It had been three days since Grom and the chieftains arrived in Shadowmoon Valley.

Due to Gul'dan's action of breaking the elements back then, this originally fertile and beautiful place has turned into a hell polluted to the extreme by evil energy, and no orcs want to come here, so in the past few years, there has been very little news about Shadowmoon Valley.

Although the three chiefs all drank the blood of demons and turned into manic and crazy warriors, they saw the apocalyptic scene caused by the evil energy magic infecting their world, looking at the trajectory of the land being polluted by green evil energy, and looking at the green poisonous water flowing on the ground, all the accompanying warriors fell silent.

At this time, 7 years have passed since the orcs drank the demon's blood, and the restlessness flowing in the heart has become weakened by the touch of time, in fact, at the end of the Azeroth war, the orcs' "exhaustion plague" is caused by the demonic blood in the body has gradually become invalid.

However, in the world of Draenor, because of the abundance of evil energy, the orc warriors here have not yet felt the effects of that "demonic blood".

"Ah, you're finally here."

The group followed the barren road to the slope of the most central hill in the Shadow Moon Valley, and they easily found signs of the activities of the Shadow Moon Clan, these orc shamans faded out of the orc society after the rise of warlock magic, and at this time, the moment they saw the orthodox orc shamans wearing traditional robes and decorated with animal bones and gems, the orc warriors even felt a little emotional.

What is good and what is bad, after 7 years of torture, there is an answer in everyone's hearts, and in the heart of an orc chief like Grom, who has a big picture, he has already guessed the truth of the matter... They are just victims, whether it is the orc warriors, or the orc world.

All are victims and sacrifices of the machinations of higher powers...

"Naozu, long time no see."

Grom strode forward, roaring blood, and in front of him, the Shadowmoon orcs dressed in traditional shamanic robes respectfully stepped out of the way, revealing Neozu standing on the hillside.

The old orc was dressed in a black robe, his gray hair neatly groomed, and he held in his hand the staff he had once used to be the staff of a thousand souls, the staff of a thousand souls that could control souls, and the faint blue soul light shone above Naozu's head, making him look deeply mysterious.

Naozu turned around, his cheeks were as thin as a skeleton, but those eyes were filled with flames, and the strong will of self-sacrifice and dedication was like a burning fire, supporting Naozu's weak body, and under the background of the tall grom in front of him, the thin Naozu was like a dwarf, but he was not afraid in the face of this powerful orc chieftain.

He stretched out his hand, and a white skull appeared in the palm of his hand, and the dark green evil energy danced in the eye sockets of the skull, making it look extremely strange.

"The sinner's skull is in my hands, the traitor's soul has been completely dissipated, it's time for us to atone, Gromache!"

Grommash is another name for Grom, which is really just a hassle caused by the accents of the different clans of the Orcs, and in formal occasions as a sign of respect, the Orcs will call Gromash as Gromache.

"To whom do you atone for your sins?"

Grom subconsciously asked, and a terrifying smile appeared on Neozu's skeletal cheek:

"To the elements we have abandoned! To the world! Atonement for Draenor! ”

Grom didn't answer, and Kargas was standing behind him. The blade fist couldn't stand it anymore, he stepped forward, waved the fist blade in his hand, and he shouted:

"Enough! We've come all the way here, not to listen to your old god's babbling! Tell us, how are you going to save the world? ”

"Bang"

Kargas's sharp fist blade was less than 2 meters away from Naozu, which was naturally regarded as a threat, and there was no need for Naozu to speak, and the tall figure standing behind him stepped forward, and in the glow of the rune light, the black battle axe smashed out, smashing together with Kagas's fist blade, and the dark red death power wrapped around the battle axe knocked the impatient orc chief back several steps.

This scene made the orc warriors clumsy, and they drew their weapons and tried to come to the aid of Kargas, but were stopped by Grom's outstretched hand.

Hell Roar looked at the black-hooded figure in front of him, judging by his size, this should be an orc, but that kind of cold aura was something he had never seen before, and even made him feel a hint of threat.

"That's it! Kargas, you're still as grumpy as ever. ”

Neozu didn't come to these chiefs for a fight, he waved his finger, and the guard beside him grokush snorted, turned his tomahawk back behind him, and returned to where he had stood.

"The evil Warlock Gul'dan severed our connection with the elements with the magic of a curse, and this is the beginning of our world's descent into darkness!"

Neozu walked down the hill with his staff, the shamans of the Shadowmoon Clan followed him closely, and the Shadowmoon orcs who survived a massacre had already knelt down in front of Neozu, and those who dared to resist were all cut off by the knights of the Darkblade Knights.

For the sake of his own atonement, the paranoid Nao Zu no longer cares about the life and death of his people, and seriously, this soul is starting to go crazy.

He hooked his fingers and motioned for the chiefs to follow him, and Kargas glanced at his back disdainfully and spat on the ground, but he followed anyway with Grom's leadership.

"Yes, there is! Hand of Gul'dan! Yes, there is..."

Standing in front of the broken altar, Neozu said in a deep voice:

"Here we witness the defeat of the Draenor element, and we, indulged in power, abandon the element, and so it abandons us, abandons the world... But I know that the elements are generous and great, as long as we sincerely repent and re-embrace the elements... It will also embrace us again with open arms. ”

"But until then, we have to correct the mistakes left by Gul'dan! That is why I invite you to come. ”

The staff in Naozu's hand was on the ground, and he looked back at the chieftains behind him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Each of us has Draenor's blood on our hands, we are all murderers, and only through a sincere confession can we reawaken the elemental spirits of this world, and under the protection of the elemental spirits, this evil energy will no longer pollute the remaining gathering places... We want to leave hope for our future generations! ”

Neozu's gaze fell on Grom, and he accentuated his voice:

"Gromache, think of your son... Are you willing to let him live in a world where there is no hope? ”

"Garrosh..."

Grom whispered his son's name, and after a moment, he looked up and looked at Neozu with a hint of distrust in his eyes:

"It was you who broke the tradition of the orcs and formed the tribe, and although Gul'dan dominated it all, you are also the culprit, Naozu, to be honest, I don't believe you, but if you really have a way to save the world that is going to die... I, we're willing to help you! But if you dare to deceive us..."

"Deception?"

Neozu shook his head, he handed the staff and skull in his hand to an old shaman behind him, he took three stones from his sleeve, turned and walked to the dilapidated altar, he whispered:

"You will soon see my sincerity, but the elementals no longer respond to the shamans' pleas, we have been stripped of our powers, and if we still have to fight... That's what you need to do! This is our last chance! ”

"O great element, listen to the confessions of sinners!"

Neozu knelt on the ground, he held the curse code in his hands in both hands, and began to recite the evil incantation above, and when he recited the first incantation, the entire ground of Shadowmoon Valley began to shake, and the scorching magma full of evil energy that surged from the center of the earth tumbled and roared, and this scene made the orc warriors can't help but raise their heads and look around.

The second incantation of Naozu sounded, and the green poisonous water began to roll, and a great vision appeared on the tumbling earth before him, and around the altar of the hand of Gul'dan, the extinguished volcanoes erupted again, and the scorched magma fell to the earth, followed by a howling storm, and the sulfur-smelling wind blew across the land like a wail of hatred.

In the scorching wind, Grom stretched out his hand to shield his eyes, seeing the reality of the changing color of the world in front of him, and feeling the trembling and roaring earth under his feet, the orc chief immediately realized that no matter what Neozu wanted to do, he was likely to truly master those cursed powers, which also gave Grom a faint hope.

"If you really could..."

"Huh"

The orc chief pulled out the battle axe blood roar behind his backhand, and under his order, the orcs of the Warsong Clan immediately formed an attack formation.

"Bang"

The third stone in Naozu's hand was suspended in the air in an invisible force, and the beating bright red rune bloomed with an eerie light, like a key, opening the sealed door of the cursed world in front of him.

The dark green storm of evil fire entwined with scorching lava and poisonous water, connecting the heavens and the earth, and several hapless shamans were caught up in it, and in their wails, their bodies were burned to ashes in an instant.

And at the moment when this evil fire storm dissipated, in front of everyone's eyes, a flame giant with a height of about 10 meters and a body composed of scorching dark green rocks stood in the center of Shadow Moon Valley, it was like a legendary demon god, every step it took would make the ground shake more violent, and every time it roared, it would set off a scorching evil energy storm.

The flame giant roared in the sky:

"The end of this world is coming!"

"I am the will of the elements! Orcs! Orcs... Never forgive! Die! ”

"Roar!"

At the roar of the dark green fire giant, he lifted the meteor-like boulder and smashed it towards the orcs of the hand of Gul'dan, the boulder was entwined with thick green flames and a scorching storm, but before it could fall to the ground, a tall figure rose into the sky, and the battle axe in his hand smashed the boulder.

"Boom"

Fragments of flame flew sideways, and in a scorching stench, Grom's body landed beside Neozu, his eyes widening as he pointed at the roaring mad giant:

"What's that?"

"It's a gathering of Draenor's elemental power, representing Senluken, the last flame lord of the elements."

Nao Zu was also bruised in the previous Evil Fire Storm, and he looked extremely embarrassed, but his eyes were full of pain and repentance at this time, and he looked at the crazy flame giant, and he said in a deep voice:

"In order to fight against the evil energy brought by Gul'dan, our elemental spirits gathered together to form the Fire King Senluken to fight against Gul'dan's evil power, but they underestimated the power given by the demons, and Senluken's body was shattered by the evil magic channeled by Gul'dan, and what remained here was the unwilling echo of Senluken..."

"But you saw it too, Grommash!"

Neozu grabbed the orc chieftain's wrist and shouted:

"The echo of Senlucan has been infected with evil energy, it has fallen, the pure element is sealed within its body, and only by crushing it can the pure element be free... Only then will we be able to reconnect and we will have the possibility of saving our world... Return the orcs to the glorious Elemental Age! ”

"Come on! Smash it! ”

In a voice of supplication, Naozu said:

"Express our repentance to the elements with actions, let us wash away our sins with blood! Come on, only sacrifice, and only sacrifice, can save our world! ”

"Think of your son, Gromache! This is our last chance! ”

Chief Warsong gritted his teeth, he raised his head and looked at the crazy flame giant, he knew very well that to defeat such a monster, it was likely that the soldiers he brought would be wiped out, but...

"Warsong Clan!"

Grom stood up in the scorching firestorm, the orcs behind him couldn't even see his body, only a tall figure could be seen in the scorching flames, they saw Grom raise a roar of blood, they heard Grom roar madly.

"For Draenor! For the sake of our family! For our world! Charge with me! ”

“LOK-Tar!！！！”