Azeroth’s Death Track

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"I hope you guys think about it again!"

In a uniform, Danas Torbane stood on the hillside in front of the Dark Portal. In front of him, there were 3,000 soldiers fully armed and nearly 1,500 knights. The large ranks were neatly arranged, Almost silent, all the soldiers were looking at the general in front of him. The latter's eyes were full of sacrifice and firmness and stubbornness.

With the help of the wizard's magic, Darnas' sonorous voice sounded again.

"This will be a journey with a high probability of never going back. It's about everyone's life. You can leave your hometown and come here. You have proved your courage, but if you still have something you can't give up, then I I advise you to go back!"

Danus’s finger points to the dark door behind, where two huge storm knight sculptures are erected, empty in the huge door frame, and the hillside behind the door can be seen, the magadan led by Khadgar is in darkness Checking the circle in front of the gate, the team of 1,000 Paladins is ready to go. At the edge are the Rangers of Quel'Thalas and the Knights of the Wild Hammer Gryphon.

Five leaders, five camps, with more than 5,500 people, is the largest expeditionary corps in the league in recent years.

In the face of Danas’s request, no soldiers came forward to admit that he was a coward. In fact, this situation did not happen. These soldiers were not only from northern Xinjiang. A few months ago, the sons of Lothar joined the alliance to all 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 have lost everything in the orc wars. They have great hatred for the orcs, and the hatred is full of the soul, which means that they can no longer live a normal life. Life is on a journey of revenge.

But even a lonely person will also be affected by emotions. In order to avoid unrest that should not occur after crossing the dark door, General Danas still chose to declare openly, his eyes swept over the soldiers in front of him. , Once again emphasized:

"Give you 30 more minutes to think about, no one will laugh at the people who leave actively. After the torture of the war, everyone should cherish their own lives and think about the things in your life that are commemorable and cherished! !Disband! Regroup in 30 minutes!"

The soldiers dispersed in twos and threes. In the camp behind, the chefs of the army had prepared delicious food for the brave warriors who were about to set off to have a happy meal. They repaired the armor for the soldiers and maintained their weapons. The entire outpost camp was like boiled water, boiling and full of anxiety about leaving.

"Kadgar, are you ready?"

General Danas stepped forward and asked the Archmage: "How long is it?"

"20 minutes."

Khadgar wiped the sweat on his forehead. He glanced at the tall dark door in front of him. He whispered:

"We have counted countless times in my experience. I also found a lot of materials in Karazhan. Although I am not completely sure, there is a 80% chance that I can already take a risk. This matter has been too long...you said Danas, after we pass, will we find an empty world, the orcs may have opened another door, and went to the world we do not know."

The mage was joking, trying to relax his emotions, but an unshakable tension was still beating in his heart. He remained silent for a second and said:

"Perhaps Delano has been destroyed and no longer exists."

"Isn't that better?"

Danas Haha smiled and patted the Master's shoulder:

"That means the deterrence of the orcs is gone, it 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 The attitude has changed. Looking at the sufficient back-up materials, they know that although they have no official representation, they secretly support us to completely destroy the threat of the Dark Portal."

"Of course they will support."

The mage snorted disdainfully: "The people who stepped on the battlefield and tried their best to fight were not them. No matter whether we failed or succeeded, in short, we just sat and enjoyed it, and we could use it to remove some unrest in the kingdom...really A good abacus."

On the other side, on the edge of the camp, Aurelia Windrunner also said goodbye to her loved ones. After learning that the Dark Door was about to be opened, Wenlessa Windrunner took her brother Lilas Windward. Those who traveled thousands of miles from Quel'Thalas came to the Land of Curse, and bid farewell to their sister's expedition.

"Have you really decided?"

The silver-haired Wen Lei Sa looked anxiously at Aurelia in front of her. In the guard for more than a year, her cheeks were much thinner, and she looked like a melancholic patient, but when she raised her head, that The will to beat in both eyes became more and more determined, like a fire burning.

"Don't worry about me, Wenlessa."

Aurelia opened her arms and gave her sister and brother two hugs. She wore a green ranger armor, carrying a Sasdora war bow, and covered her long blond hair with a hood. She looked at her brother's face Unwilling to show up, she reached out and touched his hair and whispered:

"Lilas, I will bring him back, I assure you!"

"But...but they all say that Tyrion is hopeless."

Lilas Windrunner is the youngest member of the Windrunner family. He inherited all the advantages of the Windrunner family, but since growing up under the care of his sisters, his handsome cheeks always seemed too soft, he was also a ranger, This is the only career choice of the Windrunner family, but when looking at the big sister in front of him, Lilas has a hint of worry in his heart.

He will lose her... and completely lose a relative.

"Stop taking risks, shall you?"

Lilas grabbed Aurelia's arm, he said urgently:

"Forget Tyrion, come back to Quel'Thalas with us and live well together."

This sentence made Aurelia's eyes jump. She pursed her mouth and reached out to hold Lilas's wrist. She said in a soft, hoarse, but very firm voice:

"No! Some things I have to do, I have to... try again, otherwise I will regret it all my life, I can feel it."

The emotions of the three windrunners became frozen. After a while, Aurelia forced a smile and asked about other things:

"How is Shiva recently?"

Wen Leisa shrugged and said in a weird tone:

"Second sister has been walking very close to her students recently...that is a very talented human named Nathanos Maris, a nobleman sent by Lordaeron to learn the skills of a ranger, and the guy talks eloquently. Has deceived the second sister's heart, although she did not explain it to us, but I can be sure that she is secretly dating Nathanos... really a stupid choice."

"A human?"

Aurelia’s expression became difficult to see. She had not seen Sylvanas’s students, but from Wenlesa’s account, she heard bad signs. The high elves founded the country in 6800, and it was not without elves and Other races fall in love, but those first good relationships end in tragedy.

The high elves can live 3000 years, and the human lifespan is no more than 150 years. Proud women like Sylvanas are extremely loyal to their feelings. If they come together, after the death of that Nathanos, he hopes Erwanas's 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!"

Aurelia said quietly to Wen Leisa:

"In the name of the Windrunner Patriarch, I disagree with her relationship with that human being! If they are already immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves, just tell her that I will never agree to this marriage!"

Hearing Aurelia's request, Wen Leisha smiled bitterly:

"You know the character of the second sister the best. Do you think she will be the one who obey your orders? She has made the decision and no one can change it unless..."

There was a hint of cunning in Winlessa's beautiful eyes, and she grabbed Aurelia's other arm:

"Unless you go back to supervise her personally, although she always disdains to compare with you, but I know that she is really afraid and respects you. When you face her, she will definitely listen."

"Are you going to watch your sister step into a terrible fate like this, and don't want to do anything?"

Facing Wen Leisa's language trap, Aurelia was silent again. After a while, she broke free of her brother and sister's arms, and she took a step back and took a breath and looked at her loved ones calmly.

"The trouble in my own relationship has not been resolved. How can I qualify to manage Sylvanas, but rest assured that when I return from Draenor, I will return to Quel'Thalas as soon as possible, like You said, Venresa, Sylvanas is my sister, my loved one, and I will not allow her to step into that terrible fate."

The stubborn ranger looked back at the large magic circle that was already in operation behind her. She turned back and waved to her loved ones:

"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, Lor'themar Theron collar is more suitable than her human being to be her husband!"

"Maintain magic!"

Archmage Khadgar standing in the large purple magic circle is like standing in the tenth-level gust of wind, his white hair was blown around, and his purple robes were hunting in the magic wind. His body is crooked, and the filling of the magic circle of 30 high-level mages has reached the highest level of strength. He supports the body with the guardian's rod to ensure that he is not swallowed by the increasing magic vortex in front of him.

Khadgar opened his hand, a piece of black dragon-scale gemstones suspended in front of his eyes, and under his guidance, the violent magic vortex was like a guided flowing water, seeping into the dragon scales in front of him.

"The magic conductivity of this thing is simply amazing, and the magic accommodation limit can even be comparable to the eye of Dalaran!"

Khadgar looked at the dragon-scale gems that began to emit purple light in front of him, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes:

"Where did Lord Presto find such a rare thing? Is he really just an ordinary human nobleman?"

This fleeting thought was soon interrupted by a magical wind emitting purple halo. Khadgar took off his thick gloves and extended his fingers, feeling the magical rhythm in the gust of wind in front of him, from McGrady Wen's personal teaching allows him to perfectly manipulate the tedious and extreme magic system in front of him.

"Speaking of it, the Medivh mentor seems to be in a hurry to reopen the door to darkness... Those orcs have entered Karazhan, could it be that they have also taken away something important to the mentor?"

"Om"

A purple spark jumped on his finger, which means that the magic concentration here has reached the extreme that humans can bear. He took a step back and waved his hand. The wizards around the circle immediately stopped the magic input, Archmage Shouted loudly:

"Everyone, close your eyes! Don't look directly here!"

This voice came into the ears of everyone present. Danas, Turalyon, Aurelia, and Kudran who watched the scene closed their eyes together, and the next moment, it was impossible to describe. The strong light came into their eyes through their eyelids, making everyone feel the tingling of their eyes.

In front of the empty door of darkness, a scorching ray of light that burst like lightning covered the whole of the door of darkness and the surrounding hillside. It was like a round of the sun. After a few seconds, the light converged, Khadgar rubbed Close your eyes and look forward.

There... A vortex of purple energy flooded the pillar of the Dark Portal. Although it is not the same as the way of being driven by evil energy, the powerful energy and the perfect spatial structure of the Dark Portal are enough to make this The world portal restarts.

Feeling the breath from the energy vortex belonging to another world, the Archmage sighed. He didn't know that he was right or wrong in this step.

But anyway, in front of him, the door to another world opened!

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