Nefarian shouted that the dragon was the strongest creature of Azeroth. You should know that these tribes are all terrifying beggars. Before he had seen the devastating elemental lords, the Titan Creator, and the even more devastating ancient god, his words could really scare the tribes.

The orcs clearly wrote the expression of "You make sense, I admire you" which greatly satisfy Nefarian's vanity.

He pointed to a particularly large black dragon next to it, with two huge horns on its forehead.

"Saberian!" When he called out the name of the black dragon, the other black dragons lowered their heads: "He is my lieutenant, responsible for all matters. He and several other companions will take your orcs to the island you mentioned. As for the trip to Dalaran, I will take you there in person."

No orc or death knight dared to disobey what Nefarian said.

Using [Devil Soul] to control a guardian dragon, or even an entire dragon legion, is a past tense two years ago.

If the tomb of Zulushid who dared to do this at that time could grow grass, the weeds would be at least one foot tall. In fact, the body of the former Dragon-throated Chief was pushed into the middle of the scorching canyon by the Alliance Logistics Force and the remains of 200,000 orcs. It was once the lava crack that appeared in the giant Baron Gadon.

The orcs just quietly felt and feared the power contained in every simple word in the words of the dragon king who turned into a human form. They watched Nefarian cross past their new chief and directly give orders to each chief.

Compared to his father, the former Black Dragon Prince, the current Black Dragon King Nefarian seems to know the way to control the enemy better.

It is impossible to exchange for loyalty by blindly exerting pressure, and even the so-called obedience will be greatly reduced. Nefarian's lips, full of male charm, curled up slightly, and he spoke again:

"Of course, I have no intention of becoming your master, and your strong demands are exceptions. Now, we can only be called consistent interests... so-called allies."

His words immediately made the chiefs of the tribe feel much better.

Nefarian's smile became more and more mysterious: "You will not be the only confrontation of the alliance. The Black Dragon Legion will take you to the Tirisfalinland to find the Warsong clan of Grom* Hellscream. At the same time, I will also let the Black Tooth clan of the Black Hand brothers send troops from the Burning Plain to attack Red Ridge Mountains and attack the Alliance's back."

"Brothers of the Black Hands? Red and Mam!?" Neozu was stunned by the unexpected news.

"Yes! After they completed the mission of the former chief Orgrim from the Mausoleum of Sargeras in the Endless Sea, they came to Blackstone Mountain and foolishly occupied the Blackstone Fortress. If I hadn't given them guidance, they would have been a group of dead people. Now, they are my servants." Nefalian raised his chin a little unyieldingly.

This is definitely great news for the main force of the tribe trapped in the Cursed Land.

After all, there is nothing but red clay that has lost its vitality. Even supplies must be transported from Draenor in a difficult manner. Neozu really cannot imagine what would have happened if hundreds of thousands of orcs were crowded here.

Perhaps the alliance doesn't even need to destroy them, they will starve to death here, or kill each other to cause destruction.

However, Nefarian's big gift package is not limited to this.

He suddenly took something out of the space storage bag like a magic trick.

When the chiefs of the tribe saw this thing clearly under the hazy moonlight, they all let out an undepressing scream.

What did they see!?

The Horde's Great Traitor, the head of the former warlock king Gul'dan, who was believed to have directly led to the failure of the Alliance warfare!

A terrifying expression was still frozen on his hideous face.

His life, his sins, and his own self-inflicted things all remained at the moment before his death.

Looking at his expression, you can imagine that when you were confidently trying to steal the power of the fallen Titan Sargeras, you were most violently backfired by the demon tide. What a huge gap between loss and panic.

I don’t know how Nefarian did it, but Gul’dan’s head was not decayed at all, and it was presented to the tribe members in full.

"I... can I look at the head of this traitor?"

"Of course." Nefarian threw it casually, and Gul'dan's head was thrown to the ground like a bag of garbage.

Several orcs and commanders set up torches to make the light more obvious.

The chiefs of the first-class clan formed a group of people watching with an angry expression.

"It's him! It's definitely him! My unworthy disciple - hahaha! Gul'dan! You're retribution too! Is this your final outcome? Hahaha!" As Gul'dan's former master, Neozu had an absolute say in his recognition of the head.

For a moment, the chiefs burst into cheers.

If they hadn't been beaten like a dog by the league half an hour ago, they really wanted to hold a grand bonfire party to celebrate Gul'dan's death!

"The end of the matter! No! Obviously, the great traitor of this tribe can still atone for the tribe in his unique way!" Nefarian's bewitching voice made Neozu feel that he could not refuse his next proposal.

Nefarian was a little bit through the void, and Gul'dan's hideous head began to wither quickly under the gaze of all the chiefs.

The few hairs first dry up and turn into ashes and dissipate in the air.

Then there were the skin and scalp attached to the skull, and the already shriveled and atrophic brain, which began to fall to the ground one by one.

Finally, what appeared before everyone was a hideous orc skull of a white-brown color.

However, the rich evil and dark aura wrapped around the skull tells everyone how powerful the master of this skull was in his lifetime.

"This is..." Ner's palm was trembling.

"Since this is a magical artifact made of Gul'dan's head, then you can call him [Gul'dan's Skull]!" The smile on the face of the Black Dragon King Nefalian became even stronger.

"Haha! Haha! Hahaha!" Unable to help, Neozu held up [Gul'dan's Skull] and laughed wildly: "My disciple! Is this your end? Even if you die, you have to continue fighting for the tribe! Haha!"

Not only Ner's lords, but other chiefs all laughed like they were revenge.

After the orcs celebrated, Nefarian raised his hand and said, "Go! Neruzu, the third thing you want is in Karazan. Use your newly obtained artifact to destroy the weak human hairy boy Duke Marcus!"

"Of course! I will go!" Ner's old body seemed to have become younger under the support of this newly obtained powerful force. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!