"Alleria! You made a decision without permission!"
After the meeting, the newly formed Sons of Lothar began preparations. Since they decided to enter the Dark Portal, there were too many things to prepare. On the other hand, they still needed to wait for the group formed specifically to recover the artifact.
The elite army faced 30,000 orcs, and it was impossible for them to perform an unparalleled battle.
However, not everyone congratulated the founding of the Sons of Lothar. After the meeting, a cold-faced Lor'themar Theron walked into Alleria's tent. He was very dissatisfied with Ms. Ranger's independent decision-making.
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"I know you want to see Tyrion, but this is too risky. Humanity's plan has almost no chance of success!"
The Ranger Lord said in a deep voice: "We are a group, and recovering Tyrion is the responsibility of all of us, rather than letting you take risks alone!"
"I have made up my mind! Lor'themar, there is no need to say anything more."
Alleria sat on her chair, wiping Sasdora, and said without looking back:
"Kathel will go with me. After we leave, you must keep an eye on Myra. He is the only young man left in the Dawn Blade family. To be honest, based on my understanding of Tyrion now
, no one can predict what will happen if Myra appears in front of him."
The expedition team in Quel'Thalas was established under the auspices of Prince Kael'thas. In addition to supporting the alliance's frontline war, this expedition team also has an important mission, which is to contact Tyrion.
Blade, if it is still possible, invite him back to Quel'Thalas. To be honest, this is an expression of Silvermoon City's goodwill, but as the commander of the expedition, Alleria is very pessimistic about this task.
She knew that Tyrion's temperament had changed drastically, and she made the final and most difficult psychological preparation before setting off, but her determined sacrifice did not mean that she would watch others follow her into despair.
"Listen to me, Alleria, you don't need to take risks!"
Lor'themar urged: "We can completely wait for time. Time is on our side. We can wait until there is a peaceful time before contacting Tyrion..."
"It's too late. The darkness is devouring his remaining emotions every minute and every second. If he keeps waiting, he will only wait for a monster completely shrouded in darkness."
Alleria breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't need to persuade me anymore, Lorsama, I was already prepared for the worst when I set off from Quel'Thalas."
"What if you fail? What if Tyrion is truly beyond redemption?"
Lor'themar's voice rose several times: "You are equivalent to throwing yourself into a trap. In another world, we can't even save you!"
"If I can't save him..."
Alleria reached out and held the pendant around her neck. She looked back at Lor'themar, her eyes full of stubbornness and determination:
"I will accompany him...I will not let him fall into the endless darkness alone. This is what I must do!"
"You...you've gone crazy."
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The environment of Hellfire Peninsula is still as bad as ever. Even after the Draenor element awakened, the hell-like look and feel here has not changed much. On the one hand, the degree of evil energy pollution is too deep, and on the other hand, as long as the darkness
As long as the gate still exists, this land will not be liberated from pollution.
But at least it is much better than Shadowmoon Valley. At least there are no falling objects like meteors in the dim sky, and there is no stench of evil energy in the air that burns your breath. Although the earth is cracked, it is still intact, and there is no stench of evil energy rising from the ground.
If Shadowmoon Valley is the real hell caused by the evil lava, then Hellfire Peninsula is the area where hell and the human world intersect.
The warriors of the Horde are still on the other side of the Dark Portal. The materials they looted and traded from Stranglethorn Vale and Blackrock Tower are still there and need to be guarded. The Alliance's counterattack also needs to be vigilant. What to do in Ner'zhul
Until further decisions are made, the Dark Portal will remain open, allowing the orcs to return to Draenor as quickly as possible when necessary.
The person responsible for guarding the Dark Portal and the Skull of Gul'dan that functions as the door is Varok Saurfang.
Just as Orgrim trusted him, the new warchief Ner'zhul also trusted him.
"Stay vigilant! If there is any problem, report it to me!"
Varok was patrolling the defenses of the Dark Portal with a battle ax on his back. On the other side of the door, his brother Brox was guarding. His brother also escaped with his life in the defeat of Orgrim.
"Overseer, someone wants to see you!"
The orc messenger appeared next to Varok, who nodded and motioned for him to bring the guests over. After a while, the tall Grokush left with a nervous female orc and a little orc girl.
Arriving in front of Varok, when the latter saw the orc woman and the little girl, his expression became ugly.
"Nora, and Sora, you should stay in Nagrand!"
Varok stepped forward and hugged his wife and his brother's daughter, while Saurfang's wife Nora grabbed her husband's arm. She whispered in his ear:
"A female elf brought us here. She told us that you were in danger."
"It's your people!"
After Varok heard this, he glared at Grokush in front of him. He protected his wife and niece behind him, his fingers holding the weapon behind his back, and he growled in a low voice:
"What on earth do you want to do! Death Knight! I will fulfill my promise at any time, you don't need to threaten me with my relatives!"
"Varok, you don't need to fulfill that cruel promise."
Grokush said in a deep voice:
"I'm here to tell you the truth about the cooperation between Tyrion and Ner'zhul, and the future destiny of this world. Tyrion needs you to do something for him as a price for repaying your life-saving grace."
"I don't trust you!"
Varok put down his finger, looked at the orc death knight in front of him with hostility, and said:
"Don't let me betray the tribe and the warchief! I would rather die!"
"But you have to serve him even if you die... That would be worse. Why don't you listen to what I want to say?"
Grokush winked at the orc warrior, who glanced at his wife and niece, called his guards to protect them, and then followed the death knight to the corner.
"Tyrion is deceiving Ner'zhul. The artifacts you snatched can't save Draenor! The demons will still come, and once Ner'zhul uses them, the demons will come immediately!"
Grokush's first words made Varok almost jump up in shock. He turned around and looked in the direction of Hellfire Fortress, about to rush out.
"I'm going to tell the warchief!"
"Tyrion has gone... He is having a showdown with your warchief. The cooperation between the two parties has ended, and a hostile war will follow!"
Grokush grabbed Varok's arm and said in a deep voice:
"During the few days you go to Azeroth, Tyrion has aroused tens of thousands of undead in Auchindoun and is heading towards Hellfire Peninsula. Believe me, the real fight depends on Hellfire Peninsula.
Soldiers, you will definitely lose!"
"He wants to kill them all? That bastard!"
Varok clenched his fists, but the next moment, he raised his head and looked at Grokush:
"You are from his side too, why are you telling me this! Have you betrayed him?"
"He asked me to tell you, Varok, the last hope of the orcs is in Azeroth. Most of the orcs' warriors are simply there. Ner'zhul is not worth relying on. What you have to do now is to lead
With your wife, your unborn child, and your niece, take as many people as you can through the Dark Portal, and we will close it here."
Grokush glanced at the Dark Door standing not far away, and lowered his voice:
"No one is asking you to betray the tribe. Think about it. We can completely attack here. Once we close the Dark Door, how will the tribal soldiers who have not received the news react? They will get into chaos and even kill each other.
, and the eagerly eyeing alliance will not let go of this opportunity."
"Of course you can be loyal to your war chief and fight with me here. The tribe that was finally united will split again and be completely wiped out by the alliance in another world. You can also send a message to let them do their best.
Prepare... to recuperate and live well in another world. You can choose whatever you want, Saurfang, this is your freedom."
Black Hand released his grip on Varok's arm and whispered:
"Ner'zhul cannot save you, only you can save yourselves!"
"There are still our relatives and children in Nagrand..."
Saurfang said with difficulty: "I can't just... I can't just give up on them!"
"No one will hurt them, Tyrion promised!"
Grokush gave his assurance:
"After we eliminate the last forces of Ner'zhul, I will find an opportunity to send them to Azeroth. I am not making this promise as Grokush, I promise you as Blackhand! As long as
If they don't resist the Dark Blade Knights, no one will hurt them! But Ner'zhul might use that thing at any time, so you'd better make a decision quickly!"
"Let me think about it for a while..."
Varok squatted on the ground holding his head. The pressure on this extremely brave orc warrior at this moment was enough to crush anyone. His eyes jumped back and forth between Hellfire Fortress and the Dark Portal. Finally, he stood up,
After glancing at Grokush, he turned and walked towards the military camp.
A few minutes later, the orc soldiers guarding the Dark Portal were gathered together.
Saurfang stood on the high platform and shouted loudly:
"Warriors of the Horde! We are going to support our compatriots in Azeroth. Now, cross the Dark Portal as quickly as possible!"
No one doubted Saurfang's order. Under the leadership of the overseers, the orcs quickly rushed into the Dark Portal, while Varok stood at the edge of the Dark Portal, holding his wife and niece, and he whispered:
"Nora, remember what I said to you? After you get there, find Grommash and Fenris...tell them..."
Saurfang pursed his lips, hugged his wife and niece tightly, gritted his teeth and said:
"If Tyrion wins, this place will be filled with undead. If Ner'zhul wins, this place won't get better... Tell them, don't come back! This is no longer home!"
"This world has no future! Let them lead their compatriots to live well in Azeroth!"
"Varok, come with us!"
Saurfang's wife begged. She placed Varok's hand on her belly and whispered:
"Think of Delanoche, think of your son, come with us, please."
"Don't worry, Nora."
A difficult smile appeared on Varok's face. He kissed his wife and said:
"I will survive, I will go to Azeroth to see you, believe me! This is my promise... protect our son, Nora, let him grow up well and become a warrior of the new tribe, and
Just like his father."
"Farewell, my beloved!"
After saying that, Varok pushed his wife into the dark door. He patted his niece on the head and put a short sword into her hand:
"Sora, protect your aunt, see your father, and tell him...his brother did not embarrass him! I will not be a traitor until the moment I die!"
"Uncle Varok, come with me..."
"Buzz"
Sora's childish shouts and his wife's screams were blocked by the light curtain of the Dark Portal. The next moment, in the empty military camp, the blood mage Severn and Autumn manipulated the magic together to turn Gul'dan's Skull against the darkness.
The charge of the gate is cut off.
With the reverse rotation of the dark green energy vortex, in less than 2 seconds, the door connecting the two worlds completely dissipated. As the light feathers of energy dispersed, Saurfang stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and he turned
He turned around and took out the battle ax from behind. In front of him, the death knights of the Dark Blade Knights were looking at him.
"Varok, why bother?"
A hint of heaviness and sadness flashed through Grokush's gray eyes. He looked at Varok Saurfang, who was left alone in front of the Dark Portal, and whispered:
"You could have lived with your family. You could have watched your son grow up. Tyrion has said that you don't need to fulfill that promise anymore... Why bother?"
"I am Varok Saurfang! Brox's brother!"
The orc warlord grasped the battle ax with both hands and roared:
"I can sacrifice everything for the people, but I cannot allow myself to betray the tribe... The fate of betrayers is death! I will shed the last drop of blood for the tribe! Come on, Blackhand, kill me here! Let me
Die like a true orc warrior!"
"well..."
Grokush took a step back. Luminas, Roglio and the two blood mages clenched their weapons. They took a step forward. Before the fierce battle between the two sides began, Saurfang looked at Grokush who turned and left.
, he shouted loudly:
"Tell me! Blackhand, was it worth it? You turned your back on everything and died a liar, a coward, a madman! Is it worth it?"
"I fight for the tribe! You...who are you fighting for?"
"worth!"
"Look around you, Varok, those culprits who made Draenor what it is now, those shameless black hands hidden outside of destiny, those beings who treat us as pawns and victims, those who wantonly manipulate the two worlds just for the sake of
Enemies who satisfy their dirty pleasures... I will find them one day! This is what it means for me to hold on to my weapon even after death!"
This shout made Grokush stop. He turned around, looked at Saurfang with his gray eyes, and he answered word by word:
"What am I dying for? That's what I'm fighting for!"
"Varok Saurfang, hero of the Horde... have a good journey!"
