Naozu is dying.

Anyone who sees his situation at this point will quickly come to this conclusion.

13 years ago, after being thrown by Gul'dan in the Valley of the Shadowmoon, the will of Nao Zu, who had learned all the secrets, had collapsed, he was no longer the wise shaman and qualified leader, he knew that he had been blinded by demons and had almost single-handedly destroyed the orc civilization he had worked so hard to maintain, and his heart was dead.

The most painful thing is that soon, the soul of his wife, Rurkhan, the other great shaman of the Shadowmoon Clan, no longer responds to his call, which cuts off the only motivation to keep Naozu alive.

In fact, even after Gul'dan integrated the power of the entire orc world, there were still a considerable number of orcs who were unwilling to follow Gul'dan and lived in seclusion in the world of Draenor, and they would often come to find Naozu and pray for the wisdom of the ancestors, but Naozu, who was denied by both the elements and the ancestors, was no longer able to use this power.

Again and again, the remnants of the Shadow Moon Clan were completely disappointed in Nao Zu.

At this time, the old orc who was carried by Tyrion in his hand was skinny, light and almost weightless, and his skin was shriveled, almost a layer of skin on his bones, which looked extremely terrifying.

His cheek is tattooed with a white skull, which represents the most brutal punishment of the Shadowmoon Clan, and the shamans who still hold on in desperate situations, believing that Naozu is "dead", have completely abandoned him, exiled him, and left him to fend for himself.

"Ah, the Wanderer"

The Death Knight threw the chaotic old orc to the ground, and he crouched down and reached out his finger and patted Naozu on the cheek, trying to get his attention:

"You are a "great man" who single-handedly formed a tribe, how did you end up like this, it's pitiful..."

But this mockery did not sober up Naozu's will, on the contrary, after losing the last of the wood carvings of his wife carved by his own hands, the old orc's remaining spirit also dissipated like a punctured balloon.

Aside from breathing, he was no different from a dead man.

"He's hopeless."

Grokush glanced at Neozu, and he said to Tyrion:

"Knowing the truth about the demon's enslavement of orcs, the cruel reality has broken the last backbone of Nao Zu, and he is already a waste."

"Really"

The Death Knight snorted:

"One of the most powerful shamans in the history of the Shadowmoon Clan, I don't really believe that it was just abolished, especially the "graveyard" he chose for himself. ”

Tyrion glanced back at the surrounding terrain, and sure enough, at the edge of the poisonous water and magma not far away, he saw a remnant of an ancient altar, and he reached out to lift Neozu's neck, grabbing him as he quickly crossed the surrounding river of poisonous water and the scorching evil magma.

Sure enough, the closer he got to that altar, the more Naozu's body trembled, he seemed to be afraid of something, and there was something on that altar that scared him.

"Bang"

The old shaman's body was rudely thrown under the altar, and at the moment he hit the ground, Neozu, who looked like a madman, tried to escape from this altar with his hands and feet, screaming from his mouth, but was trampled on the chest by Tyrion, he leaned down and looked at the panicked shaman with ice-blue eyes, and with undisguised malice, he whispered:

"What the hell are you afraid of?"

"This is the graveyard of all the elements of Draenor, the elemental echoes of this world were strangled here with their own hands, Gul'dan did it, right, you saw it with your own eyes, you witnessed the scene when the Draenor element was sealed, you saw the scene when the elemental failed... You have witnessed the death of this world! ”

"Legendary, what the hell are you afraid of?"

Tyrion didn't say a word, and the struggle of Neozu, who was trampled under his feet, intensified even more violently, until Tyrion asked that question again, and Neozu's chaotic eyes were completely occupied by fear and remorse.

"Bang"

Two stones were thrown in front of Neozu's eyes, and the shaman's eyes widened at the sight of the rough stones that shimmered with a special light, and he reached out to try to grasp the two stones, but the outstretched hand was trampled on the ground again by the Death Knight.

"This is my thing..."

Tyrion whispered:

"If I don't give it to you, you can't rob it!"

Neozu's body struggled again, he closed his eyes in pain, and after a few minutes, he opened them, and the confusion and horror in his eyes were gone, replaced by a weak glow.

"You... Be... Who"

"Oh, so you can talk."

Tyrion took a step back with a blank face, and the freed Neozu leaped forward on the ground like a predatory tiger, clutching the two stones in the palm of his hand as if he were grasping some of the most precious treasures.

It was like taking his own life, no, it was something more important than life.

"Curse... Password! ”

He sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the dust and filth on his body, and it was clear that he knew what the stone in his hand represented.

Nearly 20 years ago, Gul'dan used this thing to seal the elemental echoes of the world of Draenor, depriving all shamans of the source of power, so to speak, the two stones in his hand were the first bells of the beginning of the destruction of this world.

But since it's a seal, it means that it can still be lifted.

As one of the most powerful shamans ever since the orcs, Neozu is very aware of the relationship between the material world and the elemental world, and the reason why the demonic energy can corrupt Draenor so easily is because the elemental territory that exists in this world itself is sealed.

In other words, as long as he can unlock the code of Gul'dan's blockade of the world's elements, he will be able to re-envelop the world with the power of the elements... Although in Draenor's current state, complete recovery is an impossible luxury, at least he can save a third of the land... At least he could give hope to the descendants of the orcs.

He can atone for his sins!

After the Elemental Realm is restored, he will be able to see his deceased wife Roulkan again...

Even his own fate, which he had given up, took a 180° turn at this moment, and the ups and downs of fate were a little unacceptable to Nao Zu, but he had maintained a bad life for several years, and at the moment when the light of salvation came, the weak shaman's face turned red, and even the vibration with his soul became violent.

The moment he felt his body begin to feel uncomfortable, Tyrion, who was watching coldly, stepped forward and smashed his fist into the back of the old shaman's neck, causing Naozu to roll his eyes and faint.

When Nao Zu opened his eyes again, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and only after feeling the hardness of the stone in his palm did he breathe a sigh of relief, and then he smelled a smell of roasted meat, he struggled to get up, and looked back, a short creature he had never seen before was struggling to cut a roasted evil dragon with a knife.

This crocodile-like thing is one of the few creatures that can still be alive and edible after Shadow Moon Valley was infected by evil energy, but this thing has been infected by evil energy, and it has also changed from a beast to a dangerous existence similar to a demonic beast, and it is very difficult for even the best orc hunters to deal with these hordes of twin sail dragons.

"Hey, you're awake"

The dwarf Ella, who had just cut the meat, raised her head and saw Naozu standing there, seeing that the old orc, who could be blown down by this gust of wind, had been with the death knights for a long time, which had already made the little dwarf's nerves thicker, and she didn't feel the threat from Naozu, so she scratched her arm, where there was a red whip mark.

The disobedient little dwarf was whipped by Luminas just now, although it was only a symbolic punishment given under pressure from his peers, and the first two people were still angry, but the whip still made the dwarf grin.

The dwarf, who was in a bad mood, cut a large steak for himself, pushed the rest to Naozu, who swallowed his saliva, and said in a not-so-standard orc language:

"Eat, eat, eat... Anyway, no one eats any of these things except the two of us. ”

The little dwarf's cooking skills are still very reliable, the food is in front, and the old orc doesn't care about anything else, after gobbling it up, he wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeve, he looked at the dwarf in front of him carefully, and asked in a low voice:

"Who are you, where do you come from, and who are they"

"My name is Ella, Ella. Magic Thread, I'm the head of logistics for the Knights of the Darkblade! Kindness... That's it! ”

The little dwarf patted his chest, gave himself a name that sounded loud, and then grinned and pointed to the statue-like death knights behind him, and whispered:

"They are knights of the Knights of the Darkblade... Uh, the Death Knight, the Dead Knight! Do you understand?"

Ella rarely has someone to chat with all day long, and the dwarf's racial personality is very jumpy, seeing someone chatting, he can't care about the strange smell of Nao Zu, and under the treacherous and silent guidance of the old orc, he told Nao Zu everything he knows.

Including the orc invasion of Azeroth, and their defeat, the destruction of the Dark Gate, the disappearance of Gul'dan, etc., all of them were told to Neozu, and these news made the old shaman's eyes shine.

A character like him, who was also the leader of the tribe before, knew very well that the curse code given to him by Tyrion was not given for nothing, and this death knight he had never come into contact with must have some kind of purpose, but the more the dwarf spoke, the more confused the old orc became.

It wasn't until Ella, satisfied, ran to prepare the bath water for Luminas and the Blood Wardens that the old shaman thought for a long time, looking at the two stones engraved with the curse code in his palm, and finally made up his mind.

Tyrion stood alone on the edge of the dilapidated altar, like the other Death Knights, calmly and silently watching the evil magma flowing in front of him, no one knew what he was thinking, and the sound of heavy footsteps from behind interrupted Tyrion's thoughts.

"Have you thought about it?"

The Death Knight whispered:

"I'm not very good at negotiating, so I'll be honest, I need you to work with me."

The hoarse voice reached Neozu's ears, and the old shaman didn't feel surprised, in fact, he had experienced so many things in his life that it was hard to feel surprised.

Tyrion's answer silenced him for a moment, and finally, the old shaman looked up:

"I'm going to unlock the cursed code! I want to save my world and my people! I will atone for my sins, and when I have done all this, my life will be yours! ”

"I want your life for something meaningless."

The Death Knight didn't look back, his voice was like a dream:

"I have no interest in your life and your people's lives, I have no interest in the weak living, and you and your people have no special value in my future plans for this world."

"You don't need to guess what I want to do."

"You don't need to estimate what I can do."

"I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm just telling you to work with me to do something that's good for you and your world, and I don't give you the right to say no, that's all."

This brutal answer made Nao Zu not know what to say, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth and bowed his head slightly:

"So, what are we going to do?"

This answer finally satisfied the Death Knight, who turned around and threw the last of the curse code to the old shaman, then frowned, looking up and down the image of Neozu:

"First of all, go change into a decent outfit and clean up your image, the savior of Draenor should be more majestic."

"The rest is pretty simple... I want you to be, the third Grand Chief of the Tribe! "The first king of Tang Zhenguan

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