This time his hands spread forward at the same time, the surging power of darkness condensing at his fingertips. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a second later, as if a powerful mage threw a big fireball, the power of darkness exploded in front of the orcs like black flames, easily knocking out those orcs who had just rushed over with their battle axes.

They lay on the ground, howling in pain.

"Stop! the orc's blood has been shed enough!" an old orc's voice rang out in the air, echoing in the ears of all orcs and death knights. The voice full of majesty itself has a mysterious power that makes people unconsciously obey it.

Tyrone lowered his arms, and the Death Knights stepped back in unison, fighting in a line behind Tyrone.

Each pair of scarlet Netherworld eyes stared at the leader of the Shadowmoon Clan who appeared in front of them.

"Naozu, you're finally here. Tyrone* Bloodfiend, who was standing in a pool of blood, said in a lazy tone.

In the next moment, he felt the wrath of the old orc warlock.

"There are too many settlements of the Shadow Moon Clan, and it's too troublesome to find them one by one. I had to do this in order to get your attention. He turned to Naozu, and was amazed to find that Naozu's face was as white as a layer of powder, and it was all white, and the whole face looked like a skull.

He looked at Naozu, and Naozu looked at him, and when they made eye contact, Naozu's eyes widened in surprise.

"I ...... I have dreamed of you......" he muttered, "In the dream I foresaw death. And now, here you are......"

Naozu's thin and slender fingertips touched the hand-painted skeleton on his face, a few white pieces peeled off, and his voice seemed to have a helpless feeling of having to bow to fate: "I've been having the same dream for two years. Eventually, you came to take my soul!"

"Souls, I'm not interested in your souls, and I'm certainly not here to redeem you. You're right. I am here for you, but not as you think. I'm here to ask you to step up and lead the tribe. ”

Naozu looked confused.

"I—why me? In order to bring the tribe further into the abyss of destruction, isn't it enough that I have committed sins?" "I am not a good tribal leader! I don't deserve to be the supreme leader of the tribe. Please find someone else. ”

Tyrone frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the ambitious spiritual mentor of Gul'dan would be so weak. If it was someone else, he would have slaughtered him.

He tried again to convince Naozu: "The tribe needs you ......"

"The tribe has been destroyed. "Half of the orcs are trapped in that evil world, and most of them have left us forever!

The light in Naozu's eyes seemed to go back to two years ago, to the terrifying scene depicted from the mouth of the defeated orcs, 200,000 orcs died in the first battle, and that was not a force that orcs could resist at all.

Naozu's body trembled like chaff: "The alliance is too strong, they have artillery fire, they have dragons, our tribe will never be able to win this war." The fate of the orcs is already sealed, either they will be wiped out by the alliance in that world, or they will die in this world that is gradually destroyed. Yes, we now have to choose how we want to die. ”

Tyrone was almost mad at Neozu, he never expected that the once revered chief would now become so afraid of death. Saying that Naozu is 'weak' is already lifting this thing, this guy is completely cowardly, and even more unfortunately, Naozu is still an absolutely necessary part of his plan.

Tyrone couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed Naozu's arms and shook them angrily: "It's been two years! Since the Dark Gate collapsed, Nima's head has been hiding like a turtle for two years! Are you really willing to die in despair like them?"

"So what!?" Neozu roared in return, a little desperate.

Neozu was finally a little angry, but Tyrone was overjoyed that he had found a breakthrough.

That's right, the current Nao Zu is definitely a waste who has abandoned his own people, lost his sense of honor, and has no responsibility. But Tyrone found out that he was afraid of death!

If you have a weakness, you can take advantage of it, right?

Tyrone's composure infected Naozu.

"Although the Dark Gate has been destroyed, I am absolutely sure that I can rebuild it. I will expand the rift in the space left behind in Azeroth until the entire horde can pass through it. Then I once heard about some artifacts from Gul'dan, if we could get some of them...... We don't need to defeat the Alliance, because our goal is not to conquer all of Azeroth!"

Neozu stopped struggling, his face bewildered in capital letters, "If we don't conquer Azeroth, then why should we fix it??"

"As soon as we get those artifacts, then we will change the spatial coordinates of the Dark Gate, and use it to live away from Azeroth and Draenor and in other worlds. Well, other better worlds. Tyrone's voice became seductive, like an uncle kidnapping a child with a lollipop.

Naozu listened intently, and at last something called hope appeared on his pale face.

Yes, Naozu was a man who was afraid of death, and he knew very well that it would be death to re-enter his hut and continue to live in seclusion. Rather than this, it is better to choose to accept a new fate.

Eventually, Naozu asked, "You already have a complete plan?" I mean the kind of plan that is thorough and foolproof. ”

"Of course!" Tyrone* Bloodfiend struggled to appear confident. Although this was a bit difficult for a dead man who had lost his blood, he still managed to keep the soul fire in his eyes burning a little stronger.

This time, Tyrone didn't press on Naozu anymore, but waited patiently for him.

“...... Tell me all about your plans. Naozu turned and walked into his cabin.

This time, however, Tyrone* Bloodfiend walked in with him, and the other Death Knights stood guard at the door in place of the orcs of Neozu. (To be continued.) )