Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 75 74. The Tomb of the Gods

   "My Path to Godhood!"

   On the Broken Shore, the Great Warlock Gul'dan knelt there, his hands stretched out to a sky so dark that a gust of wind would blow in an instant.

   The old face was full of ecstasy.

The power that    seems to have been pursuing is only one step away from him.

   But behind him, the members of the Shadow Council who waded through the water, and the members of the Stormreaver clan and the Twilight's Hammer clan who survived the sea battle two days ago, were not as happy as the leader.

  Actually, they were very embarrassed.

   On this desolate coast, the boat that carried them across the sea had, without exaggeration, turned into a pile of rotten wood floating on the sea.

   And everyone who survived was wounded.

   Including the two-headed ogre Gul'gar, as well as other high-ranking sorcerers.

  Daelin and his **** monster ship crushed six of the seven ships that followed Gul'dan in less than half an hour in the naval battle two days ago.

   Until the last moment, the characters of the black-faced warlocks broke out. In a large-scale summoning personally presided over by Gul'dan, a great frost demon who was not afraid of sea water was accidentally summoned.

   Relying on the power of the demon that can freeze the ocean, it was able to stop the sea charge of the Sea King, and won them the last time to escape.

  The warlocks galloped up their milk and kept summoning flying demons.

  In the end, it was the demons pushing behind the ship and pulling in front of the ship to let the broken ship run out of the shelling range of the Sea King.

   That was a miracle.

   There is no doubt that Daelin chased them for another half hour, which was the longest half hour in the life of this group of warlocks. They were like a pack of miserable mice, avoiding the rat catchers in the sewers.

  If Dai Lin hadn't given up the pursuit, they wouldn't have had a chance to sail into this mysterious sea full of reefs.

  Fortunately, the memory in Gul'dan's mind was powerful enough to prevent this group of terrified warlocks from encountering another shipwreck crisis.

   It was just bad luck when it finally landed. Pushed by the tide, the ship plunged into the shore and ran aground there, unable to move anymore.

   "The fel energy on this coast is abnormally active. (There must be a source of magic in it.

   The tall ogre Gul'gar stood in the water, his two heads sniffing in two directions, just like a hound, and his two heads said to Gul'dan at the same time:

   "Dear Gul'dan, I repeat, I do not underestimate your great dark wisdom. (But the beach is a sight to behold, and we don't see any complete buildings.

  Beside Cho'gall, several other high-level warlocks nodded, and even the savage orcs who were most loyal to Gul'dan, the savage clan, who had been strengthened by fel energy, looked left and right.

   Gul'dan promised them that at this destination in the mysterious sea, they could find the power left by the ancient gods, and everyone could become a god.

   But there is nothing here.

   Looking forward from this coast, you can only see an undulating broken beach, and you can vaguely see the remains of some strange buildings, like temple-like buildings.

   The fel magic power here is indeed active, several times that of other regions.

   But that’s it.

   "It's here."

   Gul'dan got up with his bone cane and limped to a higher place. Those who could come here with him through the journey of his life and death were all true loyalists of the Shadow Council and the two clans.

   He also stopped covering up.

   When the wind full of fel magic power blew on the old cheeks, his dark red eyes widened, he raised his fingers and pointed to the other side of this barren coast.

   says to his followers:

   "It's hiding there! Beneath the tide, the last Tirisfal guardian of mankind hid the power of the dark **** in a place far from human civilization.

   She is very smart and wise, and she knows what kind of miracles will be born once that power is captured.

  Unfortunately, she is a coward.

   She refused that gift, just because of insignificant vigilance and human incomprehension, she could only call it the greatness of the "Thing of Fear".

   She left it to her successor, but unfortunately her successor. Hehe, that is just a plaything of the dark gods.

   Now, the power that they feared belongs to me. "

   This explanation did not make the high-level warlocks and orcs understand, on the contrary, it was a bit cloudy and vague, but Gul'dan didn't want to waste time explaining too much.

   He leaned on the bone staff, his eyes fixed on the cliff on the other side of the coast.

He says:

   "Cho'gall, build defenses around the coast with your ogres! The rest of the Stormreaver clan assist Cho'gall, and the rest of the warlocks come with me.

   I need to deploy a powerful summoning magic to re-call the tomb of the gods under the abyss to the ground. This process will take a day.

  I don't allow anyone to disturb me again! "

   "Yes! (Great Gul'dan.

   The two-headed ogre Gul'gar bowed his head obediently and obediently. After his huge body, he withdrew from the crowd. Soon, he brought his own entourage and began to perform the final service for Gul'dan's "great cause".

   And the high-level warlocks of the Shadow Council, patiently resisting the excitement in their hearts, followed their masters across the Broken Coast and reached a cliff.

   They began to cast spells, and began to summon the great fel energy that enveloped the entire coast.

Um.

   I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

   The fel energy here is extraordinarily active, as if it is actively catering to their call.

   seems to be actively helping them and opening the tomb of the gods.

  Everything went exceptionally smooth.

   Gul'dan himself was thrilled.

   Wearing his tattered dark robe and leaning on a bone staff, he stood in the center of a large summoning circle operated by a dozen high-level warlocks. Green, corrosive evil energy was summoned from all directions.

   They came together, channeling power from the circle beneath their feet into Gul'dan's aged body.

  The eyes of the orc warlock turned dark green in an instant.

   He knew that the pursuit of the power of the gods would not be smooth sailing, but he also knew that the unexpected appearance of Dalene Proudmoore was just the last link in all the unhappiness.

He has escaped the pursuit of the king of the sea, and he has stood in front of the tomb of the gods. The most powerful spellcaster of mankind, Medivh, known as the "Guardian", the little toy in the hands of the dark **** was as early as four years. died before.

  No one can stop him anymore.

  The survival of human civilization has now gathered under the city of Lordaeron in the Tirisfal region.

  Orgrim Doomhammer is the best target Gul'dan has set up. Under the current circumstances, mankind has mobilized all the forces that can be mobilized to fully support the war in Lordaeron.

  Before the Orc Warchief failed, he and his tribal warriors would attract all the attention of mankind for Gul'dan who was on the road to becoming a god.

   And once Gul'dan succeeded.

   Once the Great Warlock obtains the gift of that god.

  He alone is worth thousands of troops. Even if Daelin took the entire Kul Tiras fleet to hunt him down at sea, he could easily bury them in the sea.

   As long as he completes this journey of becoming a god.

Yes!

   As long as he can become a god!

   All of Azeroth will belong to him, even the stars!

   By then, he could have turned around again and graciously bestowed Orgrim a promised victory.

   And the arrogant Orc Warchief, and all the remaining kings of mankind, and even the mysterious leaders of the Kaldorei Moon God Kingdom on the other side of the sea who did not appear in this war.

   They could only kneel respectfully in front of the newborn **** Gul'dan, praying for their lives.

   It won’t be long.

   Gul'dan had seen that future, and it seemed real within reach.

   So the Great Warlock raised his hand.

   Huge fel energy, enough to penetrate the city wall with one blow, surged out of his hands.

  The dark green viscous power turned into a dark lightning, piercing from the hazy clouds overhead into the tumbling dark tide.

   is like a sword.

   easily separated the heavy sea water, and in Gul'dan's perception, he came into contact with the ancient ruins that had been sunk under the sea for countless times.

   That is where the last traces of the dark gods were buried in Azeroth after a frivolous attempt eight hundred years ago failed.

   But god, how could it fail?

   The "failure" eight hundred years ago was just a game.

  The deity left a seed here, which spanned an unimaginably long time, and finally took root eight hundred years later.

   It bears a poisonous fruit that sparked the war of the orc invasion six years ago.

all of these!

   was doomed eight hundred years ago.

Do not.

   As far as 10,000 years ago, when the dark **** first focused his attention on the world of Azeroth, these countless tragedies were actually doomed.

   And the "bad relationship" between Azeroth and Draenor, two worlds separated by countless light-years, was actually forged at that time.

   Of course, Gul'dan didn't know that.

  Indulged in ecstasy and thirst, the great warlock used his senses to perceive the ancient ruins under the sea. He located the most active source of fel energy, and clenched his fingers in the air.

   is like holding something illusory, and then slowly lift it up.

   "Boom"

  The terrifying muffled sound came from under the sea. When the tens of millions of tons of seawater were separated by the evil energy, the ancient ruins that had been decayed under the sea were also torn apart.

  As Gul'dan raised his finger, a shrine filled with moist and gloomy water, ignited like a flame, wrapped in layers of green fel energy, burst out of the sea.

  My God.

   It is like the most magnificent exotic temple, and like a mountain growing out of the sea.

   keeps spreading, spreading, spreading.

   Until the end, back to where it should be.

  So at the end of the empty broken coast, a 200-meter-high Fel Holy Land appeared, and its entrance happened to be on the edge of the cliff where Gul'dan was.

The    fel energy rolled, melting the rock and forming a twisted stone bridge.

  The Great Warlock laughed wildly.

   also ignored the tired and paralyzed high-level warlocks behind him, he just leaned on the bone staff, limping, and stepped into it with a movement that was almost eager and rushing.

   But there is still the seal left by the most powerful spellcaster of mankind eight hundred years ago.

   Even Gul'dan will take time to crack it.

   At the same moment, Blake, who finally set foot on the Broken Beach on another hidden coast of the Broken Coast, moved his body and waved to the Nagfar, which was hidden in the waves behind him.

   is like saying goodbye.

  Beside him, Garona's body was trembling, not only because of excitement, but also because she witnessed how Gul'dan lifted a temple from under the sea with ease.

   This made her wonder for a while whether Gul'dan had obtained the so-called divine power?

   Otherwise, with the power of a legendary warlock, how could it be possible to do this?

   "Don't be intimidated."

  Black turned around and moved his shoulders. He looked at the ancient temple surrounded by fel energy in the distance, and said to the silent legendary assassin beside him:

   "Gul'dan didn't raise this temple, he just cast a magic to stimulate the defensive barrier above. He's 'pretending' to have a big advantage.

   But in fact, the temple emerged at this time

   is just fate.

   Even if Gul'dan doesn't cast spells, it will definitely appear. That is a kind of courtesy to the ants and 'guests' who came from afar to die. "

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "Don't look there, there's nothing but a trap full of despair. Gul'dan opens it, it should take a while.

   Let's confirm the action plan one last time. "

   (end of this chapter)