Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 157 27. Happy Cooperation! 【28100】

Aurelia! You made your own decision!

After the meeting ended, the newly formed Sons of Lothar began to prepare. Since they decided to enter the Dark Portal, there are too many things to prepare. Even with an elite army of 30,000 orcs, it is impossible for them to stage a matchless battle.

But not everyone expressed congratulations on the establishment of Sons of Lothar. After the meeting ended, Lor'themar Theron walked into Alleria's tent with a cold face. He was very dissatisfied with Lady Ranger's self-assessment .

I know you want to meet Tyrion, but this is too risky, and the human plan has almost no chance of success!

The ranger lord said in a deep voice: We are a group, and it is the responsibility of all of us to recover Tyrion, not to let you take risks alone!

I've made up my mind! Lor'themar, there's no need to say any more.

Alleria sat on her chair and wiped Sasdora. She said without looking back:

Kassel will go with me. After we leave, you must take care of Myra. He is the only young man left in the Dawnblade family. To be honest, based on what I know about Tyrion now No one can predict what will happen if Myra appears in front of him.

The expedition team of Quel'Thalas was established under the auspices of Prince Kael'thas. Apart from supporting the alliance's front-line warfare, this expedition team also had an important task, which was to contact Tyrion. Blade, if it is still possible, invite him back to Quel'Thalas. To be honest, this is an expression of goodwill from Silvermoon City, but as the commander of the expedition, Alleria is very pessimistic about this task.

She knew that Tyrion's temperament had changed drastically, and she also made the last and most difficult psychological preparation before setting off, but her determined sacrifice did not mean that she would watch others follow her into a desperate situation.

Listen to me, Alleria, you don't need to take risks!

Lor'themar persuaded: We can wait for time, time is on our side, we can wait until there is a peaceful time, and then contact Tyrion...

That's too late. The darkness is devouring his remaining emotions every minute and every second. If he keeps waiting, he will only wait for a monster completely shrouded in darkness.

Alleria breathed a sigh of relief: You don't need to persuade me anymore, Lothama, when I set off from Quel'Thalas, I had already prepared for the worst.

What if you fail? What if Tyrion is really beyond repair?

Lor'themar's voice raised several degrees: You are equivalent to throwing yourself into a trap. In another world, we can't even save you!

If I can't save him...

Alleria reached out and grabbed the pendant around her neck. She looked back at Lor'themar, her eyes full of stubbornness and firmness:

I will accompany him...I will not let him fall into the boundless darkness alone, this is what I have to do!

You...you've gone crazy.

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The environment of Hellfire Peninsula is still as bad as ever. Even after the Draenor elements awakened, the hell-like look and feel here has not changed much. On the one hand, the degree of evil energy pollution is too deep; As long as the gate still exists, this land will not be liberated from pollution.

But it is much better than Shadowmoon Valley, at least there will be no meteor-like falling objects in the dark sky, and there will be no scorching evil smell in the air. Although the ground is cracked, it is still intact, and there is no explosion from the ground The fel magma that was released, if Shadowmoon Valley is the real hell, then the Hellfire Peninsula is the area where hell and the world intersect.

The warriors of the Horde are still on the other side of the Dark Portal. The supplies they plundered and traded from Stranglethorn Valley and Blackrock Spire are still there, and they need to be guarded. The alliance's counterattack also needs to be vigilant. Until further decisions are made, the Dark Portal will remain open. If necessary, the orcs can return to Draenor as quickly as possible.

And it was Varok Saurfang who was in charge of guarding the Dark Portal and the Skull of Gul'dan that served as the gate.

The new warchief, Ner'zhul, trusted him as much as Orgrim had trusted him.

Stay vigilant! If there is any problem, report to me!

Varok, with his battle ax on his back, patrolled the defense of the Dark Portal. On the other side of the gate, his brother Brox was guarding. His brother also escaped his life in Orgrim's defeat.

Overseer, someone wants to see you!

The orc's messenger appeared next to Varok, who nodded and motioned for him to bring the visitor. A moment later, the tall Grokush walked away with a nervous female orc and a little orc girl. In front of Varok, when the latter saw the female orc and the little girl, his complexion became ugly.

Nora, and Sora, you should stay in Nagrand!

Varok stepped forward and hugged his wife and his brother's daughter, while Saurfang's wife Nora held her husband's arm and whispered in his ear:

A female elf brought us here, and she told us that you are in danger.

It's your people!

After Varok heard it, he glared at Glokush in front of him. He protected his wife and niece behind him, held the weapon behind his fingers, and growled in a low voice:

What the hell are you trying to do! Death knight! I will fulfill my promise at any time, you don't need to threaten me with my relatives!

Valok, you don't need to fulfill that cruel promise.

Glokush said in a low voice:

I'm here to tell you the truth about the cooperation between Tyrion and Ner'zhul, as well as the future fate of this world. Tyrion needs you to do something for him as a price for repaying his life-saving grace.

I don't trust you guys!

Varok lowered his finger, looked at the orc death knight in front of him with hostility, and said:

Don't let me betray the Horde and the warchief! I'd rather die!

But you'll have to serve him when you're dead...that's even worse, why don't you hear what I have to say?

Glokush winked at the orc warrior, who glanced at his wife and niece, called his guards to protect them, and followed the death knight into the corner.

Tyrion is deceiving Ner'zhul. The artifacts you have recovered will not save Draenor! Demons will still come, and once Ner'zhul uses them, demons will come immediately!

Glokush's first words made Varok almost jump up in shock, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Hellfire Citadel, about to rush out.

I'm going to tell the warchief!

Tyrion has gone... He is in a showdown with your warchief, the cooperation between the two parties is over, and the hostile war will follow!

Glokush grabbed Varok's arm and said in a deep voice:

During the few days you went to Azeroth, Tyrion aroused tens of thousands of undead in Auchindoun, and was heading towards the Hellfire Peninsula. Believe me, the real fight depends on the Hellfire Peninsula. Soldiers, you will definitely lose!

He wants to kill them all? That bastard!

Varok clenched his fist, but the next moment, he raised his head and looked at Glokush:

You are also on his side, why are you telling me this! Did you betray him?

He told me to tell you, Varok, the last hope of the orcs is in Azeroth, and most of the orc warriors are there. Ner'zhul is not worth relying on. What you have to do now is to bring With your wife, your unborn child, and your niece, take as many people as you can through the Dark Portal, and we will close it here.

Glokush glanced at the Dark Portal not far away, and lowered his voice:

No one told you to betray the tribe, think about it, we can attack here by force, once we close the dark gate, what will the reaction of the tribe soldiers who have not heard of it, they will be chaotic, and even kill each other , and the eyeing alliance will not let go of this opportunity.

Of course you can be loyal to your great chief, fight with me here, and watch the tribe that has finally been united split again and be completely wiped out by the alliance of another world, or you can send a message to let them do a good job. Get ready...to recuperate and live in another world, you can choose whatever you want, Saurfang, this is your freedom.

Blackhand let go of Varok's arm, and he whispered:

Ner'zhul cannot save you, only you can save yourself!

Nagrand and our relatives, children...

Saurfang said with difficulty: I can't just...can't just give them up!

No one will harm them, Tyrion promised!

Glokush made the pledge:

After we have cleared the last of Ner'zhul's forces, I will find a chance to send them to Azeroth. I do not promise as Glokush, I promise you as Blackhand! As long as They don't fight against the Dark Blade Knights, no one will hurt them! But Ner'zhul may use that thing at any time, you better make a decision quickly!

Let me think about it for a moment...

Varok crouched on the ground with his head in his arms. The pressure that this brave orc warrior bears at this moment is enough to crush anyone. His eyes flicked back and forth between Hellfire Citadel and the Portal of Darkness. Finally, he stood up, Glancing at Glokush, he turned and walked towards the barracks.

A few minutes later, the orc soldiers guarding the Dark Portal were gathered.

Saurfang stood on the dais and shouted:

Warriors of the Horde! We are going to support our compatriots in Azeroth. Now, cross the Dark Portal at the fastest speed!

No one doubted Saurfang's order. Led by the Warlords, the orcs rushed into the Dark Portal quickly. Varok stood on the edge of the Dark Portal, hugging his wife and niece. He said softly:

Nora, remember what I told you? When you're there, find Grommash and Fenris...tell them...

Saurfang pursed his lips, hugged his wife and niece tightly, gritted his teeth and said:

If Tyrion wins, this place will be full of undead, and if Ner'zhul wins, it won't get any better... Tell them, don't come back! This is not home anymore!

This world has no future to speak of! Let them lead their compatriots to live well in Azeroth!

Valok, come with us!

Saurfang's wife begged, and she put Varok's hand on her stomach, whispering:

Think of Dranosh, think of your son, come with us, please.

Take it easy, Nora.

With a difficult smile on Varok's face, he kissed his wife and said:

I will survive, I will go to Azeroth to see you, believe me! This is my promise...Protect our son, Nora, let him grow up well, become a warrior of the new tribe, and Like his father.

Farewell, my love!

After finishing speaking, Varok pushed his wife into the Dark Portal, patted his niece on the head, and stuffed a dagger into her hand:

Sola, protect your aunt, meet your father, tell him...his brother didn't embarrass him! Until the moment of my death, I will not be a traitor!

Uncle Varok, come with me...

hum

Sola's immature cry and his wife's wailing were blocked by the light curtain of the Dark Portal. The next moment, in the emptied barracks, the blood mage Seven and Autumn manipulated the magic power to turn the Skull of Gul'dan against the darkness. The charge of the gate is cut off.

Accompanied by the reverse rotation of the dark green energy vortex, in less than 2 seconds, the gate connecting the two worlds completely dissipated. As the light plume of energy scattered, Saurfang wiped his eyes with his hand, he turned Turning around, he pulled out the battle ax behind him. In front of his eyes, the death knights of the Dark Blade Knights were looking at him.

Warok, why bother?

A trace of heaviness and sadness flashed through Glokush's gray eyes. He looked at Varok Saurfang who was left alone in front of the Dark Portal, and said in a low voice:

You could have lived with your family, you could have watched your son grow up, Tyrion already said, you don't need to keep that promise...why?

I am Varok Saurfang! Brox's brother!

The orc warlord held the battle ax in both hands, and he roared:

I can sacrifice everything for the people, but I can't allow myself to betray the tribe...the only way to die is for the betrayer! I will shed my last drop of blood for the tribe! Come on, Blackhand, kill me here! Let me Die like a real orc warrior!

well...

Glokush took a step back. Luminas, Rogelio and the two blood mages held their weapons tightly. They stepped forward. Before the fierce battle between the two sides began, Saurfang looked at Glokush who turned and left. , he exclaimed:

Tell me! Blackhand, is it worth it? You turned your back on everything and died a liar, a coward, a madman! Was it worth it?

I fight for the Horde! You...who are you fighting for?

worth!

Look around you, Varok, those culprits who made Draenor what it is now, those shameless black hands hidden from the fate, those who treat us as pawns and victims, those who wantonly manipulate the two worlds just to Enemies who satisfy their dirty pleasures...I'll find them someday! That's what I'm dead and still holding on to my weapon!

The shout stopped Glokush in his footsteps. He turned around, looked at Saurfang with gray eyes, and he replied in a word:

What did I die for? What did I fight for!

Varok Saurfang, the hero of the Horde...go all the way!