Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Four

Dark Temple, above the pinnacle. Now, Ner'zhul was standing in a circle inscribed with runes in the center.Above his head, the dark clouds were low, and the green lightning sounded from time to time, and the positions of the staff, the scroll, and the three constellations of the Prophet at this moment were all consistent with the records in the ancient books.At the same time, Ner'zhul could feel that Draenor's ley lines had all gathered under his feet, and energy filled his body.The old orc closed his eyes and realized that the whole world was under his control. That's why the draenei built this temple here, and that's why it's the only place he can cast that spell.From here, he can absorb the energy of the entire planet for his own use, ensuring that he can successfully cast the spell.

Outside of this circle, there is a larger rune circle.Several death knights of the Gorefiend, as well as the very few warlocks left after the Doom Hammer wiped out, stood there.Several Shadowmoon orcs under Ner'zhul stood in the third outermost circle, holding their weapons and standing facing the outside.Their duty is to protect, while others are used to help Ner'zhul absorb Draenor's energy and assist him in his rituals. They have been casting spells here since the astrology was completed, and it has been a whole day so far.If it weren't for the energy flowing through them, the old orc would have already collapsed from hunger or fatigue.His skin tingled slightly, and his hair fluttered as if he had been carried aloft by an invisible wind.

Their ceremony is nearly complete.A few hours ago, the Alliance had entered the Black Temple, and they could break through the defenses leading to the summit at any moment.But by then, Ner'zhul thought triumphantly, it would be too late.He holds the Scepter of Sargeras in his right hand and the Eye of Dalaran in his left.The head of the scepter was constantly shining brightly, and every crystal face of the Eye of Dalaran also had light jumping back and forth.These two artifacts gathered the energy of the leylines, almost materialized that energy, and then channeled it into Ner'zhul's limbs.

Now, he was no longer standing on the top of the stone, but floating in the air, because the energy lifted him from the ground. "Now!" he shouted, touching the tip of the scepter to the center of the Eye of Dalaran.He immediately felt that the remaining energy contained in the two sacred objects flowed into his heart through his arms.He knew that his eyes were shining brighter than even the sun.He saw that magic energy was constantly flowing in the air; he saw that many souls surrounded him; he saw their connection with this world and even other galaxies.He could even feel the curtains that separated Draenor from other worlds.

Then, with a wave of Ner'zhul's hand holding the scepter, those curtains were instantly torn apart, as easily as cutting parchment. The world is shaking, the earth is trembling, and the sky is roaring.The grinding sound from the depths of the earth meets the deafening scream from the clouds.The continent of Draenor screamed and resisted in pain. The Dark Temple suddenly shook, and many spellcasters fell to the ground.Ner'zhul also staggered, but under the support of endless energy, he still stood firm. He could feel the magic traveling through the space, like a fishing line thrown into the void.It leaped forward, powerfully powered by Draenor's own energy—it hooked onto something solid.That's another world.The thread gradually became taut.Under Ner'zhul's vibrations, energy traveled along the wire, eventually opening a hole at the edge of their world.

crack.That's a space rift.Ner'zhul knew this feeling, this raw energy that puts air and earth and nature to shame, this connection between worlds and worlds.Under the skull face, his lips parted and he laughed.Ner'zhul closed his eyes, savoring victory.He did it!He opened a space rift! And, more than one.He could feel that other cracks were constantly emerging on the continent of Draenor, as if they were small bubbles emerging from the sea, and they would explode as soon as they hit the air; planet.Every new rift created brought him a burst of pleasure. He could send scouts across every rift, returning to report on the world they found.Then, he will choose a place that is most suitable for the tribe to live in, and take the orcs to that world.And, if possible, after that go on to find other worlds, and even more worlds, until his people have the worlds they need, until they can no longer fully control the other worlds, until every clan has A world of their own - if they wished so.At that point, no one can stop them anymore.

Obris, one of the orc soldiers who had been defending the caster, said, "This is our new world?" Indeed, what they see through that ever-fluctuating rift is not very comforting.That's not much, but it's enough to be disgusting: something slowly rises, then moves away.A dim and disgusting light surged, but disappeared in an instant. "It's not like we're—" "Quiet!" Ner'zhul yelled, turning sharply to face Obris. "us--" Just as he was distracted, the Eye of Dalaran in Ner'zhul's hand flickered.The old orc frowned and squeezed his eyes tighter.It's like a writhing fish.Before Ner'zhul could react, the Eye of Dalaran left his palm and flew through the air——

——and stopped in the hands of a tall, broad-shouldered, white-haired man in a purple robe.The light from the staff in his hand symbolizes his great strength, while his eyes burn with the passion hidden deep in his heart.A human mage—and he wrested the old shaman's victory from Ner'zhul's grasp. Behind the mage, a well-armored human holding a two-handed war hammer shining white light.Ner'zhul realized that he was not just a warrior, but somewhat like a shaman—except that the powers he wielded were not limited to one planet.The elf woman standing beside them doesn't know how to use magic, but her face is full of righteous anger.Her arrows were already on the bow, aiming at Ner'zhul.

Ner'zhul trembled. How dare they come? How dare they interrupt his moment of glory!There was no fear or worry in Ner'zhul's heart, all he had was pure anger. "When you are dust, the Eye of Dalaran will no longer serve you!" he yelled.Ner'zhul let go of his rage, which radiated from him, pure and deadly. Ner'zhul raised his hands.The rock beneath the invaders was tormented by Ner'zhul, reluctantly and in agony following his orders, splitting open sideways.Several people jumped aside at the critical moment and prepared their weapons.But Ner'zhul wasn't done yet.not yet.He's just getting started.

He commanded, and the cracked stones rose upward, smashing towards the Alliance invaders.The wind and rain attacked them at the same time, lifting them helpless into the air, and then smashing them hard on the hard ground.Ner'zhul watched them suffer with pleasure.With some difficulty, he turned around and shouted to the crowd, "Through that chasm! Now is the time! Glory and a new world await us!" Obris stared at Ner'zhul dumbfounded. "Kill the Alliance and let us call the Horde! You can't just let us flee alone! What about our brothers? They're still fighting to this day! Grom and the Warsong clan, they're still in Azeroth. Women and children are everywhere. We can't just give them up! It's the most cowardly, most cowardly—"

Something in Ner'zhul collapsed with a thud.Ner'zhul suddenly realized that it was it that had been suppressing him.Only now—and now, with no guilt, no shame, no need to think for the good of his own people—he realized what a burden it was.He had feared death as part of the cycle of life; now he realized that he was the true messenger of death. All is gone.He is free. Ner'zhul didn't even try to refute Obris.The old shaman stretched out his hand, and the lightning gathered in his palm, drawing an arc in the air, hitting Obris in the chest, knocking him back.Obris crashed into the wall and slid downward, a smoking black hole in his chest.The orc warrior couldn't stand up again. Ner'zhul turned quickly to face the other orcs who were looking directly at him.There was panic on most of their faces. "The other orcs will never come back. They have done their job. From now on, all we have will be ours alone. I am the Horde, and I will live. Choose me, or choose death !" Seeing that none of the orcs made any movement, Ner'zhul was furious and raised the Sargeras scepter.Now, those orcs seemed to be released suddenly, and ran frantically towards the still pulsating chasm.It was floating in the air, itself about ten feet high, and a few inches from the ground on the top of the temple.Ner'zhul was the last to go.He used his own strength and will to keep the rift wide open, step by step into the space rift. Then, the rift disappeared behind them.