Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 161 31. Desperation 【32100】

The elven ranger who was cared by others didn't know the thoughts in the distance. She stood outside the portal of darkness, on the crater that had been changed in terrain, and let the cold wind blow her long golden hair.

She stared straight at the dark portal in front of her. There were only two huge storm stone pillars left there. The internal portal suddenly went out 7 days ago. It was too fast for people to react, and it directly disrupted the children of Lothar A good plan had been made, and this seemed to be a sudden event, because after the closure of the Dark Portal, the 30,000 orcs who were originally stationed here also suffered an impact.

It seems that even they don't know what happened on the other side of the Dark Portal.

When the alliance army arrived, the nearly collapsed orcs began to retreat in the direction of Stranglethorn Valley under the command of several chiefs. Big win.

But there are still more than 20,000 orcs who fled into the dense forest of Stranglethorn Vale. These free orcs will definitely become troubles for Azeroth...

At this time, behind Alleria was a camp that had just been built. The soldiers of the alliance were going back and forth around the camp, carrying supplies, and it seemed that they planned to stay there for a long time.

The sudden opening of the Dark Portal for the second time sounded the alarm to all the rulers. The threat from the orcs is not over yet, so outside the Watch Fort, the Alliance began to build a second sentry post. This sentry post must have monitoring, warning and counterattack capabilities. Therefore, outside the camp, there are some mages, and the battle mages from Dalaran will also join this sentry post.

They will be led by Archmage Khadgar of Keepwatch.

Aurelia, what are you looking at?

Accompanied by the rapid flapping of the griffin's wings, Alleria's characteristic loud voice sounded above Alleria's head. She raised her head, brushed her long hair blown away by the wind, and saw Kurdran Wildhammer in leather armor Leaping from the griffon, the Wildhammer royal took care of his appearance in a rare way, combing his beard and hair, and even wearing perfume.

Looking at his timid look, he knew that this single dwarf was also attracted by the beauty of the ranger, and became Aurelia's second suitor besides Turalyon. Of course, the ranger also didn't like him. , but unlike the indifference when facing the paladin Turalyon, Alleria and Kurdran can still chat a few words.

The dwarf is a very solid friend, although unlikely to be a boyfriend.

I was wondering what happened on the other side of the Dark Portal.

Alleria smiled and took the fruit Kurdran handed over. She sat on the stone, and the dwarf sat cross-legged beside her, and the two chatted.

Why did the portal of darkness controlled by the orcs suddenly close when they clearly had the upper hand... and how long did it take us to open it and enter Draenor?

Uh, your idea is a bit weird.

Kurdran shrugged, raised his head and took a sip of wine, he wiped the wine stains from his mouth, looked at the door of darkness in the sunken valley in front of him, and said in a low voice:

If possible, I don't want to go into the Dark Portal. God knows what there is. Orcs may not be the worst.

But we always have to find a way to solve this hidden danger. Khadgar is right. We can't hand over the initiative of the war to the orcs.

Alleria took a bite of the berry and said to the dwarf:

Sooner or later we'll have to get over it and completely destroy it on the other side.

I saw Khadgar yesterday. His face was very ugly. It is said that he just came back from Dalaran.

The dwarf happily shared his gossip:

It is said that he had a quarrel with the archmages of Dalaran, and those archmages were unwilling to help him. In fact, no one in the entire northern border, from the king to the farmer, wanted us to take the initiative to open the door of darkness, so Khadgar He decided to do his own research, and he also said that he would go to Karazhan, but according to him, this time is estimated to be very long... It may take half a year, or even a year.

So what do you think those kings are like?

The ranger looked at the dwarf and lowered his voice:

Isn't it like putting your head in the ground and pretending you can't see a dangerous ostrich?

Pfft, hahaha, this metaphor is very vivid!

Kurdran laughed loudly, but after the laugh, the atmosphere between the two became low. After the dwarf finished drinking a bottle of wine, he asked in a low voice:

You are very sad, Aurelia. Although you sometimes laugh, your smile is also full of sadness. You are so persistent in wanting to enter that world. Is there something important to you there? ?”

This question made Ranger silent for a few minutes. When she raised her head, a gust of wind blew her long hair again. Covered by the scattered golden hair, Ranger's voice was very soft, like a whisper in the wind. .

Yes, there is something I must bring back, there is a person I must meet, there is a poor creature hiding in that world, and he is waiting for me to save him.

At the same time, at Fort Watch on the edge of the cursed land, Archmage Khadgar, who was studying in the mage's tower, also encountered a special guest.

Khadgar, who received the news, walked into the lobby of the only hotel in the Watch Fort with his messy hair. It was full of soldiers who came to pass the time. There was a lot of laughter, and the waitress who delivered the wine walked back and forth around the table, serving glasses of barley beer to the guests, flexibly dodging those salty pig hands that stretched out, and even said a few nasty words to those familiar soldiers.

In short, the hall of the entire tavern was very noisy, but also full of vitality.

Khadgar's guest is a person of status, so it is naturally impossible to sit with the rude soldiers. The archmage walked up the steps to the third floor. Between the thick wooden boards, there was little noise from the hall. A lot, and when he stepped into the small bar on the third floor, the guest was already waiting for him.

It was a well-dressed man who looked to be in his 30s. His hair was neatly combed and his beard was trimmed to perfection. He was wearing a long black trench coat with a northern Xinjiang style, and the inner dress was decorated with white lace By the side, it looks like a noble lord with status.

In fact, Khadgar knew that this was a real nobleman, a powerful lord who was rumored to inherit the rule of Alterac. When Khadgar walked into the wine hall, this elegant nobleman just put down Putting down the wine glass in his hand, he turned his head to look at the archmage, not angry because of Khadgar's poor appearance, on the contrary, there was a gentle smile in those bright black eyes.

Come for a drink, Master Khadgar, you look tired.

Hello, Lord Prestor.

Khadgar is also welcome. He studied magic with the eccentric Medivh in Karazhan for several years, and he has also acquired Medivh's informal character habits. Frankly speaking, he is unwilling to deal with nobles, and he is even more troubled by those red tapes. big.

He sat across from Mr. Lord, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip. The next moment, the face of the archmage turned red, and the fine wine that flowed into his throat rushed into his stomach like a fire. Khadgar almost cried out, but as the wine melted in his stomach, a warm feeling filled his body and even dispelled his mental exhaustion.

Dragon fire wine carefully brewed by the dwarf brewmaster. It is said that it is very suitable for mages to drink. How does it taste? Master Khadgar?

The lord in front of him asked with a smile, and Khadgar groaned comfortably. After a while, he opened his eyes, and the tiredness in his eyes was swept away. Looking at the lord in front of him, he suddenly felt that the nobleman seemed not so Hate it.

This wine is really good, nothing to say!

Khadgar gave a compliment, but the next moment, he turned to the topic:

You are here to track down the book of Medivh that was stolen by the orcs, right? It is a valuable collection of the royal family of Alterac. I can understand your eagerness, but unfortunately, the book has been brought into the book by the orcs. The world of Draenor...and you probably already know that.

Khadgar made a regretful expression:

The portal of darkness has been closed. We can't get into Draenor, so we can't get that book back for you, at least not in the short term.

These words made Lord Prestor's expression serious, he coughed lightly, and said:

The Book of Medivh is the treasure of Alterac. We have to get it no matter what we pay, and I have also heard about the quarrel between you and the masters of Dalaran. You seem to be determined to reopen it. The Dark Portal?

Yes! I must open it and enter Draenor!

Khadgar's eyes were a little fascinated. The dragon fire wine has a very powerful stamina. Even the dwarves dare not drink too much of this wine. The archmage just took a big sip and was still able to talk, which proves that he has a good capacity for alcohol. Yes, but his thinking was affected, and Khadgar’s words and complaints increased. He waved his arms and said loudly:

The mages of the council of six are too short-sighted. The retreat of the orcs this time does not mean that they will retreat next time. The Dark Portal cannot be destroyed, and the war will never end. I have the responsibility to fulfill the last wish of my mentor before he died. I It must be done! I must bring peace to Azeroth!

This answer caused Lord Prestor's eyes to flash a strange light. He smiled and said in a deep voice:

Then, no matter what the king and mages think, Alterac absolutely supports you in doing this!

what why?

The drunken Khadgar asked naively: Are you going to fight against the kings?

I just want to recover the treasure of my motherland, and...if necessary, to wash away the shame His Majesty Aiden has brought to Alterac.

Lord Prestor stroked his beard and said to Khadgar:

Now we can only count on you to open the Dark Portal to recover the Book of Medivh, can't we? So no matter what you need, you can ask me, and I will try my best to meet your research needs. Of course, this You have to pay the merchants, but I have some contacts in Alterac, so you can definitely get the best price.

Oh, thank you! Then thank you very much, Lord Prestor, you are the first noble to support me.

The stamina of the spirits hit, and Khadgar couldn't even stand upright. Lord Prestor helped him out of the tavern. When sending Khadgar back to the mage's tower, the lord whispered:

Then in order for us to cooperate happily with each other, I will send a servant to be your assistant permanently in Fort Watch!

Good! Very good! I'm very welcome, uh... hiccup

Watching Khadgar staggeringly enter the mage tower, the smile in Lord Prestor's eyes dissipated. He looked back at the closed door of darkness in the distance. A glint of anger flashed in the eyes of this mysterious nobleman. But in the end, he patted his dress lightly, got into the carriage brought by the servants, and quickly disappeared on the road of the cursed land.

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Ahh! Failed again!

The bronze dragon Sefiel in the form of an elf looked at the fragmented timeline like glass in front of her eyes. She was a little manic and grabbed her soft hair. This was her 37th attempt. In the forest of Hinterlands, in Terri When Ang and Saurfang were fighting, they directly erased Tyrion's existence, but the consequences were the same as the previous 36 times. The moment Tyrion disappeared, the timeline also collapsed.

This means that the former ant-like guy has grown to the point where she can affect the entire world line due to her negligence... In the silent changes in the future, the death knight Tyrion has also become this An integral part of the time when the bar is changed.

Just like the young Alsace and the little orc Thrall, once his state changes, it will also cause unpredictable changes in the timeline.

And all of this started from the decisive battle in the Burning Plain... At the moment when Sefiel and his friends tried to terminate Tyrion, another force affected the timeline and prevented their capture. The result was now disastrous.

Sefiel followed the timeline to the future, but at the end of this timeline, there were already fragments of chaos. Even with the ability of the bronze dragon, it was impossible to see a clear future in these fragments.

Sefiel squatted down in fear, she held her delicate cheeks in both hands, big tears flowed from her fingers, this incident caused her a lot of pressure, she was just a young dragon after all, It is equivalent to a human girl who has just turned 18.

Woooooh, Lord Nozdormu will definitely punish me...I ruined the entire timeline, he will think I am a waste, I will be ridiculed by my companions, and I will be hated by Chromina Guy laughing for life...No! Can't! Can't do this!

I'm going to change it!

A trace of killing intent flashed across Safiel's tear-stained face, and she looked back at the fragments of time behind her, which was the fragment of Tyrion leading the death knights into the portal of darkness.

You went to Draenor? Just... Erasing you in another world won't affect the timeline of Azeroth... Just right!

I'm going to the Dark Portal, I'm going to kill...wait, the Dark Portal...is closed?

Ahhh! Tyrion! I'm going to kill you!