"I reported to Dalaran three weeks ago about the changes in the space rift in the Dark Portal! The orcs are likely to be up to something on the other side."
Archmage Khadgar stood at the entrance of Watchfort, looking at the 300 knights from the source, his face was very ugly:
"In the end, I only got 300 reinforcements? Did the alliance bureaucrats forget about the orc invasion? If I remember correctly, the war just ended less than 2 months ago!"
Seeing that the angry Khadgar had a tendency to give up his job, General Danaus Trollbane, who led the army to come to the rescue, hurriedly explained:
"Don't be angry yet, listen to me! Khadgar."
The general turned over and dismounted, waving for the knights to rest first. He stretched out his hand and took Khadgar's neck with the enthusiasm unique to a warrior. The two of them were like best friends, heading towards the interior of the newly built Watch Fortress.
Walk in.
"The kings attach great importance to the news you sent back, and even held a meeting to discuss the matter, but you must also consider the difficulties of the big shots."
Danas reached out and stuffed a delicate cigarette into Khadgar's mouth to silence his complaints. He also lit a cigarette himself, and amid the smoke, he whispered:
"The raising of funds for the reconstruction of Stormwind City has made Gilneas and Stromgard very dissatisfied. Dealing with Alterac is even more difficult. Every country has suffered losses in the war that just ended. The king is also tightening his belt.
The warriors need rewards, the knights need fiefdoms, and the nobles, while maintaining order, do not forget to bring those unclaimed lands under their own rule. Everyone is very busy..."
"Haha, I think they are fooling themselves into thinking they are kings!"
Khadgar blew out the smoke and said sarcastically: "Once the orcs attack again, rebuild Stormwind City? That's just a joke! They are all gambling on their luck, you know? Danas, they are telling themselves that the orcs are not
Maybe come over!”
"But what's the reality? The energy response of the space rift was strengthened by 70% within 2 weeks!"
Khadga, with the unique rigor of a mage, said to his general friend:
"We just destroyed the Dark Portal in Azeroth. The Dark Portal in Draenor still exists. Once the orcs find an energy source sufficient to support the portal, it won't even take a day for them to step back in.
Our world...these damn bureaucrats, are they really gambling?"
"No one likes gambling, my friend."
Danas took a deep breath of smoke, exhaled the smoke comfortably, rolled the unextinguished cigarette in his hand on the steel gauntlet and extinguished it. He raised his head, glanced at Khadgar in the smoke, and said softly
:
"I am just an advance guard. Turalyon, who is still recovering from his illness, heard your news and immediately reported it to the church. 2,000 paladins have already gathered in northern Xinjiang. His Majesty Dailin promised to send the third fleet of Kul Tiras to send you.
They went directly to the coast near Nethergarde Castle, and the little king of Stormwind City also promised that once the war begins, he will immediately send the Night's Watch Legion to assist in the war. No one is ignoring you, Khadgar, but all this will take time."
A trace of doubt appeared in General Danas's eyes. He patted the Archmage on the shoulder and asked in a low voice:
"You were not such an impatient person before. What happened?"
Hearing that there were enough reinforcements, the Archmage's expression softened slightly, but when faced with his friend's questions, Khadgar hesitated, put the cigarette into his mouth, took a irritated breath, and leaned on the wooden chair.
, lowered his voice and said:
"Dalaran... I heard from a friend that someone in Dalaran is studying the forbidden magic of the orc warlocks, and there is even the prototype of a faction. The leader is Mr. Kel'Thuzad, a disciple of the Archmage Antonidas.
"Although that guy is taciturn, his talent is real. I'm worried that if he studies too deeply, he will cause some unnecessary trouble."
"What's this?"
Danas was a warrior and he did not understand the dispute between mages. He scratched his hair and replied:
"Whether it's your magic or the magic of those warlocks, it's just like a sword. Whether it does good things or bad things depends on the thought of the sword holder. Mr. Kel'Thuzad may not necessarily be able to do good things or bad things because he has learned a warlock.
If you don’t have enough magic, why don’t you go and join the orcs? It’s all the power of humans.”
"No, you don't understand, Danas, at the end of the warlock's magic, there is only boundless darkness. That is the spell flowing from the hands of the devil, and it is inextricably linked to the devil."
Khadgar clenched his fists:
"Walking on this path, the higher the talent, the greater the trouble it may cause. It's a pity that I am entangled in the matter of Watch Castle, otherwise I will definitely return to Dalaran and ask the six-person council to order a complete ban on warlock magic.
Research."
The archmage's concerns were not understood by the general. In the heart of veteran Danas, the greater the power of magic, the better. As for what the mages think in their hearts, it doesn't matter. Anyway, except for Khadgar, he and other mages
They didn't get along very well, so after a short silence, Dalaran stood up, shook off the cigarette ashes in his hand, and said to Khadgar:
"Since I'm here, I'm going to check out the situation at the Dark Portal first. Do you want to come with me?"
"certainly!"
Khadgar straightened his purple robe, brushed his hair, and said to General Danas: "I go there every day to monitor the energy activity of the Dark Portal. We can go there together. You go first."
Organize the soldiers, I'll pack up the magic materials and will be here soon."
"kindness"
Danas nodded, turned around and left 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 woman wearing black leather armor was standing.
Playing with his dagger.
She has a beautiful figure and does not look bloated like an orc at all. Apart from her skin being light green due to drinking the blood of demons and the small fangs at the corners of her mouth, this half-orc has almost nothing in common with an orc.
"The general is laughing at you inside, Khadgar, I can feel it."
The half-orc assassin Garona's voice was hoarse, with a hint of special magnetism. She stood up, inserted the dagger into the scabbard at her waist, swayed, walked to Khadgar, and put her hand on the archmage's old cheek.
He brushed his hands, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Oh, Khadgar, my friend, look what Medivh has turned you into. You were supposed to be a handsome, shy young man... but now you have turned into an 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 fingers. He stretched out his hand to collect magic materials on the experimental table in front of him, and said to Garona without looking back:
"You stay here. This mage tower is very safe. Don't appear next to Danas. He is a good soldier, but he hates orcs. Maybe he will draw his sword and kill you."
"Just him?"
Garona smiled disdainfully, and the half-orc assassin rubbed her forehead. Looking at Khadgar's busy figure, she hesitated for a moment and said softly:
"Ravenholde Manor has sent me another invitation, Khadgar. After you cure my headache, I may go there. I don't know when we will meet again next time."
This news made Khadgar pause in sorting out the materials. He raised his head and looked at the Orc assassin. There was a hint of invisible reluctance deep in his eyes, but his face was full of worry. He said:
"Why insist on joining that assassin organization? Those rats in the dark are not trustworthy! I will help you continue to search for news about the Shadow Council. You are safe here and you don't need to take risks!"
"Oh, is this your human chauvinism? It's no different from orcs."
A strange smile appeared on Garona's face. Her figure suddenly disappeared. When she reappeared, she was behind Khadgar. The assassin reached out and hugged the archmage tenderly. This action made Khadgar's whole body stiff.
He got up, and 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 me to fall into danger, and I don't want my only friend to take risks for me. I will handle the matter with the Shadow Council myself, Ravenho.
De Manor holds a huge amount of information, I need it, this is my business, Khadgar, you don’t need to interfere...When everything is over, I will...I will come back to you."
"Don't worry, my little man."
Garona's lips kissed Khadgar's ear gently, and she whispered: "Gul'dan is dead. No one can control me anymore. I just need to find the last shadow... and I will be completely free."
Already."
"Khadgar! How long do you want us to wait?!"
Danas's loud voice sounded at the door of the mage tower, interrupting the little ambiguity between the two. Garona let out a hoarse laugh, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows, while Khadgar stretched out his hand to touch
He touched his hot earlobes, shook his head, grabbed the backpack on the table, picked up the chicken leg-like guardian staff leaning on the side, and quickly walked out of the mage tower.
75 minutes later, the knights rushed from the Keep to the other end of the Cursed Land. This place was originally called the Black Swamp, but due to being infected by evil energy, it turned into a dark red wasteland, so the soldiers from the Keep
It began to be called the cursed place, and the small remaining swamp was called the "Swamp of Sorrows" to commemorate the warriors who died here.
"Why did your mood suddenly improve again?"
General Danas rode on an armored horse and looked back at the Archmage beside him. Khadgar's state was a bit strange. He occasionally frowned and occasionally smiled stupidly. This change made Danas a little confused, and
Faced with Danas' sudden question, Khadgar was stunned for a moment and disguised his embarrassment with a cough. He looked back at the crater of the Dark Portal in front of him and said softly:
"Nothing, just the fluctuation of the space rift today, some..."
"Reduced?"
General Danas asked casually, but received no answer from the mage. He looked back and saw that Khadgar, who was riding a docile mare, looked ugly and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something incredible.
"What's wrong?"
"Energy...the energy activity is a bit abnormal..."
Khadgar subconsciously took out a scroll from the backpack on his waist and clasped it in the palm of his hand. He frowned and looked at the ruins of the crater ahead. In his eyes filled with magic, he saw the empty air.
Below, the magic power is chaotic and leaping, and as time goes by, the magic power is becoming more and more violent.
The archmage dismounted and quickly rushed to the top of the crater. The general, who had a premonition of something bad, followed closely behind him.
"There's a problem! There's a problem!!"
When the magic power was gathered to the extreme, the Archmage tore open the scroll in his hand without looking at it. The complicated and mysterious spells were beating in the palm of his hand, and a huge ball of purple magic power gathered in front of him into an arcane force.
The arrow followed a chaotic trajectory and pierced the scorched air inside the crater. He shouted towards Danas behind him:
"Back! Back! The door is about to open! Send the signal! Send the signal quickly!"
Before the purple arcane arrow could knock down the expanding magic whirlpool, a black crack suddenly appeared in the empty air, like a black knife mark that tore the space apart. In the blink of an eye,
The crack expanded, like a storm vortex of purple-black magic.
The strong wind it whipped up blew up the hair of the archmage and general at this moment, causing the horses to neigh in terror. Over the cursed land, the dull and lazy sunshine was also wrapped in the rapidly gathering black clouds. In just an instant,
The magical lightning that fell from the sky created dozens of dusty depressions on the edge of the crater.
A few unlucky knights tried to hold the reins of their horses, but were struck by magic lightning falling from the sky. Their metal armor became a deadly conductor. After rapid screams, the brave knights, including their men and their horses, transformed.
It turned into a ball of burnt black garbage that smelled like barbecue.
As Khadgar and Danas watched, the purple-black magic storm rotated rapidly, and a dark green light spot was like a ignited spark, rotating along the vortex of magic power. In less than 1 second,
The purple-black vortex was rendered into dark green, a frightening dark green, just like the vortex of the Dark Portal in the past.
In the strong wind of magic, Khadgar struggled to shield his eyes with his palms. His purple robe was blown up by the strong wind, his hair was fluttering in the wind, and his blue eyes were full of disbelief and fear.
