, you mean that, right?"

"Nope! No, I'm not, I'm not... Yes! Ahhh Ahhhh ”

Before the old orc's words were finished, a dark green light burst out from Guldan's palm, like a palm composed of energy, clasped around the old orc's neck, and lifted his body into the air with ease.

A trace of indifference flashed in Guldan's dark red eyes, his hand twitched outward, the dark green light suddenly disappeared, and the old orc's soulless body smashed to the ground, his skin was only in contact for less than 3 seconds, and it was burned into a charred appearance, and in Guldan's hand, a twisted soul was making the most desperate screams.

"I never believed in luck..."

Gul'dan let out a hoarse and gloomy laugh:

"Then let me see what the secret of this elf's corpse is!"

He reached out and shoved the old orc's soul into Tyrion's body in a rough way, and he took two steps back and stood with the ogre Gugar, watching with interest what would happen next.

It was almost the same as everything Durag the Ruler had ever passed through, and after 5 minutes, Tyrion's body, which had just been able to move, was once again twisted and fell to the ground, and the soul that had been stuffed into the corpse disappeared in the same way.

This scene aroused Guldan's interest almost immediately, and he stretched out his fingers, rubbed his chin, and asked softly:

"My apprentice Gugar, guess why?"

Gul'dan's question made the ogre Gugar humbly bow his head, and his two heads said at the same time in the form of a strange combination:

"I felt the magic being drained from the corpse. (Soon, very rough sucking, like never getting enough to eat)! ”

"As they say, it's not a matter of circles and rituals. (It's the body's problem, it's the elves' problem...) The soul is supported by mana, and when the mana is drained clean, the soul will dissipate! ）”

"Hmm"

Gul'dan was pleased with the apprentice's answer, and his fingers swiped in the air, and the black crystal containing Tyrion's remnant soul landed in the palm of his hand under the pull of the magic.

"I've never seen this happen to any other race... I'm curious about the hunger and thirst for the magic instinct, this kind of demon-devouring physique, if this kind of problem is born in the body of the elf, then..."

Gul'dan looked at the black soul stone in his hand, he narrowed his eyes and whispered:

"So, how can their souls be ensured that they will not be consumed by the hunger and thirst of their bodies? Or is it that their souls have actually mutated, and I'm more curious about what kind of environment can make these elves mutate at the same time..."

The orc warlock thought for a moment, then let out a regretful sigh:

"Well, it seems that the answer to this secret will be found in Quel'Thalas... But that's good, even if you can get rid of the disgusting Orgrim for a while, it's a good thing! ”

"So what are we going to do with him? Gul'dan. ”

The dark figure that had been silent suddenly spoke:

"Now that we've determined that this body can't hold any souls, are we going to destroy it?"

The way this figure spoke was strange, although it was spoken in orc language, but it was made in a human accent, how strange it sounded, like... It's like stuffing the soul of an orc into the body of a human knight.

"Nope! Tarongor, my old friend! ”

Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand, and a touch of viciousness and gloom flashed in his dark red eyes:

"It's not that it can't carry all souls, at least, this soul, it won't refuse! The soul that belongs to it has become crippled! ”

"But such a resurrection means nothing to us!"

Tarongor shook his head, the movement causing the shadows behind him to flutter, and he said in a deep voice:

"Orgrim won't allow a non-orc-converted Death Knight to exist, he can't vouch for its loyalty..."

"But we can! Hehehe"

Gul'dan let out his trademark low chuckle as he threw the soul stone in his hand to Tarongor:

"This soul is mutilated, which means that we can do something, take off a part, and with the binding spell, we can have a powerful and loyal elven death knight, and don't forget, he has severely injured warriors like Sarufar... You see, we're about to go to Quel'Thalas, his homeland, the holy place for which he once died... Hehehe, we're going to need him! ”

The gloomy warlock turned and strolled away:

"And I'd love to see if a broken soul will collapse when he sets foot on the holy land for which he once died with an army of destruction, I'm curious..."

"Tarungor, I'll leave it to you to satisfy my curiosity, I'm sure that as a former Grand Karcist of the Shadow Council, the first to come back and the most powerful Death Knight, you won't let me down... Right? ”

Gul'dan left with his apprentice Gugar, and in this psychic hall, only the original orc warlock Tarongor, who existed as a death knight, and the four orc psychics who were still alive.

The Death Knight placed the black crystal in his eye, and he stared at it, and after a few moments, he lowered the crystal in his hand to the ritual altar, and he reached out and removed the black plate armor glove he was wearing in his left hand, revealing a somewhat rotten palm entwined with strips of demonic cloth.

This is the palm of a royal guard who once belonged to the kingdom of Stormwind, a warrior whose name has been lost, who single-handedly slashed and killed more than 20 orc warriors during the fall of Stormwind, and was finally killed by the furious Orgrim himself.

When Orgrim agreed to Gul'dan's Death Knight's research, the Warlock of the Haze immediately dug up the body of the long-dead human warrior and used it as his most trusted right hand, the Grand Karcist Tarongor.

For this, Tarongor thanked Gul'dan from the bottom of his heart, but he had already died once, but he cherished his life for it... Between Gul'dan and Orgrim, Tarongor decisively chose Orgrim... Perhaps this betrayal has not yet been discovered by Gul'dan, but it certainly won't be hidden for long, but Tarongor is not afraid, nor regretful, nor ashamed.

"This is the right choice that the Warlocks of the Shadow Council will make... Don't blame me, old friend. ”

Under the hood, under the effect of necromancy, the preserved human face showed a sinister smile, the dark red light in his eyes flashed, the frequency of finger dancing also stopped, and the corner of the dark soul stone was completely cut off and fell into Tarongor's hand, representing the light of the binding spell beating.

Tarongor took a step back, looking at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Guldan, of course I will satisfy your curiosity, I will not disappoint you... I won't let the Great Chief down either..."