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Orunoke poured the liquid from the green bottle into a notched bowl and handed it to his savior.

"The water source in Shadow Moon Valley is very precious."

"Thank you." The other party reached out and refused, "I don't need this thing."

Oronoke let out a dull sound, muttered the water and then gave the remaining little in the bowl to his "companion" to howl. The wolf was brown all over, very beautiful and young.

"You don't seem surprised at all with me."

"Because I've seen creatures like you," Orunock pointed at him and said, "Gul'dan created the Death Knight, and like you, it was full of death." The orc frowned: "What's your name, stranger?"

"Nathanos Wither."

"It sounds a bit daunting. My name is Oronoke Rifting Heart, from the Shadow Moon Clan, a former member of the Shadow Council."

"I know you," said Nathanos. "You were once the men of Neozu and were involved in the Battle of the Dark Temple. In the end, your chief betrayed you and almost killed you, right?"

Oronoke was extremely surprised. He half opened his mouth and carefully recalled the battle in the Temple of Darkness. He remembered that at that time, including only four people, excluding him and Neozu, there was only one wizard and one paladin left.

"Who are you?"

The Withered One realized the orcs misunderstood and explained: "I didn't witness what happened with my own eyes, I just heard people talk about it."

"Listen to me? Are you from the Alliance? I heard that the gates of darkness have been opened again, and Azeroth's army has arrived in the outer realm."

"I am indeed from Azeroth, but not from the Alliance." Nathanos shook his head. To be precise, he was even an enemy of the Alliance.

"Then can you tell me about the current situation of Azeroth? How are the orcs who remain in that world? Are they still alive?"

"Although still alive." Nathanos nodded. He came to Orunoke to do a serious business, not to gossip, but the old orc looked touched the remaining emotions deep in his heart. His father must be so old now. "There is too much to say...."

The two talked until late at night. Whenever Urunock wanted to know, Nathanos would know everything, and the orc also knew that his purpose for him to come to find him on this trip was to curse the password.

"It's really unimaginable that Hellscream killed Manolos; Durotan's descendants were still alive and became the chief of the tribe."

"He not only became the chief, but also the descendant of the Hammer of Destruction. The tribe became even stronger than ever."

Such an evaluation is even more credible from a non-tribal member's mouth. Oronoke looked up at the stars and sighed silently. "Ancestors bless us." A moment later, the orc came back to his senses and stared at Nathanos and asked, "Do you want to know the curse code?"

"Yes, I'm going to get it."

"Why, what do you want it to do?"

The eyes of the wither turned elsewhere, "Use it against my enemies, I want revenge."

"Who will you take revenge?"

Nathanos paused and replied in a low voice: "Neozu."

"What?" Orunoke thought he had heard it wrong, "You say it again."

"Avenge Neozu!"

The orc jumped up from the ground suddenly, as if he had regained his youthful vitality, "Neozu! That guy is still alive?"

"Yes, he is still alive." Nathanos closed his eyes in pain. "Not only did he induce a patriotic prince to fall, he also destroyed a rich kingdom, turning the victims who were like me into what they are now." The Withered One spread his hands so that Oronoke could see more clearly.

"This damn guy, like Gul'dan, is a shame for orcs." Orunoke paved back and forth, cursing with disgust. "He used magic to tear the planet apart and abandoned his people. Now, he has gone to another world to harm all directions. He is simply..." The orc was breathing, not knowing what language to use to vent his anger.

"Didn't the tribe led by Thar stop Ner's lord?"

"He can't do it for the time being, because Ner's power is very strong and has become one of the biggest threats to Azeroth."

Oronoke clenched his fists. He still remembered how ruthless the orc who had slapped his face into a skull when Neozu confronted Turayan and Kadega in the temple of Darkness. When he stepped into a portal, he didn't even look back and just... he abandoned everything on Drano. This was not only the hatred of the undead in front of him, but also his hatred, the hatred of the entire Drano.

"I understand." Orunoke nodded, "I will help you, but you have to promise me that you must tell me the news of Ner's defeat in the future."

"A word is certain. Then, can you tell me the clues about the curse password?"

The orc lowered his head and thought about it, deciding where to start.

"The curse code is hidden in the Tanaan jungle, which is now the depth of the Hellfire Peninsula. Before the evil energy swallowed this land, Gul'dan began to look for it. Later he found it." Orunoke stood up and pointed to the majestic mountain to the south. The outline of it could still be distinguished under the night sky. "That is Gul'dan's handwriting, and it is impossible to imagine what kind of pain the earth has endured to appear in this volcano."

"I think the power of cursing the code is not only to raise a mountain."

"This is just a drop in the bucket."

The words of Orunoke made Nathanos frightened. The orc continued to say: "The reason why Guldan looked for the curse code was to deal with the shamans with a very high status in the orc tribe. What's crazy is that Guldan's target was not the shaman itself, but the element that gave the shaman power. At the foot of the mountain, the leader of the Shadow Council held a crazy ceremony. He used the powerful power of the Curse Code, combined with the evil magic, to completely distort the King of Fire Senluken, and used its power to destroy the defense of the Draenei people, turning the Karapo Temple into the current dark temple. Since then, the connection between the element and the orcs has been cut off, and the orcs have begun to keen on the power of evil..." Orunoke swallowed, and recalling these past events made him feel disappointed. After so many years, he has never heard the whisper of the element again.

"Can you twist the power of the Elemental King?"

"More than that." The orc shook his head, "The curse code can also confine elements, tear Draenor's elemental plane, and change the surface environment."

"What happened later? Where did the curse code go?"

"I was obtained by the current Lord of the Outlands, Yilidan Thief. In order to prevent others from obtaining this power, this demon named "Teller" divided the cipher text of the curse code into three pieces and handed it over to his subordinates for safekeeping."

"Do you know which three are?" Nathanos asked hurriedly.
Chapter completed!