The process of passing through the Dark Portal is long and strange.
The teleportation spells of mages will make unprepared people feel the distortion of time and space. After the teleportation spell is over, many people will suffer from vomiting and dizziness, while the warlock's teleportation gate is more rough, the kind that tears apart space.
The power will directly bless the user's soul. If you are not strong enough, there will be only one result.
Your soul and body will be torn to pieces.
The Dark Portal is the embodiment of the most advanced wisdom and skills of wizards and wizards in magic. It simultaneously accommodates the advantages of wizards and wizard portals...and of course the disadvantages.
Entering the Dark Portal, entering this portal that connects the two worlds, is like being thrown into the ocean of chaotic and twisted space. You can't breathe. Without being able to control your body, you will feel the space and time around you.
The distortion will even affect your body.
The previous moment was infinitely stretched, and the next moment would be extremely compressed. Passing through the Dark Portal without complete preparations was almost like seeking death. Those fleeing orcs blocked their fate on their own luck.
, in fact, at least one-third of them will not return to their own world alive.
Passing through the Dark Portal requires a huge number of warlocks to maintain energy fluctuations.
However, for the Blood Demon, he is a powerful warlock in his own right. His understanding of magic allows him to pass through it safely, but it will also exhaust his strength and become weak, requiring a certain period of recuperation before he can continue to move.
"Shua"
In the dark green rolling energy vortex, the body of the Blood Demon stepped into the stairs of the Dark Portal on this side of the Draenor world. The skeleton horse he was riding on had been torn into pieces by the chaotic energy, and even his human body
The armors were all carved with strange carvings.
But at least we got here. If the Alliance soldiers weren't crazy, they wouldn't have rushed in with them. The danger has been eliminated.
The Blood Demon was no longer breathing, but at this moment, he still breathed out a sigh of relief.
"The era of Orgrim is over! The name of the next era...is called Blood Demon! Hahaha..."
The blood demon's wild laughter was interrupted when he opened his eyes, because he saw a scene that absolutely should not have happened.
On this side of the portal, there were broken bones everywhere, and blood soaked the towering steps. Those orcs who finally returned to their hometown were blocked and killed in this place so close to their hometown. This shouldn't be
their fate.
But the fate of other people is no longer a matter of concern to the Blood Demon. His eyes are fixed on the familiar back in front of him. The guy is holding a ferocious curved-edged sword with his left hand, and the blade is dancing with bright red.
The luster, the seven runes on it are shining brightly.
The wind from Draenor blew this guy's hair, and his long gray hair spread out in the hazy and strange sky of Hellfire Peninsula.
Under his feet, the pale bones were scattered everywhere, and under these 33 steps, at the end of the avenue that was once called the "Road of Glory", the death knights of the Dark Blade Knights were commanding those
The awakened corpses carried out brutal killings, killing the orcs who fled and the orcs who came to support.
A huge undead dragon flapped its bone wings across the sky, and its breath of black smoke and flames could take away the lives of many orcs every time.
This place is just like the battlefield in the Burning Steppes, no...it's more cruel than there, it's a one-sided massacre.
Amidst the roars of the walking corpses, Tyrion turned around, a hint of joy flashed in his ice-blue eyes. He looked at Talon Bloodfiend standing in front of the Dark Portal, and he whispered:
"Yo!"
"You are really slow...my friend Blood Demon..."
"You see, I'm waiting for you here specially. I want to talk to you about something... about the dirty things we used to get along with in the past."
Three Blood Watchers appeared in the shadow behind the Blood Demon. They waved their ferocious blades and chopped down the death knights who had become extremely tired after passing through the Dark Portal.
As the sword was raised, the bones scattered on the platform began to move strangely.
Soon, the Blood Demon found himself surrounded, and this time, he seemed to have no way to escape.
Blood Demon clenched the steel scepter in his hand and stared at Tyrion Dawn Blade in front of him. In the past, this guy was just a bug that he could crush to death, but now, he has an absolute advantage, and from now on
Judging from his actions, he seems to be planning something very dangerous.
"Wait! Tyrion, no matter what you want to do, we can unite! You see, this is Draenor, this is my world, and I know more about this place than you do! I don't know what you want
What kind of delusion can you realize, but do you really want to kill me and then bet everything on luck? The orcs entrenched in Hellfire Citadel are just something you can't fight against!"
This persuasion made Tyrion narrow his eyes, but after a moment, he shrugged and reached out to smooth his gray hair:
"Blood Demon, my former brother, I know better than you what you are. Discussing alliances with a poisonous snake like you is simply a waste of my time. What's more, how can it be called a matter with a decided outcome?
gamble?"
"You have thrown yourself into a trap, and I am your judge, your jury, and your executioner! Here, I sentence you to death!"
The whistling sound of the demon sword Apocalypse is as real as the scream. This demon sword pours its own dark power into Tyrion's body. It is urging him to kill. It can't wait to taste the soul. Tyrion's
His fingers brushed the sharp edge of the magic sword. Wherever his fingers touched, the entangled death energy became more twisted and wilder.
"Pray, use prayer to purify your dark soul, use pain to purify your dirty body!"
"Bang"
The collision of the sword blade and the scepter played the last melody of Talon Gorefiend's twisted life. He was a cunning and powerful warlock. His trial must be a long process, but considering that Tyrion is sufficient for this
Without preparations, we can only mourn for Mr. Blood Demon.
He's dead... There may be no place for this careerist in Tyrion's plans for the future of Draenor, and that's a shame.
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Quel'Thalas, Windrun Village.
The forest destroyed by the war has been planted with seeds. In this land full of magic, it only takes a few years for those seeds to fully grow and grow into what it once was, a land that will be burned by flames.
Cover up again, cover up the scars left by the war and the pain of the past, as if...as if they had never appeared.
Alleria Windrunner carried Thasdorla on her back and returned to her homeland with endless fatigue.
The war on the front line had nothing to do with her anymore. She wanted to escape from that place, which failed to bring her even the slightest bit of comfort, only endless loss and pain.
For the first time in his life, this Windrunner ranger deserted, almost escaping from the battlefield.
Of course, due to Ms. Alleria Windrunner's outstanding contribution to the Alliance war, the Alliance military very generously used the portal to send her directly back to Quel'Thalas. There were no rumors. The upper-level officers of the Alliance
Many of us know the story of Alleria and Tyrion.
After witnessing her former lover completely fall into darkness and turn into a madman and a butcher, even the harshest military judge could no longer ask Alleria to continue fighting.
Many soldiers lost their loved ones in the war, but that was just a loss. Alleria faced a more painful situation. This unbearable pain made everyone feel the same.
"Sister, you are finally back. We miss you so much."
At the intersection of the rebuilt Windrunner Village, after seeing Alleria's lonely figure approaching, her sister Vereesa Windrunner quickly rushed into Alleria's arms. For her relatives, Wen
Lesa didn't care what achievements Alleria had made on the battlefield. After losing her mother, Alleria was her most cherished relative.
Feeling Vereesa's trembling body, Alleria felt sad. She hugged her sister tightly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. After being completely hurt by Tyrion's indifference, she also
Only relatives can bring her some comfort.
"I'm back...I won't leave."
Alleria's voice was choked with sobs. The painful and confused wanderer returned home. The grievances and pain in her heart suddenly broke out at this moment. The two ladies from the Windrunner family hugged each other and cried together, but no one would laugh at them.
Everyone in Quel'Thalas knows how much the Windrunner family lost in this war.
After resting at home after a long absence and having a meal with her sister and brother, Alleria felt better, but this good mood ended after seeing Sylvanas.
"Take it, I won't need it anymore."
Alleria wore a loose robe and threw Sadoras in her hand to Sylvanas. She had a gentle smile on her face, but that forced smile made Sylvanas feel it.
A touch of heartache.
"Ranger General should hold Thasdorla. It will be more useful in your hands than in mine."
Alleria stood up and planned to leave the room and go to the forest to relax, but just as she walked out of the room, the silent Sylvanas tightened her grip on the bow in her hand and said in a harsh voice:
"Where's Tyrion?"
This question stopped Alleria in her tracks. Sylvanas looked at her sister's back and whispered:
"On the night when the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, you lost your mind, and later left with those paladins. I know you have seen him, and you ignored my persuasion and stubbornly went to find him. Now you are alone again.
When you come back, you are as pitiful as an abandoned kitten. Tell me, sister, was it that bastard who broke your heart?"
Alleria was silent for a long time, then she replied in a hoarse voice:
"Don't mention him, Sylvanas. Tyrion is dead. All that exists in that body is a cold and incomplete soul. He has no heart, no feelings, and no longer remembers us. In his heart, we are just
He is no different from a stranger... He killed many people, he kidnapped the Alliance Marshal, and he became unknown to us."
"Forget him, just treat him as dead."
"Are you saying he has no feelings? Are you sure? Sister."
Sylvanas sighed, she walked forward, hugged Alleria's trembling body, and whispered:
"You were deceived by him. It was just that he wanted to keep you away from him. He still has feelings. I'm sure that in his heart, you are still the most important person. His feelings for us and his mother are actually...
It's never diminished...Come with me and I'll show you the evidence."
When following Sylvanas into the Windrunner Village Cemetery, Alleria was extremely conflicted. She actually hoped that what Sylvanas said was true, but she was also afraid of the truth.
The infatuated woman was abandoned twice by Tyrion. That hot feeling faced the ice that could not be melted, resulting in the most extreme pain, the torture of eternal contact.
She even hoped that Tyrion really turned into an emotionless monster. If that was the case, she might be able to make up her mind to forget him.
Sylvanas walked through the dense tombstones, which were all the elven warriors who died in Quel'Thalas when the orcs invaded. Alleria followed her sister and walked forward along the road to the cemetery.
Until the most remote corners, covered by forests and weeds.
Sylvanas turned sideways, and Alleria saw the unique cemetery in front of her. There was no inscription, no name of the owner of the tomb, only the tombstone decorated with white bones, and the words engraved on the tombstone, she
Very familiar font.
"The dawn blooms here, and the night ends here. You are the greatest general, the most fearless hero, the staunchest protector, and the most perfect... mother."
Alleria read out the inconspicuous inscription. She turned to look at Sylvanas, who nodded and whispered:
"Everyone thought that my mother died in the fire. The rangers who escaped told us that the orc warlock attacked her. No one saw her body. We could only build a tomb for her, but in the first few days
Oh my God, when Lilas came back from Silvermoon City and paid homage to his mother, he accidentally discovered this hidden cemetery... Archmage Romans of the Silvermoon Council came to see it in person..."
"That is my mother's body, which was frozen with special magic. Judging from the time, it was buried here that night. These bones were sent to Dalaran for identification and were determined to be those of the orc warlock Gul'dan.
With the bones of his mother, the murderer who attacked his mother, Prince Kael'thas and the archmages restored the course of the war that night. Death knights were found in the ruins near Taquilin and on the mountain road leading to Stratholme.
Traces of activity.”
The new Ranger General paused, and she looked back at the direction of the battlefield.
"It's true that he opened the barrier, but he also closed it at the most critical moment, trapping the orcs in the barrier. It was he who helped us repel the orcs, and it was he who removed the orcs from Quill.
Salas drove them away, he ambushed them on the mountain road, and even after death, he was still protecting the country in his own way."
