Volume 5: King of the Mountain Chapter 250: Prelude to Natural Disaster
Dark, chaotic, weird, and twisted, shadows and chaotic energy run through the edge of the entire universe. Colored clouds and bright bands blend together, and broken celestial bodies float in the grotesque void, forming a weird scene that mortals cannot understand.
This is the Twisting Nether, the birthplace of evil filled with chaotic energy and the source of arcane energy. Demons, void creatures, twisted aberrations, evil spirits, and countless evil creatures reside here.
In this endless void of chaos and disorder, a confused consciousness is floating quietly in this void...
"Gul'dan, before you leave, I need you to do me a favor. I want to borrow something from you."
The majestic voice was ethereal and unreal, as if it came from some distant place.
Gul'dan looked at the blurry face in front of him and felt a little uneasy, as if something terrible was about to happen.
He wanted to escape, but his body was completely unable to move. He said involuntarily: "What is it, Your Majesty, please speak up as soon as possible. As long as I have it, I will never refuse it."
"I want to borrow a token of my allegiance from you."
Gul'dan suddenly realized what was going to happen, anger, fear, hatred... but it was useless, he still kept talking to himself.
"A pledge of allegiance? What is that? I don't think I have it in my hand."
"Haha, of course you have it, but it's not in your hand, it's around your neck."
The next second, the figure in front of him waved his hand, and countless enemies appeared around him, all raising their weapons and surrounding him from all directions...
Countless arrows shot out and instantly covered Gul'dan's whole body.
Gul'dan felt a piercing pain and was extremely furious. He released the fel energy in anger, summoning a rain of fire of destruction, and then summoned demons one after another. Under the threat of death, his fel magic became more powerful and skillful than ever before, and the corpses around him piled up like mountains.
Devil incarnate! He finally used his ultimate move and transformed into a giant demon seven or eight meters tall.
However, the larger the body, the more attacks it will suffer.
The health value will soon reach the end.
No! Gul'dan could already feel death.
"No! My great journey must not end here. My ambition, my hegemony, my plan to conquer the world - No!"
He summoned the hellfire again, trying to disperse the besieging enemies, and then a black shadow broke out from the flames, and a knight covered in cold armor rushed towards him, with a pair of eyes emitting faint blue light under his helmet.
Gul'dan recognized this man - Shadow of War, a Death Knight. Gul'dan was also well versed in necromancy and knew that this undead creature was difficult to kill. He raised his hand and tried to release a wave of fel energy to kill the opponent instantly, but the Death Knight suddenly accelerated and swept the halberd in his hand. Gul'dan felt a darkness in front of his eyes and his perspective instantly flew into the air. He saw his headless body fall down and turned into a raging fel fire that sprayed everywhere.
However, he fell into endless darkness and coldness.
For a few seconds, he felt the call from the world of the dead, as if there was a vortex dragging him into the unknown world of darkness and death.
But soon, a huge force grabbed him and dragged him into the endless twisting void. The darkness and coldness around him were replaced by chaotic fel energy and the shadow power of the void.
Gul'dan's consciousness was very vague, and he did not realize what had happened. The last fragment of his life kept repeating in his consciousness. He did not know how long he floated before his soul finally regained some consciousness.
He observed the surroundings from the perspective of the soul. I am in the twisting void! Gul'dan reacted immediately.
The scene from his previous life reappeared in his mind, and Gul'dan immediately understood what had happened to him.
(I was harmed by that bastard Emperor Shenwu, but because I used the demon incarnation, my soul drifted into the twisting void!)
Gul'dan has done in-depth research on demons and fel energy. According to his understanding, demons were born in the Twisting Nether. When demons were killed in reality, they did not really die. Their souls would return to the Twisting Nether and gradually recover and be reborn in the chaotic energy of the Twisting Nether.
The only way to completely kill a demon is to go to the Twisting Nether and kill its soul.
But Gul'dan never thought that he would end up in this place. He didn't know whether he should be glad or angry.
But as he continued to drift in the twisting void, he gradually realized that he did not belong to this place.
His body is different from that of the demons. It is not made of fel energy, but is still the flesh and blood of a mortal. Therefore, there is no way for him to be reborn through the chaotic energy of the twisting void. He can only drift like this, endlessly.
Gul'dan felt a moment of despair, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Perhaps someone would save him and pull him out of this embarrassing situation. There must be a few orc warlocks who survived the Shadow Council. Perhaps they would summon him one day...
But as time went by, this hope gradually disappeared, and he drifted aimlessly in the void, perhaps forever -
Until one day, he heard a voice.
"Gul'dan! Heed my call and come to me."
Who! Gul'dan was pleasantly surprised.
"Gul'dan! Heed my call and come to me."
He couldn't tell who the voice belonged to, but he didn't care anymore.
"I accept the call, take me away from this damn place!"
Everything around him suddenly began to change mysteriously. The strange scene in the twisting void turned into a stream of fluid light. He felt a force dragging him out of the twisting void. Finally, his eyes suddenly lit up -
However, when Gul'dan saw the surrounding scene clearly, he immediately realized that something was wrong. At this time, he was trapped in a magic circle in the form of a soul, and in front of him was a huge demon with red skin, hideous tentacles, and a height of hundreds of meters.
"Kil'jaeden!" Gul'dan looked at the demon in front of him and shouted desperately. Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, the second-in-command of the Burning Legion and Sargeras's lieutenant.
Looking around again, there were groups of demons standing all around, the sky was a dark purple, and the earth was burning with evil fires of fel energy. Although I didn't know where this place was, it was clearly a world ruled by the Burning Legion.
It’s over, it’s over. We have fallen into the hands of the Burning Legion. It’s really over now.
Gul'dan felt a wave of despair.
It was Kil'jaeden who seduced Gul'dan and bestowed fel energy on him. He also bewitched the orcs through Gul'dan and turned them into a war machine to conquer and invade Azeroth.
However, Gul'dan gradually became dissatisfied with his fate as a lackey, and finally chose to leave the tribe and look for the Tomb of Sargeras, hoping to get rid of the control of the Burning Legion and realize his ambitions...
This matter was naturally not within the scope of the agreement with Kil'jaeden, especially the action of searching for the Tomb of Sargeras, which was a taboo and treasonous behavior for the Burning Legion. Gul'dan only hoped that the other party did not know his plan.
However, the anger and sneer in Kil'jaeden's eyes gradually made him despair.
"Haha, Gul'dan, you finally accepted my call. After screwing up the mission I gave you, and after showing your ambition that was totally inconsistent with your own strength, you finally knelt before me again.
Tell me Gul'dan, how can I torture you? Punish you so that you will feel the pain and regret deeply?
"I have felt the pain and regret, oh, great Kil'jaeden, I have been repenting for my own stupidity all the time. Please give me another chance, I will definitely..."
"Oh, regret? Perhaps, but the pain... you have not yet experienced it, Tichondrius. Teach him a good lesson and let him know what the consequences of betraying the Legion are."
A demon with huge wings walked out from the surrounding demons.
Tichondrius is a Dreadlord, one of the original races of demons born from the chaotic energies of the Void.
They are also the most intelligent and cunning demons, often acting as intelligence officers, interrogators, and infiltrators.
They are ruthless villains who feed on the energies of mortals. They use intimidation and subterfuge to turn brothers against each other, overthrow regimes, and start wars in their quest to bring the world to its knees in darkness.
At the same time, they are very good at soul magic and are also the subordinates that Kil'jaeden relies on the most.
At this time, four dreadlords surrounded him and Gul'dan's soul was taken away. In the following period of time , the dreadlords used all kinds of horrible magic to destroy his soul. These magics created unimaginable pain, but every time Gul'dan's soul was about to collapse, they restored him.
Day after day, the endless torture brought Gul'dan to the brink of consciousness collapse. He begged for mercy, cursed, and cried, but it was all in vain.
Every minute seemed as long as a month or a year. Finally, after an unknown amount of torture, he was once again brought before Kil'jaeden.
Gul'dan lowered his head humbly, his spirit seemed to be about to dissipate at any moment, but he knew that he could not truly die as long as the other party did not allow it.
Originally he was afraid of death, but now, he just wanted to throw himself into the arms of death and escape from this endless torture.
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver (Overlord of the Burning Legion): "Gul'dan, your betrayal in the past angered me greatly, but I am merciful. I am willing to give you another chance, a plan to make amends. You will once again serve the Legion, but if you dare to disobey my orders again, I will give you true eternal pain and torture.
So make your choice, Gul'dan, and choose your fate."
"Great Kil'jaeden, please give me the order and I will complete it." Gul'dan said 'sincerely'.
"Hmph, maybe." Kil'jaeden waved his hand.
Several dreadlords took out a set of armor.
The cold armor exuded the chill of death, especially the helmet. Gul'dan immediately realized that this thing was a creation of some kind of death magic. This surprised him a little. The Burning Legion, which mainly uses fel magic, why would they use this thing?
But now he had no choice.
His soul was dragged out of the cage, and several dreadlords put the armor on him.
Every time he put on one, he felt the biting cold corroding his soul, as if the power of death was merging with his soul.
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver (Overlord of the Burning Legion): "It is said that only when a mortal is deprived of his freedom can he truly understand himself. I wonder, how well do you know yourself, Gul'dan?
Today, you will be saved from death and be reborn, but you will soon understand that any redemption comes at a price. The prison of the Burning Legion will go with you, and this set of armor will be your new cage.
The war is about to begin. The Sky World will be completely destroyed. Those enemies who dare to block the will of the Legion will be drowned in the tide of death.
Go, go to the cold continent of Northrend in the Skyworld, lie dormant, and build an army of the dead for me!"
The cold helmet was slowly put on Gul'dan's head, and he instantly felt the cold chill of death covering his whole body, imprisoning his soul in it.
Layers of frost adhered to the outside of his soul, forming a huge ice coffin that froze his soul and the armor on his body.
Dozens of Eredar warlocks cast magic at the same time, and countless fel forces gathered together, tearing a crack in the void before their eyes. Through the crack, the blue planet of Azeroth could be vaguely seen.
Kil'jaeden grabbed Gul'dan who was wrapped in ice and stared into the ice-blue eyes in the helmet. "Gul'dan, seize your last chance and complete the mission of destroying everything for the Legion. From today on, you will gain a new identity and be called the Lich King!"
Lich King? Gul'dan silently chanted this name in his heart. He had no choice but to accept it. Facing the might of the demon lord, he did not dare to have the slightest thought of disobeying.
As Kil'jaeden threw with all his might, the ice block passed through the gap and fell towards the blue planet.
"You also go with him and monitor him. Remember, the will of the Burning Legion must be executed."
Several dreadlords flew into the rift.
Kil'jaeden looked at the slowly disappearing rift with a satisfied smile. The orc plan launched by Archimonde had obviously failed. Without Gul'dan's instigation and control, the orcs had gradually given up their dependence on fel energy and began to use elemental magic again. But it didn't matter. War would bring hatred, and hatred would give birth to revenge. The will of mortals would be devoured by hatred and anger.
Eventually they became servants and slaves of the Legion.
The action to conquer the Sky World has just begun. Soon, a natural disaster will befall this world. By that time , no one can resist the will of the Legion.
