Nefarian said loudly that dragons were the strongest creatures in Azeroth. One had to know that these tribes were all country bumpkins. Before they had seen the crazy Elemental Lords, the Titans, and the even crazier Ancient Gods, his words could really scare the country bumpkins.
Nefarian's vanity was greatly satisfied by the Orcs' expressions that clearly said, "You're right, we admire you."
He pointed to a particularly large black dragon with two huge horns on its forehead.
"Sabrian!" When he called out the black dragon's name, the other black dragons all lowered their heads. "He's my first lieutenant. He's in charge of all matters. He and a few other companions will carry your Orcs to the island you mentioned. As for the trip to Dalajan, I'll personally bring you there. "
None of the Orcs or Death Knights dared to disobey Nefarian's words.
Using the [Demon's Soul] to control a Dragon Aspect, or even an entire Dragon Legion, was already in the past two years ago.
If grass could grow on Zuluhid's grave, it would be at least a foot tall. In fact, the corpse of the former Dragonmaw Chief was pushed into the middle of the Scorching Canyon along with the remains of the 200,000 Orcs by the Alliance's logistics team. It was the lava fissure that the giant Fire Elemental Baron Geddon had emerged from.
The Orcs only quietly sensed and feared the power contained in every simple word of the Giant Dragon King that had taken human form. They watched curiously and attentively as Nefarian bypassed their new chief and directly gave orders to each of the chiefs.
Compared to his father, the former Black Dragon Prince, the current Black Dragon King Nefarian seemed to know more about the way of commanding his subordinates.
Blindly pressuring them would not be able to exchange for loyalty. Even so-called obedience would be greatly reduced. Nefarian's masculine lips curled up slightly. He spoke again.
"Of course, I have no intention of becoming your master. Your strong request is an exception. Now, we can only be called … so-called allies with the same interests. "
His words immediately made the tribal chiefs feel much better.
Nefarian's smile became even more mysterious. "You won't be the only opponents of the Alliance. The Black Dragon Legion will lead you to the Tirisfal Glades to find Grom Hellroar's Warsong Clan. At the same time, I will let Brother Blackhand's Blacktooth Clan dispatch troops from the Burning Steppes to attack the Redridge Mountain and attack the Alliance's retreat. "
"Blackhand Brothers? Rend and Maim!? "Ner 'zhul was stunned by this unexpected news.
"Yes! After completing the quest from Great Chief Orgrim in the Mausoleum of Sargeras in the Endless Sea, they came to Blackrock Mountain and foolishly occupied Blackrock Stronghold. If I hadn't shown them the right way, they would have been dead by now. Now, they are my servants. "Nefarian raised his chin arrogantly.
This was definitely great news for the main force of the Horde trapped in the cursed lands.
After all, there was nothing in the Cursed Lands apart from the red soil that had lost its vitality. Even the supplies had to be transported over from Draenor. Ner 'zhul really couldn't imagine what would happen if there were hundreds of thousands of Beastmen crowded here.
Perhaps the Alliance wouldn't even need to destroy them. They would starve to death here, or kill each other, leading to destruction.
However, Nefarian's gift wasn't limited to this.
Like a magic trick, he took out an item from his interspatial storage bag.
When the Tribal Chiefs saw this thing under the hazy moonlight, they couldn't help but exclaim in unison.
What did they see?!
The head of the great traitor of the Horde, the former Warlock King Gul 'dan, who was believed to have directly caused the defeat of the Alliance in the war against the Alliance!
His sinister face was still frozen with a horrified expression.
His life, his sins, his self-inflicted suffering, all stopped at the moment before his death.
Looking at his expression, one could completely imagine the huge gap of loss and panic when he confidently wanted to steal the power of the fallen Titan Sargeras, only to suffer the fiercest backlash of the Demon Tide.
No one knew how Nefarian did it, but in any case, Gul 'dan's head didn't have any decay, and was presented in front of the Horde in its entirety.
"Can … Can I see this traitor's head?"
"Of course." Nefarian casually tossed Gul 'dan's head to the ground like a bag of garbage.
Several Beastman Chiliarchs lit torches to make the scene more obvious.
The Tribal Chiefs of the first-rate clans gathered in a circle and watched with angry expressions.
"It's him! It's definitely him! That unfilial disciple of mine – hahaha! Gul 'dan! You also got your retribution! Is this what you'll get in the end? Hahahaha! "As Gul 'dan's former master, Ner' zhul had the absolute right to decide on the head.
For a moment, the Tribal Chiefs burst into enthusiastic cheers.
If they hadn't been beaten like dogs by the Alliance half an hour ago, they really wanted to hold a grand bonfire party to celebrate Gul 'dan's death!
"Final end?! No! Obviously, this great traitor of the Horde can still atone for his crimes in his own unique way! " Nefarian's bewitching voice gave Ner 'zhul a premonition that he couldn't refuse his next proposal.
Nefarian pointed in the air, and Gul 'dan's hideous head began to rapidly wither under the watchful eyes of all the Tribal Chiefs.
The few hairs were the first to dry up and turn into ashes that dissipated into the air.
Then, the skin and scalp attached to the skull, as well as the shriveled brain, began to fall to the ground piece by piece.
Finally, what appeared in front of everyone was a hideous white-brown Beastman skull.
However, the thick evil and dark aura that wrapped around the skull told everyone how powerful the owner of the skull was when he was alive.
"This is …" Ner 'zhul's hands were trembling.
"Since this is a divine weapon made from Gul 'dan's head, you can call it [Gul' dan's Skull]!" The Black Dragon King Nefarian's smile became even wider.
"Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha! " Ner 'zhul couldn't hold it in anymore and raised the [Gul' dan's Skull] high up in the air as he laughed maniacally, "My disciple! Is this what you'll get? Even in death, you will continue to fight for the Horde! Hahaha! "
Not only Ner 'zhul, but the other Tribal Chiefs also laughed as if they had gotten their revenge.
When the Orcs finished celebrating, Nefarian waved his hand, "Go! Ner 'zhul, the third thing you want is in Karazhan. Use your new divine weapon to destroy that weak human brat, Duke Marcus! "
"Of course! I will go! " Ner 'zhul's old body seemed to have become younger with the support of this new powerful force.
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