Chapter 999 The Meaning of Survival

In his heart, Duke fervently greeted the eighteenth generation of Nozdormu's ancestors, and sincerely offered a national curse that condensed the essence of five thousand years of Celestial civilization to this bastard, the Level 10086 Dragon of Time.

All the words that came to mind were used by Duke more than ten times.

He could completely imagine Ronin, Krasus, Vanessa, and Brox singing songs and hiking in the forests of Azeroth, and then happily meeting the demigod Cenarius, and together they Enjoyable gaming scene.

Why can these four guys choose the difficulty of the game?

Sir, it was hell difficulty when I started?

I, Duke, was the first to dissatisfy——

Well, it's called a return call, but it doesn't do anything for the current situation.

Since Nozdormu sent him to the Twisting Nether, one of the Burning Legion's lairs, Duke was surrounded by hundreds of millions of demons. Then Duke's only way to survive is to find a way to break into the ground immediately and successfully teleport to Azeroth legally.

Like... gaining Kil'jaeden's favor and making yourself part of Kil'jaeden's sinister plans.

This resulted in Duke having no choice but to pinch his nose and eat it even though he knew it was a bowl of Rexiang in front of him!

Sitting gracefully on the operating chair that began to deform and become suitable for Duke's body shape, Duke gave Grom a look——

Believe me!

Looking at Duke, Grom's heart skipped a beat and his mouth was filled with bitterness. Born in that primitive and barbaric world full of courage and heroism, Grom was always proud of being a great orc.

Orcs are the bravest race!

Orcs are the greatest and most advanced race!

From the moment he was born until he drank the demon's blood, Grom believed in it.

Until he saw other more brilliant civilizations, such as draenei, humans, dwarves, elves... When the orcs were victorious, he never admitted that other civilizations were superior and more advanced than the orcs.

But the brutal Battle of Blackstone Mountain changed everything.

In the face of the overwhelming cannonballs, the last elites of the orcs were burned to the ground, and the free and powerful orcs became slaves of humans for twelve years. When they regained their freedom while the Scourge was raging, and once again saw the violent artillery and mechanical civilization, even the most arrogant orcs had to admit that in the field of civilization, the orcs were far behind other people. Race.

The combat power of the Alliance under Duke's leadership has far surpassed that of the Horde.

Grom simply couldn't imagine what it would be like if the Alliance turned its guns and started a war with the Horde without the oppression of the Scourge and the Burning Legion.

However, when he was teleported by Nozdormu to the Burning Legion space battleship 10,000 years ago, and after seeing such magnificent and brilliant interstellar technology, he finally realized a fact with shame - the orcs were completely behind!

Not to mention compared to the high technology of the Burning Legion, even compared to the Alliance 15 years after the Dark Portal 10,000 years later, the tribe is simply primitive.

After fighting guerrilla warfare in Tirisfal Glades for thirteen years, Grom fully understood what it means to be beaten if you fall behind.

He had asked himself countless times why he did not die bravely, but lived in hell oppressed by humans and even the entire alliance.

Later, he came to a conclusion.

In hell.

It makes sense to survive.

Because only by surviving can the race be multiplied and can there be hope of controlling the future, survival and struggle are meaningful.

Amidst the constant deaths of his companions, Grom survived, not by miraculous survival, but by fighting his way out with axe after axe.

The sacrifice of his companions has already made Grom not know what tears are.

Even though he often dreamed back at midnight, he would wake up from violent and bloodthirsty nightmares brought about by the sequelae of the demon's blood, but he could not deny that his fighting behavior was wrong.

No matter how painful he is and what thoughts he has about this terrifying bloodline curse, only fighting can save his people and lead them to the future.

This bloody road is destined to be full of thorns. Perhaps at some point, he will be left alone wandering at the gate of hell.

Fortunately, he finally waited until Thrall, a young and great warchief who made the tribe rise again.

There were several times when he even wanted to throw away the heavy responsibility on his shoulders and pass away peacefully with his good expectations for the orcs.

Looking at the city of Orgrimmar rising from the ground, Grom had only one last wish left in his heart - to repay a human's kindness.

Although that guy was once a public enemy of the tribe, that guy was also one of the greatest people.

His greatness even transcended racial and national boundaries.

It was because of the desire to repay his debt that he resolutely agreed to come to this damned time of 10,000 years ago to fight for a historical correction mission that seemed to have nothing to do with the orcs.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found that he had a new heavy responsibility on his shoulders - he had a responsibility! He must tell Thrall the horror of the Burning Legion that he witnessed with his own eyes! Tell the whole tribe!

For this goal, he had to watch his benefactor bear another disaster for him right in front of him!

Grom's strong arms were fighting, his mouth was squirming, and his sharp fangs were still rattling, not because of fear, but because of-excitement!

right!

He owed Duke another life!

Even if he had seen with his own eyes how Duke forcibly transformed Archimonde's evil curse power into holy light, this could not eliminate the guilt in his heart. Grom knew very well what would happen once such high purity of evil energy entered his body.

However, Duke smiled and took away the despair that should have belonged to him, Grom.

Without saying anything, just a look of pride, Duke seemed to be saying - want to contaminate me? A hundred times more is not enough!

Duke lay down with a smile on his face, and then made countless plans in his spiritual sea, building up layer after layer of mental protection in the deepest part of his heart...

"Come on!" The actor Duke had a fanatical expression on his face that was willing to sacrifice his body for the Burning Legion.

That's the desire for power!

That is the worship of the strong!

The Eredar twins, who were still unsure of Duke's thoughts at first, finally showed a satisfied look.

Yes, this is the expression that those useless and useless surrenderers should have!

The huge and terrifying needle was inserted directly into Duke's heart, and the high-purity evil energy, which was enough to make a large number of doomsday guards envy and hate, was directly injected into Duke's heart drop by drop.

"Ahhhhhh-" Even though he was as gentle as Duke, he couldn't hold back the violent reaction in his body and let out waves of brutalist roars.

Nozdormu - I will castrate you when I return! ! !

Mr. Hou is a character that I like very much. He was obviously an orc, but I saw glimmers of humanity in him.

There is a famous saying by Lafayette: "I have seen the most despicable human beings, and I have also seen the noblest orcs."

So I can't bear to let Mr. Hou die casually. I hope that the book can continue the story of Mr. Hou and portray a flesh-and-blood Mr. Hou.