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Chapter 292 My First Half of Life

Dracusul walked slowly down a dim cave, stepping on some withered bones from time to time.

“I’m back here again, and I have you two to thank for that.

Dracothul, Jintesha. I never thought that after twenty years of my death, there would still be people who remembered me. "

Drak'thul, now we should call him Gul'dan.

It's back again. With the help of Jin Taisha, it's back again. It was here that it was torn to pieces by a group of cruel demons.

The cave passage suddenly became wider. Gul'dan knew that he had returned to the palace. There were two completely opposite forces here. One was chaotic and crazy, and the other was fiery and domineering.

The chaotic and crazy thing is the fel energy, it is in the upper layer of this ruin, it came from a corpse. The fiery tyranny comes from something else. It doesn't know where it came from, it is buried deep underground.

It limped into the new space. The style here was a bit like New Azshari, rising from the bottom of the sea, and all the buildings were hung with dried seaweed and shellfish killed by the scorching sun.

Before it sank into the sea, this building must have been an amazing architectural wonder. It was stacked like building blocks. The closer it got to the center of the city, the higher it got. The materials used to stack it were towers of various shapes.

Gul'dan has a wealth of magical knowledge, and his demonology is also outstanding. But he is a rough man after all, he has no artistic cells, nor any culture. His ugly head is full of desire for power. The vocabulary he controls is very scarce.

Taelan Fordring was a man of few words, which often displeased Jaina.

"You are able to marry a wife, it is simply a blessing from the Holy Light!"

"Chase!"

Fortunately, he is a patient man who knows that companionship is the most lasting confession of love. Sometimes he would tell his wife some funny stories to make her laugh. On a certain day in February every year, he would buy roses for Gianna and wish her a happy birthday. His emotions are very stable and he would never lose his temper with his wife. He would never beat her.

Gul'dan, on the other hand, had no chance of ever finding a wife. His mind was filled with a thirst for power and the bitterness of his childhood misfortunes. He exuded a faint loneliness and endless hatred all the time.

It often keeps silent, and its mood changes frequently, only becoming stable when it is plundering power. As for whether it will beat its wife? It has no wife, and it will not look for one, otherwise An Jiahe would have to admit defeat.

Its bad character comes from its childhood experiences and its lame leg.

It was born in a weak tribe in Draenor. In that simple and hard world where life was just about finding and fighting for food, everyone had to be useful in order to survive.

Gul'dan was born with a disability. He had a lame leg. Whether it was hunting or gathering, he needed the help of his tribe.

It was starving to the point of being emaciated, and every day of its childhood was a day of fighting hunger.

Childhood is a critical period for the formation of a person's three views. A happy childhood can heal a lifetime. An unhappy childhood requires a lifetime to heal.

Gul'dan's entire life was a testament to this.

Step by step, it walked into the once magnificent city left by the night elves.

"Thank you, Draxul. It must have taken a lot of effort to raise it from the bottom of the ocean."

"Has this nasty aura become so strong? But it doesn't matter. I only need the ones on the ground."

"But this will make those demons even crazier. I have to be careful.

As long as I open the portal and summon Lord Kil'jaeden to Azeroth, my mission will be accomplished. That avatar of great power will be mine. Possessing it is equivalent to possessing godhood. Everything I hope for will be realized.

Orgrim Doomhammer, I won in the end. It's a pity that you are already dead, but it doesn't matter, when I get the power, I will find you. I will grant you eternal life! "

"Serve me forever. That is your destiny."

After walking for an unknown amount of time, it turned a corner and saw a blood-red mark on the wall.

"This is what I left behind. Manus, you will die here. I wrote this mark with your blood."

Gul'dan rested his staff on the patterned stone ground with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to gently touch the mark.

"I found this place again. Thank fate for giving me another chance. Wait!"

The difference is that when he came here, he had the help of an entire clan, but now he is alone.

But he was not afraid. He had been alone since he was young. No one of his age would play with him, let alone care about him. The most common thing he heard was "Cripple, stay away."

One year, a disaster struck the clan, and the clan, which was already short of food and clothing, had a harder life. Their leader hated Gul'dan more and more because he could not hunt independently.

"Gul'dan, you filthy wretch, you have no place in this clan anymore.

Get out of here! No one will pity you anymore, and no one will protect you!"

Gul'dan stared at their chief angrily. The angry chief punched Gul'dan in the face. He was knocked to the ground, a tooth fell out of his mouth, and he turned over on the ground.

The chief wanted to hit it again, but the old shaman of the tribe stopped him:
"Gul'dan, leave here and go to the Throne of Elements!

I'm sure you have extraordinary magical talent, and you may be able to gain new powers there. Anyway, you have to try!
You can only know the result after you have done something." After saying this, it stuffed a piece of black food into Gul'dan's hand.

Two healthy young orcs came over, picked up Gul'dan, and threw him into the wilderness. The gate of the tribe slowly closed.

Loneliness, anger, anxiety, fear, all kinds of feelings surrounded it. It felt like the world was closing its doors to it. It really became a lonely person.

Now it has nowhere to go, it is a cripple. It has no strength. It has never been far away. But people are forced to do things. It tries hard to support its body with a wooden stick, it can't stop, if it stops it will die!
People can be deceived, exploited, and bullied, but they will never be content to starve to death! People can endure pain, but no one can endure hunger. At that time, they can do anything, and they should do everything.

Gul'dan was determined. It would come back. Anyone who let it starve should beware.

A difficult journey began. It had nothing but a disabled body and a stick. It didn't matter, it had a heart that longed for strength.

The history of Draenor is a history of degeneration. The creations of the Titan Aggramar continued to degenerate in the battle with the spores, and Gronn and Ogres appeared. Some Ogres degenerated into orcs.

After the Titan creation Gorond fell, a large amount of elemental energy overflowed from its body, eventually forming the Elemental Fury. They are Isenlatus, the Fury of Fire; Ebrius, the Fury of Water; Karadius, the Fury of Air and Godau, the Fury of Earth. These powerful elemental creatures have been living in the place where Gorond fell. From then on, it was called the 'Throne of Elements'.

Time is like water, years pass by.

Draenor entered the era of the Ogre Empire from the battle between spore creatures and Titan creations. These cruel and tyrannical ogres conducted countless dangerous experiments in the Elemental Throne. In the end, this place was destroyed by a huge explosion.

As slaves of the ogres, the orcs have always regarded the Elemental Throne as their holy land. The cruel rule and crazy experiments of the ogres eventually led to the war between the orcs and the ogres.

The Warsong and Shadowmoon clans led the war. Eventually, the Ogre Empire became a thing of the past. The orcs began to rule the world.

The Throne of Elements has become a ruin, with only the remaining stone pillars and the hidden wrath of the elements left.

Gul'dan's target is here, once the holy land of his ancestors.

Its journey was coming to an end, and Gul'dan was reaching his limit. It had not eaten for days and had only a little water.

It wandered in the vast wilderness, occasionally passing through unknown huge skeletons. The wind of Gor'dan carried rough sand and rubbed Gul'dan's skin, which was also dry and rough due to lack of water.

It was thirsty and hungry, and it felt that its life was coming to an end.

Finally, it stumbled, and the huge evil bird could no longer hold back. It rushed towards Gul'dan with three companions. Its sharp claws tore through his thin and worn clothes. It stopped on a layer of animal skin. Its sharp beak pecked Gul'dan's left shoulder. The intense pain, the hot sun, and the flowing blood aroused the wildness of this orc.

It roared in despair, waving the only thing in its hand, the cane. With a snap, the first guy who rushed over was hit directly on the head.

The Fengpeng let out a wail, and bird blood spurted into Gul'dan's mouth.

The desire for life in his genes made Gul'dan burst out with an unprecedented desire. He grabbed the broken head of the big bird and bit it. He desperately drank blood and bit it. The remaining two birds began to attack his back. One of the cunning birds used its sharp beak to peck at the wound on Gul'dan's left shoulder. The other one followed suit.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be amazed at the primitive wildness of life. Gul'dan was eating bird meat and drinking bird blood. Two birds behind him were desperately biting the flesh of his shoulders.

Blood is a strange thing. It can save a traveler who has lost water in the desert, but it is hard to quench thirst. The more you drink, the thirstier you become. That's because blood contains a lot of salt. After a crazy bite, Gul'dan felt the pain in his back. He hit back with a stick and killed a Fengpeng that refused to leave. The other one flew up into the sky with a wail.

The early bird catches the worm, but the greedy bird gets eaten. Knowing when to stop is a principle that all intelligent beings cannot learn. Everyone wants more, more.

Little do we know that the way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency. Only human beings think of reducing the deficiency and making up for the surplus. However, human power is ultimately no match for the destiny of heaven. Only by following nature can we be successful. Excessive greed will not end well.

Gul'dan didn't have time to stop and think about the reason. This is the difference between the poor and the rich. They have time to stop and think, ask themselves what they really want, and then try. But the poor can only give up thinking, give up trying, and even give up dignity for a bite of food.

The two birds were eaten up quickly. Gul'dan fell into hunger and thirst again. He even began to have hallucinations. Traveling alone was not a pleasant thing. Endless suffering had been gnawing at his life. He missed the tribe that treated him harshly. There, at least he could sleep well. Now he didn't dare to sleep dead, because he had enjoyed the night raids.

After climbing over a hill, it finally saw a piece of ruins. These were the masterpieces of the ogres, who were synonymous with stupidity and greed. Now they have reaped the consequences of their actions, and their kingdom has been shattered and dominated by orcs.

Gul'dan knew that his efforts had paid off. He had finally reached the Throne of Elements.

The old shaman had chosen several paths for it, but it couldn't go on. Finally, he let it come to the Throne of Elements, where it would be tested by the spirits of the elements. If it passed, it would become a spellcaster, and its fate would change. Everything would be different.

But it couldn't hold on any longer. During this period, it didn't have a good night's sleep. The days when it had enough to eat were few and far between. People often collapsed at the moment before they dug out water from the well.

It fell to the ground, and in front of it was the Throne of Elements. This place was filled with elemental power. It was the derivative of the power of order and life. With their recognition, Gul'dan could become a shaman, get rid of the trouble caused by his lame leg, and become stronger. He would never be bullied by birds again.

It was unwilling to give up, success was just around the corner. Its frail body suddenly burst out with a new strength. It was a kind of desire. It was a kind of devouring greed. Its childhood had brought it too much misfortune, too many negative influences, it couldn't stop here.

It used all four limbs and began to crawl, and finally, it arrived at the throne of elements.

It knelt down devoutly and prayed like the old shaman.

The Furies of the Elements sense its mystical gifts. They swirl around it. Feel its soul.

It's coming, it's coming, I'm not a waste anymore. I'm going to be...

"No! Don't go! Where are you going? Roar!"

The peculiarities in Gul'dan's soul caused all the elements to leave him. He called out desperately, but received no response. He wailed in despair and uttered a curse. But the only response was the gentle wind of the Throne of Elements.

"I am willing to believe in any power that can end my suffering, even if it means sacrificing my soul!"

A mysterious voice sounded in Gul'dan's ears: "Embrace new power, Gul'dan!

Surrender to the infinite power of the Legion!"

In the blink of an eye, several years passed. A sturdy figure in a robe walked through the huge skeleton. One of its feet was a little lame.

A flock of eagles and vultures flew around it, dropping feathers from time to time. The man reached out a muscular green hand and grasped a snow-white feather. He lifted one side of his hood with one hand and glanced at the eagle.

Deja vu!

Boom! A circle of green flames erupted, and tiny pieces of bone fragments fell. The person left without looking back. He finally returned to the place where he was born but did not take good care of him.

Since then, no living person has known the village where the demigod warlock Gul'dan was born. Alone, he started a new life with his cunning and strength.

I was in a trance, and the scene before my eyes shattered. Water drops from the roof hit the ground, making a popping sound.

The glaring symbol indicates the direction.

The Legion is coming back! Surrender to the might of the fel!

Taelan Fordring, you will watch your world burn.

A battle between a demigod sorcerer with full power and a demigod knight is about to begin!

My first half of life has come to an end here. I am about to have a brand new beginning!
(End of this chapter)