Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 589: Meeting

This time, he stretched out both hands at the same time, and the surging dark power gathered at his fingertips. A second later, as if a powerful wizard had thrown a big fireball, the dark power exploded in front of the orcs like black flames, easily knocking away those orcs who had just rushed over with their battle axes.

They lay on the ground, howling in pain.

"Stop! Enough blood has been shed by the orcs!" The voice of an old orc came from afar, echoing in the ears of all the orcs and death knights. The majestic voice itself had a mysterious power that made people obey it unconsciously.

Teron lowered his arms, and the death knights retreated in unison, forming a line behind Teron.

Every pair of scarlet Netherworld eyes was staring at the Shadowmoon Clan leader who appeared in front of them.

"Ner'zhul, you're finally here." Standing in a pool of blood, Teron Gorefiend said in a lazy tone.

The next moment, he felt the anger of the old orc warlock.

"There are too many settlements of the Shadowmoon Clan, and it would be too troublesome to search for them one by one. I had to do this to get your attention." He turned to Ner'zhul and was surprised to find that Ner'zhul's face was as pale as if it was covered with a layer of white powder. His whole face looked like a skull.

He looked at Ner'zhul, and Ner'zhul looked at him, and when their eyes met, Ner'zhul's eyes widened in surprise.

"I... dreamed of you..." He pondered, "In the dream, I foresaw death. And now, you are here..."

Ner'zhul touched the skull hand-painted on his face with his skinny and slender fingertips. A few white spots fell off, and his voice seemed to have a sense of helplessness of having to bow to fate: "I have had the same dream for two years. Finally you came to take my soul!"

"Soul? I am not interested in your soul, and I am certainly not a saint who has come to redeem you. You are right about one thing. I am indeed here for you, but not as you imagined. I am here to ask you to step up and lead the entire tribe."

Ner'zhul looked confused.

"Me? Why me? To push the Horde one step further into the abyss of destruction? Aren't the sins I have committed enough?" Ner'zhul's eyes were filled with anxiety and fear: "I am not a good leader of the Horde! Once, I believed in a false illusion, which plunged the people of the entire tribe into war and brought our world to the brink of destruction. I am not worthy of being the supreme leader of the Horde. Please find someone else."

Tailong 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 killed him directly.

He tried to persuade Ner'zhul again: "the Horde needs you..."

"the Horde has been destroyed." Ner'zhul interrupted him: "Half of the orcs are trapped in that evil world, and most of them have left us forever! Do you want me to cross the void with my own power and become the leader of a group of dead people? Even if I can go through, what can I do?"

The divine light in Ner'zhul's eyes seemed to return to two years ago, to the horrific scene described by the defeated orcs. Two hundred thousand orcs died in the artillery fire in one battle. That was a force that the orcs could not resist at all.

Ner'zhul's body was shaking like a sieve. "The Alliance is too powerful. They have artillery fire and dragons. Our tribe will never win this war. The fate of the orcs is already determined. Either we will be annihilated by the Alliance in that world, or we will die in this world that is gradually being destroyed. That's right! Now we can only choose how we die."

Teron was almost mad at Ner'zhul. He never expected that the chieftain who was once so respected would become so afraid of death. To say that Ner'zhul was "weak" was already flattering him. This guy was a complete coward. What's more unfortunate is that Ner'zhul was an absolutely necessary part of his plan.

Teron could no longer bear it. He grabbed Ner'zhul's arms and shook them angrily: "Two years! Ever since the Dark Portal collapsed, you have been hiding like a turtle for two years! In this world, the clans have done nothing but kill each other for the smaller and smaller hunting grounds. Do you really want to wait for death in despair like them?"

"So what!?" Ner'zhul roared back with a bit of despair.

Ner'zhul finally got a little angry, but Teron was happy in his heart because he found a breakthrough.

That's right, now Ner'zhul is definitely a worthless person who has abandoned his people, lost his sense of honor, and has no sense of responsibility. But Teron discovered that he was afraid of death!

If there is a weakness, then you can exploit it! Isn't it?

Teron's calmness infected Ner'zhul.

"Although the Dark Portal was destroyed, I am absolutely sure that I can rebuild it. I will expand the space rift left in Azeroth until the entire tribe can pass through it. Then I once heard about some artifacts from Gul'dan. If we can obtain some of them... We don't need to defeat the Alliance, because our goal is not to conquer the entire Azeroth!"

Ner'zhul stopped struggling, with a look of confusion on his face: "If we don't conquer Azeroth, then why are we building it?"

"As long as we get those artifacts, we will change the spatial coordinates of the Dark Portal and use it to move away from Azeroth and Draenor and live in other worlds. Well, other better worlds." Teron's voice became full of temptation, like an uncle luring a child with a lollipop.

Ner'zhul listened attentively, and something called hope finally appeared on his pale face.

Yes! Ner'zhul was a guy who was afraid of death. He knew that entering his hut again and continuing to live in seclusion was waiting for death. Instead of doing this, he might as well choose to accept a new fate.

Ner'zhul finally asked, "You have a comprehensive plan? I mean a thorough and foolproof plan."

"Of course!" Teron Gorefiend tried to make himself look confident. Although this was a bit too much for a dead person who had already lost his blood, he still tried to make the soul fire in his eyes burn more vigorously.

This time, Teron did not press Ner'zhul again, but waited for him patiently.

"...Tell me all your plans." Ner'zhul turned and walked into his hut.

This time, however, Teron Gorefiend walked in with him, and other death knights replaced Ner'zhul's orc guards at the door.