Chapter 694 [Skull of Gul'dan]

Nefarian loudly said that the dragon is the most powerful creature in Azeroth. You must know that these tribes are all rustics. Before he saw the sick elemental lords, Titan creations, and the even sicker ancient gods, he These words can really frighten the tribesmen.

The expressions on the faces of the orcs clearly read "You are so reasonable, I admire you", which greatly satisfied Nefarian's vanity.

He pointed to a particularly large black dragon next to him, with two huge horns on its forehead.

"Sabrian!" When he called out the name of this black dragon, the other black dragons lowered their heads: "He is my lieutenant and is responsible for all matters. He and several other companions will carry your orcs there. The island you mentioned. As for the trip to Dalaran, I will take you there myself."

No orc or death knight dared to disobey Nefarian's words.

Using [Demon Soul] to control a guardian dragon, or even an entire dragon army, was already a thing of the past two years ago.

If grass could grow on the grave of Zuluhid who dared to do this at that time, the weeds would have been at least a foot high. In fact, the body of the former Chief Dragonmaw was pushed to the Searing Gorge by the Alliance logistics force along with the remains of 200,000 orcs. In the middle, there was a lava crack where the giant fire element Baron Geddon once emerged.

The orcs just quietly felt and feared the power contained in every simple word in the words of this dragon king in human form. Watching with curiosity and concern, Nefarian passed over their new warchief and issued orders directly to each chieftain.

Compared to his father, the former Black Dragon Prince, the current Black Dragon King Nefarian seems to know how to govern his subordinates better.

Blind pressure cannot win loyalty, and even the so-called obedience will be greatly reduced. The corners of Nefarian's masculine lips were slightly raised, and he spoke again:

"Of course, I have no intention of becoming your master, except for your strong request. Now, we can only be called allies with the same interests...so-called allies."

His words immediately made the tribal chiefs feel much better.

Nefarian's smile became more mysterious: "You will not be the only opponent of the Alliance. The Black Dragon Legion will take you to Tirisfal Glades to find Grom Hellscream's Warsong clan. At the same time, I will also let Brother Blackhand's The Black Tusk Clan sent troops from the Burning Steppes to attack the Redridge Mountains and attack the Alliance's retreat."

"Brothers Blackhand? Red and Maim!?" Ner'zhul was shocked by this unexpected news.

"Yes! After they completed the mission of the former Warchief Orgrim from the Tomb of Sargeras in the Endless Sea, they came to Blackstone Mountain and foolishly occupied the Blackstone Fortress. If I hadn't shown them the way, they would have already They are a group of dead people. Now, they are my servants." Nefarian raised his chin slightly defiantly.

This is absolutely great news for the main tribe trapped in the cursed land.

After all, there is nothing in the Cursed Land except the lifeless red earth, and even supplies have to be transported from Draenor. Ner'zhul really couldn't imagine what would happen if hundreds of thousands of orcs were really crowded here.

Maybe the Alliance doesn't even need to eliminate them, they themselves will starve to death here, or kill each other and lead to destruction.

However, Nefarian's gift package doesn't stop there.

He suddenly took out something from the space storage bag like a magic trick.

When the tribal chiefs saw this thing clearly under the misty moonlight, they all let out a burst of uncontrollable exclamations.

What did they see! ?

The head of the great traitor of the Horde, the former Warlock King Gul'dan who is considered to have directly led to the failure of the war against the Alliance!

There was still a terrifying expression on his ferocious face.

His life, his sins, and his self-inflicted suffering all stopped at the moment before his death.

Looking at his expression, one can fully imagine the huge gap in disappointment and panic when he confidently wanted to steal the power of the fallen titan Sargeras, but was met with the most violent counterattack by the wave of demons.

I don’t know how Nefarian did it, but Gul’dan’s head showed no signs of decay and was completely displayed in front of the tribe.

"Can I...can I see this traitor's head?"

"Of course." Nefarian tossed it casually, and Gul'dan's head was thrown to the ground like a bag of garbage.

Several orc captains lit torches, making the light even brighter.

The chiefs of the first-class clans gathered in a group and watched with angry expressions.

"It's him! It's definitely him! That unscrupulous disciple of mine - hahaha! Gul'dan! You've got your retribution too! Is this your final fate? Hahahaha!" As Gul'dan's former master, Ner'zhul said to He has an absolute say in the identification of the head.

For a moment, the chiefs burst into loud cheers.

If they hadn't been beaten like dogs by the Alliance half an hour ago, they would have really wanted to hold a grand bonfire party to celebrate Gul'dan's death!

"The final fate!? No! Obviously, the great traitor of this tribe can atone for his sins to the tribe in his own unique way!" Nefarian's bewitching voice made Ner'zhul unable to refuse what he was going to do next. A premonition of the proposal.

Nefarian stood a little away from the void, and Gul'dan's ferocious head began to wither quickly under the gaze of all the chiefs.

The few hairs dried up first, turning into ashes and dissipating in the air.

Then the skin and scalp attached to the skull, as well as the shriveled and shriveled brain, began to fall to the ground piece by piece.

What finally appeared in front of everyone was a white-brown ferocious orc skull.

However, the rich evil and dark aura wrapped around the skull told everyone how powerful the owner of this skull was during his lifetime.

"This is..." Ner'zhul's palms were trembling.

"Since this is an artifact made of Gul'dan's head, you can call him [Gul'dan's Skull]!" The smile on the face of Nefarian, the Black Dragon King, became even brighter.

"Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!" No longer able to bear it, Ner'zhul held up the [Skull of Gul'dan] and laughed wildly: "My disciple! Is this your fate? Even death Keep fighting for the tribe! Hahaha!"

Not only Ner'zhul, but also the other chieftains laughed wantonly as if their great revenge had been avenged.

After the orcs finished celebrating, Nefarian raised his hand: "Go! Ner'zhul, the third thing you want is in Karazhan. Use your newly obtained artifact to destroy the weak human boy Du K*Marcus!”

"Of course! I will go!" Ner'zhul's old body seemed to become younger with the support of this new powerful force.