The golden, somewhat shabby pocket watch was opened with the cold fingertips. Even in another world, this symbol of the past was still operating meticulously. The time from Azeroth rippled in Khadgar's palm.
Standing in front of the ruins of the Dark Portal, it seemed very quiet.
For orthodox mages, things like clocks are often endowed with many deeper meanings. Every time the pointer crosses a grid, it symbolizes the passage of time by one second, and the slight sound of the gears also means that life is slowing down.
The passage of time, for many mages, clocks represent far more than just time itself.
But time, this word has lost its meaning to Khadgar today.
His eyes swept over the pocket watch. After the two black hands overlapped again, he raised his head and looked at the "restored" ruins in front of him. A few years ago, the pillars of the Dark Gate in the world of Draenor were made of
He destroyed it with his own hands. At that time, he thought it was right to completely bury the symbol of disaster, but now, that childish concept has long been erased.
"call"
The dead wind of the Hellfire Peninsula blew across his face, blowing up his long gray hair, and making the cloak behind the Archlich flutter. Behind the cloak, under the high platform, were the black undead.
They formed a military formation quietly, one after another behind the Dark Door, and continued into the Hellfire Fortress in the center of the desolate land.
Two-thirds of the undead in the entire Draenor world are already standing here. A huge number of undead infantry are guarding the death knights on war horses, as well as those giant statues as tall as hills and covered with thick iron armor.
, these ultimate land weapons also have some golden devices installed on their backs, as if they are carrying heavy artillery and moving forward.
There are also some noisy demon blood undead at the end of the team. The demon blood has changed their undead bodies. Although the impact on the dead is not as profound as on the living, the demon blood is innately violent and violent.
The chaos still affected their sanity.
Finally, there are the Death Crow people suspended in the sky. Although Queen Lexi did not participate in this expedition, she kept her promise and handed over most of the Screamers to the command of the Death Lords.
Among the undead and silent screamers, the strange and huge Death Raven hovers in the sky, its shadow shrouding the earth, silent and dangerous.
The death lords who did not follow Tyrion to Azeroth also gathered here. Yrel, Roglio, Saurfang, two blood mages, and a strange high elf were riding on their own
On his war horse, he stood behind Khadgar, waiting for that moment to arrive.
In front of everyone's eyes, the once destroyed pillars of the Dark Gate have been rebuilt. Since the magic lines and space cracks have been widened, the newly built Dark Gate has become wider, enough to accommodate hundreds of people passing through at the same time, just like
It looks like a triumphal arch, and on both sides of the pillars, there are too many patterns carved in the style of Dark Blade, and the whole body is dark red, which looks very strange and ominous.
"Click"
The golden pocket watch was closed, and the great lich took off the white skull from his waist. He looked at the empty pillars of the Dark Gate in front of him, and he whispered:
"The time has come, everyone."
"Buzz"
Huge, cold magic burst out from the Arch Lich's hand. At the next moment, the shadow energy in Gul'dan's Skull was drawn out. The Arch Lich's body was quickly covered with a layer of shadow, and those dark sparks were on his body.
Beating, fine dark lightning wrapped around the space around him.
In the eyes that can see through the magic, those silent magic threads are connected one by one, and a huge space rift is awakened. It roars and tears through the calm air, projecting itself in front of the eyes of hundreds of thousands of undead.
The empty pillars are filled.
"Many times, I think about the fate of Azeroth. In that era full of turmoil, disaster and pain, is there a way, an answer that can satisfy everyone, including the world?"
The plain voice of the Archlich reached the ears of the death lords behind him:
"No, there is no such way."
"Buzz"
The dark green energy vortex began to rotate in the wide pillar stone of the Dark Gate, and the speed became faster and faster, just like a lit spar lamp. The psychedelic green light followed a fulcrum and spread outward rapidly.
It was like a door being pushed open from the inside, exposing a dangerous world to everyone.
"Many times, peace is not the only answer."
Khadgar stretched out his hand and pulled his purple wizard hat, and the shadow gradually faded from his cold body. He reached out and took his guardian staff from the hands of the lich Drandon standing behind him.
Amidst the beating of the undead rune on the top of the staff, an obscure light burst out from the staff and pierced into the rapidly rotating dark green vortex in front of him.
As if some kind of stabilizer had been added, the beating space cracks quickly stopped under Khadgar's control. Behind the slowly flowing energy vortex, a familiar world had opened its door and was waiting.
Visits from guests.
"Come on, follow me."
Khadgar strolled forward with his staff, and the death lords followed him silently. The undead army behind him, which could submerge a city in an instant, also slowly moved forward, just like the quiet tide of the sea began to surge.
Anyone who sees this scene will feel terrified.
"Prove it to me..."
Khadgar's body took a step forward and merged into the green vortex. The Archlich's consciousness was immersed in the twisted space of the world connected by the Dark Portal in the next moment, but he was already strong enough, and the tyrannical magic was wrapped in his
Physically, protect him from the torment of this storm.
When he opened his eyes again, the dark red land and pale sky that were exactly the same as the Hellfire Peninsula appeared in front of him. The great lich, who no longer needed to breathe, looked at the fortress in the distance. He let out a long sigh:
"Prove to me... we're not wasting our time."
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"Huge energy fluctuations have been detected in the direction of the Dark Portal! Get up, let's go take a look!"
In the Watch Castle at dusk, the mages stationed in the castle had just finished dinner. After having a full meal and wine, everyone was ready to end the day's work. But at this moment, a wave of energy that made the mages tremble with fear erupted from the sky.
Bursts out in the direction of the Dark Portal.
It was like a whip struck everyone hard, causing some lazy mages to rush to their surveillance posts like donkeys being chased.
After the rebuilding of the Holy Arathor Empire, Lothar promulgated many new decrees, one of which was to place Watchfort directly under the management of the imperial center. Obviously, the new emperor valued this border area very much. After his call,
Next, Dalaran specially sent a luxurious mage group to stay here.
There are also royal guards from the Arathor Empire, as well as elite soldiers who were originally stationed here. It can be said that the Watch Fort is developing into a super-large defensive fortress. In Emperor Lothar's plan, the Watch Fort
In the future, it will become a defensive city, firmly blocking the southern frontier of the empire.
The emperor saw the huge threat from another world, and he made efforts for it, but now it seems that his efforts were obviously not enough, or in other words, he still underestimated the power that Tyrion had worked so hard to accumulate.
, hibernation... long-term hibernation exists only for victory.
"The spatial rift in the Dark Gate has been torn open!"
The Archmage Sarslanan from Dalaran controls the Surveillance Orb, using the magic outposts arranged around the Dark Portal crater as nodes, watching everything that happens at the Dark Portal from the perspective of the sky.
The high elf archmage saw with his own eyes the dark green vortex rippling through the ruins of the collapsed Dark Portal. He saw the rapidly rotating energy vortex and the final giant portal.
This caused sweat to appear on the Archmage's forehead. He had participated in the Orc War, and he knew very well what it meant that the Dark Portal was opened again, but in fact, everyone thought that it was impossible for the Dark Portal to be opened again, because opening the darkness
The key to the door, a treasure known as the Skull of Gul'dan, is now in the hands of the draenei prophet.
"Either he lied to us, or the creatures in that world have found a new source of energy."
Other mages are also nervously observing the situation at the scene. They have opened the communication orb and are preparing to send the news of the opening of the Dark Portal back to Dalaran and the Empire.
On the other hand, the soldiers who had received the news had begun to gather amidst the piercing alarm bells. The general commanding the soldiers was no longer Danath Trollbane, but General Rosenden from the Kingdom of Stormwind. Likewise,
He is a warrior on the battlefield and a sincere paladin.
But just as the soldiers were gathering nervously, a human with gray-white hair wearing a purple robe appeared in Archmage Saslanan's observation perspective. He was carrying a staff and slowly emerged from the rotating door of darkness.
After walking out, the next moment, the guy raised his head and seemed to see eyes in the sky that did not exist.
"Buzz"
The Archmage's surveillance perspective suddenly shattered at this moment, but the elf had already seen the man's face clearly...
"Khadgar..."
Saslanan muttered the name to himself. He had lived in Dalaran for decades. It was impossible for him to misidentify that face, but those eyes, those silver eyes shining with cold light.
.
All of this gave the Archmage an ominous premonition. He turned around and snatched the communication orb from his apprentice's hand. The magic communication frequency with Dalaran was turned on at the next moment, and a line of magic-written text shone above the communication orb.
, and at the same moment, the dazzling portal light suddenly lit up in the center of the mage outpost in Watchfort.
Archmage Saslanan turned around and saw the archlich and his entourage, Shi Shiran, walking out of the halo of the broken portal. The spatial anchor lock that had been activated did not stop the attack at all.
Khadgar touched the staff on the ground, and the rapidly spreading white frost burst out from under his feet, freezing everything around him with a sweeping force. He stared at the big elf in front of him with his silver eyes.
Master, he said softly:
"The living are really lazy. Even after several years, the parameters of the space anchor have not been modified. Don't you know that the parameters of the space array here were all set by me?"
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of the Lich's mouth, six golden rune locks rippled around his body, and the crazy magic power belonging to the Arch Lich exploded. In the next moment, the entire city wall was covered with ice, and those weak mage apprentices
He didn't even have time to struggle before he was frozen into ice sculptures.
"It's time to pay for your negligence and laziness... Survivors, you should fight desperately for yourself, otherwise..."
"Bang"
A high-level mage who tried to use teleportation to escape was cut into half by the forcibly cut teleportation spell while the archlich's fingers danced. With blood splattering everywhere, Khadgar looked at Saslanan.
, he whispered:
"Otherwise, you will just fall down like a nobody."
At the same time, on the ground less than 1,000 meters away from the Watch Fortress, the Lich Drandon, who was transformed by Khadgar himself, opened a temporary portal. As the ground shook, the powerful war weapon Colossus stepped in.
In the outpost of Watchfort, behind this monster as huge as a mountain, Death Lord Yrel is manipulating the golden heavy cannon carried on its back.
"A cheap imitation of Rukhmar's Breath...it is said to be more than one-third as powerful as the original."
The fully-armed hoof girl put the polished Apexis crystal column into the magazine and blinked at the Draenei banshee floating beside her:
"I've actually wanted to try this thing for a long time."
The banshee Samaro circled Yrel and the golden heavy cannon for two weeks, and she said in a sharp voice:
"Don't blame me for attacking you, Yrel. This thing is not as intimidating as the original version, and I hate sunlight."
"Click"
The casing above the golden heavy cannon was pushed open, and the Apexis crystal focusing mirror emitting bright light began to absorb the pale sunlight of the cursed land. Yrel shrugged, and the next moment, Samaro's illusory body disappeared.
In the body of a good sister, Yrel's left eye became as red as blood. She carefully adjusted the direction, and finally, when the gathering sunlight caused the surrounding temperature to rise rapidly, she pulled the trigger.
"boom"
Two scorching rays of light shot out from the gems carved into skulls of the heavy cannon, like a scorching-hot lightsaber unsheathed, accurately hitting the wall of the Watch Fortress. After the rays of light dissipated, the city wall was hit by tenths of the light.
The castle of one completely collapsed in silent annihilation.
In the scorching ruins, Khadgar casually picked up the communication orb on the ground. Behind him, Archmage Saslanan fell to the ground with lifeless eyes. His body was covered with traces of severe frostbite, and he
His heart has been pierced by the ice.
"drop"
There was a crisp sound, and the magic communication was sent. A few seconds later, Dalaran's communication center received the message from Nethergarde Keep.
"Dark Portal, everything is normal."
The last BOSS in the siege of Boralus...sigh...it's hard to describe in words
