Azeroth Trail of Light

Hellfire Peninsula, this is a hell within a hell, a desert within a desert, where ruthlessness is synonymous, and cruelty is the explanation here.

When Gul'dan blocked the elements of Draenor, attracted demons to attack, and caused the world to shatter, all life was killed in this place once called the Nataan jungle, and the earth was torn in half. Disappearing in the Twisting Nether, half of it is barely connected to Draenor. Unfortunately, on this half, there are only poisonous gas, poisonous water and disgusting air. The frenzied mana storm blows here, tearing apart anyone who dares to enter here. life.

This is like the real doomsday described by those scholars, even crueler than the doomsday.

At the forefront of the Hellfire Peninsula, there is a wide road called the Road of Glory. It is said that this is the marching road built by the orcs when they invaded Azeroth. Occupied by the Hand clan, one of the leaders who invaded Azeroth back then, the patriarch of the Shattered Hand clan, Kargath Bladefist, a former hero of the orcs, led his twisted orcs infused with evil blood to station on the road of glory In the last Hellfire Citadel, Illidan, the king of Outland, guards this barren land for his new master.

In the past years, the Fort of Honor northeast of Hellfire Citadel has always been the biggest enemy of the Shattered Hand clan. The most elite fighters in the first orc war, they are even crazier than the orcs.

Although the number is a disadvantage, in every confrontation, Kargath is at a disadvantage, but this situation has been improved after Illidan brought them fresh blood. The orcs of the Shattered Hand clan thought that They could take revenge, but the chief asked them not to attack the alliance fighters in Honor Hold.

No one dared to disobey Kargath's order, so Honor Hold lived a very peaceful time.

Danas looked at the black-clothed warlock in front of him, his wolf-like eyes were full of doubts. For Danas, who had been on the battlefield since he was a child, there was always a "troll killer" in his body. "The blood of the family, even though he has reached middle age, he can still wield a heavy axe and easily kill those provocative orcs.

Never give up.

It stands to reason that with such a hard-core military style, it is difficult to accept a warlock who is entangled with demons into his fortress, and he is a guy of unknown origin, but Danas is not stubborn, especially this warlock A situation that brought rare moments of rest to his weary soldiers.

But today, this guy came again, and brought a piece of news that Danas couldn't believe.

"What did you say?"

The old general raised his white eyebrows, and the scars on his face also jumped up, making him look extraordinarily ferocious, like a fierce tiger ready to hunt at any time,

"Are you going to open the Dark Portal? Are you crazy? Or did I hear it wrong? Do you know how much we paid to close it?"

There are three people in the command room, next to Danas and the warlock, there is a young high elf sitting there in charge of recording. He has a standard high elf face, with long, smooth golden hair hanging on his shoulders, looking She has an outstanding demeanor, but those eyes are very similar to human pupils.

This was General Turalyon and Lady Alleria's son, Alator the Redeemer, a paladin, a skilled warrior in his youth.

Hearing Danas' unceremonious questioning, Warlock smiled. He raised his head, revealing his thin and pale face. There was an undisguised green light in the depths of his eyes. He was wearing a hood, like a The incarnation of secrets, he looked at Danas, took out a letter from his arms, placed it on Danas's table, and lightly touched it with his fingers.

"Since I came to Honor Hold until now, you have never asked me about my identity. I am very grateful for your "trust", general, but today is the day we say goodbye and open the door of darkness. Sorry, I am not asking for you Opinion, but to inform you, get ready, it's time for you to go home!"

Danas' eyes narrowed, murderous aura surged in the command room, but the black-robed warlock didn't care, he grinned, put his arms on the table, approached Danas, and whispered ,

"Her Majesty Kalia Menethil, Queen of Lordaeron, Her Majesty Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, Her Majesty Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Mr. Dick, Grand Duke of Theramore, these great figures entrust My greetings to you, General Danas, your battlefield is not here, at least not now!"

Danas frowned. He didn't open the letter on the table, nor did he care about the warlock's disrespect. Instead, he asked in a low voice,

"So, you represent the league? So, they've been paying attention to us all these years? Tsk tsk, it's an honor."

He said he was honored, but the old general didn't have a look of honor on his face. Obviously, he didn't seem to have much affection for the top management of the alliance.

And his question also made the warlock laugh,

"No, no, no...you misunderstood, general, I don't belong to the alliance. In fact, I am serving Illidan...yes, the king of Outland."

Smart people don't need to talk too much to understand each other's meaning. The old general blinked his eyes knowingly, indicating that he can go, but the warlock stood up, but did not leave immediately, but looked at the person who had been Staring at his high elves,

"And you, poor Alator, Ms. Sylvanas and Ms. Vereesa are very concerned about your news, so you'd better not let your elders down, especially after they have lost a relative in the case of."

The warlock pulled up his hood, and then walked out of the command room. Alator was still in shock from the words just now, while Danas had already taken out his pipe, using the smoke to calm his emotions, while After reading the letter, he leaned back in his chair, put his head on the backrest, and let out a puff of smoke.

There was a suffocating silence, and after a few minutes, Danas' voice came over,

"Alator, get the soldiers ready, we... we're going home!"

"General! The opening of the Dark Portal may make those crazy evil orcs of the Shattered Hand clan..."

"This is an order!"

Danas yelled, more like venting his emotions, but after he calmed down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Alator,

"Son, I'm sorry, but this is a secret that I can't let you know for the time being. Go ahead and pass the order. We will have many companions. Although it is bad to flee without fighting, it is also an exciting thing to be able to go home." thing."

Danas turned out of the window, looking at the barren red land,

"This goddamn place, this goddamn scenery, I've seen enough... Go home! Let's go home."

On the other side, Khadgar and other refugees who escaped from Shattrath's back door in the dark were sitting on completely different mounts, speeding along the difficult mountain road in Taikaro Forest towards Hellfire Peninsula. Behind the team of tens of thousands of people, an army of Breakers is biting hard. This is not acting. Those refugees at the end, as long as they cannot dodge in time, will be hit by the magic energy shells fired by those Breakers. Or be slashed to the ground by the Broken Assassin scurrying through the crowd.

"God, it's like hunting wild deer, we're killing it."

Khadgar couldn't bear to hear the screams and screams from behind, and Kurdran, who was standing beside him, even turned his head away from looking at the tragic situation behind.

It's not like acting at all, those broken ones, they take pleasure in killing refugees! Like... just like the orcs that Khadgar remembered invading his homeland, even more brutal than those orcs.

But the mage knows that he can't take the initiative to stop those chasing soldiers. This is the cruelest thing. Just like Isana said, they are all pawns. It can be said that the hacking and killing of the broken ones only made the drama more real.

But this is too cruel!

Khadgar felt that he couldn't just watch this happen. He waved the staff in his hand, looking for something that could help the refugees. When the large army crossed the back of the red hill, Khadgar All the accumulated magic power gushed out, and a madly twisting blue magic storm hit the top of the hill, causing the top rock to slide down from the mountain wall crazily.

The Broken vanguards who couldn't dodge in time were crushed by the rocks falling from the sky on the road of escape. The angry blow made the refugees scream. They thought it was the magic shot by the chasing soldiers. Khadgar wanted to help They, in the end, almost caused a cruel stampede.

"Do you know how many people will be killed if you show this limelight?"

Five minutes later, Isana stood in front of Khadgar and said in a tone of sternness and disappointment, "Do you know how much we sacrificed for this transfer? You thought those who were left behind Are the refugees innocent? You know nothing! You reckless fool!"

The mage looked at Isana in surprise,

"You mean, they...they are..."

"They are moles connected with the devil. Normally, keeping them can paralyze the devil, but now, in this situation, keeping them is a risk. You almost ruined everything."

Isana flicked her tail, leaned on her staff and turned away,

"Pray that we can all reach your world safely, mage."

Khadgar knew that he had done bad things with good intentions, but he had done everything, and it was useless to regret. What's more, Khadgar's will itself was very firm to become a powerful mage. He just felt annoyed for a while, and then Planning to start again, in the front, the red land of Hellfire Peninsula is far away, and there is also the Dark Gate, the tall black stone gate that has been closed, like an iconic building, standing at the end of this world.

That would be the end of their escape.

But the moment Khadgar turned around, two black shadows blocked his way one after the other. They were the two demon hunters, the two guys who had come to Shattrath as Illidan's special envoys.

"What are you going to do?"

Khadgar gripped his staff tightly. Although the two guys had proved that they were not enemies, judging from their current state, the mage didn't think they were here to chat.

"Hey, Khadgar, an archmage from Azeroth, a genius, and an apprentice of Medivh."

The Sin'dorei demon hunter in front of the mage moved his fist, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, we won't kill you, but you have to feel some pain."

"It was requested by a great man himself."

The night elf demon hunter behind Khadgar also strode up. Neither of them used weapons. He whispered as he walked,

"The big man asked us to ask you a question... Have you ever repented of what you did to Mr. Medivh?"

Archmage Khadgar's eyes widened suddenly. The next moment, a fist full of magic lines and covered with green fel energy magnified in front of his eyes. With the wisdom of a mage, he used the flash technique to disappear in the original place the next moment. But as soon as he appeared, the magic shield was smashed by another fist, and then there was pain, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

Khadgar hadn't had such a rough fight with anyone for many years, but that didn't mean he would be afraid, after all, he was a veteran who survived the battlefield. He moved his mouth, and his blood-soaked teeth collided. Then he waved his staff, and two arcane elements appeared, and they rushed towards the two guys who were approaching with him.

The three black shadows were at the edge of the twisting void, using only their fists without weapons, and they were brutally huddled together.

This is the intertwining of memories of the past and hatred of the present, and it can be regarded as Khadgar's farewell to the painful past.