Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 595: Skull of Gul’dan

Nefarian loudly said that dragons were the most powerful creatures in Azeroth. You have to know that these tribesmen were all unsophisticated. Before they had seen the crazy elemental lords, the Titan creations, and the even more crazy Old Gods, his words could really scare the unsophisticated people in the Horde.

The orcs' faces clearly showed an expression of "You are very reasonable, we admire you", which greatly satisfied Nefarian's vanity.

He pointed to a particularly large black dragon nearby, with two huge horns on its forehead.

"Saberian!" When he called out the black dragon's name, the other black dragons lowered their heads. "He is my lieutenant, responsible for all matters. He and several other companions will take your orcs to the island you mentioned. As for the trip to Dalaran, I will take you there personally."

No orc or death knight dared to disobey what Nefarian said.

Using the Demon Soul to control a guardian dragon, or even an entire dragon army, was a thing of the past two years ago.

If grass could grow on the grave of Zuluhed who dared to do so, the weeds would be at least one foot high. In fact, the body of the former Dragonmaw Chieftain was pushed by the Alliance logistics troops along with the remains of 200,000 orcs into the middle of the Burning Canyon, into the lava fissure where the giant fire elemental Baron Geddon emerged.

The orcs just quietly felt and feared the power contained in every simple word of the words of the dragon king in human form. They watched with curiosity and attention as Nefarian bypassed their new chief and gave orders directly to each chief.

Compared to his father, the former Black Dragon Prince, the current Black Dragon King Nefarian seems to know how to command his subordinates better.

Blind pressure will not win loyalty, and even so-called obedience will be greatly reduced. Nefarian's masculine lips curled up slightly, and he spoke again:

"Of course, I have no intention of becoming your master, except for your strong request. Now, we can only be called allies with the same interests."

His words immediately made the tribal chiefs feel much better.

Nefarian's smile became more mysterious. "You will not be the only opponents of the Alliance. The Black Dragonflight will take you to Tirisfal Glades to find Grom Hellscream's Warsong Clan. At the same time, I will also let Brother Blackhand's Blackfang Clan march out from the Burning Plains to attack Redridge Mountains and raid the Alliance's rear."

"The Blackhand brothers? Rend and Maim!?" Ner'zhul was stunned by the unexpected news.

"Yes! After they completed the mission from the previous great warchief Orgrim in the Tomb of Sargeras in the Endless Sea, they came to Blackrock Mountain and foolishly occupied Blackrock Fortress. If I hadn't guided them, they would have been a group of dead people. Now, they are my servants." Nefarian raised his chin slightly defiantly.

This is definitely great news for the main force of the Horde trapped in the cursed land.

After all, there was nothing in the Cursed Land except the lifeless red soil, and even supplies had to be transported from Draenor. Ner'zhul really couldn't imagine what would happen if hundreds of thousands of orcs were crowded here.

Perhaps the Alliance doesn't even need to destroy them, they will starve to death here, or kill each other and be destroyed.

However, Nefarian's gift package is not limited to this.

As if by magic, he took out something from the space storage bag.

When the tribal chiefs saw this thing clearly under the hazy moonlight, they all let out an exclamation of surprise that could hardly be suppressed.

What did they see!?

The head of Gul'dan, the great traitor of the Horde and the former Warlock who was believed to be the direct cause of the failure of the war against the Alliance!

There was still a look of horror on his hideous face. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

His life, his sins, and the consequences of his own actions all stopped at the moment before his death.

Looking at his expression, one can easily imagine how huge the gap between loss and panic was when he was confidently trying to steal the power of the fallen Titan Sargeras, but was met with the most violent backlash from the demon tide.

I don't know how Nefarian did it, but Gul'dan's head was not rotten at all and was presented intact in front of the people of the Horde.

"Can I...can I see this traitor's head?"

"Of course." Nefarian threw Gul'dan's head to the ground like a bag of garbage.

Several orc centurions lit torches to make the light more obvious.

The chieftains of the top clans gathered together, watching with angry expressions.

"It's him! It's definitely him! My unworthy disciple - Hahaha! Gul'dan! You also get your retribution! Is this your final end? Hahaha!" As Gul'dan's former master, Ner'zhul has absolute say in the identification of the head.

For a moment, the chiefs burst into warm cheers.

If they hadn't been beaten like dogs by the Alliance half an hour ago, they really wanted to hold a grand bonfire party to celebrate Gul'dan's death!

"The final outcome? No! Apparently, this great traitor of the Horde can still atone for his sins to the Horde in his own unique way!" Nefarian's bewitching voice made Ner'zhul feel that he could not refuse his next proposal.

Nefarian pointed through the void, and Gul'dan's hideous head began to wither rapidly under the gaze of all the chiefs.

The few remaining hairs dried up first, turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

Then the skin and scalp attached to the skull, as well as the shriveled brain, began to fall to the ground piece by piece.

What finally appeared before everyone was a ferocious white-brown orc skull.

However, the strong evil dark aura wrapped around the skull tells everyone how powerful the owner of this skull was in his lifetime.

"This is..." Ner'zhul's hands were trembling.

"Since this is a divine weapon made from Gul'dan's head, you can call it the Skull of Gul'dan!" The smile on the face of Nefarian, the King of Black Dragons, grew even wider.

"Haha! Haha! Haha!" Unable to hold back any longer, Ner'zhul held up the Skull of Gul'dan and laughed wildly, "My disciple! Is this your fate? You have to keep fighting for the Horde even after death! Haha!"

Not only Ner'zhul, but the other chiefs all laughed wantonly as if they had achieved great revenge.

After the orcs finished celebrating, Nefarian raised his hand and said, "Go! Ner'zhul, the third thing you want is in Karazhan. Use your new artifact to destroy that weak human boy Edmund Duke!"

"Of course! I will go!" With the support of this new powerful force, Ner'zhul's old body seemed to become younger.