The caressed Elf Ranger didn't know what she was thinking about in the distance. She stood outside the Dark Door, on top of the crater that had changed the terrain, letting the cold wind blow her long golden hair.
She looked directly at the Dark Portal in front of her. There were only two huge storm stone pillars left there. The portal inside suddenly went out seven days ago. It was so fast that people had no time to react, and it directly disrupted the sons of Lothar.
A plan had been made, and this seemed to be a sudden event, because after the Dark Portal closed, the 30,000 orcs originally stationed here were also affected.
It seems that even they don't know what is happening on the other side of the Dark Portal.
When the Alliance army arrived, the nearly collapsed orcs began to retreat towards Stranglethorn Valley under the command of several chiefs. The two sides fought fiercely under the Dark Portal. Thanks to the collapse of the morale of the orcs, the alliance side was barely able to survive.
A great victory.
But there are still more than 20,000 orcs who have fled into the dense forests of Stranglethorn Vale. These free orcs will definitely become a trouble for Azeroth...
At this time, behind Alleria, there was a camp that had just been built. Alliance soldiers were walking back and forth around the camp, carrying supplies, and it seemed that they planned to stay there for a long time.
The sudden opening of the Dark Portal for the second time sounded the alarm to all rulers. The threat from the orcs was not over yet. So outside the Watch Fortress, the Alliance began to build a second outpost. This outpost must have monitoring, warning and counterattack capabilities.
strength, so outside the camp, there are some mages, and the battle mages from Dalaran will also join this outpost.
They will be led by Archmage Khadgar of Nethergarde.
"Alleria, what are you looking at?"
Accompanied by the rapid beating of the gryphon's wings, the distinctive loud voice of the dwarves rang above Alleria's head. She raised her head, brushed her long hair that had been blown away by the wind, and saw Kurdran Wildhammer wearing leather armor.
After jumping down from the gryphon, this royal member of the Wildhammer dwarves took care of his appearance in a rare way, combing his beard and hair neatly, and even sprayed on perfume.
Looking at his coquettish look, one knew that this single dwarf was also attracted by the beautiful ranger's charm, and became Alleria's second suitor after Turalyon. Of course, the ranger also disliked him.
, but unlike the indifference when facing Paladin Turalyon, Alleria and Kurdran could still chat for a few words.
A dwarf is a very reliable friend, although not likely to become a boyfriend.
"I wonder what happened on the other side of the Dark Portal."
Alleria smiled and took the fruit from Kurdran. She sat on the stone, and the dwarf sat cross-legged next to her, and the two chatted.
"Why did the Dark Portal controlled by the orcs suddenly close when they clearly had the upper hand...and how long it will take us to open it and enter Draenor."
"Well, your idea is a bit weird."
Kurdran shrugged, raised his head and took a sip of wine. He wiped the wine stains from his mouth, looked at the dark door in the sunken valley in front of him, and whispered:
"If possible, I don't want to walk into the Dark Portal. God knows what is there. Orcs may not be the worst."
"But we must always find a way to solve this hidden danger. Khadgar said it right. We cannot give the initiative of the war to the orcs."
Alleria took a bite of the berry and said to the dwarf:
"Sooner or later we have to get over it and completely destroy it on the other side."
"I saw Khadgar yesterday. His face was ugly. He was said to have just returned from Dalaran."
The dwarf happily shared his tidbits:
"It is said that he had a quarrel with the archmages of Dalaran, and those archmages were unwilling to help him. In fact, no one in the entire northern Xinjiang, from kings to farmers, wanted us to take the initiative to open the Dark Portal, so Khadgar
Deciding to do his own research, he also said that he would go to Karazhan, but according to him, this time is estimated to be very long... it may take half a year, or even a year."
"So what do those kings look like to you?"
The ranger looked at the dwarf and lowered his voice:
"Isn't it like an ostrich that buries its head in the ground and pretends that it can't see the danger?"
"Pfft, hahaha, this metaphor is very vivid!"
Kurdran laughed, but after he finished laughing, the atmosphere between the two became gloomy. After the dwarf drank a bottle of wine, he asked in a low voice:
"You are very sad, Alleria. Although you sometimes smile, your smile is also full of sadness. Are you so persistent in wanting to enter that world? Are there things that are important to you there?
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This question made the ranger silent for a few minutes. When she raised her head, a gust of wind blew her long hair again. Under the cover of the scattered golden hair, the ranger's voice was very soft, like a whisper in the wind.
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"Yes, there is something I must get back, there is someone I must see, there is a poor guy hiding in that world, and he is waiting for me to save him."
At the same time, at Watchfort on the edge of the Cursed Land, Archmage Khadgar, who was immersed in research in the Mage Tower, also met a special guest.
After receiving the news, Khadgar, with his messy hair, walked into the lobby of the only hotel in Watchfort. The place was full of soldiers who came to kill time. They drank wine, chatted, and occasionally broke out.
Everyone was laughing, and the waitress who served drinks walked back and forth around the table, giving cups of barley beer to the guests, nimbly avoiding the hands that were stretched out, and saying a few dirty words to the familiar soldiers.
In short, the entire tavern hall was very noisy, but also full of energy.
Khadgar's guest was a distinguished person, so it was naturally impossible for him to sit with the rude soldiers. The Archmage walked up the steps to the third floor. Between the thick wooden boards, the noise coming from the hall was small.
He paid a lot, and when he stepped into the small restaurant on the third floor, the guest was already waiting for him.
It was a well-dressed man who looked to be in his 30s. His hair was neatly combed and his beard was almost perfectly groomed. He wore a long black trench coat with a Northern Xinjiang style, and the inner dress was dotted with white lace.
By the way, you can see that he is a distinguished lord.
In fact, Khadgar knew that this was a real noble, a powerful lord who was rumored to be about to inherit the rule of Alterac. When Khadgar walked into the wine hall, this elegant noble just put down his
He took off the wine glass in his hand and turned to look at the Archmage. He was not angry because of Khadgar's poor appearance. On the contrary, a gentle smile appeared in those bright black eyes.
"Come and have a drink, Master Khadgar. You look tired."
"Hello, Lord Prestor."
Khadgar was not polite either. He had studied magic with the eccentric Medivh in Karazhan for several years. He had also acquired Medivh's informal personality and habits. Frankly speaking, he was unwilling to deal with nobles, and he was even more bothered by the red tape.
big.
He sat opposite Mr. Lord, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip. The next moment, the Archmage's face turned red, and the wine that flowed into his throat rushed into his stomach like a ball of fire, with that spicy taste.
Khadgar almost screamed, but as the wine melted in his stomach, a warm feeling filled his body, even dispelling his mental fatigue.
"The dragon fire wine carefully brewed by the dwarf brewmaster is said to be very suitable for mages to drink. How does it taste? Master Khadgar?"
The lord in front of him asked with a smile, and Khadgar let out a sigh of relief. After a moment, he opened his eyes, and the fatigue in his eyes was gone. He looked at the lord in front of him, and suddenly felt that the nobles did not seem to be that good.
Disgusted.
"This wine is really good, I can't say enough!"
Khadgar praised, but the next moment, he turned to the topic:
"You are here to track down the Book of Medivh that was stolen by the orcs, right? It is a valuable collection of the Alterac royal family. I can understand your eagerness, but unfortunately, that book has been taken away by the orcs.
The world of Draenor...and you probably already know that."
Khadgar made a regretful expression:
"The Dark Portal has been closed. We can't enter Draenor, so we can't retrieve the book for you, at least not in the short term."
This sentence made Lord Presto's expression become serious. He coughed lightly and said:
"The Book of Medivh is the treasure of Alterac. We must get it no matter what, no matter what the cost. And I have also heard about the quarrel between you and the masters of Dalaran. You seem to be determined to reopen it."
The Dark Portal?”
"Yes! I must open it and enter Draenor!"
Khadgar's eyes were a little intoxicated. The stamina of dragon fire wine is very strong. Even the dwarves don't dare to drink too much of this kind of wine. The archmage just took a big sip and can still speak, which proves that he has a good drinker.
However, his thinking was affected and Khadgar spoke more and complained more. He waved his arms and said loudly:
"The mages of the Council of Six are too short-sighted. The orcs' retreat this time does not mean they will retreat next time. The Dark Portal cannot be destroyed, and the war will never end. I have the responsibility to fulfill my mentor's last wish before he died. I
It must be done! I must bring peace to Azeroth!"
This answer made Lord Presto's eyes flash with a strange light. He smiled and said in a deep voice:
"Then, no matter what the king and mages think, Alterac absolutely supports you in doing this!"
"What? Why?"
The drunk Khadgar asked naively: "Do you want to go against the kings?"
"I just want to recover the treasure of my motherland, and...if necessary, wash away the shame brought by His Majesty Aiden to Alterac."
Lord Prestor stroked his beard and said to Khadgar:
"We can only rely on you to open the Dark Door to recover the Book of Medivh, right? So no matter what you need, you can ask me and I will try my best to meet your research needs. Of course, this
You have to pay the merchants, but I have some contacts in Alterac, so you will definitely get the best price."
"Oh, thank you! Then thank you very much, Lord Presto, you are the first nobleman to support me."
The stamina of strong alcohol hit Khadgar in waves, and Khadgar could no longer stand still. Lord Prestor helped him out of the tavern, and when sending Khadgar back to the mage tower, the lord whispered:
"Then in order for us to cooperate happily with each other, I will send a servant to be stationed at the Watch Castle as your assistant!"
"Good! Very good! I welcome, uh... burp"
Watching Khadgar staggering into the Mage Tower, the smile in Lord Presto's eyes disappeared. He looked back at the closed Dark Door in the distance. A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of this mysterious nobleman.
But in the end, he patted his dress lightly, got into the carriage driven by the servants, and soon disappeared on the road to the cursed land.
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"Ahhh! Failed again!"
Sephiel, the bronze dragon in elf form, looked at the fragmented timeline in front of her like glass. She grabbed her silky hair a little manically. This was her 37th attempt, in the forest of the Hinterlands, in Terry.
When Ang fought with Saurfang, he directly erased Tyrion's existence, but the consequences were the same as the previous 36 times. The moment Tyrion disappeared, the timeline also collapsed.
This means that the ant-like guy has grown up to the point of affecting the entire world line due to her negligence... In the silent changes in the future, the death knight Tyrion has also become this
An integral part of the time the bar was changed.
Just like the young Arthas and the little orc Thrall, once his status changes, the timeline will change unpredictably.
And all of this started during the decisive battle in the Burning Plains... At the moment Sephiel and his friends tried to terminate Tyrion, another force affected the timeline and prevented their capture.
The result is now disastrous.
Sephiel headed towards the future along the timeline, but at the end of this timeline, there were already fragments of chaos. Even with the ability of the bronze dragon, he could not see a clear future in these fragments.
Sephiel squatted down in fear. She held her delicate cheeks in her hands, and big tears flowed from her fingers. This incident caused a lot of pressure on her. After all, she was only a young dragon who had just grown up.
She is equivalent to a human girl who has just turned 18.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupuu, Master Nozdormu will definitely punish me... I destroyed an entire timeline, he will think that I am a waste, I will be laughed at by my companions, and I will be hated by Chromina.
This guy will laugh at you for the rest of your life... No! No! You can’t do this!”
"I want to change it!"
A hint of murderous intent flashed across Sephiel's tear-stained face. She looked back at the fragments of time behind her, which were the fragments of Tyrion leading the death knights into the Dark Portal.
"You went to Draenor? Just... erasing you in another world will not affect the timeline of Azeroth... just right!"
"I'm going to the Dark Portal, I'm going to kill...wait, the Dark Portal...is closed?"
