The purple light expanded and rotated, like a drowning person struggling desperately to stretch his cheek out of sleep. The twisted light curtain was finally broken through after reflecting the complete human face.
Holding the staff of the guardian and covered with defensive magic, Khadgar opened his eyes and moved his body to "pull" himself out of the sticky magic vortex.
He stood on the steps of the Dark Portal on the Draenor side. As the first human to enter the world of Draenor, he stared directly at the scene in front of him.
"Oh... hell!"
Yes, outside the Dark Portal, there is not a fertile prairie or a lush forest. The Hellfire Peninsula is broken, and the barren dark red land is covered with cracks. No plants can survive in such an environment.
The sky above them is gloomy, just like the Cursed Land, and the pale white light that sometimes appears in the clouds further intensifies this doomsday scene.
This is due to the revival of elemental spirits in this world, which has stopped the evil corrosion from Shadowmoon Valley. Otherwise, the situation in Hellfire Peninsula will only be worse.
In Khadgar's gaze, directly in front of the Dark Portal, a huge, black fortress located under the ravine on the ground stood like a sleeping giant on the wasteland. Apart from it,
Outside, this land is almost empty.
There are no orcs! There is no fierce battle as imagined! There is no obvious danger...here, there is nothing but despair and deathly silence!
"This is the greenskin's hometown?"
General Danas, who was the second to step through the Dark Door, looked at everything in front of him in stunned silence. After a moment, he whispered:
"If the world were like this, I might understand why those orcs would invade Azeroth repeatedly... Compared with here, our hometown is like paradise."
"No!"
Khadgar shook his head, looked toward the southwest, and touched his fingers:
"There, in that direction, I felt the presence of magic! There must still be life in this world... but the land in front of me is probably gone."
This is how the senses of mages and warriors are. Behind him, the expedition slowly passed through the Dark Portal. The leader of the Paladins, Turayan, was riding on a war horse. He looked at the Hellfire Peninsula in front of him. He shook his head, and
Just when he was about to give the order, a faint voice appeared in his ears.
It's like...like a hymn!
"Did you hear that?"
Turalyon suddenly grabbed General Danaus' arm and said in a deep voice:
"Did you hear it? That singing! Holy, pure, full of holy light perception, singing! The sound of hymns! Didn't you hear it?"
"Are you feeling unwell? Turalyon"
Khadgar looked at the leader of the Paladins with a strange expression, and whispered: "The injury on your soul has not healed yet. You should listen to me and stay in Watchfort."
"No, no! Khadgar, it's not that I'm hallucinating!"
Turalyon grabbed the attendant beside him, which was a tall human knight named Jor-El. He was once the adjutant of the deceased high knight Gavin Rad, and is now the captain of the expeditionary team of paladin.
"Joe, tell them what you heard!"
Turalyon said something. Paladin Jor-El hesitated, but after a moment, he reached out and pointed to the southwest:
"Indeed, the general is right. I can also hear the singing, if it is there or not, it is in that direction! Something is calling us... It is a holy and bright existence."
This phenomenon immediately attracted the attention of the Sons of Lothar. The expedition team camped on the land closest to the Dark Portal. After detailed investigation, Khadgar was surprised to find that only the Paladins and the accompanying priests could hear the so-called
No one else, whether they are rangers or gryphon knights, can hear the song.
"So, the call of the Holy Light?"
The Archmage frowned: "In this desolate world, does the Holy Light also exist?"
"Even more pure than the Holy Light we came into contact with in Azeroth! Khadgar!"
Turalyon took the archmage's arm with a sincere expression. He looked around and said softly:
"There must be a creature of Holy Light more powerful than Azeroth in this world. I must pass this news back to the Silver Hand headquarters! If it really exists, then this world... this world will become the Paladins'
Holy place!”
"This is the world of the orcs! It has evil intentions for us! Turalyon!"
The Archmage said sharply:
"Are you crazy? Do you want to summon some paladins before we have a stable footing? This is too risky! I can't agree!"
This scolding made the great knight who was inspired by the Holy Light wake up a little. He thought about it and nodded.
"You're right, Khadgar. I'm a little impatient. At least until we see that existence with our own eyes, we can't act rashly... Forgive me for my rashness."
Khadgar shook his head. Everything is fine when dealing with the Paladins. They are friendly, humble and helpful, but when it comes to faith, these guys armed with the Holy Light will become something else, stubborn, impulsive and
Aggressive, they are eager to show the greatness of the Holy Light to any enemy who does not believe in the Holy Light.
Khadgar, like other mages, has a critical attitude towards any faith. Deep in his heart, he does not believe that the Holy Light is truly selfless. Every faith has its own shortcomings, and the same goes for the Holy Light.
But this was not the most important thing for him to consider. Khadgar raised his head, and more than 30 gryphons carrying dwarves and human gryphon knights rushed towards every direction of this endless wasteland. They would be there in the shortest possible time.
, sent back information about the dead Hellfire Peninsula, and on the other side, the knights led by Danas personally had begun to explore the surrounding environment.
"There's an orc camp there!"
Ten minutes later, Alleria, riding a war horse, stopped in front of the archmage. She pointed in the southeast direction, and the ranger's face looked a little strange:
"The building is still intact, with no traces of damage. From what we saw, it seems to have been actively abandoned. The orcs there walked in a hurry. After leaving the camp, the traces they left became scattered.
It seems like there was a big battle, but the strangest thing is right here!"
Alleria looked at the Hellfire Fortress in the distance with some uneasiness, and she whispered:
"The corpses in the fortress are missing... In fact, in every stronghold we searched, not even a single corpse was found. Khadgar, something is wrong with this place! Prepare for defense in advance."
"Thank you for your hard work, Alleria."
Khadgar nodded to the ranger captain. The more information they collected, the more doubts the archmage had in his heart. Finally, he set his sights on the dead Hellfire Fortress ahead.
The Archmage had a premonition that all the secrets would be answered in that huge fortress.
The activities of the Alliance Expeditionary Force could not be hidden from the current owner of this land. In the quiet and warm darkness, the lord in a black dress turned over on her large bed. Her face was pretty and beautiful, and in the long dress
The looming figure underneath was even more eye-catching, and the moment the first team of alliance sentries approached her fortress, the lord suddenly opened his eyes.
In the darkness, there was a flash of blood red, like two evil fires lit.
"Haha... I finally have fun."
The news of the arrival of guests from another world immediately appeared in Tyrion's mind. On the dark temple in the distant Shadowmoon Valley, Lord Darkblade stood up from his cold throne.
Walking to the edge of the rooftop, he looked at the knights patrolling around the repaired Dark Temple below.
A different emotion danced in his ice-blue eyes, and he called out in the spiritual link. Soon, the shadow behind him danced, revealing the figure of the Blood Watcher. Compared with a year ago, Nasa
The unruly aura around him was much less, as if he had completely understood his current situation over time and chose to obey.
But this does not mean that she is completely devoted to Tyrion. In fact, she still has her own way, but she will no longer take the initiative to challenge the bottom line of the Death Lord in front of her.
"The Dark Portal is still opened, but one year and six months have been gained. This is enough. Nasa, send your watchers to Azeroth before those humans close the Dark Portal.
Contact our agent there..."
"Contact is not a problem."
Nasa's fingers were shaking, and a small dagger danced back and forth in her hand, like a butterfly piercing a flower. She glanced at Tyrion's back and whispered:
"But it has been a year and a half since we last contacted him. Who knows if the goblin is still loyal to us? You also know that even after death, he can be easily bribed with money."
"If he betrays, then there is no need for him to exist."
Tyrion waved his finger:
"His life and death are decided by you. When the "friends" of the alliance step into this world, they are not a trouble, but I have to solve the matter at the Arak Peak Forest first... so the war can only be left to Lu
Minas, I hope she will be merciful to her guests."
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, Tyrion, you are always so confident."
Nasa's figure disappeared into the darkness, and her voice became deeper:
"There is a huge time bomb beside you, and she holds most of the secrets of the Dark Blade Knights. Once this bomb explodes, the world under your rule will have no secrets left in front of the Alliance...
So, do you need me to help you get rid of her?"
"No need!"
The death knight whispered: "She is also a member of the Dark Blade Knight. I believe that after being with us for so long, her sense of death must be very different... But what you are thinking makes sense."
"Bang"
Tyrion snapped his fingers in the darkness, and a moment later, a Broken One wearing a unique shaman robe, two golden scythes on his waist, and a skull pendant on his back walked into the rooftop. He half-knelt in front of Tyrion.
He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice:
"What are your orders? Master."
"Akama, how is your relationship with Teredor going?"
Tyrion asked about another matter. Akama, the leader of the Ashtongue Breakers and a powerful shaman, respectfully replied:
"The Draenei in Teledor still reject us, but thanks to your kindness, the way of the elements has begun to spread throughout the Broken Breaker camp in Draenor. With this, I can communicate with those who live in Teledor.
The leader of the Broken in Dor, I maintain contact with my former friend Nobundo, but Nobundo's status in Teledor is not noble... It is difficult to say whether he can be among those arrogant Draenei.
The upper class of society.”
"That's enough, you did a good job."
Tyrion nodded. He looked back at the leader of the Broken Ones. The scene when they first met two years ago was still vivid in his mind. At that time, Akama was physically shriveled, mentally fragile, and had lost his faith in the Holy Light.
He was a little hopeless, but after learning the shaman's elemental ways, Akama regained his faith and became stronger.
Not only did he regain his strength, but more importantly, his new faith filled the emptiness in his and his people's hearts, making the Ashtongue Breaker a force that cannot be ignored in the Black Temple in the past two years.
Although Akama himself is grateful to Tyrion, it is difficult to say whether he is loyal to the death knight.
"Continue to maintain your connection with Teledor. If necessary, I may need you to use this connection to build a bridge between the Dark Blade Knights and the Draenei. In addition, you should tell Ella personally!"
"Hellfire Fortress has encountered some kind of threat, and her good friend Luminas needs help, so I will send her to Hellfire Peninsula with a part of the Breakers and Death Knights to prepare her for war!"
"As you command, Master."
Akama's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness, and the death knight's eyes narrowed. He was thinking about another thing.
"Engineer Ella, a dwarf living among the dead, you seem to have adapted to this high-ranking life, but you will meet your former friends, face your current friends, Luminas who has been protecting you
...Between the living and the dead, what choice would you make?"
