Chapter 73 Resurrection! My Warlock!

Twisting Nether, Argus.

As the original home of the Eredar and Draenei, Argus is located on the border of the Twisting Nether and the Infinite End.

Although the utopian society on Argus once had extremely intelligent and magic-savvy residents. But now, Argus has long been distorted by the chaotic demonic energy and has become the base camp and capital of the Burning Legion.

The original native Eredar also divided into two factions. One faction refused to join the Legion and followed Velen into exile. These Eredar called themselves Draenei, and the other faction followed the Legion and became the nobles among the demons.

Under the long-term corrosion of the demons, this place has been infinitely close to a part of the Twisting Nether, and the fel energy is even abundant enough to play the role of the Twisting Nether.

However, in this evil world, as one of the two commanders of the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver is now very angry.

Gul'dan, the warlock favored by him, died, and died miserably. If there was no soul stone to save his soul, he could now find the next target.

"What a useless waste." Kil'jaeden rarely lost his composure like this.

Gul'dan in other parallel worlds at least successfully formed the Shadow Council, but the one in this world was so good that he killed himself.

Although Kil'jaeden knew that there would be some differences between parallel worlds, the Gul'dan in this timeline was definitely the worst one he had ever led.

Headache.

What else could Kil'jaeden say? Give up Gul'dan and borrow one from the next universe? Fortunately, this orc warlock left his soul stone before going to the elemental throne, otherwise Kil'jaeden would need some effort to resurrect him.

Kil'jaeden said nothing and did not recite any spells. He just stretched out his fingers and moved them in the void in front of him, as if opening a space door, but just like that, a wave of mana began to rotate in his palm, and a suction force from the demon brought the soul stone hidden by Gul'dan in Draenor to Kil'jaeden.

In the unimaginable spell, the soul stone left by Gul'dan gradually broke. With a gesture of Kil'jaeden, a soul trembled and emerged from the broken soul stone. Under the nourishment of the fel power, he slowly turned into a human form.

With the soul stone, Kil'jaeden easily resurrected the dead Gul'dan.

Where is this?

Gul'dan looked around the surrounding environment. There was no desert, no forest, lush grassland, and cold snowfield.

There was only the broken earth turned into a rift valley, and the lava flowing with fel energy gathered into a river. Looking down from the sky, the whole world was broken into three continents, but no matter which continent it was, it exuded the breath of corruption and depravity.

On the vaguely visible remains of the sacred city, the ruthless demon sat on it and whipped the desperate soul.

The crystal-filled mountains turned into valleys made of sharp rocks, and the arcane halls were engraved with all kinds of runes that filled people with evil thoughts.

In the secret rooms and cages made of flames and bones, countless enemies of the Legion wailed.

From time to time, twisted monsters with human faces could be seen wandering on the ground.

In front of this purgatory on earth, even Gul'dan felt that Kil'jaeden and his Legion were a little too extreme.

It really looked like hell.

"Gul'dan." Kil'jaeden's voice was extremely inconsistent with his devilish face. If you only listened to this soft voice, you would even think he was a kind and benevolent elder.

But Gul'dan knew what his master was like. He was a small minion like him, so how could such a big demon be a good man?

Gul'dan tried hard not to tremble too much, "Master, I..."

"Hush." ​​Kil'jaeden shrank his body a little, as if this would reduce his pressure on Gul'dan.

"I know everything, I've been watching you." Gul'dan lowered his head and raised it involuntarily in front of Kil'jaeden's magic power.

"I don't blame you. The orcs have great potential, especially Hellscream." Kil'jaeden knew this orc chieftain. He was a powerful warrior.

Malornos could testify. God knows what's wrong with Archimonde's lieutenant. He runs to various timelines to fight Grommash all day long.

Gul'dan, who was trembling and powerless, didn't dare to echo Kil'jaeden's words.

"My incompetence shames you." Gul'dan was still uneasy. Listen to Kil'jaeden's nickname, the Deceiver! Can you believe what the Deceiver says?

If he took it seriously, he might have no place to be buried after his death.

Being able to float all over the universe along the twisting void is a happy funeral.

Kil'jaeden smiled. Gul'dan was unreliable. This was the conclusion drawn from many of his own personal experiments. But Gul'dan was very useful in a sense. His greed for power made him not have so many scruples. If the reward was enough, he could even dig up his ancestral graves that he didn't know where they were buried.

"Let's forget about failure, it's only temporary." Kil'jaeden poured a ball of fel energy into his servant, "Do you remember the task I gave you?"

The evil dark green light connected Kil'jaeden and Gul'dan's bodies, his heartbeat instantly accelerated, and his body began to change in the direction the demon hoped.

The extreme pain from his body made Gul'dan scream in pain, but this scream was nothing compared to those suffering souls. In the end, there was no trace of pain on his face, only joy, the joy of growing strength.

Gul'dan sat slumped on the polluted land, supporting his body with his hands, breathing heavily, but when he saw his own changes, he felt only joy, and a smile appeared on his face.

Look at his appearance now! Where is the shadow of the poor orc?

His originally normal eyeballs have long turned scarlet, bone spurs extend from his flat back, and his skinny body has become strong and healthy, and the knotted muscles on it make him feel satisfied.

This is the power he exchanged for freedom.

"Eliminate those traitors." Gul'dan grinned.

He didn't know why Kil'jaeden was so obsessed with those Draenei, just like Archimonde didn't know. In the entire Burning Legion, only Kil'jaeden wanted Velen to die the most.

"Not bad." Thinking of those "traitors", Kil'jaeden's expression began to become more and more ferocious, and his voice became heavier.

"Whether it is purifying the Elemental Throne or uniting all the orcs, it is just a preparation for purifying the filth left by the Draenei." Kil'jaeden said: "Now, you can proceed to the next step of the plan."

Next step? Gul'dan understood that this was another plan for him to do something unscrupulous.

But what does this have to do with him, Gul'dan thought with gloating.

If he could get the reward given by Kil'jaeden, even if it meant destroying their world, what would it matter? As long as he was not the one who paid the price, he would accept it.

For example, let their world become like this, and then he sat on the throne made of bones, looking down at other people as if he was looking down at a servant, just like Kil'jaeden.

How did that sentence go? When you carry a heavy burden and move forward, there must be someone who will live a peaceful life for you. Gul'dan is not talented, but he is willing to live a peaceful life.

"To spread violence and despair." Kil'jaeden always felt that the lives of the orcs were too satisfactory, and he was going to give them some strength.

As the saying goes, the sword is sharpened by grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

How can you see the rainbow without going through the storm?

He Kil'jaeden is also a kind man!

"Yes, great master." Gul'dan breathed a sigh of relief. He was not punished for his failure, which was the greatest luck for him.