Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 165 3. Different Draenor 【36100】

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The purple light swelled and spun, like a drowning person struggling desperately, sticking his cheeks out of sleep, and the distorted light curtain was finally broken through after reflecting the complete human face.

Holding the staff of the guardian, Khadgar, who was covered with defensive magic all over his body, opened his eyes. He moved his body and pulled himself out of the viscous magic vortex.

He stood on the steps of the Dark Portal on the side of Draenor, and as the first human to enter the world of Draenor, he stared directly at the scene in front of him.

Oh...as hell!

Yes, beyond the Dark Portal, there is not a fertile prairie, or a lush forest. The Hellfire Peninsula is dilapidated, and the barren dark red land is full of cracks. No plant can survive in such an environment. The sky above his head is gloomy, just like the cursed land, and the pale light that sometimes appears in the clouds further exacerbates this doomsday scene.

This is still due to the recovery of the spirits of the elements in this world, which has stagnated the corruption of fel energy from Shadowmoon Valley, otherwise the situation in Hellfire Peninsula will only get worse.

Under Khadgar's gaze, right in front of the Dark Portal, the huge, black fortress located under the ravine in the ground stood like a sleeping monster on the wasteland, except for it Outside, the land is almost empty.

No orcs! There is no fierce battle as imagined! There is no danger on the bright side...Here, there is nothing but despair and death!

This is the hometown of green skins?

The second General Danas who stepped through the Dark Portal stared dumbfounded at everything in front of him. After a while, he whispered:

If the world is like this, I may understand why those orcs have repeatedly invaded Azeroth...Compared with this, our hometown is like a paradise.

no!

Khadgar shook his head, he looked southwest, his fingers collided:

There, in that direction, I feel the existence of magic power! There must be life in this world...but the land in front of me is probably gone.

The senses of mages and warriors are like this, and behind him, the expedition team is slowly passing through the Dark Portal. Turalyon, the leader of the paladins, is riding on a horse. Looking at the Hellfire Peninsula in front of him, he shook his head, and Just when he was about to give an order, a vague voice appeared in his ears.

It's like... like a hymn!

Did you hear that?

Turalyon grabbed General Danath's arm violently, and he said in a deep voice:

Have you heard it? The singing! Holy, pure, full of the perception of the Holy Light, the singing! The sound of the hymn! Didn't you hear it?

Are you unwell, Turalyon?

Khadgar looked at the leader of the paladins with a strange expression, and said in a low voice, Your soul injury is still not healed, you should listen to me and stay in the Fortress.

No, no! Khadgar, I am not hallucinating!

Turalyon grabbed the attendant beside him. It was a tall human knight named Jor-El. He was once the adjutant of the dead great knight Gavinrad, and now he is the captain of the expeditionary team of paladins.

Joe, tell them what you heard!

After Turalyon said something, Paladin Jor-El hesitated, but after a while, he pointed to the southwest:

Indeed, what the general said is right, I can also hear the singing, if there is anything, it is in that direction! Something is calling us... It is a holy and bright existence.

This phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of the Sons of Lothar. The expedition camped on the land closest to the Dark Portal. After detailed investigation, Khadgar was surprised to find that only the paladins and the priests accompanying the army could hear the so-called No one else, neither Ranger nor Griffin Rider, could hear his singing.

So, the call of the Holy Light?

The archmage frowned: In this desolate world, is there a holy light?

Purer than the holy light we encountered in Azeroth! Khadgar!

Turalyon pulled the archmage's arm sincerely, looked around, and said softly:

There must be a holy light creature in this world that is more powerful than Azeroth. I must pass this news back to the headquarters of the Silver Hand! If it really exists, then this world... this world will become the paladin's Holy Land!

This is the world of the orcs! It has malice against us! Turalyon!

The archmage said sharply:

Are you crazy? Are you trying to summon some paladins before we have a firm foothold? This is too risky! I can't agree!

This scolding made the great knight who was inspired by the holy light sober up. He thought for a while and nodded.

You're right, Khadgar, I'm a little impatient, at least we can't act rashly until we see that existence with our own eyes... Forgive my recklessness.

Khadgar shook his head, dealing with paladins is fine, they are friendly, humble and helpful, but when it comes to faith, these guys armed with the Holy Light will become different, stubborn, impulsive and Aggressive, for any enemy who does not believe in the Holy Light, they are eager to show the greatness of the Holy Light.

And Khadgar, like other mages, has a scrutiny attitude towards any belief. Deep down in his heart, he does not believe that the Holy Light is truly selfless. Any belief has its own shortcomings, and the same is true for the Holy Light.

But this is not what he needs to consider the most. Khadgar raised his head, and more than 30 griffins, carrying dwarves and human griffin riders, rushed to every direction of this endless wasteland. , sending back information about the dead Hellfire Peninsula, while on the other side, the knights led by Danas himself have already begun to explore the surrounding environment.

There's an orc camp over there!

Ten minutes later, Alleria, who was riding a war horse, stopped in front of the archmage heroically. She pointed to the southeast direction, and the ranger had a strange expression on his face:

The building is still intact and there are no traces of damage. From what we saw, it seems to have been abandoned on its own initiative. The orcs there left in a hurry. After leaving the camp, the traces they left behind became scattered. It looks like a big war happened, but the strangest thing is here!

Alleria looked at the Hellfire Citadel in the distance with some anxiety, and said softly:

The bodies in the fortress are gone... In fact, we haven't found a single body in every stronghold we've found. Khadgar, this place is not right! Prepare your defenses ahead of time.

Thank you, Alleria.

Khadgar nodded to the ranger captain. The more information they collected, the more doubts the archmage had in his heart. In the end, he also set his sights on the dead and silent Hellfire Citadel ahead.

The archmage had a hunch that all the secrets would be answered in that huge fortress.

And the activities of the Alliance Expeditionary Army could not be hidden from the current owner of this land. In the quiet and warm darkness, the lord wearing a long black dress turned over on his large bed. The looming figure is even more noticeable, and the moment the first sentry team of the alliance approached her fort, the lord opened his eyes suddenly.

In the darkness, it was a throbbing blood red, like two groups of evil fires being lit.

Hehe... finally have fun.

The news of the arrival of guests from another world immediately appeared in Tyrion's mind. On the dark temple in the distant Shadowmoon Valley, Lord Darkblade stood up from his cold throne. Walk to the edge of the roof and look at the knights patrolling around the repaired dark temple below.

There was a different emotion in his icy blue eyes, and he called out in the spiritual link. Soon, the shadow behind him danced, revealing the figure of the blood watcher. Compared with a year ago, Nasa The rebellious aura on his body was much less, as if he had fully recognized his current situation in time and chose to obey.

But this does not mean that she is completely devoted to Tyrion. In fact, she is still doing her own thing, but she will no longer actively challenge the bottom line of the death lord in front of her.

The Portal of Darkness has still been opened, but we have won a year and six months, which is enough, Nasa, send your watchers to Azeroth before those humans close the Portal of Darkness. Contact our agent over there...

Contact is not a problem.

Nasa's fingers were shaking, and a small dagger danced back and forth in her hand, like a butterfly piercing a flower. She glanced at Tyrion's back and said in a low voice:

But it's been a year and a half since we last contacted him. Who knows if that goblin is still loyal to us? You also know that even after death, you can easily buy him with money.

If he betrays, then there is no need for him to exist.

Tyrion waved his fingers:

His life and death are decided by you. The friends of the alliance step into this world. They are not troublesome, but I have to solve the matter in the peak forest of Alanka first...so the war can only be handed over to Lu Minas, I hope she will show mercy to the guests.

Don't blame me for not reminding you, Tyrion, you are always so confident.

Nasa's figure disappeared into the darkness, and her voice became deeper:

There is also a huge time bomb beside you, and she holds most of the secrets of the Dark Blade Knights. Once this bomb explodes, the world under your rule will have no secrets in front of the alliance... So, do you need me to help you get rid of her?

No need!

The death knight whispered: She is also a member of the Dark Blade Knight. I believe that after being with us for so long, her sense of death must be very different...but your consideration is also reasonable.

boom

Tyrion snapped his fingers in the darkness, and a moment later, a Broken Man wearing a unique shaman robe, two golden sickles on his waist, and a skull pendant on his back walked into the roof. After raising his head, he said in a hoarse voice:

What are your orders? Master.

Akama, how is your connection with Teledore?

Tyrion asked another matter, and Akama, the leader of the Ashtongue Broken, who had become a powerful shaman, respectfully replied:

The draenei of Teledor still reject us, but thanks to your kindness, the way of elements has begun to spread throughout Draenor's Broken camp. The leader of the Broken in Dore, my former friend Nobundo maintains contact, but Nobundo's status in Tyred Dore is not noble... It's hard to say whether he can rank among those arrogant Draenei upper class.

That's enough, you're doing well.

Tyrion nodded. He looked back at the leader of the Broken. He still vividly remembered the scene when they met for the first time 2 years ago. At that time, Akama was shriveled, mentally weak, and lost the faith of the Holy Light. It made him a little hopeless, but after learning the shaman's way of elements, Akama, who had regained his faith, became stronger.

Not only did he regain his power, but more importantly, the new faith filled the emptiness in his and his people's hearts, making Ash Tongue Broken a force that cannot be ignored in the Dark Temple in the past two years.

Although Akama himself is grateful to Tyrion, it is hard to say whether he is loyal to the death knight.

Continue to maintain your connection with Teledore. If necessary, I may need you to use this connection to form a bridge between the Dark Blade Knights and the Draenei. In addition, you should tell Ella personally!

Hellfire Citadel has encountered some kind of threat, and her good friend Luminas needs help, so I will send her to Hellfire Peninsula with a part of the Broken and Death Knights to prepare her for the war!

Obey, Master.

Akama's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, and the death knight's eyes narrowed. He was thinking about another thing in his heart.

Engineer Ella, a dwarf who lives among the dead, you seem to have adapted to this high-ranking life, but you will meet your former friends, face your current friends, Luminas who has been protecting you ...between the living and the dead, what choice will you make?

I'm curious...