My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Great Lord"?What it is?——Chu'gall’s face showed a puzzled look——Of course, it was the head on the left, and the head on the right was completely in a state of dementia, and muddy saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his shoulders.

Almost all cannibal magicians are in such a state of madness-Chu'gall knows that this is due to the magic in that voice-there is only one semi-conscious person left in the entire secret room-Gul'dan, and One of my own heads.

"No, great lord! I have always wanted to see you since the capture of the draenei city! It's just that I haven't gotten your response...I..." Gu'gall decided to take back the judgment-Guer Dan is obviously not awake, because he is hitting his head desperately against the hard stone slab, making a "dongdong" sound. It can be clearly seen that the red blood is seeping from his forehead and flowing. On the bluestone slab entangled with seaweed and floating algae--just looking at it, Chu'gall felt painful.

"You mean... blame me?" the voice asked narrowly.

"No, no, no...Great Lord, I didn't mean that..." Gul'dan began to stammer-this is very rare for him. Whether as a shaman or as a warlock, he needs to skillfully use each This kind of spell, stammers, but the biggest enemy when casting a spell.

"But Gul'dan, do you think I don't know what you did?" The tone of that voice was full of mockery.

"No, no, of course you know the great lord, you are the omnipotent, omnipotent great lord, I..." Gul'dan answered in a flustered manner.

"Save it, Gul'dan, do you think I will forget your betrayal to me?" That voice suddenly became severe, from the previous drizzle and rain to a violent wind and huge waves, even if it was not in a storm Gu'gall in the center was taken aback.

"I... Great Lord, I betrayed you in time? I have always been loyal to you, I..." Gul'dan argued a few words, but stopped talking for some reason, just knocked his head on the ground desperately , Making a "dongdong" sound.

"Enough, Gul'dan, don’t quibble. Don’t you understand? Why am I here if I’m not watching you all the time? Actually, I just want to see how you were before you died, no What can be more pleasant to me than watching the tragic end of the traitor with my own eyes." That voice said.

"Great Lord! Please! Great Lord!" Gul'dan's voice was filled with bleakness, and his kowtow voice and movements became louder. "Great Lord, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't be affected by that power. Temptation, I... Great Lord, for the sake of my service to you, save me!"

Although he had concocted countless deaths and experienced countless deaths, it was obvious that Gul'dan didn't want to die; Gu'gall was the same. After hearing Gul'dan's narration just now, he roughly guessed which existence the voice came from.

Gu'gall also knelt down like Gul'dan and began to kowtow; the head on the left piously knocked out blood from his forehead, and the head on the right, although still in a state of dementia, did not affect this head and Qing. There was a violent collision between the stone slabs—all in all, the scene when the two-headed ogre kowtows, is simply...so funny.

Obviously that voice, or the "existence", thinks so too, and he chuckles: "It's funny, Gul'dan, the servant you found is really funny... Get up, you two."

Cho'gall didn't speak—neither head—and got up.

But Gul'dan hesitated for a moment. He raised his head cautiously and looked at the top of his head illuminated by the fireball. Although there was nothing there, Gul'dan hesitated and asked: "Great Lord, then I... you Promised to forgive me?"

"I said, get up." Gul'dan heard the impatience and seriousness of the voice, did not dared to say a word, and got up from the ground rolling, standing on the side with his hands, and fell deeply into the ground. His head-his cloak did not know where it went, maybe it was lost when he was attacked by that shadow demon-which made him look slumped, as if he was a few dozen years older than before 1- -Gul'al can also recall how high-spirited Gul'dan was when he first entered this temple.

"Actually, I was wrong just now, Gul'dan. Sargeras did lie to you." The voice was shocking again.

Having learned from the previous lesson, Gul'dan still bowed his head respectfully, not daring to say a word-the spell he used to think of as a way to survive is now of no use, he knew if he wanted to continue to survive Going down, then he must rely on his former master-even though the master abandoned him once in Draenor, now, this is his only hope.

"I think you understand, whether for Sargeras or for me, Gul'dan, you are so small that you can't even compare to an ant." The voice continued, "The reason why you can or, It's because we think you are still useful. I hope that after experiencing this time, you can put away your humble ambitions a little bit and let me see a little bit... Loyalty, you won't let me down, will you? "(To be continued.)

Chapter 446: Command of the Great Lord

"Yes, yes, I must be loyal to you, and I will never again be half-minded, great master, please believe me!" Gul'dan watched as he was out of trouble, and quickly showed his loyalty.

"It doesn't matter whether I believe you, Gul'dan. In fact, I didn't come here voluntarily." The voice continued.

Not voluntary?——Gul'dan and Gu'gall were stunned for a moment——Is there anyone who can force this existence to do things he doesn't want to do?

As if he could see through the thoughts of Gul'dan and Gu'gall, the voice chuckled lightly, and then said, "It's not what you imagined, it's just...In short, Gul'dan, you have made the credit this time, and I also count it. Reward you for my master. After all, you can be regarded as helping Sargeras a favor. It's hard to let you die here like this."

"That...that..." Gul'dan's voice suddenly rose high, and he even bit his lip in a panic, "That one is not...how could..."

The voice snorted: "That's the great Lord Sargeras, how could he easily be buried in such a place... What the Pantheon could not do for tens of thousands of years, you think it is a small Can a human wizard do it?"

Realizing that he had overexpressed some emotions, the voice slowed down again: "Even without you, Sargeras will be able to leave here sooner or later; but that will take more time, and your arrival has accelerated the process."

"You mean, you mean that one is already... so..." Gul'dan started to stammer again; he knew that one—and now, Gul'dan dare not call "Sargers". It’s a name—how powerful is the power. It’s the power that has destroyed countless universes. Now that power has finally escaped from the shackles and descended on this world called "Azeroth", then is this world very powerful? Soon...

The voice again guessed what Gul'dan was thinking: "No, no, Gul'dan. You will never understand what Sargeras wants to do, compared with his infinite power, his supreme wisdom But always ignored by those ignorant fools; even I can only vaguely guess a little bit of his thoughts, Sargeras, he is like the light and the shadow, flickering and dimming, beyond contemplation."

Gul'dan, who was once again guessed by that voice, could only lower his head more humbly—for servants, there is nothing more terrifying than the omniscient master; Gul'dan at this time, for The ignorant thoughts I had once felt ridiculous-compared with such an existence, I was not as good as a little ant, at least the ant would not feel fear.

"Sargeras has what he wants to do, and we also have tasks we need to accomplish. In the future, I still need to penetrate the power of the Burning Legion into this world. When Sargeras needs it, I He must be assisted at any time-and you, Gul'dan, you will be the vanguard of all these actions." The voice mentioned the request for Gul'dan.

"But, the great master... I will naturally do my best to do it, but our army... has already been defeated. I don't know how we can... occupy this world for you." Gul'dan lowered his head, his voice filled. With trembling and fear-Gul'dan couldn't do the demands made by that voice at all. In this way, would he still save his life?

"I know, Gul'dan, I know." The voice said softly, "The previous attack on humans was just an attempt, but now... I heard that you sent the remaining orcs to the new piece. mainland?"

"Yes, great master, but..." Gul'dan stammered, "It is not so much that I sent them to that continent, it is better to say that I lied to them to go to that continent... I don't think I can Turn their power into assistance and serve you."

Although he was worried about being abandoned by the "great master", Gul'dan really didn't dare to speak any more big words. He knew that if he could not satisfy the "great master", he would soon fall into a more difficult desperate situation, and that time, There will never be anything to save myself.

"It's up to you, Gul'dan." The voice said with a chuckle, "If there is no difficulty, why should I travel through countless universes to save you? Send a pig to invade this world directly Isn't it better?"

"I, I...I am not rejecting, Great Lord! I just...I'm just worried about delaying your plan..." Gul'dan defended himself.

"No need to say more. I have stayed in this world long enough, I can already feel the loss of power...Listen, Gul'dan, go to that new continent, find your companions, and rule them , Let them surrender to you, and then, wait for my order; at the same time, if you can do it, teach me your new neighbors, the guys named "night elves"..."

"Yes, great master, I will definitely do it." Gul'dan's little chicken nodded his head like a peck of rice. He almost wanted to find a pen and paper to write down these words-but there was no pen and paper, Gul'dan Can only desperately stuff these things into his mind.

"Then, go, Gul'dan, and finish it all. Remember, don't let me down, next time, no credit will be able to buy your life back..." The voice began to become weaker and weaker. But Gul'dan and Gu'gall felt that their minds were beginning to get groggy, and they quickly lost their consciousness.

"Gul'dan, Gul'dan! Wake up!" I don't know how long it took. Gul'dan vaguely felt someone calling his name. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the temple. At the door, Gu'gall knelt down beside him.

"This is... what's going on?" Gul'dan licked his dry lips, everything before it seemed like a dream.

"Hi..." Gul'dan supported the rock on the island with his hands, trying to get up from the ground; he sat up successfully, but there was a pain in his forehead.

Gul'dan subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead, and touched a hand of blood-all that was not a dream, the wound caused by the knocking of his head had not healed yet.

"That'great lord'...that's..." Chu'gall asked in a low voice on the left head-the head on his right, and the other ogres are still unconscious, here is far from the shore, and there is no Others would hear him and Gul'dan's conversation, but Gu'gall still didn't dare to raise his voice. He didn't know if the existence would stare at him there. When he thought of this, his back chilled.(To be continued.)

Chapter 447: Embarking on the New World

"Yes! He is the master we will follow for life, the leader of the Burning Legion, the great deceiver'Kil'jaeden'!" Gul'dan unsparingly praised his master with poor praise in orc language .

Sure enough, that one exists!——Chu'gal's psychology is even more humble, he even dare not mention the name "Kil'jaeden" like Gul'dan.

"But... that... I mean the one who was trapped here before... Doesn't he... blame us?" Chu'gall asked somewhat but heartily-after all, they used to have humble ambitions. Grabbing Sargeras' power, even though Kil'jaeden said that they indirectly helped Sargeras escape from here, but...

"Gul'al, don't worry about it." Gul'dan wiped away the blood flowing out of his head so as not to cover his sight. "When you are walking, you may trample on one or two ants because of boredom. ; But when you have a goal and work hard for it, the little ants will not be put in your eyes at all-of course you may still trample one or two accidentally-but... you See what I mean, Cho'gall?"

The head on the left of Cho'gall nodded, and the head on the right was still drooling in drowsiness-he understood what Gul'dan meant-Sargeras wanted to destroy the world, as small and humble as himself and Gul'dan As long as it was not in front of Sargeras, his existence would not attract his attention.

"So now... come and wake up these idiots! The task that the great master gave us is not easy." After seeing Kil'jaeden, Gul'dan seemed to become more confident-although he got Sargeras' power has become a fantasy, but after regaining Kil'jaeden's support, Gul'dan will no longer be as frustrated as Orgrim deprived of his leadership over the orcs, "Go ahead," Chugal, this world is waiting for us to conquer!"

"Yes, Gul'dan." The head on the left of Gu'gall responded, and then he slapped the head on his right. "Wake up, you idiot! Damn, we are obviously a mother. Yes, why are you as low-powered as an idiot?"

Damn it—Chu'gall cursed again in his heart—sooner or later, he would cut off this head from his shoulder, so as not to infect himself with the thing called "stupid" in his mind.

While cursing and panting, trying to wake up the cannibal magicians, Gul'dan was thinking about the next move in his heart-to the new world by boat-I hope the goblins under Gurworthius The sailors can smoothly send the orcs under Grom to the expected locations so that they can find their whereabouts as soon as possible; however, at that time, how should they persuade Grom to hand over the command of the orcs What about yourself?Ah... What a headache!

"Ah sneeze!" Grom sneezed a big sneeze. He wiped his nose, but didn't blow it out. It should be like this when you think about it. It is too much for a soldier to be sick. It's too ridiculous-a good fighter will never get sick!That was the performance of a coward, such as his own trash son.

Grom is carrying his huge weapon "Gorehowl", and under his feet is a crimson land-yes, after more than a month of sea breeze, Grom and his warriors from the Warsong clan have arrived To the new continent-of course, the rubbish under Zuherd, and...

An unpleasant breath came, and Grom felt itchy in his nose, and he turned around—Tyron? Gorefiend didn't know when he appeared behind him.

"What are you going to do, Grom? This is an unfamiliar land, and we have almost nothing." The leader of the death knight said to Grom. He was more than a head shorter than Grom-after all. The body now comes from a human being.