Danaus Trollbane, dressed in military uniform, stood on the hillside in front of the Dark Portal. In front of him, there were 3,000 fully armed soldiers and nearly 1,500 knights. The huge team was lined up neatly.
There was almost silence, and all the soldiers were looking at the general in front of them. The latter's eyes were full of sacrifice, determination and perseverance.
With the help of the mage's magic, Danas' sonorous voice sounded again.
"This will be a journey that has a high probability of never coming back. It is about everyone's life. You have proven your courage by leaving your hometown and coming here. But if you still have something that you can't let go of, then I
I advise you to go back!"
Danas pointed his finger at the Dark Door behind him, where two huge sculptures of Storm Riders were erected. There was nothing in the huge door frame. He could see the hillside behind the door, and the mage group led by Khadgar was in the dark.
The magic circle was being inspected in front of the gate. A team of 1,000 paladins was ready to go. At the edge were the rangers of Quel'Thalas and the Wildhammer dwarf gryphon knights.
With five leaders, five camps, and more than 5,500 people, it is the largest expeditionary army in the Alliance in recent years.
In the face of Danas' request, no soldier stood up and admitted that he was a coward. In fact, this situation will not happen. These soldiers are not only from northern Xinjiang. A few months ago, the sons of Lothar jointly issued a petition to the alliance countries.
A mobilization order was issued. These soldiers came from various countries and voluntarily joined the expeditionary force.
Most of them are poor people who lost everything in the orc war. They have great hatred for the orcs. Hatred in their hearts means that they can no longer live a normal life, and they might as well be tortured.
His life is handed over to a journey of revenge.
But even the loneliest people will be affected by emotions. In order to avoid unnecessary riots after passing through the Dark Portal, General Danas still chose to make an honest announcement. His eyes swept across the soldiers in front of him.
, emphasized again:
"I'll give you another 30 minutes to think about it. No one will laugh at those who leave voluntarily. After the torture of the war, everyone should cherish their own lives more and think about the things in your life that are worth remembering and cherishing! Okay.
!Disband! Regroup in 30 minutes!”
The soldiers dispersed in twos and threes. In the camp at the rear, the chef accompanying the army had prepared delicious food for the warriors who were about to set off. There was also a small supply of fine wine. The cobblers and blacksmiths were the busiest people.
, they repaired the armor of the soldiers and maintained their weapons. The entire outpost camp was like boiling water, boiling and full of anxiety about leaving.
"Khadgar, are you ready?"
General Danas stepped forward and asked the Archmage: "How long will it take?"
"Twenty minutes."
Khadgar wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the tall Dark Door in front of him, and whispered:
"We have calculated it countless times, and I have also found a lot of materials in Karazhan. Although I am not completely sure, there is an 80% chance that I can take the risk and give it a try. This matter has been delayed for too long... You said
, Danas, after we go there, will we find an empty world? The orcs may have opened another door and gone to a world we don't know."
The Archmage joked and tried to relax his emotions, but an unconcealable tension was still beating in his heart. He was silent for a second and said:
"Perhaps Draenor has been destroyed and no longer exists."
"Wouldn't that be better?"
Danas laughed and patted the Archmage on the shoulder:
"That means that the orcs are no longer intimidated, and that means that we and these great guys don't need to take risks anymore. I know you are under a lot of pressure, Khadgar, but this year the kings
Their attitude has changed. If you look at the sufficient support supplies, you will know that although they have not officially expressed it, secretly they also support us in completely destroying the threat of the Dark Portal."
"Of course they will support it."
The Archmage snorted disdainfully: "They are not the ones who step onto the battlefield and fight with their lives. Regardless of whether we fail or succeed, we are just sitting back and enjoying the results. This can also eliminate some unstable factors in the kingdom... It's really
Very good at calculating."
On the other side, at the edge of the camp, Alleria Windrunner was also saying goodbye to her relatives. After learning that the Dark Portal was about to be opened, Vereesa Windrunner took her younger brother Rilas Windrunner with her.
They traveled thousands of miles from Quel'Thalas to the Cursed Land to bid farewell to their sister's expedition.
"Have you really decided?"
The silver-haired Vereesa looked at Alleria in front of her worriedly. After more than a year of garrison, her cheeks had become much thinner, and she looked like a melancholy and taciturn patient. But when she raised her head,
The beating will in his eyes became more and more determined, like a ignited fire.
"Don't worry about me, Vereesa."
Alleria opened her arms and gave her younger sister and younger brother a hug. She was wearing green ranger armor, carrying a Thasdora war bow, and covered her long golden hair with a hood. She looked at her younger brother's face.
With reluctance appearing on her face, she reached out and touched his hair, whispering:
"Liras, I will bring him back, I promise you!"
"But...but they all say Tyrion is hopeless."
Rilas Windrunner is the youngest member of the Windrunner family. He inherited all the advantages of the Windrunner family, but growing up under the care of his sisters, his handsome cheeks always looked too feminine. He is also a ranger,
This is the only career choice for the Windrunner family, but looking at the eldest sister in front of him, Lilas felt worried in his heart.
He would lose her...lost another relative completely.
"Don't take any chances, okay?"
Liras grabbed Alleria's arm and said urgently:
"Forget Tyrion, come back to Quel'Thalas with us, and live a good life together."
This sentence made Alleria's eyes jump. She pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to hold Liras's wrist, and said in a soft, hoarse, but extremely firm voice:
"No! There are some things that I have to do. I have to... try again, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life. I can feel it."
The emotions of the three Windrunners became stagnant. After a while, Alleria forced a smile and asked about other things:
"How is Shiva doing now?"
Vereesa shrugged and said in a strange tone:
"The second sister has been very close to her student recently... That is a very talented human being named Nathanos Marris. He is a nobleman sent by the Kingdom of Lordaeron to learn ranger combat skills. That guy is smooth-talking.
She deceived the second sister's heart. Although she didn't explain it to us, I can be sure that she was secretly dating Nathanos... What a stupid choice."
"A human?"
Alleria's expression became ugly. She had never met Sylvanas's students, but from Vereesa's words, she heard bad signs. The high elves had been a nation for 6800 years, and it was not without elves and
Other races fall in love, but those initially beautiful relationships end in tragedy.
High elves can live for 3,000 years, while humans can live up to 150 years. A proud woman like Sylvanas is extremely loyal to her feelings. If they come together, after the death of Nathanos, I hope
Alvanas' life will inevitably become lonely and painful.
This is the most essential difference between long-lived species and short-lived species. No matter what the reason is, the result of their coming together will only end in tragedy.
"Then go back and tell Sylvanas!"
Alleria said to Vereesa in a deep voice:
"In the name of the leader of the Windrunner clan, I do not agree with her relationship with that human being! If they are already immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves, just tell her directly that I will never agree to this marriage!"
Hearing Alleria's request, Vereesa showed a bitter smile on her face:
"You know the character of the second sister best. Do you think she will be someone who obeys your orders? No one can change what she has decided unless..."
A hint of cunning flashed in Vereesa's beautiful eyes, and she grabbed Alleria's other arm:
"Unless you go back to supervise her in person, although she always disdains comparison with you, I know that she actually fears and respects you in her heart. If you tell her face to face, she will definitely listen."
"Are you going to watch your sister suffer a terrible fate without wanting to do anything?"
Facing Vereesa's verbal trap, Alleria fell silent again. After a moment, she broke free from her younger brother and sister's arms. She took a step back, let out a deep breath, and looked at her relatives calmly.
"The trouble in my own relationship has not been resolved, so I am not qualified to care about Sylvanas, but don't worry, when I come back from Draenor, I will return to Quel'Thalas as soon as possible, just like
You said it, Vereesa, Sylvanas is my sister and my relative, and I will not allow her to suffer that terrible fate."
The stubborn ranger looked back at the large magic circle that was already in operation. She turned back and waved to her relatives:
"Okay, it's time to say goodbye... Lord Lor'themar will take you back to Quel'Thalas and tell Sylvanas that if you have any trouble, you can ask Lord Lor'themar for help... and
Tell Sylvanas that in my eyes, Lord Lor'themar Theron is more suitable to be her husband than that human!"
"Maintain the magic!"
Standing in the large purple magic circle, Archmage Khadgar looked like he was standing in a ten-level strong wind. His flower-white hair was blown around, and his purple robes also rustled in the wind of magic.
His body was swaying around, and the magic circle filled with 30 high-level mages had reached its highest level. He used the staff of the guardian to support his body to ensure that he would not be swallowed by the growing magic whirlpool in front of him.
Khadgar opened his hand, and a black dragon scale-like gem was suspended in front of his eyes. Under his guidance, the violent magic whirlpool was like guided water, seeping into the dragon scales in front of him little by little.
"The magic conductivity of this thing is simply amazing, and its magic capacity can even be compared to the Eye of Dalaran!"
Khadgar looked at the dragon scale gem that began to emit purple light in front of him, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes:
"Where did Lord Prestor find such a rare thing? Is he really just an ordinary human noble?"
This fleeting thought was quickly interrupted by the magic wind emitting a purple halo. Khadgar took off his thick gloves, stretched out his fingers, and felt the rhythm of magic in the strong wind in front of him. From Medi
Wen's personal teaching allowed him to perfectly control the extremely complicated magic system in front of him.
"Speaking of which, Master Medivh seems to be very eager to reopen the Dark Portal... Those orcs invaded Karazhan. Could it be that they also took away something important to the mentor?"
"Buzz"
A group of purple sparks danced on his finger, which meant that the concentration of magic power here had reached the extreme that humans could bear. He took a step back and waved his hand. The magicians around the circle immediately stopped inputting magic power. The Archmage
Shout loudly:
"Everyone, close your eyes! Don't look directly at this!"
This voice reached the ears of everyone present. Danaus, Turalyon, Alleria and Kurdran Wildhammer who were watching this scene all closed their eyes. The next moment, there was an indescribable touch.
The bright light passed into their eyes through their eyelids, making everyone feel the pain in their eyes.
In front of the empty Dark Gate, a scorching light bursting out like lightning enveloped the entire Dark Gate and the surrounding circular hillsides, like a sun. After a few seconds, the light converged, and Khadgar rubbed it.
Close your eyes and look forward.
There... a purple energy vortex filled the doorposts of the Dark Portal. Although it was not the same as being driven by evil energy, the powerful energy and the perfect spatial structure of the Dark Portal were enough to make this door open.
The world portal restarts.
Feeling the breath of another world coming from the energy vortex, the Archmage sighed. He himself didn't know whether this step was right or wrong.
But no matter what, before his eyes, the door to another world opened!