Azeroth’s Death Track

In the forest of Quel'Thalas, before the cemetery of General Liresa, past memories and evaluations were subverted bit by bit.

It is no secret that Tyrion became a death knight and colluded with orcs to attack Quel'Thalas. The authorities adopted a strategy of concealment.

But it turns out that Tyrion is not a murderer and a butcher. Although he closed the barrier and trapped the orcs, he probably didn't miss his homeland, but anyway, his behavior still bought Quel'Thalas precious time. , plus the battle between the death knights and the orcs in the Stratholme Mountains.

All this shows that Tyrion was actually on the side of the high elves during the war when the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas. It doesn't matter what the death knight thinks, what matters is how he does it. ..

The facts that Cirvanas said made Alleria's heart feel like a mess.

There was a little joy in her heart, she didn't misread Tyrion, she guessed right, the death knight was afraid of hurting her, so he deliberately pushed her away.

But at the same time, she was a little dazed. She had seen how death knights slaughtered the living and awakened the dead on the battlefield. She had also seen Tyrion's indifference in the face of death and killing. That was not a disguise, it was another him! A totally real him.

Which one is Tyrion's true face?

Hidden under the dead body, is it the soul of the past, or a monster catalyzed by death? She wasn't sure.

But the will that Aurelia had just made up her mind was extinguished at this time like a flame in flowing water, making her at a loss as to what to do.

The new Ranger General Sylvanas took a step forward. She took out something from her waist pocket and put it in Alleria's palm.

It was cold, and the eldest daughter of Windwalker put the thing in front of her eyes. It was a frozen wild flower, wrapped in ice, just like it was when it was still in bloom.

He lied to you, sister, he lied to all of us, he still has feelings, but he is hidden under the body of death... He witnessed the death of his mother, avenged her with his own hands, he protected Eversong Forest, he protected Silvermoon City, he protected me and Lilas, he is still the same Tyrion... death did not take him away.

Cirvanas stretched out his hand and hugged Alleria, the latter didn't cry, she just looked down at the frozen flower, and finally held it carefully in the palm of her hand.

I know what you said is true, Shiva, but the Tyrion I saw, he is not the same as before, I don't know who to trust anymore, my heart is very confused.

Alleria looked at her younger sister, there was a distressing look in her eyes, she said softly:

What should I do? Sister.

Ask him! Question him!

Cirvanas stretched out her hand and put it on her sister's shoulder, raising her beautiful eyebrows, she said sharply:

If that bastard still likes you, he should come back to Silvermoon City. The magic power of the Sunwell will reshape his body. If he doesn't like you, shoot him dead with one arrow, lest he create more troubles for the Windrunner family. Lots of scandals.

Seeing that Alleria still hesitated, Cirvanas lowered his voice and revealed a very important news.

You don't know, sister, Prince Kael'thas is forming a special team. He is going to try to contact Tyrion to see if he can bring the hero back to Quel'Thalas. Since he still has If you have feelings like a living person, then he will still be our hero... Sister, I think it is very appropriate for you to lead this team.

And at that time...

Cirvanas took off the bow Salados behind his back with his backhand, and stuffed it back into Alleria's hand:

Whether you decide to bring him back or you want to kill him, you will need the power of Sasdora. I know better than anyone that you have this ability, my sister.

Aurelia did not refuse. After a while, she took a deep breath and took off the necklace that never left her body. It was the necklace that Tyrion left her, and Aurelia asked the jeweler to re-adorn it .

It was inlaid with three pieces of green, red and blue crystals. The eldest daughter of Windrunner took apart the necklace and put the blue one-third into Cirvanas' hands. She gently stroked her sister's hair, Holding him in her arms, she whispered:

Sylvanas, thank you for everything you have done for me and Tyrion, my sister, I will face him one last time... After that, I swear, I will obey my fate.

Whether it leads to light or falls into darkness...

On the other side, in front of the portal of darkness where the dark green light kept waving, all existing obstacles were demolished by the soldiers. Khadgar led 13 Dalaran mages to stand in a special magic circle just drawn In the center, hundreds of Union knights and infantry garrisoned on the slopes of the crater behind them, guarding against any eventuality.

Danath Trollbane, Turalyon, Kurdran Wildhammer, and the great knights Uther, Tirion Fordring, General Windsor, and SI:7 Leader Shaw, the commanders of these alliances also looked nervously at the mages in front of them.

Today, the mages will try to close or destroy the Dark Portal, completely erasing the symbol of terror of the past seven years, so as to free the world of Azeroth from the shadow of war.

This is a very dangerous behavior. Even a layman who knows nothing about magic can easily feel the power contained in the dark green energy vortex in front of him when he stands in front of the dark gate. The mainland will definitely be an out-and-out disaster.

But the alliance had to take risks. The reason is very simple. The door in front of us leads to the world of orcs, and it has been confirmed that there are still a surprising number of extremely aggressive orcs in that world. This door is still standing here. Xerath is an extremely terrifying threat. The soldiers of the human world are exhausted, and all countries participating in the war have suffered heavy casualties. They have no extra strength to deal with everything that may happen.

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The 14 mages cast spells together, and a violet halo filled the magic circle, like a veil of light, swaying around Khadgar, powerful magic power gathered in the mage's body, and even Medivh was dying. The magic power left to him at that time made Khadgar's eyes glow with violet light. Against this light, every magic line of the huge portal of darkness in front of him was very clear.

I'm going to cut them off one by one!

Khadgar waved the eagle-head staff that Medivh left behind, and shouted: Magic power is maintained,

The beating magic caused violent winds of magic power to gather around the entire crater. The ordinary soldiers even felt that the world in front of them became distorted. I had to raise my hand to cover my eyes.

And every time Khadgar cuts off a mana line of the Dark Portal, the cut-off mana will ring like a bell in the air, and with the haze gradually dissipating in the sky, those who are in the sky because of the out-of-control mana Lightning dancing in the air, this scene looks like a fairy tale.

Clang, boom, boom

The explosion of magic power became more violent, the commander's breathing became more rapid, Danas's clenched palms were already sweating, and the dwarf Kurdran kept pouring wine into his mouth, the paladins half Kneeling on the ground, praying for the protection of the Holy Light, those who can still stand here are true warriors, and they are watching all this at the risk of the portal of darkness exploding.

When the last magic line was cut off, the hazy clouds covering the sky completely dissipated, and the evil energy gathered here dissipated, allowing the warm sunlight to shine directly on the earth. That kind of light made everyone unable to bear it. Cheers.

Khadgar's complexion was pale. This behavior of manipulating huge magical power for a long time had caused a considerable load on his cursed, no longer young body. His forehead was already covered with sweat. Before his eyes, the huge Inside the black stone pillar, the dark green energy vortex has shrunk to a light spot the size of a human head like the ebbing tide.

This means that the Dark Portal on this side of Azeroth has actually been closed... Yes, the Dark Portal connects the world, and there is a door in Draenor and Azeroth, representing two worlds coordinate of.

The violet magic light dissipated. Khadgar wiped his sweat with his sleeve. He glanced back at the commanders behind him and nodded towards them. Immediately, a burst of enthusiastic cheers shouted from the commanders. Coming out, some sincere believers even knelt on the ground and kissed the dust as the sun shone on the land again after 7 years.

More people hugged each other, cheering the difficult victory.

Khadgar turned his head, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, he swung his staff, huge magic power gushed out, converging into tearing magic rays in the air, smashing the black stone pillars supporting the Dark Gate, Under the ravages of the magic storm, the sign that symbolized the beginning of the war collapsed on the dust. In the explosion of the stone pillars, a new era, an era of peace, came.

Our war is over.

Danas Trollbane looked at the battle ax in his hand, he shook his head, laughed and took the spirits handed over by the dwarves, and let the pungent taste rush into his stomach, the actions of the commanders pulled away A carnival, the soldiers sang songs and shared crude wine. Although there was no feast of victory, everyone who witnessed the destruction of the Dark Portal, smelling the taste of victory is the best for them Drunken feast.

I will stay here.

Outside the Dark Portal crater, in the makeshift tent, Khadgar took a sip of his spirits and said to the other commanders:

I will take over the stronghold of the Black Swamp. This matter has been reported to Dalaran, and it is estimated that an order will be delivered soon.

But there is nothing here, what are you still doing here?

The dwarf Kurdran who was sitting on the chair asked suspiciously:

Are you going to do some weird research that belongs to magicians?

Others also looked at the mage inquiringly, who shook his head with a smile:

It's not all... On the one hand, it's because during the war, I have gained some experience in the use of magic power, and I need a quiet place to experience it, and to conduct experiments without being disturbed, on the other hand...

Khadgar glanced back at the empty crater, with worry shining in his eyes:

The Portal of Darkness has been standing here for seven years, and the power of evil energy has penetrated into this land, making it barren. If it is not stopped, this barrenness will swallow other parts of the continent little by little, and more importantly Yes, even though the Portal of Darkness has been destroyed, I can still feel a crack in space that cannot be appeased, like a crack inside the glass, so conspicuous, I must find a way to close it!

Oh? Cracks?

The slightly drunk General Windsor glanced back, he shrugged: But I didn't see anything, there was nothing there.

Of course you can't see it with the naked eye... In short, if there are enough resources, I will build a long-term fort here to watch out for threats to the world. I have already thought of the name... let's call it Keepwatch.

Watching our hard-won victory.

Khadgar seemed unwilling to say too much on this issue, and his silence did not affect the enthusiasm of the other commanders. In the eyes of these soldiers, the war was over, and they were enjoying peace wantonly.

After the banquet, Khadgar walked alone on the slope of the crater. He looked at the remaining half of the stone pillars and those steps at the bottom of the valley below, and there were endless questions in his heart.

What kind of scene is the world of Draenor, the home of the orcs?

What kind of power is in that dying world that forced the orcs to invade and migrate?

The most important thing is, is the war really over? Are the orcs who fled back to Draenor really willing to die with their world?

Khadgar's eyes were full of irresolvable doubts, and he instinctively felt that things might not be so simple.

Yes... Soon, soon the answers to all questions will be presented to Khadgar in an unimaginable way.

Of course, that might not be what he wanted...

In the dark sky of the world of Draenor, Tyrion stood above the head of the undead dragon, his gray hair flying around, he watched the green vortex of the dark portal in the distance disappear little by little, and the death knights stood behind him , the little dwarf captured by them was lying on the back of the dragon, staring helplessly, wiping tears, everyone knew...

The way back to Azeroth was closed, and they were thrown here, in a strange world.

Let's go! Let's take a good look at this new world...

Tyrion didn't feel much, but in Draenor he felt the freedom from the bottom of his heart. He snapped his fingers, and the necromantic dragon jumped to kill a wyvern and the orc behind it that couldn't dodge. Knight, amidst the screams of the orc, the death knight played with the brand new skull in his hand, rubbing his chin:

Where should we go first?

By the way... let's go to Shadowmoon Valley first, to see our dear Mr. Ner'zhul.

The Dark Blade Knights have made a decision, let him be the next great chief!

On shelves or something...probably tonight...