Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 357: Ner'zhul vs. Storm Dragon King
"Is this the power of the gods in the world of the sky? It's so powerful!"
Ner'zhul looked at the Barrier of Holy Light in front of him with a look of shock.
In Draenor, there are also many gods, including the three gods of the sky believed by the arakkoa, the cyclops god believed by the ogres, and the ancient god Polaka believed by the sporemen.
In every intelligent race community, there are records related to gods.
Even some gods live in that abandoned world, visible to the naked eye.
However, as the most powerful orc shaman in the world of Draenor, Ner'zhul's understanding of gods far exceeds that of ordinary people. In his eyes, the so-called gods are nothing more than some more powerful and ancient life forms.
There is not much difference between it and the 'all spirits' worshipped by shamans.
Shamans worship all spirits, offering their faith and sacrifices to gain power. They communicate more and therefore respect them more than they fear them. Ner'zhul even feels a sense of superiority towards some weak and incompetent gods.
But it was obvious that this world was different. Not only was the elemental life more powerful, but even the gods were completely beyond his understanding.
Unlike Ner'zhul who was shocked for a moment, Godwin was full of confidence. Bulwark of Light was a heroic skill upgraded by divine skills. The effect could be summed up in one word - tough. Especially in a large-scale war like this, it was the time for him to show his strength.
"It seems you need help, Master Ner'zhul." A voice suddenly came from behind Ner'zhul. Ner'zhul knew who that person was without asking.
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Grog Evil Eye, take your warlocks away from here. This sacred place of all spirits is not a place for your vile warlocks."
Grog Evil Eye (High Warlock): "You know what, Ner'zhul? If it were any other day, I would have scolded you to the point of doubting your life, but today is a war between the Horde and the Alliance, you're lucky."
After saying this, before Ner'zhul could get angry, Grog Evil Eye hurriedly greeted him.
It was okay to talk a few words, but he didn't dare to really anger Ner'zhul.
"Get to work, brothers. Let them have a taste of the power of fel magic."
Grog Evil Eye led a group of warlocks and demons to cast fel spells and bombarded the holy light barrier that was getting closer and closer below.
The power of this spell attack was obviously not as strong as the elemental spell cast by the shaman before. However, what surprised Ner'zhul was that the power of holy light on those human knights could not resist the erosion of fel energy. They were constantly corroded and melted, and the light curtain became dim.
He couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart again. Although Gul'dan had disappeared and these warlocks were insignificant, he clearly remembered the terrible power of the masters whom those warlocks worshipped and sacrificed.
Now this memory has surfaced again. Once they are connected to the master behind the scenes, the tribe may fall into depravity again. No, we must gain greater power and prevent this from happening.
The most terrifying thing about fel magic is its powerful corrosive ability. Since the essence of fel energy is chaos, there is basically no concept of "immunity". Even gods can be harmed by this power. It can be offset, but not ignored.
At this time, the holy light barrier summoned by Godwin finally dissipated under the continuous bombardment of fel magic. However, in just a short while, the army of knights led by Godwin had already reached the top of the mountain, led by the army of paladins led by the Five Silver Saints.
The knights from other groups behind also followed.
Godwin (King of Lordaeron): "Kill! For the Alliance!"
Uther (Lord Paladin): "For the king! For glory!"
The knights shouted and rushed to the top of the mountain. The warlocks and shamans immediately retreated to the back, leaving the battlefield to the demons and elemental creatures they summoned.
It’s true, these fire elemental creatures with red flames all over their bodies and the demons with green flames all over their bodies stand together, and the style of the painting is quite compatible.
The army of knights were not afraid at all, and fought with Hell and other elemental demons.
Seeing the battlefield fall into a stalemate for a while, Ner'zhul was somewhat relieved.
"Stay here and stop them!" he shouted to Grog Evil Eye, turned around and ran towards the Flame Altar.
At this moment, the Flame Altar has taken shape after the orcs' hard work day and night.
A summoning circle drawn with the purification of fire element appeared in the center of the altar.
Through this magic circle, you can directly contact the Fire Demon King in the land of fire.
Ner'zhul immediately stood at the summoning position of the magic circle. He closed his eyes and sensed for a few seconds. The darkness in front of him was suddenly covered by a raging flame.
Ragnaros, the Firelord, looked down at the orc shaman and snorted in dissatisfaction.
Ragnaros (the Firelord): "Ner'zhul, why did you contact me? Is your summoning ritual ready?"
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Great Firelord, there has been a small accident. The human army is attacking the Flame Altar. They have already reached the top of the mountain and are about to reach the altar."1
Ragnaros (the Firelord): "You useless orcs, you ca n't even handle such a small task. The power I gave you is a waste."
As he spoke, flames surged on his body and Ner'zhul felt a burning pain all over his body. Even though he knew it was just an illusion, he was still afraid. After dealing with this Fire Lord for so long, he knew very well that this guy was not a man with a good temper.
"Great Master, can you summon me in advance?"
"No, to summon my clone to the real plane requires huge energy. Your current energy is not enough to complete the ritual, unless-"
"Unless what?"
"It seems that this is the only way. I will send my most capable lieutenant to lead you in my place. He will bring the Fire Elemental Army to destroy those human armies. Start summoning."
After saying this, Ner'zhul's eyes suddenly went dark. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the real world. Behind him, he could hear shouts and screams, occasionally with the rumbling sound of lava giants being chopped down and the explosion sound of fire elementals being killed.
It won’t last much longer, the summoning ritual must begin as soon as possible!
Ner'zhul was a little depressed. His original plan was to summon the Fire Lord to the real world, so that no matter how powerful the Alliance was, it would not be able to resist. Now he could only summon a Fire Elemental Lord to deal with the emergency.
It’s a pity to prepare so many materials.
But as long as we can defeat the alliance, we will be able to gather all the materials.
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Shaman, listen to me - prepare to begin the ritual."
Dozens of high-level shamans gathered around the altar and chanted spells together.
"An immortal being from the Land of Fire."
"The body of blazing flames, the voice of destruction, the ancient king who commands the myriad fire elements."
"We offer you humble sacrifices, worship you with devout faith, and pledge our loyalty to you with an oath of loyalty."
"It is named after the ancient contract we made with all spirits."
“I pray that you will come into this world.”
"An immortal being from the Land of Fire..."
The spell sounded over and over again. In the center of the altar, the fire was gathering. A raging flame ignited in the altar, swirling and gathering into a huge vortex of fire, as if leading to a strange world made up of flames, a door that spanned time and space and dimensions.
Boom! A huge head emerged from the vortex.
When he saw the name of the fire elemental lord, Ner'zhul immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It's an old acquaintance. If we can summon it over, we should be able to turn the tide.
"Keep increasing your magic power," he shouted to the shamans.
However, things were not that easy. The last time at the Battle of Black Gate, they had summoned the Fire Lord, but that time they only summoned a projection.
This time, the one summoned was a clone, which was more than twice as powerful, and naturally more than twice as difficult as before.
roar!
At a very inopportune moment, a dragon roar was heard in the sky. When Ner'zhul turned around, he saw a giant dragon swooping towards the flaming altar.
But it was Murphy who crossed the war zone alone and attacked.
In his opinion, it was not that simple. To destroy the enemy's plan, all he had to do was destroy the altar.
It has to be said that Murphy's life has been so smooth since he became the Storm Dragon King that he is a little bit arrogant now, especially after he killed over 10,000 orcs alone yesterday, which made him feel a bit like "I am invincible".
It might be difficult for him to fight the Horde head-on, but taking on a group of Orc Shamans alone is a piece of cake.
There are a group of shamans performing rituals together and they have no time to take care of me. What am I waiting for if I don't join them now?
Aidan Deron (Storm Dragon King): "You little mortals, foolish shamans, dare to summon powers that are not of this world. Let me put an end to you!"
Ner'zhul snorted coldly, "You continue with the ritual, I will deal with it."
After saying that, he walked straight towards the flying Storm Dragon King.
With every step he took, four different elemental forces, fire, water, earth, and wind, emerged around him one after another.
There was a fiery light in his eyes, and his aura was so strong that it instantly caught Murphy's attention.
Murphy didn't take it seriously at first, because the clothes of these orc shamans were not much different, all wearing a flashy mix of fur and feathers. The one in front of him was not much different except for some sound and light effects on his body.
But when he glanced at the orc's head, Murphy's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain), legendary hero of Tier 2, level 98, health 14500.
Fuck! Ner'zhul! Legendary hero!
Legendary heroes, these are the ones that Murphy has encountered since he started playing this game. They can be counted on one hand, including Medivh, Aegwynn, and the cheating Wang Xuan.
Ner'zhul was the fourth legend he encountered.
Ner'zhul is Gul'dan's master. His reputation in the history of Warcraft is not very loud, but his other identity directly dominated the development of Warcraft history - the first Lich King, Ner'zhul!
It was he who conquered Kel'Thuzad, controlled Arthas, destroyed the entire Lordaeron, and caused everything that happened later...
However, in this time and space, Ner'zhul did not become the Lich King, so his strength should not be that exaggerated.
Don’t be afraid, I am the Storm Dragon King, I am also a cheating existence, I…
Hand of the Earth!
Ner'zhul suddenly raised his right hand high, as if trying to grab something.
Boom! Countless soil and rocks suddenly broke out from the ground. These earth elemental materials quickly gathered into a giant hand several dozen meters long and gushed out from the ground. The giant hand soared high - snap! It actually grabbed Murphy who was flying close to the top of the mountain.
Murphy was surprised. Damn, that’s pretty impressive!
He struggled hard, but the giant hand was so powerful that he was in a stalemate with Murphy, the Storm Dragon King. Every time Murphy used his dragon claws to destroy part of the giant hand, more earth element material would immediately repair it.
Don't get entangled with this giant hand, attack the caster instead!
Breath of Thunder! A breath of thunder spewed out.
But who knew that Ner'zhul would raise his hands to the left and right, with his five fingers slightly open - Storm's Grip!
The lightning actually fell directly into the palm of Ner'zhul. It struggled and jumped, but could not break free.
Ner'zhul looked at the lightning in his hand and said, "It is a powerful force, but unfortunately, it is useless to me! I will give it back to you."
He raised his hand and the lightning reflected back.
Boom! The lightning struck back at Murphy, causing little damage but extremely insulting. At the same time, the hand of the earth squeezed the dragon's limbs and wings crazily.
(Legend is indeed a legend, I was so careless) Murphy thought, fortunately I have many tricks to save my life.
Noreldom's time turbulence!
The next second, the dragon turned into a phantom. The giant hand waved in vain on the dragon's body, but could only grab the air, as if the dragon had turned into a virtual image.
At this moment, Murphy seemed to be observing the world through a layer of fog. It was the first time he used this skill in the game. Unlike directly switching to different planes in reality, in the game, he was more like being sent to the gap between two planes, belonging neither to this world nor to any other world.
But he could feel that this power could only last for a short time.
Without hesitation, Murphy flew directly into the air. It would be better to keep some distance when fighting against such a legendary figure.
I don't believe that the giant hand you summoned can be hundreds of meters long.
In the blink of an eye, Murphy flew to a height of two or three hundred meters, and at the same time the effect of time turbulence disappeared.
The Storm Dragon King, who was originally only a dozen meters above the ground, seemed to have activated a teleportation plug-in and instantly appeared in the air two or three hundred meters above the ground.
The moment he regained his physical form, Murphy immediately extended his dragon claws.
Dragon Thunder Shaping——Dragon Thunder Spear!
A lightning spear shot down at Ner'zhul below.
However, Ner'zhul seemed to have expected this. He raised his right hand, and the giant hand turned into a shield, blocking in front of Ner'zhul .
The other hand continues to cast the spell.
Ragnaros's flaming meteor!
Murphy suddenly felt a little hot behind him, and he dived sideways quickly. A meteor flame as big as a locomotive flew past him by a hair's breadth.
Just as the man and the dragon were fighting each other——
Boom! In the blazing altar, a flame body tens of meters high gushed out, as spectacular as a volcanic eruption.
A huge fire elemental lord appeared in front of everyone.
Lagrios (Lord of the Fire Demon): "Who summoned me? Who awakened me? Face the power from the Land of Fire. Face the wrath of Lord of the Fire Demon Lagrios."
As the sound echoed, a huge body made of flames and rising lava appeared in the flame altar and slowly rose up. A Fire Demon Lord who was more than 80 meters tall appeared in front of everyone, and stunned everyone as soon as he appeared.
The lower half of his body was like a swirling, rising vortex of fire, his entire body wrapped in flames, his upper body made of semi-solidified lava, one hand holding a huge Fire Demon's Hammer, the other hand burning with rising flames, his eyes looking down at everyone with an air of contempt.
