The faint sunlight shone through the deep clouds on the bleak land of Shadowmoon Valley for the first time, and the orc warriors who had just bathed in a pure rain saw hope for the future, and with the help of shamans who had regained their elemental powers, they would properly bury the bodies of the war dead, and although the death of Shadowmoon Valley was inevitable, the world would inevitably be reborn.

Everyone believed in a tortuous but bright future, and only Naozu knew how difficult it would be.

The old shaman looked back at the devastated land, the three orc chiefs stood behind him, although there were still contradictions between them, but they saw hope, and the contradictions between each other could also be temporarily put aside, and the freedom of the elemental spirits also soothed the orc chiefs' irritable hearts, making them feel a little peaceful in the torture of demon blood.

"This is only the beginning of redemption, Grommash, Fenris, Kargas, we all know very well that even with the help of the elements, the resources of this world are not enough to feed the existing orcs, and the restoration of the elemental spirits is only to restore our souls to glory, but we also need more powerful power to save our bodies..."

Naozu whispered:

"Gul'dan's sins and his mistakes will be corrected! But the recovery of Draenor is bound to be a long process, and it is likely to be counted in a hundred years, and in the process, we must ensure the survival of the existing people! ”

"The demonic blood infection has destroyed an entire generation, and we cannot pass this infection to the next generation, so we must concentrate the children in Nagrand, where the evil energy is the least polluted, and leave them to be raised by an elder, and those of us who are cursed by the demonic blood..."

The old shaman's voice became sonorous, and he turned back at the chiefs with his staff:

"We will use our hands to win the future for the tribe!"

"Go, gather all the forces we can find, tell them that the elementals have returned, that the wisdom of the ancestors will once again burst into light, and in 3 days, in Voshugu, the mountain of souls in Nagrand, we will have a sublime Ashhag festival, and the ancient traditions will be continued, and most importantly... At that time, I will announce my plans for the future of the tribe. ”

Naozu looked at the three chiefs in front of him, and he said in a deep voice:

"I will be the third Great Chief, and I need your help to unite to save the orc civilization... Do whatever it takes! ”

"After we succeed, our pure blood descendants will succeed to the position of Great Chief! Grommash, Fenris, Kargas, your clan will not die, and the desire for war surging in your body will be satisfied like never before, albeit a killing, but unlike the conquests and invasions of the past, this time, we will fight for the future of the orcs! ”

"I will find a way to relieve the bloodthirsty desires of the orcs who are haunted by demon blood, this is my promise to you! And if the continuation of civilization requires the inevitable victims, then I will accept my fate and I will be the first to die! ”

The three chiefs were silent for nearly a minute, and the most irascible Kargas stepped forward and tried to say something, but was stopped by both Grom and Fenris, who took a step back and leaned slightly towards Neozu:

"Yes! Great Chief! ”

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Shadowmoon Valley was once the home of the Shadowmoon Orcs, and there is another race that has accompanied them throughout their last 200 years of history.

That's the Draenei, a race of stars, they have mastered mysterious technology, but in the records of the orcs, these strange people with great power, but live in a secluded way in the world of Draenor, they never invade the territory of the orcs, they maintain a delicate balance between each other, if there is no external force to intervene, the gentle Draenei will further contact with the orcs, and eventually merge into one...

But the demon's conspiracy ruined everything, and the orcs, who had drunk the blood of the demons, were furious and thirsty for war and destruction, so they turned their butcher knives at the uncontested Draenei, and it was a terrible slaughter, two-thirds of the Draenei died in the sudden invasion of the orcs, and the glorious city they built was completely destroyed in the war.

In the Valley of the Shadowmoon, there is such a city that once belonged to the Draenei... It's called Carabo, and it was once one of the most glorious cities of the Draenei, but now, it's called the Dark Temple, a cursed fortress that even the orcs don't want to approach.

Not only because of the brutal massacre that took place here, but also because the warlocks of Gul'dan invoked the forbidden power and enveloped the temple in a power called the Void.

And now, this abandoned black city has a new owner.

"Da, da, da"

Heavy footsteps and the sound of staves crashing against the ground echoed through the tall and wide corridors of the Dark Temple, which had just been set up by the Death Knights with simple spar lamps barely enough to illuminate the intricate path.

This wasn't the first time Neozu had visited the Temple of Carabo, he had witnessed how the orc warriors had slaughtered unarmed Draenei civilians and even children here, and for a few days the smell of blood covered Carabo, and the disgusting smell could be smelled even far away.

Orcs are the victims of demonic trickery, and these innocent draenei... More like a sacrifice to the dark.

"You're here."

Under the guidance of the little dwarf Ella, Neozu soon came to the top floor of the Dark Temple, where there was a large platform overlooking the entire Shadowmoon Valley, and at the edge of the platform, a dark figure was standing there, black cloak shrouded his body, and in the sense of elemental power, the death knight in front of him was like a dark vortex.

Nao Zu was very curious, what kind of past did the death knight in front of him go through, so that he could still keep his own thinking under the impact of such a huge death energy?

"I'm coming..."

In a humble voice, Neozu replied, "I have to thank you for your help, Tyrion, without the cursed code you brought, Draenor would have no hope for the future. ”

"You don't need to thank me, it's just a deal."

The Death Knight turned around and reached out to take the three stones handed over by Neozu, the curse code is a spell, and this stone is its carrier, just recite the spell to induce the dark and strange power, and the stone will not be consumed.

"Speaking of which, my friend Naozu, what are you going to do next?"

Tyrion turned and walked to the crumbling stone throne of the platform, while the orc shaman stood aside, the two men as if they were allies working together, despite the fact that they had no trust in each other.

But as Tyrion said, in his cooperation with the Death Knight, Neozu has so far found no traces of anomalies or conspiracy, either because the Death Knight sneaked through his eyes, or because the Death Knight was genuinely helping the orcs... Unfortunately, both of these possibilities have been dismissed by the orc shamans.

Neozu can be sure that Tyrion has his own purpose, and the orcs are just his pawns, but judging from the current situation of Draenor, Neozu wants to save the orc civilization, and cooperating with the mysterious origin of Tyrion is the best way, as for the dispute and hostility that will inevitably come between the two people... Let's wait until later.

"There's the skull of Gul'dan that you've gifted..."

Neozu reached out and picked up the skull that hung from his waist, and he felt the evil energy flowing from the skull, and he whispered:

"With it, we can restart the Dark Gate, Draenor's current ecology is too fragile for us to leave children and women here, and all the warriors who can still move must unite under the banner of the tribe and snatch enough resources from Azeroth to replenish their existence..."

"Oh, that sounds like Blackham and Orgrim's claims..."

Tyrion stared at Neozu, "The same approach will only lead to the same failure, you don't naively think that you can defeat the alliance by relying on the remnants of the army you have gathered, right?" ”

"We're not going to march blindly this time!"

Naozu said:

"I've heard the outcome of the war from the soldiers who have fled, contact the Blackstone Tower, we will occupy several areas outside the Dark Gate, connect Azeroth and Draenor into one, this time the orcs will not meet the Alliance's attack in a scattered way, we will be united... We'll even negotiate with those humans if necessary! ”

"The tribe doesn't need much, and under the weight of the war, I think they'll say yes."

"Cannibalization?"

Tyrion immediately understood Neozu's intentions, and it seemed that the old shaman was ready to use a method of warfare to take over the lands beyond the Dark Gate, little by little, and use the resources of Azeroth to fill the void needed by Draenor.

I have to say that this is actually a very clever way of warfare, even if the orcs are defeated again, as long as they get enough resources, they can launch the next attack sooner or later, the dark gate of Azeroth has been destroyed, the dark gate of Draenor still exists, and the rhythm of the war is in the hands of the orcs.

And the alliance will not be so united every time, no one knows the character of those human kings better than Tyrion, and the attack after attack will only make the alliance exhausted, and after realizing that the sweeping orcs do not intend to occupy the entire continent, it is likely that there will be signs of division within the alliance.

But this was not what the Death Knight wanted to see, his eyebrows furrowed, a glimmer of light flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and he whispered:

"But it's too risky, and the warriors of the tribe shouldn't be consumed in this way, do you want to listen to me? My friend Naozu. ”

"Listen up!"

Neozu nodded, and the Death Knight sat on the cold stone throne, his fingers interlaced, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Azeroth is a magical world, there are many powers that you can't imagine, you already know that behind Gul'dan stands the figure of the demon, but you may not know why Gul'dan would risk betraying the demon... Let me tell you, because that world hides enough power to defeat demons, Gul'dan is tempted! ”

This made Neozu's brow furrow, but he didn't speak immediately, and the Death Knight continued:

"The Dark Gate is a gateway between two worlds, and it is the embodiment of the highest level of magic of mages and warlocks, but there is one thing that can easily tear open portals to other worlds."

"You see, the orcs have already suffered a defeat in Azeroth, and it would be irrational to venture there again and obviously suffer from the crazy attacks of the alliance coming together, and among the stars, there are many, many worlds similar to Azeroth, why don't we find a world that is easier to defeat? Orcs are so powerful that you deserve a life worthy of your identity, but Draenor's salvation is far away, and you... Don't you want to leave a little spark for your civilization? ”

Tyrion's voice became seductive:

"In the unlikely event that Draenor's salvation fails, and a new world is set anew, the orc civilization will not die either, and will flourish more and more... By the way, you may not be clear about one thing... Let me tell you, my friend Naozu. ”

The Death Knight lowered his voice:

"Do you really think that the devil found the orcs by accident? Wrong! It's not by chance... Those Draenei, the demons are looking for the Draenei, the leader of those Draenei, Viren, you should have seen him, there is an irreconcilable feud between him and the leader of the demons! Do you know why I was so generous with the curse code to you? ”

Tyrion let out a series of chilling sneers:

"Naozu, you can't see the future, but I can! Let me tell you, the destruction of Draenor is doomed, and your attempts to save the world are in vain! ”

"As long as the Draenei live in this world, the demons will not give up their hunt, and your world is just a victim of the Draenei's escape! And eventually, the orcs will be sacrificed to the demons in place of the draenei! ”

The secret told by Tyrion made Neozu's whole body chill, as a wise shaman, he was not tempted by rhetoric, but combined with the process of orcs being eroded by demons, he went through this process completely, under the guidance of Tyrion, he thought repeatedly, and finally... He had to admit that maybe there was some truth in what the Death Knight said.

And the ending described by the Death Knight made Neozu can't help but clench his fists, and he stared at the Death Knight viciously:

"So, what you give me is never salvation, right? You liar! ”

"No!"

Tyrion's palm rested on Neozu's shoulder, and the cold of death made the old shaman's body tremble, and the death knight whispered in a hoarse and indifferent voice:

"I'm just giving you a glimpse into the future of orcs and tribes... What you need is not help, but evidence! Great Chief, go and take a look at Voshugu, the truth is there, but with all due respect, there is not much time left for you and the orcs. ”

"And after that, you'll take my advice, get those few things, and you'll leave a spark for the orcs! If you want to save your world, then you should do what I say... I have no ill will towards you, my friend."

"I can also send my forces to help you, and you see, it won't hurt you at all!"

"So, give it a try!"