Silver Moon City is so quiet at night. Even in the midst of a disturbing war, people still need to rest. This is the instinct of life.
King Anastarian is sitting in his palace. This leader is nearly 3,000 years old, but he is a powerful mage. Through the washing of magic power, he can make him look less old, and at the same time, he can still look old.
Full of energy.
He has the same long golden hair as Kael'thas, but because he is too old, the golden hair is mixed with many conspicuous white hairs, which means that the old king is no longer young.
He looked through the battle reports from the front line. In his heart, the king was dismissive of the threat from the orcs.
Just like he never thought that the rude trolls could break through Quel'Thalas, he also didn't think that the orcs could break into his kingdom. The miracle of the high elves and the Sunwell containing endless magic protected his kingdom.
and the people, and the supreme wisdom left by the late king, the Bandi Renoir Barrier has protected this country for 6,800 years, and it will also protect its people in the years to come.
"Kael'thas, my son..."
The old king picked up a letter, which was written to his father by the elf prince Kael'thas who was traveling in Dalaran. He suggested in his heart that his father should make up his mind as soon as possible and join the alliance. This prince had no idea about the orcs' offensive sweeping the continent.
In his eyes, and in every line of his words, he revealed his concern for Quel'Thalas.
But this concern made King Anastarian a little dissatisfied.
"You still can't understand why I want to keep distance from humans..."
The old king put down the letter in his hand, closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and said to himself:
"They are not even willing to help their own kingdoms, and you still hope that they will help foreigners... When the Kingdom of Stormwind fell, the ugly behavior of those kings was simply disgusting."
The attendants in the palace were doing their own things quietly. The old king had ruled Quel'Thalas for nearly 3,000 years. His authority in this country could no longer be described in words. In a sense,
Anastarian Sunstrider has become the symbol of Quel'Thalas!
The old king stood up and walked slowly to the terrace of the palace. He stared at the distant sky. In the dark night, the light of the Sunwell illuminated the northernmost tip of the continent, making Silver Moon City never dark.
"My son, you are still too young."
"boom"
Just when the old king was about to turn around and leave to rest, a sudden wave of magic power caused his expression to change drastically. He turned around and saw a twisted and chaotic magic storm in the sky of Yongge Forest tearing apart the darkness of the sky.
, this scene made the king's fist clenched tightly.
"Banti Renoir's barrier has been destroyed! This...how is this possible!"
On the other side, outside the scope of the barrier, warriors from the Stormrage Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan are waiting. These two small clans that rely on magic to fight are ready for battle under the leadership of their chiefs, but
To be honest, they themselves don't know what they are waiting for.
In the shroud of darkness, the gloomy orc warlock Gul'dan looked at the battlefield in the darkness in the distance. His dark red eyes were filled with extreme disgust and dissatisfaction. Tyrion was right, this guy was planning secretly.
For some things, he needs time.
The tall ogre Cho'gall put on a special robe. He held a bone staff in his hand and sat cross-legged next to Gul'dan like a rude ogre. The two talked through spiritual links.
talk.
"The elf said he could destroy the barrier, and Saurfang believed him! (Gul'dan, he began to doubt you)"
The way Cho'gall talks is very strange. He has two heads, twice the thinking, double the wisdom, and double the combat effectiveness.
Of course, he would occasionally quarrel with himself, which would make him twice as happy and twice as troublesome.
This guy is used to talking with both heads at the same time. If you don't adapt to his rhythm, you will feel very confused.
Facing Cho'gall's size, Gul'dan snorted in the spiritual link and said disdainfully:
"Let him go, be it Saurfang or Orgrim, these guys who are immersed in mortal wars have no idea what we are pursuing... They are just a group of pathetic mortals. I just need
Hurry up, soon... soon we will be able to get rid of them! Cho'gall, my apprentice, will your clan be willing to sacrifice their lives for you?"
"Of course! (Those who disobeyed have been killed!)"
"That's good. It takes many, many souls to open that temple. The more people who follow us, the better... Believe me, my apprentice, we will soon embark on a road to becoming gods! Let these rude people
The orcs, please continue to work for the devil, we...we will get rid of all this! I swear!"
Gul'dan let out a deep, hoarse laugh. In his eyes was a vision of the future, a desire for power, a trademark viciousness and cruelty, and at the deepest level, there was a rare hope for freedom.
As a complete witness and implementer of the major events in the orc world of Draenor from prosperity to collapse, Gul'dan was the first orc to come into contact with those behind the scenes, and he was also the one who knew their power best. He had been in the orc world
As their spokesperson, he personally destroyed his own world for them. Under their orders, he built the Dark Portal and led the orcs to invade another world.
But as a warlock who crazily pursues power, will Gul'dan be willing to be a humble chess piece?
No, he doesn't want to!
He also has a more advanced pursuit... He wants to master the ultimate power among the stars! He wants to... break away from the shackles brought to him by the mastermind behind the scenes, he wants to be free! He wants to dominate them in turn! Eventually, the entire stars will be destroyed.
Become his kingdom!
This is a very arrogant fantasy, but...who said that a bad guy who does all kinds of evil can't have his own dreams?
"boom"
The magic storm that burst out from the dark battlefield ahead turned into a substantial violent wind, blowing through everything around it and interrupting Gul'dan's thinking.
He stretched out his hand to block his eyes. The sudden strong wind caused the warlocks and mages behind him to shout in surprise. The pure and powerful magic power contained in the wind made everyone including Gul'dan
, couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"This is...this is the power of the elves' sunwell?"
Gul'dan closed his eyes and took a deep sniff in the wind. The smell of magic in the wind made his whole body tremble. Beside him, the ogre Cho'gall stood up and opened his arms in this way.
Embrace the pure magic that hits you.
"So powerful! So pure! So bright!"
Gul'dan opened his eyes, and his dark red eyes were filled with the desire to conquer and the coveting of power. After the rune stone was pulled out, the barrier was broken, and the oppression of magic power no longer existed. Gul'dan leaned on
His own skeletal cane, his fingers pointing forward in the darkness:
"Go! Kill all those elves and destroy this country... The Sunwell, this terrifying source of magic... When we come back, it will belong to me!"
The warriors of the Ravager Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan roared like wild beasts. The fel blood surging in their bodies made them almost lose their minds under the stimulation of the war. They howled and rushed towards the battlefield ahead.
Gul'dan's outstretched fingers flipped, huge magic power pulsed at his fingertips, and green runes flipped and shattered on his arms. In the call of the twisted void, a scorching and huge life form responded to the warlock's call.
.
"Snapped"
Gul'dan's fingers jumped. The next moment, in the dark sky in the distance, the sky was torn open, and meteorites burning with dark green flames fell from the sky. Like a signal of war and destruction, they smashed towards the Taquilin battlefield.
"boom"
The meteorite quickly hit the ground, hitting the retreating camp of rangers and elf mages. The collision caused dozens of people to die in an instant. Dark green flames splashed out. In the crater, a huge object appeared.
Standing up slowly, it was an evil creature composed of dark green scorching stones and evil energy connected together.
It is one of the largest siege weapons among demons, and it is also the iconic war magic of warlocks...Hellfire!
"boom"
The Hellfire Giant stretched out its body more than 5 meters high. The body made of stones was burning with scorching magic fire. It roared silently towards the sky. It clenched its fist and blasted towards the ground. In just an instant, the Ranger
The line of defense they had formed with so much difficulty was shattered.
And this is just the beginning!
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
Gul'dan walked toward the battlefield. Where he walked, the dark space was torn to pieces. His whole body was covered with black scales, and his sharp teeth made people shudder. A ferocious and huge number of demon hounds rushed out of it, and in Gul'dan
Under the evil command, they quickly formed an army of demons, followed closely by the demon guards. Those ferocious and terrifying demons easily cleared the way for Gul'dan.
In front of Orgrim, Gul'dan would not use warlock magic to provoke it, but on this land far away from the main battlefield, no one could care about him.
The power of high-level warlocks on the battlefield is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. A warlock who completely lets go can become an army by himself!
The demon army summoned by Gul'dan alone used its unstoppable power to brutally destroy the last resistance of the rangers.
Outside the ruins of the destroyed town of Taquilin, Tyrion, who was supporting his body with a heavy sword, bent down, picked up the dimmed rune stone from the flesh and blood on the ground, and handed it to
Serent.
"Remember this place, Serent!"
Tyrion said to his confidant: "Then take it and hide nearby! Wait for my order..."
Serent didn't say anything more. He took the rune stone, turned around and quickly disappeared into the already extremely noisy night. Behind him, Grokush asked softly:
"This is the opportunity you created for me?"
Tyrion nodded:
"I have never forgotten my promise. You see, when the barrier is closed again, all the orcs and trolls who have penetrated into it will lose their ability to cast spells. Facing a Gul'dan who cannot cast spells, haven't you?
Confidence?”
"hey-hey"
Grokush smiled ferociously, and the dark red death energy wrapped around his body, repairing his injuries. He clenched his fists, and his dim eyes became bright red and cruel:
"I will twist off his head with my own hands... What happens after this is done? Tyrion, are you still planning to return to the tribe?"
Faced with this problem, Tyrion put the heavy sword behind his back and hooked his fingers. A moment later, a huge white bone griffin landed beside him silently. He rode on the griffin and turned to face him.
Grokush said:
"It's time to say goodbye to the tribe... Look at the corpses all over the ground. I may have to thank them for their killings and providing us with enough soldiers! After you kill Gul'dan, we will leave Northern Xinjiang.
.There is nothing worth remembering in this battlefield."
The bone griffin flapped its wings and flew silently into the darkness above. Tyrion looked at the forest below filled with war and blood. He was going to the war to select strong enough warriors to fill his knighthood.
This will be his greatest reward for rekindling the flames of war.
Tyrion didn't have much thoughts about personally leading the invaders into his former motherland. As early as the moment he recovered from death, his fate had been completely separated.
There is no memory, no tenderness, no pain, no shame. His life that has become cold can no longer accommodate these things. Death fills the other side of life into this body, and as the orcs ignite the flames of war throughout Quel'Thalas, Tai
The darkness and death brought by Rayon will also fill this place bit by bit.