Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1308 58. This is my Ner'zhul's salvation plan

   In the mountains where the re-assembled Shadowmoon clan is currently located, the majestic army that arrived today greatly boosted the morale of the remnants of the orcs who fought against the demons here.

  Large tents and bonfires were lit, dispelling the gloomy and dangerous night in Shadowmoon Valley.

   Around those bonfires, the orcs reconvened by Ner'zhul from all over the world sat with their clansmen returning from another world, telling stories of the past and wars of the present.

   There were also some old orcs standing on this land full of destruction and fel energy and singing ancient songs, attracting many orc veterans to return to the vanilla age before the rampant age.

   They also hummed.

  The atmosphere in the mountain camp is very good, if you ignore the human warriors patrolling with hostility, the atmosphere is perfect.

   At the same time as the friendly exchanges between the tribe and the helpers, Ner'zhul, the master of the place, also entertained the guests from afar on a cliff.

  From this cliff, you can see the entire Shadowmoon Valley, and you can even see the silhouette of the temple of Karabor burning in the dark in the distance.

High Knight Turalyon, High Lord Ravencrest, Archdruid Hissari Crow and Hamuul Runetotem, Archmage Ansrem Ruinwiver and Archmage Vargoth , Sun-Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider, Little Prince Arthas Menethil, Horde Warlord Brox Saurfang with young Thrall, and Khadgar with his wild girlfriend Gar rona.

Representatives of various forces gathered around the big bonfire that Ner'zhul had lit himself, listening to the old shaman telling about his plan of salvation. In the shadow of the flames, Black sat on a stone, Maiev with a hood. Sitting next to him as "Consultant".

   Even Maraad, the draenei's vigilante commander, who had a blood feud with all orcs, also suppressed the hatred in his heart and sat in the crowd.

   He came not only on his own behalf, but also on behalf of the Prophet Velen of the Draenei.

   He couldn't express his hatred at this time.

   Everyone was waiting for the old orc in front of him to tell the plan that he had prepared for a long time, but Ner'zhul didn't say this thing right away, but said another thing in a tired and hoarse voice.

   "I can feel that the will of the deceiver has returned to this world, just like the eve of the disaster more than ten years ago, and I can sense that it is preparing something in this world."

   By the burning bonfire, Ner'zhul, with a strange white face painted on his face, said to the crowd:

   "Everyone present should know that it was Gul'dan who bewitched the orcs who had been honest and drank the blood of demons, pushing the orc civilization into a violent abyss of war.

   That wicked guy is my student, and I deeply regret that.

   As the patriarch of the Shadowmoon Clan and the most wise prophetic sage in the orc civilization back then, I failed to discover the evil face of Gul'dan's studious disguise.

  It was I who helped him be accepted by the Shadowmoon clan, and it was I who gave Gul'dan more and more power, and finally I helped Gul'dan unintentionally establish the Shadow Council that had poisoned the orcs for more than ten years.

  It was I who helped Gul'dan build his tribe under the bewitchment of Gul'dan, and that guy used my reputation to easily unite the orc clans and twist them into a ruined army.

   These are all my faults,

  Therefore, I am part of all the sins Gul'dan committed, and I will not deny it. The draenei have every reason to hate me, and the orcs have every reason to spurn me.

  I will accept these things calmly, but today I want to tell you one thing. This is the first time I have told others about it. It has been buried in my heart for more than ten years. "

   The old orc sighed. Amid the different gazes of others, he stared at the bonfire in front of him and said in a low voice:

   "The reason why I was easily bewitched by Gul'dan was not only because the warlock was good at disguising, but also because the leader of the Burning Legion took Gul'dan's hand to root his will in my mind.

   The guy who was once called the "Benevolent" by the orcs, Kil'jaeden, the great demon deceiver of the Burning Legion, who disguised as the soul of my late wife Rul'kan to talk to me.

   During that short period of time, I became the puppet that Kil'jaeden placed among the orcs. I trusted it almost without reservation, and ultimately ruined the future of the orcs and this world.

   Because of my stupid mistake, the spirits of my ancestors abandoned me, and they no longer answer my call.

   And after Kil'jaeden and its servant Gul'dan achieved its purpose, it abandoned me and left me to fend for itself, and at that time I also withdrew from the orc stage and became a self-exiled loser. "

   Ner'zhul touched the white ghost face paint on his face. In the crowd, Arthas was also whispering to his compatriots the origin of the white ghost face.

  The little prince is now half a Draenor scholar, and he knows a lot about these alien cultures.

   After a few seconds of silence, Ner'zhul spoke again:

   "I'm not saying this to gain your sympathy, folks, I'm just telling you bad news from my own experience.

  Because I had contact with Kil'jaeden, I couldn't forget the feeling of that tremor in my heart until I died, and now, that feeling is back.

   It means Kil'jaeden is back.

The eyes of the    Deceiver have fallen on all of us, and its evil machinations are likely to break out on each of you. "

   The old orc turned his head to look at General Maraad, who had an indifferent face, and he said in a low voice:

   "Especially you, draenei, be careful.

  I can feel that Kil'jaeden should be coming for you this time, and it may repeat what happened to the orcs to your draenei. "

"thanks for your reminder."

  Maraad said expressionlessly:

   "I will tell the Prophet.

   But don't waste your time, Orc, we're not here to hear your stories from the past, we care more about how you're going to save this world at stake? "

   "Perhaps we should start with Everbloom Woodland?"

   Hamuul Runetotem, who was sitting by the bonfire, leaned on his cane. He wagged his tail and said in a loud voice:

   "The Staghelm Arch Druid is trying to re-energize that magical woodland, and if we can find a way to bring it back to life, the dying ecology of Draenor can be rebuilt!

   Ladies and gentlemen, we are not fantasizing. Although the woodland is nearly depleted, it has quite a terrifying potential. It is like a dormant beast.

  Although weak, as long as it is given enough time to recuperate, it can restore this barren world to its natural balance on its own. "

   "Yes, the Cenarion Order has prepared a lot of natural relics."

   Hisari Crow also said:

   "Those relics are being transported to Draenor. It is our druid's duty to save a dying world, Lord Shaman, do you know anything about the mystery of that woodland?

   Can you share this knowledge with us? "

   "That's exactly what I'm going to say next, folks."

   Ner'zhul raised his hand and signaled the druids to take it easy. He coughed a few times and said:

   "I have entered Azeroth, and as a shaman, I have experienced the harmony between the majestic elements and life of that world in Azeroth.

   It was the story of the Four Elemental Lords and Guardians of the Titans of your world that inspired me.

   After returning to Minecraft, I went to the withered Throne of the Elements several times to check, and I finally confirmed my guess. Gul'dan sacked the elemental shrines of Draenor at the direction of his evil masters before disrupting orc civilization.

   I thought it was just him venting his anger at the elemental spirits who refused to bless him, but it wasn't until a visit a year ago that I discovered the truth. "

  The old orc looked at Brox Saurfang, who was a few years younger than him, and asked:

   "Brox, do you remember the weird natural disasters that occurred all over Draenor in the years before the Horde was founded?"

   "Who can forget?"

   The Orc Warlord recalled with a painful expression:

   "Sudden floods washed back into the arid regions of Gorgrond and Nagrand in summer, and Tanaan Jungle and Spires of Arak were hit by snowstorms like never before in the fall.

  Talador's rivers dry up in winter, and a large number of our domesticated clefthoofs died. Even Shadowmoon Valley, which has always been fertile and beautiful, suffered a drought that has not been seen in a century.

   and the outbreak of the Red Mist Plague.

   It is precisely because of those abnormal natural disasters that everyone cannot survive, and it is also because of the bad situation that leads to the union of clans and the establishment of tribes.

   You told us that it was because we disrespected our ancestors, and Gul'dan said it more directly, he prophesied that the elements had abandoned us, and that the draenei were persecuting the orcs with a conspiracy. "

   "We draenei were also severely affected in those years, and our domesticated Tabu sheep also died in large numbers."

  Maraad couldn't help but say:

   "But even when we were also infected by the plague, we still subsidized food for some of your clans that couldn't survive! But your eyes are all blind!

  Choose to be fooled by scumbags like Gul'dan! "

  The draenei's reprimand made Brox bow his head, the old orc really couldn't refute on such a question.

   "Well, it's not these hatreds that I'm going to talk about today."

   Ner'zhul raised his voice, interrupting Maraad's scolding, saying:

   "Those natural disasters did not come out of thin air. It was because Gul'dan used the power of demons to disrupt the elemental cycle of the Draenor world, which led to the natural disasters.

  Listen to me, everyone.

  Our Draenor is a small world. Our ecosystem here is not as complete and strong as Azeroth. Our world was born from the collision of elements, and the power of the elements is Draenor's "Dinghai Shenpin".

After Gul'dan disrupted the elemental cycle and defeated the elemental lords, the world entered a period of chaos and turmoil. Druids, I can tell you clearly that Gorgrond's Everbloom also began at that time. sluggish.

  The forest spirits who once guarded there took the initiative to attack our orcs. At that time, we thought the gentle forest spirits were crazy, but until now, I don't know.

   It was the forces of nature they served that alerted them to the real culprit in the chaos of the world of Draenor.

  Unfortunately, the forest spirits do not have their own language, they cannot communicate with us to transmit information, and we miss the last chance to save ourselves. "

   The old shaman coughed a few times and said:

   "The Everbloom is connected to the heart of the world of Draenor, the natural source of this world, weakened by elemental chaos, and can be strengthened again for the same reason.

  The elemental lords of Draenor fought a last-ditch effort to save the world, angered by the abuse of fel power by the orcs to pollute the world, and they fought Gul'dan's Shadow Council to the death in the hidden lands of Shadowmoon Valley.

  In the end, the traitor used the power of his demon master to corrupt the elemental lords and seal them. The location was very secret, but fortunately, after a long search, I determined where the seal was. "

   Ner'zhul stood up and announced to everyone before the bonfire:

   "To save the world from the demons, we must unleash the world's primordial power, and as the elemental power re-emerges on Draenor, the weakened Everbloom will draw from the power of creation and prosper again.

   And its constant stream of life to the Heart of Worlds will bring Draenor from the brink of destruction back to the vanilla age we remember!

  This world will return to the green hometown in the memory of the orcs, and this time, we will never try to monopolize its favor, we will share this world with all those who need it.

   But to open that seal, we orcs alone cannot do it! "

  The old shaman looked at the people in front of him. Under the stunned gaze of Blox, the old Ner'zhul knelt down on one knee and begged to everyone in front of him:

   "This world. needs your help, everyone! We are willing to give everything to save our homeland, but we need help from Azeroth.

   We also need the help of the Draenei. Only the purest light of purification your naaru blooms can bring the elemental lords of Draenor tainted by fel energy back to purity. "

  Everyone fell silent, feeling Ner'zhul's sincerity and the embarrassment of the old orc.

   After Ner'zhul explained the relationship between the elements of the world and the Everblooming Woods, the Druids were naturally willing to help, but humans seemed a little hesitant.

  Turalyon and the archmages whispered to each other, Arthas beside him turned his gaze to the indifferent General Maraad.

  The little prince is very curious, in the face of such a thing, will the draenei, who have a **** feud with all orcs, lend a helping hand?

   In the sound of the bonfire burning and peeling, Maraad's expression was uncertain, the famous hawk commander among the draenei did not seem to intend to agree immediately.

   Garona, who had been silent for a while, suddenly raised her head and said to Maraad in draenei:

   "Lylan's greatest wish during her lifetime was to hope that Draenor would become the hometown of the Draenei, just like Argus in her memory. In the last letter she left me, she wished me to live in this world.

  This is her last wish.

   Help them, uncle, please. "

   "Don't mention that name in front of me! It just makes me hate them even more!"

  Maraad roared angrily.

   "Lylan" was his sister's sister and the name of Garona's mother.

   "Orcs! I can't wait to smash your head with a war hammer now"

   The Vindicator Commander stood up. He finally couldn't hold back, and shouted to Ner'zhul:

   "I've longed to do this in countless dreams."

   "Come on, smash it."

   Ner'zhul's response was more direct.

   He pointed to his head and said to Maraad:

   "As long as it makes you less angry, as long as it makes you lend a hand."

"enough!"

   The vigilante clenched his fists, turned around and strode away, in the shadow of the burning flame, he said indifferently:

   "I will convey your request to the Council of Bishops, but I will not let you go, Orcs! Every Orc with blood on his hands will be my enemy.

  If there is a new world that can be built on this ruin, then your heads will be my gift to this new world!

  You old-time villains don't deserve to step in there! "

   (end of this chapter)