Chapter 162: Divine Artifact Kills the King

Raindrops mixed with the unique fresh air of Tanaan Jungle fell on Gul'dan's face. In Zeth'gol, the home of the Bleeding Ring orcs, Gul'dan stood here without saying a word.

It is said that this was an order from his master Kil'jaeden.

The other warlocks of the Shadow Council are also quietly observing whether Gul'dan has lost Kil'jaeden's favor and offended the great demon.

You know, for these warlocks, almost everyone has the idea of ​​replacing Gul'dan.

Gul'dan also knew it. He glanced uneasily at the jungle behind him, and there was an eye peeking at him. He knew it.

It was the "Eye of Kilrogg", a warlock's spell. After the Tanaan Jungle was captured by the Shadow Council he had formed himself, in order to humiliate Kilrogg, he developed this spell that could be used to replace the warlock's eyes for observation. The magic of the world.

His mind began to expand, and he was thinking about how he would torture those ambitious warlocks when he returned.

"Want to replace me? There's no way." Gul'dan said viciously in his heart.

Until a sound of thunder broke the silence, Gul'dan looked up at the sky. It was a normal sky just now, but now it was only a black hole.

Gul'dan swallowed and stared into the darkness.

Suddenly the darkness began to roll, looking like a green thundercloud, and then it began to spin, green fel energy swirling faster and faster, forming a huge magical vortex.

Accompanying this whirlpool was a strong wind, which blew up Gul'dan's hair and robes, as well as the crystals in front of him.

"Quick! Stop peeking, come here and put up the transmission door!" Gul'dan shouted, "Don't delay any more time, this is the master's order."

This was of course Kil'jaeden's order. Just now, Kil'jaeden told him that he wanted him to use the Apexis crystals of the arakkoa to build a huge portal.

At this time, the restless Gul'dan obviously did not have time to wait for the hard workers to take their time. Instead of letting them build it brick by brick, it would be better for the Warlocks of the Shadow Council to do it themselves.

The portal was quickly created with the magic of the warlocks. The huge wind sound not only made Gul'dan's face seem to have been cut by the shaman's wind, but also made the earth begin to shake.

Gul'dan didn't know if it was the power of the wind or his master's influence.

Gul'dan's body was shaking a little. Not only him, but also many warlocks fell to the ground at the moment when the sky suddenly opened.

The bright and hot evil fire illuminated the earth, and the huge impact caused the warlocks to be knocked to the ground, unable to breathe.

They lay on the ground and took a deep breath. Gul'dan did the same. He tried to stand up and quietly observed what the broken portal brought.

Gul'dan's body trembled a little because he saw an unknown monster.

It stood in front of him, shaking its four hoofed feet and flapping its huge leather wings. The dust around it kept flying, like a sandstorm.

Its hair, more like the mane of a beast, was green and curly, extending from its neck to its back, and was stained with evil flames.

If Gul'dan hadn't actually discovered those hairs, he would have almost thought that the monster's hair was those fel flames.

Looking at its eyes again, the green eyes shine like blazing hellfire. When it opens its mouth, its huge fangs reflect the faint light. There are rows of sharp teeth and huge fangs on both sides. It is not difficult to guess that it is an apex predator.

It roared, "Gul'dan, it's you again, we haven't seen you for a long time."

Obviously, this monster knew Gul'dan, but Gul'dan had no memory of it.

"We should have never seen..." Gul'dan suppressed the fear in his heart. This monster brought him a much greater sense of oppression than the Wrath of the Elements.

After he trembled and said these words, the monster shook its head, and the huge shoulder armor on its shoulders also made a loud sound as it moved.

It waved its huge spear randomly, "You don't know me, but I know you, my good partner."

It looked around, "It's not the Dark Temple?"

"Okay, you have plenty of time to chat after this." Kil'jaeden's image suddenly appeared, even the image was bigger than this monster.

"Take a good look at him. This is the messenger sent by the Legion to guide your path, Mannoroth. He has been serving us well, and he will be a good helper on your journey to becoming a god. In other worlds, mortals call him Destroyer. But here he will be the savior of the Horde."

Kil'jaeden said softly, and Gul'dan suddenly felt weak and uncomfortable. Obviously, the fear from Mannoroth had not subsided, "Since the orcs cannot obey you, then defeat them first, and then make them surrender. "

Mannoroth snorted, "So the orc tribe in this world has not become our servants?"

Does this mean he doesn't have to bleed them to drink?

"Oh, by the way, the demon blood you drank earlier also came from him."

Okay, let it go.

Kil'jaeden's rumbling voice sounded, "The Destroyer has many advantages, but these advantages are only impatience. The Legion has given you too much time, but you have more and more orc enemies."

"I understand what you mean, great master. I will immediately order them to attack the tribe." Gul'dan rolled his lips. "Don't worry, I accepted your gift, and I will definitely complete your mission." ”

"Not bad." Kil'jaeden nodded. Gul'dan's attitude made him very satisfied.

But then, he spread his hands, and a pair of sharp blades were in his huge palms. "This is a pair of magical daggers."

Perhaps due to Kil'jaeden's bad taste, these two daggers that should have been forged by Blackhand were forged by the craftsmen of the Burning Legion.

"This one is pain, and this one is sorrow. I call them Kingslayers." Kil'jaeden said to Gul'dan without hesitation: "This weapon is extremely sharp. It can even cut through the soft flesh of Manronoth."

"Soft"

Gul'dan secretly glanced at Manronoth. His muscles looked harder than the boulders of Hellfire Citadel.

"This means that when necessary, you can use the blood of the Destroyer to control the tribes that are about to be defeated by you." Kil'jaeden was not worried that Gul'dan would lose. Manronoth's strength in this world is like throwing a troll empire to America in the Age of Exploration.

That was a dimensionality reduction attack. If he could still lose, Gul'dan might as well die.

And Kil'jaeden didn't say anything else, that is, the daggers also contained his cold hatred, which was darker than any magic known to the orcs. This also led to the fact that every day and every minute you held them, they wanted to twist your mind and make you obey their master Kil'jaeden.