As Mo Fei observed the Abyss Fleet, the Abyss Fleet also spotted the Storm Dragon King's fleet.
"Lord Ner'zhul... a fleet of the Alliance has been spotted, flying the flag of the four-winged dragon... should we... should we..."
The Orc sailor, trembling with fear, asked Ner'zhul, who was hovering above the bridge and was slowly opening his eyes from his Void Meditation.
He had already drastically transformed, continuously absorbing the void powers of the Old Gods, causing his body to undergo uncontrollable massive changes.
What was once a brawny muscular Orc body had now become grotesquely bloated and deformed, covered with eyeballs and black-purple veins, twisted tentacles extended from between his arms, and his legs had also transformed into large wriggling appendages. His whole body was enveloped in a layer of a seemingly tangible void force field, the entire shape twisted, abominable, and terrifying.
Ner'zhul could sense the fear and hidden disgust of his Orc subordinates.
