Chapter 54: The Warlock of the Distorted Elements

"So you mean that Gul'dan's current goal is to pollute the Throne of Elements with the magic of his demon master?" Grommash was numb after listening to Nergo's story.

I said that being too soft-hearted is not good, right? Look at that shaman. If he had followed the tradition and drowned Gul'dan at birth, how much less suffering would the entire orcs have suffered?

Now that such a big disaster has occurred, what should we do if something goes wrong?

Of course, the clan that gave birth to such a big disaster will be destroyed by him in the future, but this does not affect Nergo's telling this matter in advance to prove that Gul'dan is tyrannical.

"Yes." Nergo nodded, "I have used the elemental spirit to detect the news there. If there is no accident, he should be about to take action now."

"At the latest by the next Kershag Festival, Gul'dan's fel magic will change the world." Nergo did not exaggerate. Now all the clans in Draenor are basically well-fed and well-clothed, relying largely on the elemental power mastered by the shaman.

After Gul'dan twisted the elemental spirits of Draenor, Draenor was faced with either drought or floods. The Gorgrond Mountains were flooded, and the Tanaan Jungle was snowing non-stop. The rivers dried up, the streams dried up, these were inevitable results.

There is no doubt, let's take this situation as an example: you are the king of a country, and your priest/minister reports to you that a lunatic who is said to be very powerful is planning to demolish the Confucius Temple or attack Rome while you are on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem/Taishan Fengshan.

It sounds mysterious to you, but you can't bet.

"Let's go now, I will let this traitor see my axe." Grommash's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and Gul'dan, who was still preparing to attack the Throne of Elements, had no idea that the Warsong had already set his sights on him.

………………

“Come out, my servant.” On the hillside not far from the Elemental Throne, Gul’dan chanted a spell, and the dark portal leading to the twisting void opened wide. Tall and hideous demons walked out of it. They were the Doomguards, which were also high-end demons in the Burning Legion.

Although the high-end combat power of the Burning Legion usually refers to high-level cannon fodder, it is enough for this weak planet.

There were three of them in total, and each of them was followed by a team of disciplined demon guards. They held battle axes and swords, and the expressions on their faces never changed because of the noisy demons around them.

They gathered together, stood in neat rows, and obeyed the commander’s orders.

“Warlock, we will help you conquer the natives of this world.” One of the Doomguards did not have a trace of politeness in his language. He looked around, his eyes filled with desire for destruction and hatred for the primitive and natural environment of this world.

“But we are not servants.” He warned Gul’dan, who are you? Just a little warlock. I am a dog in the Legion. I am still a dog when summoned by mortals. Why should I respond to your call?

"Haha, of course." Gul'dan hunched over, his eyes swept over these elite demon warriors. These were the demons he summoned, and this was the power of the master he followed. "The will of the true god will be realized."

"Today, the false gods shall die!" Gul'dan couldn't wait to see those arrogant and self-important elemental spirits and shamans die in front of him. He had enough of the contempt and discrimination.

He wanted to let them see that they were blind and didn't choose him at the beginning. Now that his talent has been excavated, they will all surrender.

"Then what are you waiting for?" The Doomsday Guard spread its wings and flew into the sky, throwing out fel flames in its hands, burning everything around it, "Kill their holy land and burn their shrines. The Burning Legion is coming!"

Although there are only a hundred demons, just a small team, even the combat power of a pet raised by a demon commander is stronger than them, but then again

I can't survive in the demon world, so why can't I show off my power among you natives?

The more something is lacking, the more it will be shown off. The demons began to bring the flames of hell to the elemental throne like crazy.

"The orcs regard it as a holy place. You said that the ogres once tried to seize the elemental throne. Their intervention caused the elements to fall into chaos, and the orcs were united because of this." Kil'jaeden's voice echoed in Gul'dan's mind, "Recreate that history, form the orcs into a whole, and then become the sharp blade of the Legion."

"Respect your will." Gul'dan spoke, and he began to cast a spell, and the fluent Eredar language kept reciting from his mouth.

Runes with green flames and sulfur smell appeared under his feet.

As a former Draenei spellcaster master, Kil'jaeden was naturally able to deal with the elements, a force that exists in almost every world.

He didn't even take a second look, and Gul'dan had already begun to weaken the elemental spirits of Draenor under his guidance.

At this time, in the shaman gathering place not far away, Garlock's face was solemn. The wailing and pain of the elemental spirits made it impossible for him to calm down and meditate as usual.

No elemental spirit responded to him, only the painful groans continued to echo in the air.

The uneasy atmosphere became stronger and stronger.

Garlock felt that something big was about to happen.

"Down the mountain..."

"There..."

"..."

The intermittent voices made Garlock realize that someone was trying to provoke the orcs again.

As a shaman guardian, Garlock was naturally angry when he learned about this.

"It's better not to be those fat guys." Garlock walked alone towards Gul'dan.

There were no other shamans. During the festival, almost all the orcs would go to Oshu'gun to celebrate. Only he had an important task, so he couldn't leave easily. That is to say, at this time, he was the only orc guarding the orc holy land.

"This is a great opportunity." Gul'dan thought. During the Kshhag Festival, all the shamans here were away. He could do whatever he wanted. I believe that the expressions of those shamans when they came back and saw the messy elemental throne would be very exciting.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile wildly.

Holding the various spellcasting materials he had collected during this period, he carved another rune full of fel power on the ground.

"Ha, it turns out that this is still missing."

A soul fragment extracted from a painful soul. This is also the most precious spellcasting material he has ever had.

Gul'dan is about to complete his work, and the elemental spirits of Draenor are about to end!

The demons around watched carefully to make sure no one would disrupt this crucial ritual.

"What are you doing!?" The old orc roared, which made Gul'dan stop his actions and turn around to see an old shaman.

"Old shaman, it looks like you are not very lucky."