Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 367: The Great Gift
Although Orgrim could not see the specialties of these soldiers, he could still feel the horror of these orc infantry.
He looked at the orc in front of him warily.
It even looked scarier than the orcs that had gone into a bloodthirsty frenzy after drinking the demon's blood.
Orgrim (Warchief): "This power...seems very evil. Can't you summon some more normal power, like the Firelord?"
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Don't mind your appearance, Great Chieftain. Strength is the only true meaning. As for the Firelord... perhaps I should let you know that the existence represented by this power is the ancient god that even the Firelord must serve.
At present, I cannot fully control this power, but as long as the Great Chief supports me, we will go to dig up the ancient ruins of the sealer of the Old God together, and I will release this existence that will make the world tremble.
This power will completely sublimate the orcs, and by that time, the abyss orcs will crush humans like ants."
Listening to the beautiful future described by Ner'zhul, Orgrim couldn't help but feel a little moved. However, when he saw the strange eyeballs and terrifying tentacles on the orcs, he couldn't help but feel an incredible disgust in his heart.
"I need to think about it before making a decision - Master Ner'zhul, is this power safe?"
"Hahahaha, Great Chief, you should know that there is no absolutely safe power. The stronger the power, the harder it is to control. But I can control it, so you can rest assured. As long as you have a strong enough will, you will not be controlled by power. Among us orcs, there are many warriors with such strong wills. For example, you, Great Chief, definitely have such ability.
Just think, if you had this kind of power, no one would be able to stop the Horde."
Orgrim nodded, but he was not so sure about this now.
Imagining himself becoming a monster like the one before him, Orgrim felt a little nauseous.
"Master Ner'zhul, please step back first. I need to think carefully before making a decision."
Soon Ner'zhul left.
Orgrim glanced at Saurfang beside him, but the other shook his head: "I don't know what kind of power that is, but it scares me. If you choose to use such power, you will abandon all the glory and traditions of the orcs."
Orgrim snorted coldly, "The glory and tradition of the orcs. Humph, does the Horde still have such things now?"
Having said that, he could relate to the fear of that power.
The orc guards walked in again.
"Great Chief, Master Grogol the Evil Eye is here."
"Let him in."
Grog Evileye looked even more evil. He was wearing a warlock's shadow cloak, with huge bone spurs growing on his back and several skulls decorated on them. Green evil energy emanated from his eyes, and he looked more and more like Gul'dan.
Even his tone became 80% similar to Gul'dan's.
Grog Evil Eye (Chieftain of the Evil Fire): "Great Chief, I have brought you good news. I think you have already felt it, right? The tribe is now in crisis. Ner'zhul and the elements he serves are simply unable to save the tribe. The Firelord is just a waste, with the title of king in vain.
Elemental creatures cannot resist human magic and holy light.
Without the power of demon blood, the warriors of the tribe are gradually weakening.
But it doesn't matter, this is why I came here. I think it's time to pick up the lost traditions of our orcs and continue to serve the great Burning Legion.
As long as there is enough demon blood, the orcs will become irresistible chariots and ferocious beasts. Moreover, my recent research has discovered that an orc warrior who drinks the demon blood for the second time will gain far more power than the first time. Look, this is the powerful warrior I brought to you - the evil orc berserker!
Grog Evil Eye said this and showed the orcs he brought with him.
The orc in front of him couldn't help but attract Orgrim's attention.
Red skin, eyes filled with blood-red light.
Blood vessels bulged out of his strong body, and huge fangs grew out of his mouth. Yes, he looked stronger and wilder than ordinary orcs, and compared to the abyss orcs, the evil orc in front of him at least looked like a "human".
[Evil Orc Berserker (Level 46 Infantry), HP: 950.
Soldier characteristics: Super violent, demonic body, bloodthirsty, chaotic attack, brutal combat...
Introduction to the army: The orc warrior who drank the devil's blood for the second time, his bloodthirsty and violent instincts were fully awakened, his rationality was replaced by animality, and he could fight the enemy without fear or mercy.
However, the body corroded by the devil's blood gradually turns into a demon, and once it encounters a higher-level demon, it is likely to become the object of the other party's enslavement. 】
Grog Evil Eye (Chief of the Evil Fire): "I know what the Great Chief is worried about. The tribe should not be a slave to anyone, but there is nothing wrong with relying on the strong. Isn't this the tradition of the orcs?
The Burning Legion is willing to help us conquer this world in exchange for a little bit of resources and intelligence.
In the past, the tribe was able to conquer the entire Draenor because of the fel magic and demon blood bestowed by the demons. Now such a gift has come again. "
Orgrim shook his head. "Conquering Draenor - or rather destroying Draenor."
Grog Evil Eye (Chieftain of the Felfire): "Draenor has indeed suffered some damage, but if we fail, what is the point of a beautiful world? Only the victors are qualified to talk about environmental protection. Moreover, with the experience of Draenor, we can control the use this time, try to avoid losses, and leave enough areas for the orcs to live."
As he spoke, Grogo Evil Eye took out the prepared cup.
Inside was a cup of scarlet liquid.
"Drink, Chieftain. Lead the orcs to drink the devil's blood again and conquer this world. This is the destiny of the orcs."
Orgrim looked at the demon blood in front of him and showed an expression of disgust and hatred.
He still remembered the scene when the orcs drank the demon's blood. It was Gul'dan who brought this "gift" to the orcs. Hellscream took the lead in drinking the demon's blood for power, and a large number of orcs followed suit. Then they immediately went berserk and began to kill all races other than orcs.
But there is still a group of orcs who have not accepted the demon blood.
Orgrim Doomhammer, Durotan, Blackhand, the Saurfang brothers... they all have different reasons, but to put it bluntly, they all believe that pure and hard-working orcs are the best, and they should not rely on the power of demons or anything else.
Now that Durotan , Blackhand, and old Saurfang are all dead in battle, should I continue to uphold this ideal?
"That's enough. I'll think about it."
Grogo Evil Eye did not continue to press him, but lowered his head and turned away.
"You don't really want to drink the demon's blood, do you?" Saurfang said worriedly.
"Demon blood, ancient gods... do we have any other choice? I used to think that the tribe was invincible. With the power of the orcs and the strategy in my heart, conquering this world would be a piece of cake. But it seems that we were all wrong. Maybe we shouldn't have come to this world in the first place.
Maybe we opened the wrong door.”
"Orgrim!"
"Haha, don't worry Saurfang, I'm not weak enough to give up my honor."
Orgrim laughed and suddenly became confident again.
"Whether it's the blood of demons or the power of the ancient gods, orcs can survive without relying on their power. If we fail, then let us fail. At least we still have our glory."
Snap—Snap—Snap!
Suddenly, there was a sound of applause in the darkness.
Orgrim and Saurfang Mendel looked into the darkness, only to see an orc come out.
With every step they took, the light around them dimmed. The shadow of a pair of huge dragon wings was reflected on the wall of the tent by the firelight. The invisible pressure made the two men hold their weapons tightly in tacit understanding.
The orc's face suddenly turned into a human's. He was majestic without even getting angry, and exuded the aura of a king and a superior creature.
Morpheus (King of Black Dragons): "First, let me introduce myself - King of Black Dragons Morpheus. It is an honor to meet the chieftain of your tribe."
Orgrim was stunned when he saw the human face.
Orgrim (Chief): "Black Dragon King? I once saw a black dragon king - Black Dragon King Neltharion. You look very similar to him."
Morpheus was also stunned. Deathwing met Orgrim, why don’t I remember this plot?
"Neltharion is dead, I am the new black dragon king."
Orgrim sneered, "Then, Lord Black Dragon King, let me guess, have you also brought some wonderful good news? A power and a gift? A hope of victory?
What do you intend for us to seek refuge in, gods, demons, or something scarier than those?"
Morpheus shook his head, "No, there is no such thing as power or gift. Any power you gain comes at a price. The only right way is to rely on yourself.
I don’t bring strength, I bring a reason.”
"reason?"
"Yes, a reason to fight. If you don't even know why you are fighting, how can you talk about victory?
Have you ever had the feeling that the world is shrouded in a fog, and that an invisible hand is manipulating your life, your destiny, and even your soul?
Everything is actually already predetermined. You are just an actor and puppet in this grand drama, dancing to the script. Your personal choices, independent destiny, glory and tradition...are actually meaningless. "
Orgrim frowned when he heard this.
"What do you know?"
"Haha, I know the answers to all the truths. Don't worry, you will know them soon too."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a ball of black magic power condensed in his palm.
Saurfang raised his axe to intercept the charge, but a wave of dark energy struck him and sent him flying backwards.
Onyxia then appeared behind Saurfang, using magic to outline a dozen dark ropes to bind Saurfang layer by layer.
Orgrim leaped up, wielding Doomhammer. Although he became the great chief, he never lost his fighting skills.
But the ground beneath his feet suddenly became extremely heavy, and the tremendous gravity dragged him down from the air and firmly stuck to the ground.
The power of the Earth Guardian - it really works.
Morpheus walked slowly forward, and the dark magic in his hand made Orgrim alert.
"What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, Orgrim. I have no hostility towards you. I just want to reveal the truth to you. I want you to see the true face of this world. I want you to understand who your real enemy is..."
Snap! Morpheus pressed Orgrim's forehead.
