The chief of the Warsong Clan is a true warrior, but there is no need to say more about his inner admiration for his ancestors. Seeing Ner'zhul striding into the interior of the Mountain of Souls, Grom gritted his teeth and followed suit.

Go in.

This passage leading to the interior of the Holy Mountain does not seem to be naturally formed. For hundreds of years, the respect for their ancestors has prevented the orcs from entering here. Ner'zhul and Grom were almost the first batch to enter Washu'gul.

of orcs.

"These pictures...how do they look like the work of the Draenei?"

A beating spark appeared in front of Ner'zhul, and the power of the elements illuminated the deep darkness for the two of them. Grom used the firelight to look at both sides of the oval passage, the walls that were neither iron nor wood.

When he saw the weathered murals, he asked in a low voice:

"Does the Holy Mountain have anything to do with the Draenei?"

Ner'zhul did not answer, and everything around him made his will become colder and colder. Tyrion was right, indeed, the secrets of the Draenei were hidden in their holy mountain.

But in his heart, the warchief absolutely did not want what Tyrion told him to come true. He almost forced himself to move forward. The world of the orcs had reached a dying place. In order to make up for the heinous crimes he had committed, he must see this secret with his own eyes.

!

The passage inside the Mountain of Souls was winding. Ner'zhul and Grom advanced in the darkness for nearly 10 minutes before they saw a strange light. When they walked into the light, what they saw was a field of Drai.

The unique crystal and metal decorations of the Ni people. Inside the holy mountain, the rays of light from the sun shone through the glass into this small space. The reflected light made Ner'zhul and Grom stunned at the same time.

In situ.

They raised their heads and saw thousands of orc souls suspended in the air of this space, and in the center of these souls was a floating monster!

It was a monster filled with deep and cold darkness. It had no body, just like an elemental creature. It had an ever-changing body and two claw-like fingers. Purple-black lightning surged on the surface of its body, making this creature

The small area became weird and abnormal, and the space here became extremely fragile. New souls were sucked in here every minute and every second.

And in the unconscious murmur of this monster, the light belonging to the void beat in the air behind its shoulders, like a dark crown.

What Ner'zhul and Grom couldn't accept the most was that along with the breathing-like rhythm of this dark monster, the souls of the orcs suspended in the sky were absorbed into the monster's body as if they were being swallowed.

inside.

It's like being eaten...

"Bang"

The Thousand Soul Staff in Ner'zhul's hand fell to the ground. The last hope in his eyes had been shattered, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only a cold body. Standing next to him, he was helpless to any opponent.

The feared Grom Hellscream was so cold that he had to rely on his battle ax to support his body.
Chapter completed!