Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 146 16. The general's nightmare [17100]

I reported to Dalaran about the changes in the space rift of the Dark Portal three weeks ago! The orcs are probably playing tricks on the other side.

Archmage Khadgar stood at the entrance of the Fortress, looking at the 300 knights from the source, with a very ugly expression on his face:

In the end, I only got 300 reinforcements? Did the bureaucrats of the alliance forget about the orc invasion? If I remember correctly, the war just ended less than 2 months ago!

Seeing that the angry Khadgar had a tendency to simply quit, General Danas Trollbane, who led the army to help, hastily explained:

Don't be angry yet, listen to me! Khadgar.

The general got off his horse and waved to the knights to go to rest first. He stretched out his hand and wrapped his arms around Khadgar's neck with the enthusiasm unique to a warrior. The two of them looked like best friends and walked towards the interior of the newly built Overwatch Castle. walk in.

The kings attach great importance to the news you sent back, and even held a meeting to discuss this matter, but you must also consider the difficulties of the big men.

Danas reached out and stuffed a delicate cigarette into Khadgar's mouth to silence his complaints. He also lit a cigarette himself. Amidst the smoke, he whispered:

The raising of funds for the reconstruction of Stormwind City has already made Gilneas and Stormgard very dissatisfied, and the handling of Alterac is a hot potato. Every country has suffered losses in the war that just ended, and the king is also tightening his belt. Warriors need rewards, knights need fiefdoms, and nobles, while maintaining order, don’t forget to bring those unclaimed lands under their own rule, everyone is very busy...

Hehe, I think they are fools like kings!

Khadgar exhaled, and said tauntingly: Once the orcs attack again, rebuild Stormwind City? That's just a joke! They're all gambling on luck, you know? Danas, they're telling themselves that the orcs don't May come!

But in fact? The energy response of the space crack has been strengthened by 70% within 2 weeks!

With all the rigor of a mage, Khadgar said to his general friend:

We just destroyed the dark portal of Azeroth, but the dark portal of Draenor still exists. Once the orcs find enough energy sources to support the portal, it doesn't even take a day, and they can step back in. Our world... these bloody bureaucrats, are they really gambling?

No one likes to gamble, my friend.

Danas took a deep breath of smoke, exhaled it comfortably, and pressed the unextinguished cigarette in his hand on the steel gauntlet. He raised his head, glanced at Khadgar in the smoke, and said softly :

I'm just an advance army. Turalyon, who is still treating his illness, heard about you and immediately reported to the church. 2,000 paladins have assembled in the northern border. His Majesty Dai Lin promised to send the third fleet of Kul Tiras to send you to the church. They went directly to the coast near Watchfort, and the little king of Stormwind also promised that once the war started, he would send the Night Watch Legion to help the battle immediately, no one is ignoring you, Khadgar, but all this will take time.

There was a hint of doubt in General Danas's eyes, he patted the shoulder of the Archmage, and asked in a low voice:

You were not such an impatient person before, what happened?

Hearing that there were enough reinforcements, the archmage's face softened a little, but facing his friend's question, Khadgar hesitated, stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, took a breath of smoke irritably, and leaned back on the wooden chair , lowered his voice, and said:

Dalaran... I heard from a friend that someone in Dalaran is studying the forbidden magic of the orc warlocks, and even has a faction in its infancy, headed by Mr. Kel'Thuzad, the disciple of Archmage Antonidas , Although that guy is taciturn, but his talent is real, I am worried that his research is too in-depth, and it will cause some unnecessary troubles.

What's there?

Danas was a warrior, and he didn't understand the dispute between mages. He scratched his hair and replied:

Whether it's your magic or the magic of those warlocks, isn't it all like a sword? Whether you do a good deed or a bad deed depends on the thoughts of the sword bearer. That Mr. Kel'Thuzad may not be able to do it just because he learned the magic of a warlock. If you don’t have magic, why don’t you go to the orcs? It’s all human power.”

No, you don't understand, Danas, at the end of the warlock's magic, there is only boundless darkness. It is a spell that flows from the hands of demons, and it is inextricably linked with demons.

Khadgar clenched his fists:

Walking on this road, the higher the talent, the greater the trouble it may cause. It's a pity that I was entangled in the matter of Fort Watch, otherwise I will definitely go back to Dalaran and ask the council of six to order a complete ban on magic by warlocks. Research.

The archmage's worries were not understood by the general. In veteran Danas' mind, the greater the power of magic, the better. As for what the mages thought in their hearts, it didn't matter. Anyway, except for Khadgar, he and the other mages were all They didn't quite hit it off, so after a short silence, Dalaran stood up, shook the ashes from his hand, and said to Khadgar:

Since I'm here, I'll go check out the situation at the Portal of Darkness first. Do you want to come with me?

certainly!

Khadgar straightened his purple robes, brushed his hair, and said to General Danas: I go to monitor the energy activities of the Dark Portal every day, we can go together together, you go first Organize soldiers, I will pack up the magic materials and come soon.

kindness

Danas nodded, turned around and left the rough mage tower that Khadgar had just built. After the general left, the archmage looked to the corner of the room, where a half-orc woman in black leather armor was Playing with his dagger.

She has a good figure, without the bloated feeling of an orc at all. Except for the light green skin caused by drinking the blood of demons, and the small fangs at the corners of her mouth, this half-orc is almost the same as an orc.

The general is laughing at you inside, Khadgar, I can feel it.

Half-orc assassin Garona's voice was hoarse, with a hint of special magnetism. She stood up, inserted the dagger into the scabbard at her waist, swayed, walked to Khadgar's side, and stretched out her hand on the archmage's old cheek After flicking, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Oh, Khadgar, my friend, look at what Medivh has made of you. You were supposed to be a handsome, shy boy...and now you're a very old man.

My soul is still young.

Khadgar was a little uncomfortable with Garona's intimacy. He took a step back, avoiding the assassin's finger. He stretched out his hand to collect the magic materials on the experimental table in front of him, and said to Garona without looking back:

You stay here. This mage's tower is safe. Don't appear beside Danas. He is a good soldier, but he hates orcs very much. Maybe he will draw his sword and kill you.

Only by him?

Garona smiled disdainfully. The half-orc assassin rubbed her forehead. Looking at Khadgar's busy figure, she hesitated for a moment, then said softly:

Ravenholdt Manor sent me another invitation, Khadgar, I may go there after you cure my headache, and I don't know when we will meet next time.

This news stopped Khadgar from sorting out the materials. He raised his head and looked at the Orc Assassin. There was a slight reluctance in his eyes, but his face was full of worry. He said:

Why do you insist on joining that assassin organization? Those rats in the dark are not trustworthy! I will help you continue to find news about the Shadow Council. You are safe here, and you don't need to take risks!

Oh, is this the male chauvinism of your humans? It's no different from orcs.

A strange smile appeared on Garona's face, her figure disappeared suddenly, and when she reappeared behind Khadgar, the assassin reached out and hugged the archmage tenderly, this action made Khadgar's whole body stiff Get up, and then hear Garona whisper in his ear:

But I can't let you protect me all the time, cute little man, you don't want me to fall into danger, and I don't want my only friend to take risks for me, and the Shadow Council, I will handle it myself, Ravenhoe The Manor de Manor has a huge amount of information, I need them, this is my business, Khadgar, you don't need to intervene... When it's all over, I will... I will come back to you.

Don't worry, my little man.

Garona's lips kissed Khadgar's ear, and she whispered, Gul'dan is dead, no one can control me anymore, just find the last shadow... I will be completely free gone.

Khadgar! How long do you want us to wait?!

Danath's loud voice sounded at the door of the mage tower, interrupting the little ambiguity between the two. Garona let out a hoarse laugh, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows, while Khadgar reached out and touched He rubbed his hot earlobe, shook his head, grabbed the backpack on the table, picked up the guardian's staff that was like a chicken leg on the side, and walked out of the mage tower quickly.

After 75 minutes, the knights arrived at the other end of the cursed land from the Fort Watcher. This place was originally called the Black Swamp, but due to the infestation of evil energy, it turned into a dark red wasteland. It began to be called the cursed land, and the remaining small swamp was called Swamp of Sorrows to commemorate the warriors who died here.

Why did you suddenly feel better?

General Danas was riding on an armored warhorse, looking back at the archmage beside him, Khadgar was in a weird state, occasionally frowning, and occasionally smiling silly, this change made Danas a little puzzled, but Facing Danas' sudden question, Khadgar froze for a moment, and disguised his embarrassment with a light cough. He looked back at the crater of the Dark Portal ahead, and said softly:

It's nothing, it's just the fluctuation of today's space rift, some...

Reduced?

General Danas asked casually, but did not get an answer from the mage. He looked back and found that Khadgar, who was riding on a docile mare, had an ugly complexion and wide-eyed eyes, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

What's wrong?

Energy... The active energy is a bit abnormal...

Khadgar subconsciously took out a scroll from the backpack at his waist and held it in the palm of his hand. He frowned and looked at the ruins of the crater in front of him. In his eyes full of magic power, he saw the empty space in the air. Under it, the chaotic and leaping magic power, and with the growth of time, that magic power is becoming more and more violent.

The archmage got off his horse and rushed to the top of the crater, followed by the general who had a premonition that something was wrong.

There is a problem! There is a problem!!

When the magic power gathered to the extreme, the archmage tore apart the scroll in his hand without even looking at it. The cumbersome and mysterious spells were beating in his palm, and a huge group of purple magic power gathered in front of him into arcane power. The arrow pierced the scorching air inside the crater along a chaotic trajectory, and he shouted towards Danas behind him:

Back! Withdraw! The door is about to open! Signal! Signal!

Before the purple arcane arrow smashed down the expanding magic vortex, a black crack suddenly appeared in the empty air, like a black knife mark where the space was torn apart. In the blink of an eye, The crack swelled, like a storm vortex of purple-black magic.

At this moment, the violent wind it blew up the hair of the archmage and the general, and the war horses neighed in terror. Over the Blasted Land, the gloomy and lazy sunlight was also wrapped by rapidly gathering black clouds. In just an instant, The magical lightning that fell from the sky split dozens of dusty depressions on the edge of the crater.

A few unlucky knights tried to pull the reins, but they were struck by the magical lightning that fell from the sky. Their metal armor became a deadly conductor. After screaming, the brave knights, man and horse, became A mass of charred black garbage that smelt of barbecue.

Under the gaze of Khadgar and Danas, the purple-black magic storm spun rapidly, and a dark green light spot was like a ignited spark, spinning along the magic power of the vortex. In less than a second, The purple-black vortex was rendered into a dark green, frightening dark green, exactly the same as the vortex of the Dark Gate.

In the gust of magic power, Khadgar covered his eyes with his palms with difficulty, his purple robe was blown up by the wind, his hair fluttered in the wind, his blue eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

No...