Chapter 29 Subsequent

"Ner'zhul!" With this call, the orc shaman, the great chief of the tribe, opened his eyes and let out a loud cry.At the same moment, the eerie nothingness surrounding him began to overwhelm all his senses.He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to dispel the feeling that was driving him crazy.And then, amidst the howls and repeated looping single notes, he heard it again: "Ner'zhul!" He blinked and looked around.Not far away—or so it seemed, because in an instant he could have sworn the thing was miles away—Ner'zhul saw a black figure.It had the shape of an orc, and on closer inspection, its green skin, fangs, and braids confirmed its own thoughts.This was obviously an orc, and Ner'zhul recognized him as one of his Shadowmoon warriors.But the orc didn't move—Ner'zhul felt as if he saw the orc's chest rise and fall, but in this place, everything was uncertain.

In this strange vortex of light and shadow, there are other figures scattered here and there.It looked like the orcs who had followed him across the Rift were all here. The question is, where is it?Why didn't the rift take them to another world?But no matter what kind of place this is, Ner'zhul can be sure that this is definitely not an ordinary world.In the end what happened?Why was he still awake and conscious when everyone else seemed imprisoned in a deep sleep? A light flashed.For a moment, Ner'zhul saw shimmering lights in the other orcs, as well as in himself.He opened his eyes wide, then had to close them again as various visions rushed at him.But he knew what he saw—something imprisoned them here.

"Ner'zhul!" His name resounded through the mysterious place again.But this time, Ner'zhul felt something tug on his chest and limbs.The other orcs were retreating quickly, and maybe the orcs were still stuck in place, and he was moving alone—here, he couldn't be sure.Within minutes, however, Ner'zhul was alone, and the other orcs were lost in the shadows in the distance. Then another shadow, larger and darker, enveloped him.He looked up— ——seeing the true face of anger. Before Ner'zhul, was a huge creature in blood-red armor.His facial features are very similar to Delaney's, and he looks like a creature with a high IQ, but his devilish face is bright red.There are two short curved horns at his tall sideburns.There was a beard on his chin, and two tentacles protruding from the bottom of his mouth.A few earrings shone, and its eyes glowed a deep yellow.

Ner'zhul knew who he was right away. "My lord!" gasped Ner'zhul, bowing as hard as he could, even though his limbs were still restrained. "Ah, Ner'zhul, my impious little servant," Kil'jaeden, the demon lord of the Burning Legion, replied. "Do you think I forgot about you?" "No, my lord, of course not." In fact, Ner'zhul had hoped so, and after the first few years, he did think so.Now, the demon lord continued to speak, and Ner'zhul's heart sank. "Oh, I've been watching you closely, Ner'zhul," Kil'jaeden assured him. "You cost me a lot, you know." The demon lord laughed, and the piercing voice made people feel a bit chilly. "And now, it's time for you to pay for your failure!"

"I..." Ner'zhul began, but nothing came to his mind. "You must not just walk away," Kil'jaeden continued for him. "I know that in the end, you will still try to cast those spells that you can't master or understand. I wait, because I know that one day, your pride and arrogance will bring you to me." He Spread out your gloved hands. "So you're here!" His eyes were almost narrowed. "You once dreamed of death. You wanted to escape it. Now, my doll, death will be the only thing you will ever know." Several images flashed in Ner'zhul's mind: flesh and blood were torn from his body; the dead surrounded him, approaching him, their blood was on his hands, and his blood splashed on the dead What a horrible combination of life, death and pain and suffering.

"No!" Ner'zhul shouted.He struggled, wanting to get rid of the invisible imprisonment. "My people still need me!" There was a burst of laughter.The huge figure of the demon trembled with the laughter.That terrifying and strange laughter was enough to make Ner'zhul's heart convulse. "I understand too well that they are of no use to you. So, don't worry," the demon lord whispered, digging a fingertip into Ner'zhul's cheek.Ner'zhul felt a piercing pain and unbearable heat. "You can't save them. Don't you understand? Ridiculous puppet, you can't even save yourself."

Then, twisting his fingers, he pressed his entire palm against Ner'zhul's face.Ner'zhul's head fell back, and there was a terrified scream from between his quivering lips. He knew that this was just the beginning of a nightmare.