Because everything here is new to him.
Various races that have never been seen before, all kinds of strange commodities, unheard-of professions, and arcane magic, divine magic, and spell-like abilities can be found everywhere...
You have to know that in the human world of Azeroth, although magic is not a rare thing, it is definitely not possible for it to appear frequently in the daily lives of civilians.
But here, any street vendor can use some simple magic tricks to create gorgeous visual effects to attract customers.
Those alien creatures, including demons, possess many innate spell-like abilities.
Occasionally, fire giants can be seen selling the wishes they can grant to mortals.
Some creatures with extremely strong regenerative abilities will dig out some of their own organs that can be used as spellcasting materials and sell them to mages and warlocks.
As for the recreational drug and flesh trade, it is ubiquitous in every street corner.
In short, in the huge cyberpunk city, as long as it is "voluntary", it seems that everything can be traded, and there is no need to worry about the constraints of ethics and morals.
To be precise, there is no so-called moral constraint here at all, and people follow the principle of "anything is allowed unless prohibited by law".
Therefore, a large number of gray industrial chains have emerged in some unclear areas.
Large monopoly consortiums, gangs, killers and mercenaries are intertwined and constitute part of the huge urban ecology.
The Fire Rescue Squad was born out of the urgent safety needs of the wealthy people in the industry.
Many people who have been in the gray area for a long time will even choose to replace their original flesh and blood hands and feet with stronger and more powerful oil-burning mechanical prostheses in order to enhance their own strength. Others will undergo genetic modification to become like humanoid monsters.
As for those who have dug out one eye and transplanted an electronic eye that can see through invisible units and has automatic tracking and exploration functions, there are also countless of them.
Even the most conservative people, as long as they do a job that involves risking their lives, will inevitably equip themselves with some equipment that can improve their combat effectiveness.
After getting a general understanding of the situation in the giant cyberpunk city and having a thrilling battle with Evelyn, Dai Lin decisively chose to accept the woman's invitation to become her partner, mainly engaged in support and protection work.
Because he knew that someone like him, who was full of restlessness in his bones, could not really live a peaceful life like ordinary people.
But what the former legendary naval commander of the Alliance did not know was how huge a chain reaction his death would trigger in Azeroth.
Especially after Jaina learned the news of her father's death, she was instantly overwhelmed by a huge wave of sadness, anger and hatred, and even fell into a brief coma for several hours.
At this moment, she was in a similar state to when Theramore was bombed in the original timeline.
Not only did her originally beautiful golden hair, which was as beautiful as brocade, have a lot of white strands, but there was no longer any innocence or cheerfulness in her eyes. All that was left was hatred for the orcs, especially Warchief Thrall.
You have to know that before this incident happened, Jaina still had a certain sympathy for the orcs and felt that they should be given at least one chance to reform.
But now, she just felt that all orcs must die.
"Oh - take it easy, child. I believe your father would not want to see his daughter become like this." Cain Bloodhoof sighed helplessly and whispered in a low voice to comfort him.
The Tauren Chieftain had no idea why the wise and calm Thrall would suddenly do such a cruel and cruel thing.
Didn't he understand how bad the orcs' situation was? Didn't he know that the night elves and the Alliance were planning to send troops together to make the orcs pay for their crimes? Killing Daelin, the commander-in-chief of the Kul Tiras Navy and a hero of the Alliance, at this time would only intensify the conflict and accumulate more hatred, and would not be of any benefit in resolving the crisis.
Even if Daelin took the initiative to block Azshara's coastline to prevent the orcs from fishing, the Horde should have chosen to be patient as much as possible, or choose to capture them alive for negotiation and consultation.
"Thank you for your concern and kindness, Chief. But now I want to be alone."
As she said this, Jaina's face was extremely pale, and a biting coldness emanated from her whole body, which was a sign that frost magic was about to erupt due to the intense emotional fluctuations.
Although the aura she exuded was extremely cold and terrifying, her appearance gave people an even more beautiful and attractive feeling.
Especially under the influence of frost magic, the bloodless pale skin appears as crystal clear as glass, just like a lifelike ice sculpture.
Seeing this situation, Cain Bloodhoof had no way to continue persuading them. He could only turn around and leave with heavy steps, and he was very considerate and closed the door.
As soon as he left, Jaina cast her eyes towards the dark corner of the room and asked tentatively in a slightly decadent voice: "Soth, are you there? I need you now more than ever."
moment!
Zuo Si's phantom suddenly fell from the sky and appeared in this extremely cold room where some places were even frozen.
He first looked up and down at the state of this "filial daughter" and then asked calmly, "Are you still sad and angry about your father Daelin's death at the hands of the orcs?"
"Shouldn't it be?"
Jaina clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath and asked back.
Zuo Si shook his head gently and explained, "No, I mean you don't have to be so sad.
Because this is Dai Lin's own choice.
He had long suffered enough from the pain of losing his son and longed to be freed from this cycle of hatred.
What's more, death means for him to be able to put down all the heavy burdens and start over."
"A new beginning?"
Jaina obviously didn't quite understand what this meant, and her eyebrows immediately frowned.
“That’s right.
Do you remember the promise I made to all believers after their death? Including your father, all those who died in that battle, their souls have now arrived in the country I rule, and started a new life in another way.
So death is sometimes not a bad thing.
Especially when he can no longer get happiness from life and is left with only pain and suffering.
If you want, I can show you a little bit of Dai Lin's state in the other world.
However, this is limited to a glance, and no conversation or communication can be carried out.
Because it is not a good thing for the dead to reconnect with their relatives and friends who were alive.”
After saying that, Zuo Si looked into Jaina's eyes and waited for a clear answer from her.
Because this means a choice concerning the belonging of the soul.
Once Jaina chooses to watch, it means that her soul will inevitably become Zuo Si's property.
After all, after witnessing the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the huge cyberpunk city in the ninth level of hell, it is hard for anyone to refuse to live in such a place after death.
Not to mention that there are relatives waiting for reunion there.
But if Jaina could resist looking, she might be able to resist this great temptation, and even achieve immortality through powerful magical powers in the future.
"Show me."
After a long silence, Jaina finally decided to find out.
On the one hand, I am extremely curious about the world after death, and on the other hand, I really want to know about my father's condition.
Although in the original timeline, she was too naive to believe in the peace promise made by Thrall on behalf of the orcs, and eventually betrayed her father.
And for a long time afterwards, they believed that this was a sacrifice made for the greater good, until a loud noise in Theramore completely shattered all false illusions.
But this does not mean that the relationship between father and daughter is not good.
You have to know that Jaina took half of Kul Tiras' ships across the Endless Sea without informing her father.
Just from this point, we can see how much Dai Lin trusts and dotes on her daughter.
But what's funny is that Jaina trusted Thrall so much, but in return he quit early and passed the position of the chieftain of the tribe to the bloodthirsty and warlike Garrosh, which led to a series of conflicts and even the intensification of war.
And Thrall watched helplessly as his successors continued to provoke wars, turning close allies who had stood by him at a critical moment and saved the Horde into mortal enemies.
After the tragedy happened, Jaina vowed to destroy Orgrimmar in revenge, and only then did he remember to step in to stop it.
This is also the reason why many people never like or even hate Thrall.
Not only did he like to play double standards (he pretended not to know when Theramore was blown up, and only came out to emphasize that Garrosh, as the warchief, could not represent the Horde after Orgrimmar was flooded, so why had he done that before), but he also insidiously deceived the young and ignorant Jaina to be his guide, and did not fulfill his promise afterwards, and simply used abdication to evade responsibility.
You have to know that when Jaina allowed the orcs to enter Theramore, she didn't want Thrall and others to kill her father.
He just hoped that they could defeat Dai Lin and capture him, and then he could step in to quell the war.
But Thrall knew very well that the hatred between the orcs and Daelin could not be resolved at all, so he took advantage of the situation and chose to kill him, and then hypocritically said nonsense like "he is a warrior".
In other words, they bullied Jaina because she had just experienced the Battle of Mount Hyjal and her mind was full of how to unite the local forces of Azeroth to fight against the Burning Legion and the Scourge.
Otherwise, what if it was a king like Varian Wrynn, whose homeland was destroyed by orcs and countless innocent civilians were massacred?
I'm afraid he will join forces with Daelin to wipe out the orcs who have just gained a foothold.
If Thrall had told Jaina from the beginning that the purpose of his trip was to kill Daelin, the latter would have definitely turned against him on the spot and hit him with a super-powerful Frost Arrow.
So Thrall is essentially a faction leader who is very good at using the kindness and morality of others to achieve his own goals.
During the alliance with Jaina, it was even required that if either party's ships were attacked by murlocs, naga, and pirates, the other party nearby must provide support.
It's obvious that he just wants to use the powerful navy of Theramore for free to escort the Horde's ships.
Did Theramore, which inherited part of the Kul Tiras fleet, still need support from orcs who didn't even know if they had the ability to build ships at the time?
What a joke! This is just an excuse made up to gain a fair advantage.
Thrall has never been considered a good person. He is just a little more civilized than most savage, bloodthirsty and cruel orcs because he grew up receiving human education.
But now, due to Zuo Si's intervention, Thrall was unable to successfully lead the orcs to shore, and had no chance to fight side by side with Jaina to establish the so-called "friendship". Naturally, it was impossible for him to get close to and take advantage of this politically naive Kul Tiras princess.
Now with Dai Lin's death, the future relationship between the two is probably left with only deep hatred that cannot be resolved.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible amusement, and he quickly used his authority to find Dai Lin's location on the ninth floor of Baator Hell, and then instantly projected his current environment and actions through magical illusions.
The next second...
Two naked men and women suddenly appeared out of nowhere, hugging each other tightly and engaging in an extremely fierce fight.
Without asking, one would know that the man was Dai Lin, who had been dead for some time, and the woman was his close partner and lover.
The two guys had obvious scars from the fight, and some of them were even bleeding. They would show painful expressions from time to time during the intense exercise, but the intense stimulation would soon turn into mental excitement.
There is no doubt that this scene stunned Jaina in an instant, and her originally crystal clear pale face quickly showed a blush of shyness and embarrassment.
You know, the intimacy between her and Arthas has never been so intense.
Moreover, the princess of Kul Tiras could not believe even in her dreams that her father, who always had a stern and solemn expression on weekdays, actually had such a wild and indulgent side.
No wonder my mother always said privately that her husband was a charming and popular man when he was young.
Before, Jaina always thought that her mother said this because of her love for her father.
But now, looking at the strange beauty in the projection with a look of enjoyment and satisfaction on her face, she suddenly realized that her mother might be right.
"Ahem... I think we may have disturbed you at a bad time."
Zuo Si coughed violently out of embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
He obviously did not expect that Daelin was so strong. He had adapted to life in the huge cyberpunk city within just a few days after arriving in Baator.
Especially in terms of venting desires and enjoying pleasure.
Moreover, from the weapons and equipment placed on the cabinet nearby and the serious injuries, it is not difficult to tell that this guy's job is definitely not the kind of office worker who works from nine to five every day.
But Jaina bit her lower lip and responded, "No, I think this situation best shows my father's life in the afterlife. And...it looks like they are about to end."
"Well, if that's what you want, I'll grant it to you."
Zuo Si immediately stopped the action of ending the projection.
It has to be said that watching an action movie with a young woman, with whom he was far from close, was definitely the first time in his colorful life.
Especially since the male protagonist is the other person's father.
Fortunately, Zuo Si had already understood the essence of the shameless attitude of "As long as I am not embarrassed, you are the one who is embarrassed."
So he not only acted very calm, but also appreciated the changes in Jaina's facial expressions with great interest, which made the latter obviously a little upset and even wanted to hide in the bed.
But the problem was that this request was made by Jaina, and she was also very curious about her father's current condition. She could only suppress her shyness and regret and continue to stare at the unbearable scene in front of her.
After a full ten minutes, the battle was finally declared over.
The exhausted man and woman were obviously unaware that they were broadcasting live. They hugged and kissed each other without any image, then went into the bathroom to wash off the sweat and other unknown liquids on their bodies. When they came out, they were already wearing bathrobes.
Evelyn first smoothed her wet hair in a charming manner, then took out a bag of heavy gold coins from the leather bag on the bedside table and threw it to Dai Lin.
The latter took it, opened it and took a look, then asked in surprise, "Why are there so many this time?"
"Of course it's to reward you for your recent performance. You know, it's been a long time since a man has been able to satisfy me this much."
After saying that, Evelin threw a coquetish look and deliberately bit the end of the long, thin tail behind her with her teeth.
This action instantly made Dai Lin, who had just turned off the engine, react again.
But he did not immediately assist in the actual action. Instead, he half-jokingly said, "Although I am happy to hear you say that, this money should be enough for you to go to the best service place in the city and call ten strong and handsome men. So please tell me what this money is about, otherwise I will not accept it."
"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so principled.
But don't worry, you deserve it.
Remember the last time I was chased?
Now the employer who hired me has confirmed that he has received what he wanted.
Not only did he generously pay the full amount, he also gave me an additional bonus.”
When this matter was mentioned, a smug look suddenly appeared on Evelin's face.
Because of this incident, her fame in the industry has greatly increased, and many employers have begun to take the initiative to increase their employment prices.
"I see. Then I'll accept it without hesitation."
Realizing that it was what he deserved, Dai Lin immediately put it in an inconspicuous, worn canvas backpack with a clear conscience.
He obviously knew that if he wanted to do something in this city, he would not be able to do it without money.
"What are you going to do with the money?"
There was a hint of curiosity in Evelin's eyes.
Dai Lin answered without hesitation: "Of course, to buy some necessary weapons, equipment and transportation.
I've seen several things in the shops near where I live that would be of great help in combat, but I just didn't have the money to buy them before.
Now that I have some change, I naturally want to do some shopping.
And I also plan to buy a gasoline motorcycle for transportation.
Because the feeling of speed is so great, once you try it, you can't stop."
"Oh? You're buying weapons and equipment? I thought you would go to those entertainment venues to let off some steam first. You know, few people can resist the various temptations this city offers."
Evelin was obviously very surprised.
After all, in her impression, most warriors find it difficult to maintain restraint in their eating and lust because they are affected by hormones far more than ordinary people.
Usually, after getting paid, the first thing people do is to spend it lavishly and enjoy themselves in those extravagant entertainment venues.
"Purchasing weapons and equipment now is for better enjoyment in the future. After all, it's easier to work if you have the right tools, isn't it?" Dai Lin explained with a smile.
And he had another reason that he didn't say, which was that since there was something free now, why would we spend money on it? "Well said!
I am now more and more convinced that you can definitely make a name for yourself in this city.
I hope our cooperation can continue like this.
You know, it's not easy to find a principled and reliable partner these days.”
Evelyn was obviously very satisfied with her new lover's behavior. She immediately stepped forward and gave him a passionate kiss, then quickly put on her clothes and left the room alone.
Dai Lin lay on the bed and rested for a while, then left the room and came to the bustling street.
Through his vision, Jaina finally saw a corner of the huge cyberpunk city, and she was dazzled by the towering skyscrapers, colorful neon lights, electronic screens and magic projection billboards.
Especially the extremely fast and endless stream of vehicles and aircraft on the road, which gave her a strong sense of unreality as she had never seen such fast means of transportation.
But Dai Lin was obviously accustomed to it. He soon walked into a car shop and after bargaining with the seller, he bought a gasoline motorcycle with wide tires and a streamlined design.
About a few minutes later, he put on the free windshield and rode on the bike, accompanied by the roar of the slick engine, and started speeding along the wide road, with his hair blown all over the place.
Because of the fast speed, Jaina saw that the scenery on both sides of the road was blurry.
As for why I didn't wear a helmet, of course it would be useless even if I did.
Because the speed of the oil-burning motorcycles here basically reaches over 150 kilometers per hour.
Under the powerful inertia generated by this speed, not to mention a helmet, even wearing a full-body pressure-resistant protective suit is of no use at all.
Instead of relying on this little bit of protection, it is better to rely on your body to be strong and resistant.
At least a demon of the level of the Needle Demon would only be seriously injured even if it crashed into a wall at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour, and would not really die.
Therefore, anyone who dares to ride a gasoline motorcycle must either have enough confidence in his own vitality and physical strength, or have set up a trigger spell to teleport away directly when encountering danger, or simply pursue the excitement of brushing against death every day.
Dai Lin obviously belongs to the third type.
He rode his beloved bike at high speed for about forty minutes, and finally stopped at a store with a sign that showed a gun and a sword crossed in front of a shield, and walked in.
After greeting the owner, I started to pick out what I needed along the shelves.
When he came out, he was already fully armed.
Except for a large scimitar with frost enchantment effect, the rest are all various types of guns and cannons, as well as grenades and bombs with different effects.
After purchasing weapons and equipment, Dai Lin went to a store just a few steps away from his apartment to have a sumptuous meal, and then went to the Grand Arena to watch today's racing and duel performances. Finally, he reluctantly returned to the apartment to lie down and rest.
When the legendary naval commander began to snore, Zuo Si cancelled the magic projection and asked with a half-smile, "How is it? You should understand what I just said now, right?"
Jaina nodded slightly and smiled bitterly: "Yes, I understand.
Seeing my father's current appearance, I feel that he has been freed from pain and torture.
Because ever since his brother died in battle, he has never smiled in front of his family again, and he is immersed in hatred of orcs every day.
But death apparently made him let go of everything and embrace a new life.
To be honest, after seeing all this, I even felt a little envious.
If the world after death is really so beautiful, then what is the meaning of life?"
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "Life is life, and in my opinion it has no special meaning.
If we have to find an answer, it depends on each person's position and values.
Some people believe that the pursuit and possession of power is the whole meaning of life.
Therefore, the most extreme cases do not even love money, are not lustful, and will not seek benefits for their families and future generations. They live a boring life like an ascetic monk every day, just to be able to hold power firmly in their own hands, and will not let go until death comes.
Some people believe that the pursuit of knowledge and truth is the meaning of life.
Because this is the only channel to uncover the laws and mysteries of all things.
Others pursue wealth, beauty, power, fairness, justice, balance, etc.
No matter whether others agree with it or not, as long as you feel it is meaningful, there is no need to worry too much about it.
Also, I am not showing you these images in the hope that you will become negative about life.
Just the opposite!
There is a great deal of potential in your soul that has yet to be tapped.”
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si stretched out his finger and poked Jaina's heart.
"potential……"
A thoughtful expression appeared on Jaina's face, followed by a slight sigh.
“Well—maybe you’re right, I really shouldn’t be so negative.
Also, thank you for showing life after the death of your father.
This made me feel a lot better, at least I didn't feel sad anymore.
If you don't mind, can you let me become your believer and go to that world after death? In this way, I can reunite with my father. "
"Of course it's no problem. It's an honor to have the faith and soul of a beautiful lady like you."
Zuo Si politely took the other person's hand and kissed the back of that hand, which was crystal clear and piercingly cold.
moment!
As if stimulated by something, Jaina couldn't help but shudder, and at the same time, she felt some strange emotions in her heart.
Combined with the wonderful action scenes they had watched together before, she thought that this was just the result of her subconscious desires causing her to feel amorous, so she quickly said thank you to cover it up.
Little did people know that Zuo Si's hand-kissing ceremony was actually a branding of his soul.
That kind of throbbing that cannot be described in words is actually the natural awe, worship and obedience of the big devil who has obtained ownership of his own soul.
Moreover, this situation will worsen over time until the person completely becomes an obedient servant.
"What are you going to do next? Attack the orcs to avenge your father?" Zuo Si asked casually.
Since he had obtained the other person's soul, he was obviously in a very good mood at the moment.
Jaina responded without hesitation: “That’s right.
Thrall and the Horde he leads must pay for my father's death.
It won't be long before I join the coalition and march towards Azshara to pay tribute to my father with the blood of the orcs.
And let them know what it means to be stained with Proudmoore blood."
“Very good, then go ahead and do it.
If you can bring back Thrall's head, I will give you something special.
Finally, I wish you a good dream today.
You know, long-term lack of rest is a taboo for a mage.
Good night, daughter of the sea."
As he spoke, Zuo Si bent down and kissed Jaina on the forehead, then quickly turned into bubbles in the sky and disappeared without a trace.
The latter closed her eyes as if she was recalling something. After a long while, she opened them again and walked straight to the window to open it, letting the night breeze blow on her white nightgown and face. The biting icy energy that had originally surrounded her body had disappeared, and her pale face gradually regained its rosy color.
About ten minutes later, she closed the window again, picked up the doll on the bedside table like a little girl, crawled into the bed and fell asleep.
It was not difficult to tell from the slightly upturned corners of her mouth that she must have had a very nice dream.
…
At the same time, in the far northern continent of Northrend, Arthas and Kel'Thuzad had just arrived at Icecrown, the location of the Frozen Throne.
However, what they never expected was that they were not received by the Lich King himself, but by the representative of the Devil Legion stationed here.
"You are Arthas and Kel'Thuzad?"
The Hell Demon stroked his chin and looked at the two high-level undead in front of him with interest.
"Yes, we are."
Kel'Thuzad, as always, showed the qualities of a man who knows how to adapt to the changing times.
One of his greatest strengths is that he never stubbornly holds on when the situation is unfavorable to him, but always bows when he should and surrenders when he should.
In comparison, the arrogant Arthas was much inferior, and the word "disobedience" was written all over his pale dead face.
However, he also knew that the current situation was much more serious than he had imagined, so he remained silent from beginning to end, instead of using his sarcasm to make people angry.
It’s a pity that the most filial son of Lordaeron did not know that every devil in hell was an expert at observing people’s words and expressions.
Especially those who have been promoted to the level of Hell Demon Refiner, almost every one of them has gone through cruel screening and elimination.
Not to mention the hard conditions such as strength, intelligence and emotional intelligence, it would be impossible to climb up if you had even a little bit of luck.
Therefore, the Pit Inferno had long seen through Arthas's psychological state, and he also knew that the reason why Kel'Thuzad behaved so humbly was actually because he was secretly planning to kill or even expel him and regain control of the Frozen Throne.
But he didn't care at all.
What a joke! You have to know that there are tens of thousands of Hell Legions stationed on Mount Hyjal, and even the Lord Thors, to whom he is loyal, is on this planet.
Not to mention a small Death Knight and a Lich, even if the entire Scourge were put together, it wouldn't be enough to fill the gap.
Therefore, the Hell Devil was not afraid of any tricks from the other side and announced directly: "From today on, you will be my subordinates. Pack up immediately, and I will lead you to participate in the glorious bloody battle later."
"bloody battle?"
Kel'Thuzad suddenly had a bad premonition and subconsciously looked up at the tall and strong red devil.
"Yes. It is the largest and longest war in our universe, and it is a manifestation of the opposition between the forces of order and chaos. Believe me, you will enjoy the bloody battle."
The Hell Demon grinned with a malicious smile.
Needless to say, he completely regarded the Scourge as cannon fodder on the bloody front line, intending to consume the number of these guys in order to better control them.
Similarly, he was also following Zuo Si's orders, wanting to see what changes would occur to these high-level undead after they were freed from the influence of the Helmet of Domination.
Simply put, it is to forcibly weaken the influence of the forces of death on Azeroth, directly bankrupt the plan of the Jailer Zoval, and then force Denathrius to come forward and cooperate with him.
As for whether Arthas and Kel'Thuzad could survive the brutal bloody battle on the front line, that was not within Zuo Si's consideration.
Maybe it's better to be dead.
You can directly extract the soul to make some interesting gadgets.
With his deeper understanding of the soul, coupled with his collection of Titan knowledge and technology, Zuo Si has acquired sufficiently powerful creation abilities.
If he could only use the ability of the "Creator" profession to shape some mortal objects before, now he has the ability to create things like demigods, evil gods, ancient evil creatures, etc.
Kel'Thuzad, who was very thoughtful, undoubtedly realized that he was going to be thrown to the front line as cannon fodder, and hurriedly whispered: "Can we meet with the Lich King before we leave? You know, we haven't heard his voice in our minds for a long time."
"That's not necessary. The Lich King is doing something very important. All you have to do is obey his orders and do your job well. Also, you are not allowed to bargain with me in the future."
The Hellfire Devil rejected the Archlich's request very straightforwardly.
The reason is very simple.
The Lich King is indeed not suitable to meet people at the moment.
To be precise, the huge block of ice had been chiseled open, and the famous Helmet of Domination was in Zuo Si's hands.
The soul of Ner'zhul was imprisoned in a gem.
"Interesting, really very interesting. This thing is much more complicated than I thought. It was created by some kind of rule power."
At this moment, Zuo Si was sitting on the Frozen Throne, looking at the slightly ugly silver metal helmet with great interest, and listening to the whispers coming from inside.
"Submit!"
"Submit to my will!"
"Your mission is to obey the orders I give you!"
"Kill all living things! Let death spread across Azeroth!"
…
But unfortunately, these voices that the Lich King could not resist at all had no effect on Zuo Si.
Ner'zhul looked at the scene in amazement, totally unable to believe that the other party had successfully resisted the powerful overlord from the world of death without any effort.
"Tell me, old orc, have you ever seen the true owner of this helmet?"
Zuo Si asked bluntly.
"No. I never saw him, but I heard his voice often."
Ner'zhul gave the answer carefully.
This is obviously what Zuo Si expected.
After all, after Ner'zhul tore through the world of Draenor and walked into the portal, he was directly captured by Kil'jaeden. His soul suffered at the hands of the Burning Legion, and was then sealed in the ice of the Helm of Domination and thrown into Azeroth.
He never had the chance to go to the Shadow Realm to meet the Jailer.
After confirming this, Zuo Si immediately asked, "Then do you know the source of your power, and what consequences will result from slaughtering lives and continuously transforming them into undead spirits?"
Ner'zhul thought for a moment and replied with a bitter face: "I'm very sorry, I don't know. I just subconsciously want to get more and stronger men to protect myself. You can see how fragile I am now in this half-dead state."
"Hahaha! So you started those so-called plans without knowing anything?
No wonder Gul'dan looked down on you from the beginning to the end.
I think you're a complete loser and an idiot.
This evaluation is so apt.
You think you are one of the few wise orcs who can give correct guidance to your race.
But in fact, it is because of you that the orcs have gradually become minions of the Burning Legion.
What's even more ridiculous is that after going through so much, you didn't reflect on your mistakes and failures, learn from them, and use these unknown powers recklessly. "
Zuo Si laughed loudly as he blatantly and undisguisedly humiliated the first Lich King.
Not only that, he also took out the Skull of Gul'dan that he carried with him, intending to release Gul'dan's soul inside to reminisce the past.
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