In the forest of Quel'Thalas, in front of General Lyressa's grave, past memories and evaluations were overturned bit by bit.
It is no secret that Tyrion became a death knight and colluded with the orcs to attack Quel'Thalas. However, considering that Tyrion is the hero of Quel'Thalas after all, the darkening of the hero is not a secret.
The official adopted a concealment strategy.
But it turns out that Tyrion is not a murderer or a butcher. Although his actions of closing the barrier and trapping the orcs were probably not out of nostalgia for his homeland, in any case, his actions still bought precious time for Quel'Thalas.
, plus the battle between the Death Knight and the Orcs in the Stratholme Mountains.
All this shows that in the war of the orcs' invasion of Quel'Thalas, Tyrion actually stood on the side of the high elves. What the death knight thought was not important, what was important was what he did.
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The truth Sylvanas told made Alleria's heart feel like a mess.
There was a trace of joy in her heart. She had not misjudged Tyrion. She guessed correctly that the death knight was afraid of hurting her, so he deliberately pushed her away.
But at the same time, she felt a little confused. She had seen how the death knights killed the living and evoked the dead on the battlefield. She had also seen Tyrion's indifference in the face of death and killing. That was not a disguise, that was another him!
A completely real him.
Which one is Tyrion's true face?
Is what is hidden under the dead body the soul of the past or a monster catalyzed by death? She is not sure.
But the will that Alleria had just made up her mind was extinguished like a flame in running water, leaving her at a loss as to what to do.
The new ranger general Sylvanas took a step forward. She took something out of the pocket on her waist and placed it in the palm of Alleria's hand.
With cold hands, the eldest daughter of Windrunner placed the thing in front of her eyes. It was a wild flower that was frozen and wrapped in ice, just like it was when it was still blooming.
"He lied to you, sister, he lied to all of us. He still had feelings, but they were hidden under the body of death... He witnessed his mother's death, avenged her with his own hands, and protected her.
In Eversong Forest, he protected Silvermoon City, he protected Lilas and me, he is still the same Tyrion...death did not take him away."
Sylvanas reached out and hugged Alleria. The latter did not cry. She just looked down at the frozen flower and finally held it carefully in her hand.
"I know what you said is true, Shiva, but the Tyrion I saw is not the same as before. I don't know who to believe anymore. My heart is very confused."
Alleria looked at her sister, with a heart-wrenching look in her eyes, and she said softly:
"What should I do? Sister."
"Ask him! Question him!"
Sylvanas stretched out her hand and put it on her sister's shoulder, her beautiful eyebrows raised, and she said sharply:
"If that bastard still likes you, he should come back to Silvermoon City. The magic of the Sunwell will reshape his body. If he doesn't like you anymore, shoot him to death with one arrow to prevent him from creating more trouble for the Windrunner family.
So many scandals."
Seeing that Alleria was still hesitant, Sylvanas lowered her voice and revealed a very important piece of news.
"You don't know yet, sister, Prince Kael'thas is forming a special team. He is going to try to contact Tyrion to see if he can bring the hero back to Quel'Thalas. Since he still has
If he has feelings like a living person, then he will still be our hero...Sister, I think it is most appropriate for you to lead this team."
"And that time..."
Sylvanas took off the war bow Sarados from her back with her backhand and put it back into Alleria's hands:
"Whether you decide to bring him back or you want to kill him, you will need the power of Sasdora. I know better than anyone that you have this ability, my sister."
Alleria did not refuse. After a moment, she took a deep breath and took off the necklace that never left her neck. It was the necklace Tyrion left for her. Alleria asked the jeweler to re-embellished it.
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It was inlaid with three crystals of green, red and blue. The eldest daughter of Windrunner took apart the necklace and put the blue third into Sylvanas's hand. She gently stroked her sister's hair and put the
Holding him in her arms, she whispered:
"Sylvanas, thank you for everything you have done for me and Tyrion, my sister, I will face him, one last time... After that, I swear, I will obey my destiny."
"Whether it leads to light or falls into darkness..."
On the other side, in front of the Dark Portal where the dark green light was constantly floating, all existing obstacles were demolished by soldiers. Khadgar led 13 Dalaran mages to stand in a special magic circle that had just been drawn.
In the center, hundreds of Alliance knights and infantry were stationed on the slopes of the crater behind them, guarding against any possible situation.
Danath Trollbane, Turalyon, Kurdran Wildhammer, as well as the newly arrived Great Knight Uther, Tirion Fordring, General Windsor, and MI7
Leader Xiaoer and the commanders of these alliances also looked nervously at the mages in front of them.
Today, the mages will try to close or destroy the Dark Portal, completely erasing the symbol of terror in the past seven years, so as to free the world of Azeroth from the shadow of war.
This is a very dangerous behavior. Even a layman who knows nothing about magic can easily feel the power contained in the dark green energy vortex in front of him when he stands in front of the Dark Door. If it explodes, what will happen to the land under his feet?
The mainland will definitely be an outright disaster.
But the Alliance has to take risks. The reason is very simple. The door in front of them leads to the world of orcs, and it has been confirmed that there are an astonishing number of extremely aggressive orcs in that world. This door is still standing here.
Xerath is an extremely terrifying threat. The soldiers in the human world are exhausted, and all participating countries have suffered heavy casualties. They have no extra strength to deal with anything that may happen.
"Buzz"
14 mages cast spells together, and a violet halo filled the magic circle, like a layer of light, swaying around Khadgar. Powerful magic gathered in the mage's body, and Medivh was dying with him.
The magic power left to him at that time caused Khadgar's eyes to glow with violet light. Against this light, every magical thread of the huge Dark Portal in front of him was extremely clear.
"I'm going to cut them off one by one!"
Khadgar waved the eagle-headed staff left by Medivh and shouted: "Maintain the magic,"
The beating magic caused violent winds of magic to gather around the entire crater. Ordinary soldiers even felt that the world in front of them had become distorted. The howling wind slapped their faces, causing pain to their skin.
I had to raise my hands to cover my eyes.
And every time Khadgar cuts off a mana line from the Dark Portal, the cut off magic power will sway in the air like a bell, and with the haze gradually dissipating in the sky, those who have lost control of their magic power will be heard.
The lightning dancing in the sky makes this scene look like a fairy tale.
"Dang, Dang, Dang"
The explosion of magic power became more and more intense, and the commander's breathing became rapid. Danas's clenched palms were already sweating, and the dwarf Kurdran kept pouring wine into his mouth. The paladins were half
Kneeling on the ground, praying for the protection of the Holy Light, those who are still standing here are real warriors, and they risked the explosion of the Dark Portal to watch all this.
When the last magic thread was cut off, the haze clouds covering the sky completely dissipated, and the evil energy gathered here dissipated, allowing the warm sunshine to shine directly into the earth. That kind of light made everyone unable to bear it.
Cheered.
Khadgar's face was pale. This long-term manipulation of huge magic power caused a considerable load on his body that had been cursed and was no longer young. His forehead was already covered with sweat. In front of his eyes, a huge
Within the black stone pillar, the dark green energy vortex has shrunk like the ebbing tide to a light spot the size of a human head.
This means that the Dark Portal on this side of Azeroth has actually been closed... Yes, the Dark Portal connects the world. There is a door in Draenor and Azeroth, representing the two worlds.
coordinates.
The violet magical light dissipated. Khadgar wiped his sweat with his sleeve. He looked back at the commanders behind him and nodded towards them. Suddenly, a burst of warm cheers came from the group of commanders.
When the sun came out, some sincere believers even knelt on the ground and kissed the dust on the ground when the sun shone on this land again after seven years.
More people hugged each other and cheered the difficult victory.
Khadgar turned around, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes. He waved his staff, and huge magic power spurted out, converging into tearing magic light in the air, shattering the black stone pillars supporting the Dark Door.
Under the raging magic storm, the symbol that symbolized the beginning of the war collapsed on the dust. Amidst the explosion of stone pillars, a new era and an era of peace arrived.
"Our war is over."
Danath Trollbane looked at the battle ax in his hand, shook his head, laughed and took the strong drink handed over by the dwarf, letting the spicy taste rush into his stomach, and the commanders behaved differently.
In a carnival, the soldiers sang songs and shared crude wine. Although there was no victory meal, everyone who witnessed the destruction of the Dark Portal and smelled the taste of victory was the best for them.
A drunken feast.
"I'll stay here."
Outside the Dark Portal crater, in a temporary tent, Khadgar took a sip of strong wine and said to the other commanders:
"I will take over the Black Swamp stronghold. This matter has been reported to Dalaran. It is estimated that an order will be conveyed soon."
"But there is nothing here anymore, why are you still here?"
Sitting on the chair, the dwarf Kurdran asked doubtfully:
"Are you going to do some weird research that belongs to magicians?"
Others also looked at the mage with probing eyes, and the latter smiled and shook his head:
"Not entirely... On the one hand, it's because during the war, I gained some experience in the use of magic power. I need a quiet place to understand it and conduct experiments without being disturbed. On the other hand..."
Khadgar looked back at the empty crater, a trace of worry shining in his eyes:
"The Dark Portal has been standing here for 7 years. The power of evil has penetrated into this land, making it barren. If not stopped, this barrenness will swallow up other parts of the continent bit by bit. More importantly,
Yes, even though the Dark Door has been destroyed, I can still feel a space crack that cannot be calmed down, like a crack inside glass, it is so conspicuous, I must find a way to close it!"
"Oh? Crack?"
General Windsor, who was already tipsy, looked back and shrugged: "But I didn't see anything. There was nothing there."
"Of course it can't be seen with the naked eye... In short, if I have enough resources, I will build a long-term fortress here to guard against threats to the world. I have already thought of a name... I will call it
Nethergarde."
"Watch our hard-won victory."
Khadgar seemed unwilling to say too much on this issue, and his silence did not affect the enthusiasm of the other commanders. In the eyes of these soldiers, the war was over and they were enjoying the peaceful time wantonly.
After the banquet, Khadgar walked alone on the slopes of the crater. He looked at the remaining half stone pillars and steps at the bottom of the valley below, and endless questions shone in his heart.
"What is the world of Draenor, the home of the orcs, like?"
"What kind of power does it contain in a world that is dying and forcing orcs to invade and migrate?"
"The most important thing is, is the war really over? Are the orcs who fled back to Draenor really willing to die with their world?"
Khadgar's eyes were filled with unquenchable doubts, and he instinctively felt that things might not be that simple.
Yes... Soon, soon the answers to all questions will be presented to Khadgar in an unimaginable way.
Of course, that may not be what he wants...
In the dark sky of the Draenor world, Tyrion stood on top of the undead dragon, his gray hair flying in all directions. He watched the green vortex of the Dark Portal in the distance disappear little by little, and the death knights stood behind him.
, the little dwarf they captured lay on the back of the dragon, staring helplessly with his big eyes, wiping tears, everyone knew...
The road back to Azeroth was closed, and they were left here, in a strange world.
"Let's go! Let's take a good look at this new world..."
Tyrion didn't have much emotion. He felt sincerely free in Draenor. He snapped his fingers, and the undead dragon jumped in the direction, killing a wyvern that couldn't dodge and the orc behind it.
Knight, amidst the screams of the orcs, the death knight played with the brand new skull in his hand and rubbed his chin:
"Where should we go first?"
"By the way... let's go to Shadowmoon Valley first to see our dear Mr. Nerozhu."
"The Dark Blade Knights have already made a decision, let him be the next chief!"
