Chapter 25 24. Gul'dan's New Toy

Gul'dan... the name is a real taboo among the orc tribes today.

No one knew which clan Gul'dan came from, and there were gossip that his clan had been killed by him.

He once joined the Shadowmoon Clan as a wanderer, and because of his outstanding magic talent, he was accepted as a disciple by the patriarch of the Shadowmoon Clan, the respected old shaman Ner'zhul in Draenor, and soon, he was very familiar with the orcs. The understanding of spirit art and astrology can already be compared with Ner'zhul.

But Gul'dan's ambitions didn't stop there. He was the first in orc society to introduce the concept of a warlock, a dangerous spellcaster who fought with shadow and manic corruption, as well as fire and the power to summon demons.

In times of peace, such a dangerous spellcaster would never have appeared, but at that time all the elements of the orc world Draenor had quieted down, and the mainstream shaman priests could no longer summon the power of nature, so the warlocks took advantage of the vacancy Intrusion, and soon spread in the orc world.

No one knows where Gul'dan's forbidden knowledge about warlocks came from, but in short, he was the first and most powerful warlock of the orcs.

The Shadow Council he established was full of lunatics who would give up everything for power, and after he pushed Blackhand, the chief of the Blackrock clan, to the throne of Warchief, the Shadow Council quickly infiltrated every class of the tribe.

If Blackhand didn't die, then Gul'dan is still the person with the most right to speak in the tribe. Unfortunately, Blackhand died. In the middle, he was smashed in the head by Orgrim Doomhammer.

After Gul'dan woke up after a long and strange coma, he found desperately that his Shadow Council had been killed by Orgrim.

"boom"

The door of the psychic hall was pushed open by a tall figure wearing armor, a dark red hood, and carrying a blood-red scepter. This guy didn't look like an orc, but the mania that surged in his dark body His shadow magic power represents his identity.

This is a powerful warlock... at least the soul in the body belongs to a powerful warlock.

Behind him is a gloomy orc with a hunched waist, leaning on a green skeleton cane, wearing a green hooded robe, with bone spurs extending from the back, and decorated with skeletons.

The moment he appeared, even though he didn't say a single word, the atmosphere in the entire psychic hall suddenly fell silent. The five old psychics knelt on the ground humbly, not even daring to raise their heads to look at the orc. With a glance, wherever the orc with the skeleton walking stick went, shadows, omnipresent shadows suddenly appeared.

The shadow of the haze overwhelms everything, representing his destructive majesty.

This is Gul'dan, the warlock progenitor who has made every orc and their enemies feel terrified in the past 10 years, a gloomy careerist, a loyal destroyer, and everyone but himself. I don't know what he desires most in his heart.

And behind Gul'dan, followed closely a tall figure, 2.5 meters tall, burly, muscular, wearing only a simple robe representing the caster, this tall figure represented his identity, This is an ogre, a terrifying creature that originated from the world of Draenor. It once had a glorious civilization, but it has now been completely destroyed.

However, on the chest of this brown-skinned ogre, there are two heads, one with one eye and a horn, and the other is no different from the head of an ordinary ogre. This guy is a rare two-headed ogre. Generally speaking, while such an ogre has both strength and intelligence, it is a master at manipulating magic power.

His name is Cho'gall, the chieftain of the Twilight's Hammer clan, and one of Gul'dan's apprentices, Cho's the name of the normal head, and Gal, the name of the one-eyed horned head... well, it fits well The name of the magic tradition, and like Gul'dan, Cho'gall's origin is also a mystery.

The indifferent dark figure and Cho'gall stood on both sides, while the silent Gul'dan strolled to the front of Tyrion's corpse. He looked at the twisted corpse in front of him, stretched out his finger, and pressed the arm of the corpse. on, and after a moment he spoke:

"So... Durag, one of my best disciples, just died like this?"

"boom"

The body of the old orc psychic was grabbed by the strong ogre and thrown at Gul'dan's feet. The psychic screamed and begged for work, and knelt in front of Gul'dan, explaining frantically:

"Master Gul'dan, I swear! I swear! We followed the steps you ordered... The previous dozen or so soul transfers were all successful, but Ms. Durag's was unexpected this time. The problem with the magic circle is not our problem... I swear!"

"oh..."

Gul'dan nodded, he bent down, put his hand on the psychic's shoulder, and said softly:

"So, my genius apprentice Durag is just unlucky, that's what you mean, right?"

"No! No, I'm not, I'm not... Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhh!!"

Before the old orc finished speaking, a dark green light burst out from the palm of Gul'dan's hand, like a palm made of energy, it clasped tightly around the old orc's neck, and lifted his body easily. into the air.

A trace of indifference flashed in Gul'dan's dark red eyes, he pulled his hand outwards, the dark green light suddenly disappeared, the old orc's soulless body hit the ground, his skin was only in contact for less than 3 seconds , was burned into a coke-like appearance, and in Gul'dan's hands, a twisted soul was letting out the most desperate screams.

"I never believed in luck..."

Gul'dan let out a hoarse and gloomy laugh:

"Then let me see what secrets this elf corpse holds!"

He stretched out his hand and stuffed the old orc's soul into Tyrion's body in a rough way. He took two steps back and stood with the ogre Cho'gall, watching with interest what would happen next. Things that happened.

It was almost exactly the same, and everything that happened to the ruler Durag was exactly the same. After 5 minutes, Tyrion's body, which had just been able to move, twisted and fell to the ground again, and was stuffed into the corpse The soul in the same place disappeared.

This scene aroused Gul'dan's interest almost immediately. He stretched out his finger, stroked his chin, and asked softly:

"My apprentice Cho'gall, guess why?"

Gul'dan's question made the ogre Cho'gall bow his head humbly, and his two heads said in a strange coordination:

"I felt the magic power being absorbed by that corpse. (Quickly, very roughly, as if I could never get enough to eat)!"

"As they say, it's not about the magic circle and the ritual. (It's about the body, it's about the elves... The soul is supported by magic power. Once the magic power is absorbed, the soul will dissipate!)"

"Um"

The apprentice's answer made Gul'dan very satisfied. He swiped his fingers in the air, and the black crystal containing Tyrion's remnant soul fell into his palm under the magic power.

"I've never seen this kind of situation in other races...I'm curious about the instinctive hunger, thirst and pursuit of magic power, this kind of demon-eating physique. If this kind of problem naturally exists in the body of an elf, then ..."

Gul'dan looked at the black soul stone in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and whispered:

"Then, how do they ensure that their souls will not be swallowed by the body's hunger and thirst? Or, their souls have actually mutated, and what I'm more curious about is what kind of environment can actually Let these elves produce this simultaneous mutation of flesh and spirit..."

The orc warlock thought for a moment, and then let out a sigh of regret:

"Hey, it seems that the answer to this secret can only be found in Quel'Thalas...but that's good, even if you can temporarily get rid of the disgusting Orgrim, it's a good thing!"

"Then what shall we do with him, Gul'dan."

The dark figure who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke:

"Since it has been confirmed that this body cannot carry any soul, shall we destroy it?"

The way this figure speaks is very strange. Although it is spoken in Orc language, it is pronounced with a human accent. No matter how strange it sounds, it's like... It's like stuffing an Orc's soul into it. into the body of a human knight.

"No! Terongor, my old friend!"

Gul'dan raised the black soul stone in his hand, and a hint of malice and haze flashed in his dark red eyes:

"It's not that it can't carry all the souls, at least, this soul, it won't refuse! The soul that belongs to it has become mutilated!"

"But such a resurrection means nothing to us!"

Tarongore shook his head, this action made the shadow behind him flutter, and he said in a deep voice:

"Orgrim will not allow a non-orc transformed death knight to exist, he cannot guarantee its loyalty..."

"But we can! Hehehe"

Gul'dan let out a characteristic low laugh, and he threw the soul stone in his hand to Teron'gor:

"This soul is incomplete, which means that we can tamper with it, take off a part, and add binding spells, we can have a powerful and loyal elf death knight. Don't forget, he will be Saurfang A warrior like that, all badly wounded...Look, we're going to Quel'Thalas soon, that's his homeland, the holy place he died for...hehehe, we'll need him of!"

The somber sorcerer turned and strolled away:

"And I also really want to see, when a disabled soul leads an army of destruction to the holy land that he once sacrificed for, will such a soul collapse because of this, I'm curious..."

"Talongore, I will leave it to you to satisfy my curiosity. I believe that, as the great warlock of the Shadow Council, as the first resurrected and most powerful death knight, you will not let me Disappointed...right?"

Gul'dan left with his apprentice, Cho'gall, and in the psychic hall, only the original orc warlock Tarongol, who existed as a death knight, and four surviving orc psychics remained.

The death knight put the black crystal in his hand on his eyes, and he stared at it. After a while, he put the crystal in his hand on the altar of the ceremony. He reached out and took off the black plate glove on his left hand, revealing He took out a somewhat rotten palm that was entwined with magicweave strips.

This is the palm of a royal guard of the Stormwind Kingdom. This warrior whose name has been lost, killed more than 20 orc warriors by himself when Stormwind City fell, and was finally killed by the furious Orgrim. Kill with your own hands.

The bravery of this human warrior was also kept in Gul'dan's heart. When Orgrim agreed to Gul'dan's research on the death knight, the dark warlock immediately dug up the long-dead human warrior's body , and regard it as the resurrection container of his most trusted right-hand man, the great warlock Tarongore.

For this matter, Tarongore thanked Gul'dan from the bottom of his heart, but he, who had already died once, cherished his life even more... Between Gul'dan and Orgrim, Tarongore decisively I chose Orgrim... Maybe this betrayal has not been discovered by Gul'dan yet, but it must not be hidden for too long, but Teron'gor is not afraid, does not regret, and does not feel ashamed.

"This is the correct choice that the warlocks of the Shadow Council will make... Don't blame me, old friend."

Under the hood, under the effect of necromancy, Tarongore's well-preserved human face showed a sinister smile, the dark red light in his eyes flashed away, and the frequency of finger dancing stopped. A corner of the Dark Soul Stone was completely cut off and fell into the hands of Terongol, the light that represented the binding spell was beating.

Tarongore took a step back, looked at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Gul'dan, of course I will satisfy your curiosity, I will not let you down...I won't let the warchief down either..."

I saw some brothers making complaints about Blackhand. Blackhand is a surname. Look at Red Blackhand, Maim Blackhand, Blackhand means "blackhand", I understand, but the chief can't just have a surname without a first name right? So I called him Blackhand Blackhand, as long as it meant something.