Azeroth’s Death Track

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The elven ranger who was cared about was not aware of the thoughts in the distance. She stood outside the dark gate, above the crater whose terrain was changed, and allowed the cold wind to blow her long blond hair.

She looked directly at the dark door in front of her, where there were only two huge storm stone pillars, and the internal portal suddenly went out 7 days ago, which made people too late to react, and even directly disrupted the children of Lothar. The plan has been made, and this seems to be a sudden event, because after the dark door was closed, the 30,000 orcs originally stationed here also suffered.

It seems that even they do not know what happened on the other side of the Dark Portal.

When the coalition army arrived, the nearly collapsed orc began to retreat in the direction of the valley of thorns under the command of several chiefs. The two sides fought under the dark door. Thanks to the morale of the orc collapse, the alliance side was barely A big victory.

But there are still more than 20,000 orcs who fled into the jungle of Stranglethorn. These free orcs will definitely become Azeroth's trouble...

At this time, behind Aurelia, there was a newly built camp. Union soldiers moved back and forth around the camp, carrying supplies, and it seemed that they planned to stay for a long time.

The door of darkness suddenly opened for the second time and sounded the alarm for all the rulers. The threat from the orcs was not over, so outside the watch tower, the alliance began to build a second outpost, which must have monitoring, warning and counterattacks. The power, so outside the camp, there are some mages, combat mages from Dalaran will also join the sentry.

They will be led by Archmage Khadgar of Watchtower.

"Aurelia, what are you looking at?"

Along with the rapid flapping of the Griffon's wings, the dwarf's unique loud voice rang above Aurelia's head. She lifted her head and plucked her long hair blown away by the wind, and saw Kudran. Jumping from the Griffon, this royal member of the Wildhammer dwarf took care of his appearance rare, neatly groomed his beard and hair, and even sprayed perfume.

Looking at him, he knew that this single dwarf was also dumped by the beauty of the beautiful ranger, and became the second suitor of Aurelia, except Turalyon. Of course, the ranger also did not like him. , But unlike the indifference when facing Paladin Turalyon, Aurelia and Kurdran can talk a few words.

The dwarf is a very reliable friend, although it is not possible to be a boyfriend.

"I was thinking about what happened on the other side of the Dark Portal."

Aurelia smiled and took the fruit handed over from Kurdran. She sat on the stone, and the dwarf sat cross-legged beside her. The two chatted.

"Why did the dark door controlled by them suddenly close when the orcs clearly took advantage... and how long did it take us to open it and enter Draenor."

"Uh, your idea is a little weird."

Kurdran shrugged and looked up to take a sip of wine. He wiped the wine stains from his mouth and looked at the dark door in the depressed valley before his eyes. He whispered:

"If it is possible, I don't want to walk into the dark gate. God knows where there is, and the orcs may not be the worst."

"But we always have to find a solution to this hidden danger. Khadgar is right. We can't give the orcs the initiative of war."

Aurelia took a bite of the berry and said to the dwarf:

"Sooner or later we will pass it, destroy it completely on the other side."

"Yesterday I saw Khadgar. His face was ugly. It is said that he had just returned from Dalaran."

The dwarf happily shared his own gossip message:

"It is said that he had a quarrel with the Archmages of Dalaran. Those Archmages were reluctant to help him. In fact, from the king to the farmer, no one wants us to open the door of darkness on our own initiative, so Khadgar Deciding to study by himself, 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 you think the kings look like?"

The ranger looked at the dwarf and lowered his voice:

"Isn't it like burying your head in the ground and pretending you can't see the dangerous ostrich?"

"Pooh, hahaha, this metaphor is very vivid!"

Kudran laughed, but after the laugh, the atmosphere between the two became low. After the dwarf had finished drinking a bottle of wine, he asked in a low voice:

"You are sad, Aurelia. Even though you sometimes laugh, your smile is full of sorrow. You are so persistent that you want to enter that world. Is there something important to you there? ?"

This problem silenced the Ranger for a few minutes. When she looked up, a gust of wind blew her long hair again. In the shadow of the scattered blond hair, the Ranger's voice was very light and soft, just like whispering in the wind .

"Yes, there is something I must get back, there is a person I must see, there is a poor worm hiding in that world, he is waiting for me to save him."

At the same time, at the Watchtower on the edge of the Cursed Land, Archmage Khadgar, who was digging into research in the mage tower, also met a special guest.

Khadgar received the messy hair and walked into the lobby of the only hotel in the Watchtower, full of soldiers who passed the time. They drank and chatted, and a burst of one broke out from time to time. There was a laugh, the waitress who walked around the table, gave a glass of barley beer to the guests, flexibly evaded the salty pig hands stretched out, and also said two meaty words to the soldiers who knew him.

In short, the lobby of the entire pub is very noisy, but also full of energy.

Khadgar’s guest was an identified person. Naturally, it was impossible to sit with the rude soldiers. The Archmage walked up the stairs to the third floor. In the interval of the thick wood, the noise from the hall was small. 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, looking more than 30 years old, with neat hair combing and almost perfect beard. He was wearing a long black trench coat with northern Xinjiang style, and the lined dress was dotted with white lace Bian, at first glance is an identified Lord.

In fact, Khadgar knew that this was a real nobleman, a ruling lord who was about to inherit Alterac’s rule, and when Khadgar walked into the wine hall, this elegant nobleman just let go With the glass in his hand, he turned to look at the Archmage, and he was not angry at Khadgar's bad appearance. On the contrary, a bright smile appeared in those bright black eyes.

"Come over to the bar, Master Khadgar, you look tired."

"Hello, Lord Presto."

Khadgar was also polite. In Karazhan, he learned magic with the eccentric Medivh for several years. He also contracted Medivh’s unruly personality habits. Frankly speaking, he was unwilling to deal with the nobility, especially for those red tapes. Big.

He sat across from the lord, took the wine glass and took a sip. The next moment, the Master's complexion turned red, and the wine that flowed into his throat rushed into his stomach like a blaze. Almost made Khadgar scream, but as the wine melted in his stomach, a warm sensation flooded his body and even dispelled mental fatigue.

"Dragon fire wine elaborately brewed by the dwarf wine master is said to be very suitable for drinking by the mage. How does it taste? Master Khadgar?"

The lord in front of him asked with a smile, Khadgar groaned in a pleasant mood. After a while, he opened his eyes, and the exhaustion in his eyes swept away. He looked at the lord in front of him, and suddenly felt that the nobility did not seem to be so. Annoying.

"This wine is really good, nothing!"

Khadgar praised, but the next moment, he turned to the topic:

"You're here to trace the book of Medivh snatched by the orcs, right? That's a valuable collection of Alterac's royal family, I can understand your urgency, but unfortunately, that book has been brought in by the orcs The world of Draenor...and you probably already know it."

Khadgar made a regretful expression:

"The door to darkness is closed. We can't get into Draenor, and there is no way to retrieve the book for you, at least in the short term."

This sentence made Lord Presto's expression serious. He coughed and said:

"The book of Medivh is a jewel of Alterac. We will get it no matter what the price is, and I have heard of the quarrel between you and the masters of Dalaran. You seem determined to reopen The Dark Portal?"

"Yes! I must open it and enter Draenor!"

Khadgar’s eyes were a little fascinated, and Dragonfire Wine’s stamina was very large. Even the dwarves didn’t dare to drink this kind of wine. The Archmage just drank a large sip and was able to speak. Yes, but his thinking was affected, and Khadgar’s words and complaints increased. He waved his arms and said aloud:

"The wizards of the Six-Man Council are too short-sighted. This retreat of the orcs does not mean that they will retreat next time. The Dark Portal cannot be destroyed, and the war will never end. I have a responsibility to fulfill my mentor’s last wish It must be done! I must bring peace to Azeroth!"

This answer made Lord Presto's eyes flash a strange light. He smiled and said in a deep voice:

"Then, no matter what the king and mages think, Alterac absolutely supports you to do so!"

"what why?"

Drunk Khadgar asked sternly, "Do you want to fight against the kings?"

"I'm just trying to find the treasures of my motherland, and...when necessary, to wash away the shame brought by His Majesty Aiden to Alterac."

Lord Presto, holding his beard, said to Khadgar:

"We can only count on you to open the door of darkness now to recover the book of Medivh, don't we? So no matter what you need, you can speak to me, and I will try my best to meet your research needs. Of course, this I’m going to pay the merchants, but I’ve got some connections in Alterac. You will definitely get the best price."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you very much, Lord Presto, you are the first nobleman to support me."

After the stamina of the spirits hit, Khadgar couldn't even stand, and Lord Presto helped him out of the tavern. When he returned Khadgar to the Master Tower, the lord whispered:

"Then, in order to make us cooperate with each other happily, I will send a servant to stay in Watchtower as your assistant!"

"Okay! Very good! I'm welcome, uh... hiccups"

Watching Khadgar staggering into the mage tower, the smile in Lord Presto's eyes dissipated, and he looked back at the closed dark gate in the distance, a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the mysterious big noble, But in the end, he lightly patted his dress and got on the carriage brought by the servants, and soon disappeared on the road of the cursed land.

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"Ah! It failed again!"

The elven bronze dragon Sephor looked at the fragmented timeline like glass in front of her eyes. She grabbed her supple hair in a frenzy. This was her 37th attempt, in the forest of Hinterland, in Terry When Aung and Saurfang battled, he directly wiped out the existence of Tyrion, but the consequences were the same as the previous 36 times. At the moment Tyrion disappeared, the timeline collapsed.

This means that once the ant-like guy has grown up enough to affect the entire world line in her negligence... In the future silent changes, the death knight Tyrion has also become this An integral part of the time the article was changed.

Like Alsace and Thrall the little orc, as soon as his state changes, the timeline will also change unpredictably.

And all this started from the decisive battle of the Burning Plains... At the moment when Sephor and his friends tried to terminate Tyrion, another force affected the timeline, preventing their arrest, The result is now catastrophic.

Seiffel moves forward along the timeline, but at the end of this timeline, there are already fragments of chaos. Even with the power of the bronze dragon, he cannot see a clear future in these fragments.

Seifer crouched down in horror, her hands holding delicate cheeks, and bean-sized tears flowing from her fingers, which caused a lot of pressure on her. After all, she was just a young dragon, It is equivalent to a human girl just 18 years old.

"Ooooo, Lord Nozdom will definitely punish me... I ruined a whole timeline, he would think I was a waste, I would be ridiculed by my companions, I would be annoying by Kromina The guy laughed at him all his life...No! No! No!

"I want to change it!"

A trace of murder flashed on Sephor's tear-stained face, and she looked back at the time shard behind her, which was a fragment of Tyrion walking into the Dark Portal with the death knights.

"Did you go to Draenor? It just happened...to erase you in another world, it won't affect Azeroth's timeline...just right!"

"I'm going to the Dark Portal, I'm going to kill... Wait, the Dark Portal... was closed?"

"Ahhh! Tyrion! I'm going to kill you!"

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