"My path to becoming a god!"

On the Broken Shore, the great warlock Gul'dan knelt there, stretching his hands toward the dark sky that was about to burst into violent winds in an instant.

The old man's face was full of ecstasy.

It seemed that the power he had been pursuing was only one step away from him.

But behind him, the members of the Shadow Council who waded into the water, as well as the members of the Stormrage Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan who survived the great sea battle two days ago, were not as happy as the leader.

In fact, they were extremely embarrassed.

On this desolate coast, the boat that carried them across the sea had, quite literally, turned into a pile of rotten wood floating on the sea.

And everyone who survived had injuries on their bodies.

Including the two-headed ogre Cho'gall, and other high-level warlocks.

Dai Lin and his damn monster ship, in the naval battle two days ago, crushed six of the seven ships that followed Gul'dan out to sea in less than half an hour.

At the last moment, the character of the dark-faced warlocks exploded. In a large-scale summoning personally hosted by Gul'dan, a great frost demon who was not afraid of seawater was accidentally summoned.

Relying on the power of the demon that could freeze the ocean, they were able to stop the Sea King's sea charge and bought them the last bit of time to escape.

The warlocks mustered up all their energy and kept summoning flying demons.

In the end, it was only through those demons pushing behind the ship and pulling at the front that the broken ship escaped from the shelling range of the King of the Sea.

That's a miracle.

There is no doubt that Dai Lin chased them for another half hour, which was the longest half hour in the lives of this group of warlocks. They were like a group of embarrassed rats, hiding from the rat catcher in the sewer.

If Dai Lin hadn't voluntarily given up the pursuit, they would have never had the chance to sail into this mysterious sea full of reefs.

Fortunately, the memory in Gul'dan's mind was powerful enough to prevent these frightened warlocks from encountering another shipwreck crisis.

It was just bad luck when it finally docked. The ship was driven by the tide and plunged into the coast. It ran aground there and could no longer move.

"The evil energy on this coast is abnormally active. (There must be a source of magic in it.)"

The tall ogre Cho'gall stood in the water, sniffing in two directions with his two heads, just like a hound. His two heads said to Gul'dan at the same time:

"Dear Gul'dan, I emphasize once again that I do not underestimate your great dark wisdom. (But this beach can be seen at a glance, and we did not see any complete buildings.)"

Next to Cho'gall, several other high-level warlocks nodded repeatedly, and even the savage orcs who were most loyal to Gul'dan from the Ravager clan and were strengthened by evil energy were looking around.

Gul'dan promised them that in this destination in the mysterious sea, they could find the power left by the ancient gods, and everyone could advance to become a god.

But there is nothing here.

Looking ahead from this coast, you can only see an undulating broken beach, and you can vaguely see the remains of some strange-style buildings, like temple-like buildings.

The evil magic here is indeed very active, several times more than in other areas.

But that’s it.

"It's right here."

Gul'dan stood up with his bone staff and limped to a higher place. Those who could follow him through the journey of almost death and come here are the true loyalists of the Shadow Council and the two clans.

He is no longer secretive.

When the wind full of evil magic blew against his old cheeks, his dark red eyes opened wide. He raised his finger and pointed to the other end of this desolate coast.

Say to your followers:

"It's hidden there! Under the tide, humanity's last guardian of Tirisfal hid the power of the dark god far away from human civilization.

She is very smart and wise, and she knows what kind of miracles will happen once that power is seized.

Unfortunately, she is a coward.

She rejected that gift because of her negligible vigilance and the greatness that humans could not understand and could only call it a 'thing to fear'.

She left it to her successor, but unfortunately her successor... Haha, it was just a plaything of the dark gods.

Now, the power they feared belongs to me."

This explanation did not make the high-level warlocks and orcs understand it. Instead, they were a little confused and unclear, but Gul'dan did not want to waste time explaining too much.

He was leaning on a bone staff and staring at the cliff on the other side of the coast.

He said:

"Chor'gall, take your ogres and build a defense around the coast! The remaining members of the Stormreaver clan assist Cho'gall, and the rest of the warlocks follow me.

I need to arrange a powerful summoning magic to bring the tomb of the gods under the abyss to the surface again. This process will take a day.

I won’t allow anyone to bother me again!”

"As you command! (The Great Gul'dan.)"

The two-headed ogre Cho'gall bowed his head obediently and obeyed. Its huge body retreated from the crowd, and soon, with its followers, it began to perform its final service for Gul'dan's "great cause".

The high-level warlocks of the Shadow Council endured the excitement in their hearts and followed their master across the Broken Coast to a cliff.

They began to cast spells and began to summon huge evil energy that enveloped the entire coast.

Um...

I don't know if it's an illusion.

The evil energy here is unusually active, as if it is actively catering to their call.

It was as if he was taking the initiative to help them and open the Tomb of the Gods.

Everything went extremely smoothly.

Gul'dan himself was also in a state of excitement.

Wearing his tattered dark robe and holding a bone staff, he stood in the center of a large summoning circle operated by more than a dozen high-level warlocks. Green, corrosive evil energy was summoned from all directions.

They gathered together and transmitted power from the magic circle at their feet to Gul'dan's old body.

Let the eyes of the orc warlock turn into dark green at this moment.

He knew that pursuing the power of the gods would not be smooth sailing, but he also knew that Daelin Proudmoore's unexpected appearance was just the last link in all the troubles.

He escaped the pursuit of the King of the Sea, and he was already standing in front of the Tomb of the Gods. Medivh, the most powerful spellcaster in mankind, known as the "Guardian", was the little toy in the hands of the dark god four years ago.

He died before.

No one can stop him anymore.

The survival of human civilization has now gathered under the city of Lordaeron in the Tirisfal region.

Orgrim Doomhammer is Gul'dan's best target. Under the current circumstances, mankind has mobilized all the forces it can mobilize to fully support the war in Lordaeron.

Before the orc warchief fails, he and his tribal warriors will fight to attract all the attention of mankind for Gul'dan who is embarking on the road to becoming a god.

And once Gul'dan succeeds...

Once the great warlock receives the gift from the god.

He alone is worth thousands of troops. Even if Daelin leads the entire Kul Tiras fleet to pursue him on the sea, he can easily bury them in the abyss.

As long as he completes this journey of becoming a god...

Yes!

As long as he can become a god!

The whole of Azeroth will belong to him, and even the boundless stars!

At that time, he could turn around and generously grant Orgrim the promised victory.

As for the arrogant orc warchief, all the remaining kings of mankind, and even the mysterious leaders of the Kaldorei Moon Kingdom on the other side of the sea who never appeared in this war.

They could only kneel respectfully in front of the newly born god Gul'dan and pray for life.

It won't be long.

Gul'dan has seen that future, and it seems to be within reach.

So, the great warlock raised his hand.

Huge evil energy, enough to penetrate the city wall with one blow, surged out from his hands.

The dark green viscous power turned into a dark lightning bolt, piercing directly from the hazy clouds overhead into the endless rolling waves of darkness.

It's like a sword.

He easily separated the heavy sea water, and in Gul'dan's perception, he came into contact with the ancient ruins that had sunk under the sea for countless years.

That was the burial place where the last traces of the dark gods left in Azeroth were buried after a boring attempt failed eight hundred years ago.

But how could gods fail?

The "failure" eight hundred years ago was just a game.

The gods left a seed here, which spanned a long time unimaginable by humans and finally took root and sprouted eight hundred years later.

It produced a highly poisonous fruit, and that fruit triggered the orc invasion war six years ago.

All this!
To be continued...