Volume 7: Battle for Azeroth Chapter 364: All Undercover
at the same time--
Just as the orc warlocks of the Shadow Council summoned the dreadlords to seize power, Ner'zhul was also unwilling to be left out and was making his final efforts and attempts.
The operation to summon the Fire Lord did fail, but that didn't mean he had to give up on the Fire Lord.
After all, the source of a shaman's power does not only come from elemental creatures, but also from the so-called "all spirits".
Any supernatural being that can give strength to believers can be worshipped.
When the fel energy was rampant, the shamans all changed their professions to warlocks. When Kil'jaeden appeared and gave the shamans a collective PUA, Ner'zhul also burned incense and worshipped Kil'jaeden. It was not until later that he realized that the great immortals of the Burning Legion were not very kind, demanded too much and gave too little, that he changed his ways.
Now that he couldn't find a more powerful boss, he naturally had to continue to cling to the Fire Demon King.
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Great Firelord Ragnaros, your humble servant prays to you here. Please guide me, give me enlightenment, and point out the future path for the orcs."
Great Lord of the Fire Demons, we humble servants will offer you our honorable name, glory, and sacred position... Please do not abandon your humble servants."
Ner'zhul kept praying, and the Shadowmoon Prophets and Shadowmoon Shamans around him also chanted the same prayers. Thousands of words gathered into invisible mental power, penetrating the boundaries of matter and reaching another world.
I don’t know how long it lasted. Most of the shamans maintained a pious attitude, but a few of them were a little unhappy with this long ceremony.
Black Wind Old Demon (Shadowmoon Shaman): "Hey guys, who knows when this will be over? I have to go shopping with my girlfriend later."
Hao Ge (Shadowmoon Prophet): "Shh, shut up. Can't you see that the boss is 'communicating with all spirits'? This is a sacred ceremony that concerns the life and death of our great tribe. Can you please stop talking about your girlfriend's trivial matters?"
Bad Boy (Shadow Moon Shaman): "I have something to do this afternoon. My mom gave me a car for my birthday and I have to go pick it up. Brother Hao you have a high status. Why don't you talk to the boss and ask him to let me leave work early?"
Master Xuanji (Shadowmoon Shaman): "That's right, we fought all morning, and it's fine, but we were not allowed to leave in the afternoon when there was no work to do, and we had to do some kind of spiritual ceremony. This company is too fucked up. What did I say when I added Shadowmoon? Shamans are outsiders and don't need to work overtime every day. This guy has to appease the elemental boss every day, which is more difficult than appeasing a girlfriend.
If I had known this earlier, I would have gone with the warlocks next door. Isn't the succubus lady attractive?"
A few players were chatting, when suddenly, a beam of light appeared in the darkness.
Everyone immediately perked up.
Finally, this pious prayer was answered. In the space formed by the thoughts of the shamans, a ball of fire appeared out of thin air. The fire quickly expanded and turned into the magnificent virtual form of the Fire Demon King.
The Fire Demon King appeared again, looking much angrier than last time.
Ragnaros (the Firelord): "You little shaman, you dare to pray to me. You are greedy and take things, but they are completely useless. You can't even do a little thing. You have wasted my expectations. You have disappointed me, orcs. I am beginning to doubt whether it is a wise choice to sign a contract with you."
Ner'zhul (Shadowmoon Chieftain): "Oh, great Firelord, please do not abandon us. We pray to you devoutly. Your great will will surely reign over this world. We have only encountered a little trouble and need your infinite power to bless and guide us..."
Ner'zhul is very experienced in how to communicate with "All Spirits". When doing such things, one must be able to lose face, say nice things when necessary, and flatter when necessary.
You also have to be able to hold on. These extraordinary beings have strong perception abilities, so you have to have some response from them if you keep nagging them.
And you must learn to squeeze people. These extraordinary beings are all very concerned about their reputation. As long as you say a few irrelevant and exaggerated words, they will definitely feel elated.
As long as we promote it, things will be easy.
Sure enough, after a bunch of nice words were said, perhaps because he felt comfortable being patted, the flames emanating from the Fire Demon King no longer had the initial fierceness.
Ragnaros (the Firelord): "You want guidance and blessings? You want to gain greater power? Hmm, this is not impossible, but in order to gain, you must first give. If you want to gain greater power, you must make greater contributions and sacrifices. So are you ready? Orc Shamans?"
In the darkness, Ner'zhul looked at the Firelord in front of him and felt excited.
"Yes, great Fire Demon King, we are all ready."
Ragnaros (Lord of the Firelords): "Very well, then follow me, I will guide you to gain greater power. That is the power that the master I serve possesses, which is far beyond your imagination, far greater than the power of the elements..."
After saying that, he swung the Flame Demon's Hammer, and boom! The dark ground broke into countless fragments, and a dark passage leading to an unknown area appeared in front of everyone.
Ner'zhul's heart suddenly sank. In this world of thoughts composed of mental power, everything is abstract, but there are still rules to follow.
Generally speaking, the residences of all spirits are related to their habits. Elemental creatures live in their respective original planes, beast spirits wander in the wilderness, bird spirits soar in the sky, and those ancient demigods or evil gods live in deep and remote mountains and bad waters.
From the residence of the "spirit", one can feel to a certain extent the good or evil, and the strength or weakness of the spirit.
The dark tunnel leading to the underground before your eyes exudes an ominous feeling. The deep darkness seems to lead to an endless abyss, giving people an extremely evil feeling when looking at it.
What kind of person is this master that the Fire Demon King serves?
At this moment, the voice of the system rang in the ears of the players present.
[System prompt: Trigger the plot quest [Meeting the Darkness] to meet the mysterious existence hidden in the abyss with Ner'zhul, perhaps the 'great power'.]
"Oh shit, it's a story mission !"
"Haha, here comes the hidden profession!"
"Thank goodness I didn't leave early, so I didn't miss it."
Now all the players present were excited. There is a big difference between story missions and story events. Anyone who encounters a story event can participate, and everyone can take part.
Whether you can get any benefits depends entirely on your personal performance, and the rewards are nothing more than plot points.
But story missions are different. Triggering a story mission means becoming one of the main participants in the story, and there is a high chance that you can obtain rare rewards such as hidden skills or even hidden professions.
Black Wind Old Demon (Shadowmoon Shaman): "Master Chief, what are you waiting for? Let's go together."
Hao Ge (Shadowmoon Prophet): "Yes, my Lord Chief, this opportunity cannot be missed. Please lead the way."
Bad Boy (Shadowmoon Shaman): "For the survival of the tribe, we must not let go of such an opportunity, Chieftain?"
Li Xiaoman (Shadowmoon Shaman): "Chief, just give the order. If not, you can let us lead the charge first."
Ner'zhul gritted his teeth and said, yes, such an opportunity cannot be missed.
Although I feel that the master mentioned by the Fire Demon King is a little bit unpleasant, at this point I can only take it one step at a time.
He absolutely could not allow the tribe to fail.
It couldn't be worse than the tribe being controlled by demons - thought Ner'zhul, and jumped into the endless darkness with the shamans.
The orc shamans jumped into the dark passage all at once, and then there was an endless fall. At this time, they were exploring the spiritual realm in the form of spirits, so the falling process was more like a spiritual descent, where they would not be bound or restricted by the flesh.
I don’t know how long I spent in the dark abyss.
Still no spirits were seen, only endless darkness all around.
Ner'zhul felt that his connection with the material world was becoming increasingly blurred, and he suddenly thought to himself that something was wrong. No, he could not move forward.
"Stop, everyone stop! We can't go any further," he ordered.
Suddenly, a fear from the bottom of his heart in the darkness made him turn around suddenly. In an instant, Ner'zhul's whole body was filled with coldness, fear, despair, regret, and all kinds of emotions suddenly surfaced in his heart.
Countless huge dark red eyes in the darkness stared at him and his shamans. Those eyes grew on an extremely huge and strange body. Countless tentacles coiled around the body, forming a strange and distorted scene with the countless huge eyeballs on the body.
This terrifying monster is so huge that you can't see its edge at a glance.
The terrifying mental pressure made it completely impossible for him to breathe.
It is pure evil and corruption, a twisted product of the combination of life's rebellion and darkness, a void creation from outside the physical universe - the Ancient God!
He had never heard of this name, but when he was in Draenor, he vaguely sensed something similar when some shadow warlocks boasted and described the power of shadow during the horrific rituals of the white orcs.
"No..." He let out a desperate whine.
The next second, the will contained in that gaze devoured him. He felt his soul being twisted, his will being stripped away, and the secrets in his heart were exposed in an instant.
No! You must not surrender. I am Ner'zhul, the most powerful orc shaman.
As expected of Ner'zhul, he concentrated all his willpower in an instant, and the shadows attached to him were instantly forced back.
However, the most terrifying thing about the power of the abyss is its strong vitality and corrosive ability. In a blink of an eye, darkness surrounded him again.
Ner'zhul's eyes were gradually engulfed by the purple void light, "Yes, why not? The form of life is so fragile. Only the power of the abyss, the transformation of the void and shadow, can truly release the power of the orcs. I am too stupid, really, I should have surrendered to the true master of this endless abyss long ago.
N'Zoth, great N'Zoth, cheers for you, prays for you, immerses soul and mind in..."
He was immersed in his own thoughts when suddenly a burst of cheers woke .
Black Wind Old Demon (Abyss Priest): "Wow, it's actually a hidden profession - Abyss Priest. This is awesome. It's much more powerful than Shaman."
Bad Boy (Abyss Priest): "Haha, this is awesome! Hand of the Abyss, Touch of Darkness, Flesh Transformation, Creeping Evil, Shadow Gift... these professional skills are really powerful."
Brother Hao (Void Prophet): "Hey, the system said that after I change my job, my mana can be automatically converted into health. From now on, I can directly deduct health from my health bar when I cast spells. This is so cool."
Yao Dao Xing (Abyss Priest): "Haha, screw her girlfriend, I'm going to join the Abyss today."
"I say, this Abyss Priest is a profession of the ancient gods, right? Are we going to join the ancient gods?"
"Who cares about the Ancient Gods, the Burning Legion, we'll follow whoever gives us the most power."
"But if it's the Ancient God faction, doesn't that mean it will become a monster faction?"
"What are these ancient gods you're talking about? Could it be that giant tentacle monster with so many eyes? So disgusting? It's so ugly. Are we going to worship this thing from now on?"
"What's the big deal about being ugly? The skills given here are powerful."
"I can't accept turning into such a disgusting monster. I might as well follow the Fire Demon. Goodbye."
After saying this, the orc shaman suddenly disappeared.
He actually deleted the account directly.
The others were speechless, thinking that this person was too pretentious.
However, Ner'zhul was shocked and broke free from the controlled state.
(Yes, what is the point of being a servant of an ugly monster?)
Those dark red eyes in the darkness were now staring at these jubilant orc shamans. Unlike their peers who were completely immersed in dark thoughts, they seemed to be more "active", which surprised the owners of the eyes a little.
But he soon ignored this slight abnormality. These tiny creatures had completely accepted its control. Soon, the ancient seal would be lifted and the ancient gods would rule the world again.
"Go, Ner'zhul, bring my servants with you, devour, transform, and convert, and make this world my domain."
"Yes, master." Ner'zhul said with his head down. In his eyes, personal will and the erosion of the abyss were constantly alternating and struggling.
Meanwhile - Dragonmaw Camp:
"I feel an evil force!"
Agnes suddenly opened her eyes and spoke alertly, her gaze looking towards the east outside the tent, where the Shadowmoon Clan's headquarters was.
Summerfield waved his hand, "Don't worry about it, those orcs must be summoning something again, they are busy with these things all day long."
"Do we have to maintain this ugly appearance?" Onyxia looked at her ugly orc appearance with disgust and said dissatisfiedly.
"This is a necessary disguise before our plan is completed. Why - you can't accept it?" Morpheus said lightly. The implicit threat made Onyxia hurriedly shook her head, "Of course not."
"That's good. The Horde is currently in decline. They will soon lose this war, just as I predicted. You did a good job, Nekros. When the orcs fall into despair, Orgrim will have no choice. The Horde will become a force in our hands."
"Are these savage orcs really willing to surrender?"
Morpheus was confident, "They will. Once they fall into despair, any glimmer of hope will be their lifeline. Orgrim is a smart man. He will know what to do when the time comes. I will give him an offer that he cannot refuse.
Before that, we must try our best to control the Dragonmaw Clan and infiltrate other clans, especially the Blackrock Clan. When the conditions are met, the entire Orc Tribe will become an important part of my next plan."
Onyxia still couldn't understand. "I don't know why you care so much about these brainless orcs. They are completely useless."
"They have great potential." Morpheus said, but he thought to himself that orcs can be adventurers.
Since neither dragons nor dragonmen can become adventurer races, we can only start with orcs.
The next day, at dawn, the tribe's camp became restless.
Countless orc warriors walked out of their tents and gathered on the open ground. All the military camps and all the clan’s bases were in commotion.
Orgrim looked at the tribal leaders gathered in front of him. Ner'zhul and his Shadowmoon Shamans seemed to have not slept well. They all had dark circles under their eyes, but their morale was exceptionally high.
Grog Evil Eye, now Chieftain of the Evil Eye, was followed by several orc warlocks, who were whispering about something. One of the young orc warlocks looked particularly energetic, making Orgrim unable to help but take a few more glances at him.
Nikelus still looked silly, but the two orc lieutenants behind him were full of energy.
Looking at this magnificent lineup, Orgrim suddenly felt more heroic. There were so many loyal and brave soldiers, so many shamans and warlocks, all united here for the future of the tribe. With such a common hatred and a common enemy, maybe they could even win.
Orgrim (Warchief): "For the Horde—Fight!"
