Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I reported to Dalaran about the changes in the space of the Dark Portal 3 weeks ago! The orcs are likely to be ghosts at the other end."

Archmage Khadgar stood at the entrance of the Watchtower, looking at the 300 knights from the source, his face was very ugly:

"As a result, I only got 300 reinforcements? Did the bureaucrats of the Alliance forget the orc invasion? If I remember correctly, the war was just over 2 months after the end!"

Seeing that angry Khadgar had a tendency to directly pick and choose, General Darnas Torbain, who led the army to assist, hurriedly explained:

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

The general rolled over and waved his hand to signal the knights to take a rest. He stretched out his hand and held Khadgar's neck with the enthusiasm of a warrior. The two were like best friends, toward the interior of the newly built Watchtower Walk in.

"The kings attached great importance to the news you sent back and even discussed the matter in a meeting, but you also have to consider the difficulties of the big men."

Danas reached out and inserted a delicate cigarette into Khadgar's mouth, plugging his complaint. He also lit a cigarette himself, and in the smoke, he whispered:

"The funds raised for the reconstruction of Stormwind have made Gilneas and Stromgarde very dissatisfied. Dealing with Alterac is a hot potato. Every country in the war just ended has losses. The king also tightened his belt. The warriors need rewards, the knights need to seal the land, while maintaining the order, the nobles have not forgotten to put those unowned land under their rule, everyone is very busy..."

"Oh, I think they are stupid kings!"

Khadgar exhaled and mocked: "Once the orcs attack again, rebuild Stormwind? That's just a joke! They are all betting their luck, do you know? Darnas, they are telling themselves that the orcs are not Maybe come here!"

"But in fact? The energy response of the space rift has increased by 70% within 2 weeks!"

Khadgar, with a rigor specific to the mage, said to his general friend:

"We just destroyed the dark portal of Azeroth. The dark portal of Draenor can still exist. Once the orcs find enough energy to support the portal, they can step back in again without even a day. Our world... these **** bureaucrats, are they really gambling?"

"No one likes gambling, my friend."

Danath took a deep breath, spit out the smoke comfortably, and then put the cigarette that was not extinguished in his hand on the steel armor. He looked up and looked at Khadgar in the smoke. He said softly :

"I’m just an advance army, and Turalyon, who is still in treatment, heard your news and immediately reported to the church. 2000 paladins have assembled in northern Xinjiang. His Majesty Dai Lin promised to send the third fleet of Kul Tiras to deliver They went directly to the coast near the Watchtower. The little king of Stormwind City also promised that once the war began, they would immediately send a night watch legion to help the battle. No one ignored you, Khadgar, but it all took time."

There was a doubt in General Danas' eyes. He patted the Archmage's shoulder. He asked in a low voice:

"You weren't that impatient before, what happened?"

Hearing enough reinforcements, the Archmage’s face eased a little, but Khadgar hesitated in the face of a friend’s doubts, inserted the cigarette into his mouth, and took a furious breath, leaning on a wooden chair , Lowered his voice and said:

"Dalaran... I heard a friend say that someone in Dalaran is studying the taboo magic of the orc warlocks, and even has a prototype of the faction, led by Mr. Kel'Thuzad, a disciple of Archmage Antonidas. Although the guy is very reticent, his talent is real, and I am worried that if he studies too deeply, it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"What is this?"

Danas was a warrior. He did not understand the dispute between the mages. He grabbed his hair and replied:

"Whether it's your magic, or the magic of those warlocks, it's not like a sword. Good things or bad things all depend on the swordman's thoughts. Mr. Kel'Thuzad may not necessarily learn the warlock. Let’s turn to the orcs? Is it human power?"

"No, you don't understand, Darnas, the end of the Warlock's magic, only the endless darkness, that is the spell flowing from the devil's hands, and the devil is inextricably linked."

Khadgar clenched his fists:

"Walking on this road, the higher the talent, the greater the trouble that may cause. Unfortunately, I am entangled in the things of the Watch Tower, otherwise I will go back to Dalaran and ask the six-member council to order a total ban on the magic of the Warlock. the study."

The mage’s worries are not understood by the general. In the heart of veteran Danas, the power of magic is naturally as great as possible. As for the mage’s mind, it doesn’t matter what they think. Anyway, except Khadgar, he and other mage It didn't work out very well, so after a short silence, Dalaran stood up, shook his ashes, and said to Khadgar:

"Since it's here, let me go and see the Dark Portal first. Will you come with me?"

"of course!"

Khadgar straightened his purple robe, and brushed his hair again, and said to General Danas: "I have to go to monitor the energy activities of the Dark Portal every day. We can go with them. You go first. Organize the soldiers, I will clean up the magic materials and come soon."

"Yep"

Danus nodded and turned away from the rough mage tower that Khadgar had just built. After the general left, the archmage looked at the corner of the room, where a half-orc female in black leather armor Playing with his own dagger.

Her figure is good, and she doesn't feel bloated at all. Except that the skin is pale green caused by drinking the blood of the devil, and the mouth has small fangs, this half-orc is almost the same as the orc.

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

The half-orc assassin Garona's voice was hoarse, with a trace of special magnetism. She stood up, inserted the dagger into the scabbard around her waist, swayed her posture, walked to Khadgar, and reached over the old mage of the archmage. Flicking, there was a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"Oh, Khadgar, my friend, look at what Medivh turned you into. You were supposed to be a handsome, shy guy... now it's a droopy old man."

"My soul is still young."

Khadgar was a little uncomfortable with Garona's intimacy. He took a step back and avoided the assassin's finger. He stretched out his hands and gathered up the magic materials on the experimental bench in front of him. Without looking back, he said to Garona:

"You stay here, this mage tower is very safe, don't appear beside Danas, he is a good soldier, but he hates the orcs, maybe he will draw a sword and kill you."

"On him?"

Garona smiled disdainfully. The orc assassin rubbed her forehead and looked at Khadgar's busy figure. She hesitated for a moment and said softly:

"Ravenhold Estate has sent me an invitation again, Khadgar, after you have cured my headache, I may be there, and I will see you next time, I don't know when."

The news stopped Khadgar's movements to organize the material. He looked up at the orc assassin. There was a slight invisible deep in his eyes, but his face was full of worry. He said:

"Why insist on joining the assassin organization? Those dark mice are not trustworthy! I will help you continue to look for news from the Shadow Council. You are safe to stay here, you don't need to take risks!"

"Oh, is that your human chauvinism? It's no different from an orc."

A strange smile appeared on Garona's face. Her figure disappeared suddenly. When she appeared again, she was behind Khadgar. The assassin reached out and hugged the Archmage gently. This action made Khadgar stiff all over. Get up, then heard Garona whisper in his ear:

"But I can't let you protect me all the time, cute little man, you don't want to let me fall into danger, nor do I want my only friend to take risks for me, and the matter of the Shadow Council, I will handle it myself, Ravenhoe De Manor has huge information and I need them. This is my business, Khadgar, you don’t need to intervene... wait until everything is over, I will... I will come back to find you."

"Relax, my little man."

Garona’s lips kissed gently in Khadgar’s ear, and she said softly: “Gul'dan is dead, no one can control me anymore, just find the last shadow... I will be completely free Now."

"Kadgar! How long do you want us to wait?!"

Danus's loud voice rang at the gate of the mage tower, interrupting the little ambiguity between the two. Garona gave a husky laugh, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadow, while Khadgar reached out. He touched his hot earlobe, shook his head, grabbed the backpack on the table, picked up the stick of chicken leg guardian on one side, and quickly walked out of the mage tower.

After 75 minutes, the knights rushed from the watchtower to the other end of the cursed land. This place was originally called the black swamp, but due to the infestation of evil energy, it turned into a dark red wasteland, so the soldiers of the watchtower were It began to be called the land of curse, and the small piece of swamp remaining was called "Swamp of Sorrows" to commemorate the warriors who died here.

"How did your mood suddenly improve again?"

General Darnas rode on the armored warrior and looked back at the Archmage next to him. Khadgar’s condition was a bit weird. Occasionally, his brows were frowning, and occasionally he was smirking again. Facing Danas's sudden problems, Card froze a bit, disguising his embarrassment with a slight cough. He looked back at the Crater of the Dark Portal in front, and he said softly:

"It's nothing. It's just the fluctuations of today's space fissures, some..."

"Reduced?"

General Danas asked casually, but did not get a reply from the mage. He looked back and found Khadgar, who was riding on a docile mother horse, looked ugly, his eyes wide, and he seemed to see incredible things.

"what happened?"

"Energy... some of the energy is not normal..."

Khadgar subconsciously took a scroll from his waist backpack and clasped it in his palm. He frowned at the ruins of the crater in front of him, and in the magic eyes, he saw the empty air. The magic of chaos and turbulence, and with the increase of time, that magic is becoming more and more irritable.

The Archmage turned and dismounted, and quickly rushed to the top of the crater. The general who had a bad feeling in advance followed.

"There is a problem! There is a problem!!!"

When the magical power converged to the extreme, the Archmage ripped the scroll in his hand without seeing it. The cumbersome and mysterious spells were beating in his palm, and a large purple magical power converged in front of him. The arrow, puncturing the chaotic trajectory into the scorching air inside the crater, he shouted towards Darnas behind him:

"Rewind! Withdraw! The door is about to open! Signal! Signal quickly!"

When the purple arcane arrow hadn't smashed the expanding magic vortex, a black crack suddenly appeared in the empty air, like a black knife mark where the space was torn apart, between the blink of an eye, The rift swelled up like a storm of purple and black magic.

At this moment, the wind that it rolled up lifted the hair of the Archmage and the General, and gave the horses a horrified hiss, and the sky above the cursed land, the gloomy and slack sunlight was also wrapped in the quickly gathered black clouds, just for a moment, The magic lightning that fell from the sky cut dozens of dusty depressions on the edge of the crater.

Several unlucky knights tried to hold the horse rein, but were struck by magic lightning from the sky. Their metal armor became a deadly conductor. After screaming quickly, the brave knights took the horse together and changed In a ball of roasted, charred black garbage.

In the gaze of Khadgar and Danas, the purple-black magic storm was spinning fast, and a dark green light spot was like a ignited Mars, rotating along the magic of the vortex, less than 1 second, The purple-black vortex was rendered dark green, and the scary dark green was exactly the same as the dark door's vortex.

In the magical wind, Khadgar covered his eyes with his palms with difficulty, his purple robes were blown by the wind, his hair fluttered in the wind, and his blue eyes were full of incredible and fearful.

"Do not..."

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