In the forests of Quel'Thalas, in front of General Liresa's grave, memories and evaluations of the past are overturned little by little.

It is no secret that Tyrion became a death knight and colluded with the orcs to attack Quel'Thalas, but considering that Tyrion is the hero of Quel'Thalas after all, the official adopted a strategy of concealment about the hero's blackening.

But it turns out that Tyrion is not a murderer or butcher, and although he closed the barrier and trapped the orcs most likely not because of nostalgia for his homeland, his actions bought Quel'Thalas precious time anyway, plus the battle between the Death Knight and the Orcs in the mountains of Stratholme.

All of this shows that in the orc invasion of Quel'Thalas, Tyrion was actually on the side of the High Elves, and it didn't matter what the Death Knight thought, what mattered was what he did...

The truth that Sylvanas had spoken out made Aurelia's heart feel like a mess.

There was a glimmer of joy in her heart, she didn't misread Tyrion, she guessed right, the Death Knight was afraid of hurting her, so he deliberately pushed her away.

But at the same time, she was a little dazed, she had seen how the Death Knight on the battlefield killed the living and evoked the dead, and she had also seen Tyrion's indifference in the face of death and killing, it was not a disguise, it was another him! A completely authentic him.

Which one is the true face of Tyrion?

Hidden beneath the dead shell, is it the soul of the past, or is it a monster catalyzed by death? She wasn't sure.

But the will that had just been made up in Aurelia was extinguished like a flame of flowing water, leaving her at a loss.

Sylvanas, the new Ranger General, stepped forward, and she took something out of her waist pocket and placed it in the palm of Aurelia's hand.

Chilly in her hand, the Windranger eldest daughter held it in front of her eyes, it was a wildflower frozen in ice, wrapped in ice, just like it was when it was still blooming.

"He lied to you, sister, he lied to all of us, he still has feelings, but he hides under the shell of death... He witnessed his mother's death, avenged her with his own hands, he protected the Eternal Song Forest, he protected Silvermoon City, he protected me and Rilath, he was still the same Tyrion... Death did not take him away. ”

Sylvanas reached out and hugged Aurelia, who didn't weep, she just looked down at the frozen flower, and finally held it carefully in the palm of her hand.

"I know what you said is true, Shiva, but the Tyrion I saw, he wasn't the one he used to be, I don't know who to trust anymore, my heart is in turmoil."

Aurelia looked at her sister, there was a distressing tangle in her eyes, and she whispered:

"What the hell am I going to do? Younger sister. ”

"Ask him! Question him! ”

Sylvanas stretched out her hand and placed it on her sister's shoulder, her beautiful eyebrows raised, and she snapped:

"If that bastard still likes you, he should come back to Silvermoon City, the magic of the sunwell will reshape his body, and if he doesn't like you anymore, shoot him with an arrow, saving him more scandal for the Windranger family."

Seeing that Aurelia was still a little hesitant, Sylvanas lowered her voice and revealed a very important news.

"You don't know, sister, Prince Kael'thas is assembling a special team, and he's going to try to get in touch with Tyrion to see if he can get the hero back to Quel'Thalas, and since he still has human feelings, he's still our hero... Sister, I think it's only fitting that you are in command of this team. ”

"And at that time..."

Sylvanas took off the war bow on his back with a backhand, Salados, and stuffed it back into Aurelia's hand:

"Whether you decide to bring him back, or if you're going to kill him, you're going to need Sardora's strength, and I know better than anyone that you have it, my sister."

Aurelia didn't refuse, and after a few moments, she took a deep breath and removed the necklace from her neck, the one Tyrion had left her, and Aurelia had the jeweler readorn it.

It was inlaid with green, red, and blue crystals, and the eldest daughter of the Windranger took the necklace apart, and put a third of the blue into Sylvanas's hand, and she gently stroked her sister's hair, holding it in her arms, and she whispered:

"Sylvanas, thank you for everything you've done for me and Tyrion, my sister, I'll go and face him, one last time... After that, I vow, I would resign myself to my fate. ”

"Whether it leads to the light or falls into the darkness..."

On the other side, in front of the dark gate of darkness where the dark green light drifted incessantly, all existing obstacles were torn down by the soldiers, and Khadgar stood in the center of a special circle that had just been drawn with 13 mages of Dalaran, and hundreds of Alliance knights and infantry stood guard on the slopes of the crater behind them, guarding against any eventuality.

Danas. Tolbane, Tulayan, Kudran. Brute Hammer, as well as the great knights Uther and Tirio, who had just arrived. Fordin, General Wendthor, and the leader of MI7, Shore, and the commanders of these alliances also looked nervously at the mages in front of them.

Today, the mages will attempt to close or destroy the Dark Portal, erasing the horrific symbols of the past seven years and freeing the world of Azeroth from the shadow of war.

This is a very dangerous behavior, even a layman who knows nothing about magic, standing in front of the dark door, can easily feel the power contained in the dark green energy vortex in front of him, if it explodes, it will definitely be an out-and-out disaster for the continent under his feet.

But the Alliance had to take the risk, for the simple reason that this door in front of them led to the world of the Orcs, and it had been determined that there were still an incredible number of highly aggressive Orcs in that world, and that this door was still standing here was an extremely terrifying threat to Azeroth, and the soldiers of the human world were exhausted, and all the countries involved in the war suffered heavy casualties, and they did not have the strength to deal with what might happen.

"Buzz"

The 14 mages cast spells together, and the violet halo on the circle was like a veil of light, shaking around Khadgar, and the powerful magic gathered in the mage's body, even with the magic that Medivan left him when he was dying, so that Khadgar's eyes bloomed with violet light, and in the reflection of this light, every magic thread in the huge dark door in front of him was clear and abnormal.

"I'm going to cut them one by one!"

Khadgar brandished the eagle's scepter left behind by Medivan and shouted, "Maintain the magic,"

The beating magic caused a violent wind of magic to gather around the crater, and the ordinary soldiers even felt the world in front of them become distorted, the howling wind lapping on their faces, the piercing skin hurting, and they had to raise their hands and cover their eyes.

And with each time Khadgar cuts the mana of the dark door, the severed magic will swing in the air like a bell, and with the haze that gradually spreads in the sky, those lightning bolts dancing in the air because the magic is out of control, this scene looks like a mythical story.

"Bell, bell, bell"

The explosion of magic became more and more agitated, the commander's breathing became rapid, Danas's clenched palms were already dripping with sweat, and the dwarf Kudran poured wine into his mouth vigorously, and the paladins were half-kneeling on the ground, praying for the protection of the Holy Light, and the people who could still stand here now were all true warriors, risking the explosion of the Dark Gate to watch all this.

When the last magic thread was severed, the haze clouds covering the sky completely dissipated, and the evil energy that had gathered here dissipated, allowing the warm sunlight to shine directly on the earth, and the light made everyone cheer.

Khadgar's face was pale, this act of manipulating the huge magic power for a long time had caused a considerable load on his body, which had been cursed and was no longer young, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and in front of him, within the huge black stone pillar, the dark green energy vortex had shrunk to a point of light the size of a human head like the tide of the ebb tide.

This means that the Dark Door on Azeroth's side has actually been closed... Yes, the Dark Portal connects the worlds, and there is a door in Draenor and Azeroth, representing the coordinates of the two worlds.

The violet's magical light dissipated, Khadgar wiped the sweat with his sleeve, he glanced back at the commanders behind him, nodded at them, and suddenly, a loud cheer shouted out from the group of commanders, and some sincere believers even knelt on the ground and kissed the dust on the ground when the sun shone on the land again after 7 years.

More people hugged each other and cheered for the hard-fought victory.

Khadgar turned his head, a flash of determination in his eyes, he swung his staff, and a huge amount of magic spurted out, converging into a tearing magical light in the air, shattering the black stone pillars that supported the dark gates, and under the ravages of the magical storm, the symbol of the beginning of the war, collapsed into the dust, and in the explosion of the stone pillars, a new era, an era of peace, arrived.

"Our war is over."

Danas. Thorbain looked at the battle axe in his hand, he shook his head, laughed and took the liquor handed by the dwarf, let the spicy taste rush into his stomach, the actions of the commanders kicked off a carnival, the soldiers sang songs, shared the crude wine, although there was no victory feast, but everyone who witnessed the destruction of the Dark Gate, smelling victory was the best drunken feast for them.

"I'll stay here."

Outside the Dark Gate Crater, in a makeshift tent, Khadgar took a sip of the liquor and said to the other commanders:

"I will take over the stronghold of the Black Swamp, this matter has been reported to Dalaran, and it is estimated that an order will be conveyed soon."

"But there's nothing here, what are you doing here?"

Sitting in a chair, the dwarf Kudran asked suspiciously:

"Are you going to do some weird research for magicians?"

The others also looked at the mage with searching eyes, who smiled and shook his head:

"It's not all... On the one hand, because during the war, I had some experience in the use of magic, and I needed a quiet place to understand and experiment without anyone disturbing, and on the other hand..."

Khadgar glanced back at the empty crater, and a trace of worry sparkled in his eyes:

"The Dark Gate has been standing here for 7 years, and the power of evil energy has infiltrated this land, making it barren, if not stopped, this barrenness will swallow the rest of the continent little by little, and more importantly, although the Dark Gate has been destroyed, I can still feel a spatial rift that cannot be calmed, like a crack inside the glass, so conspicuous, I must find a way to close it!"

"Oh? Crack? ”

General Wendthor, who was already slightly drunk, glanced back, and he shrugged: "But I didn't see anything, there was nothing there. ”

"Of course you can't see it with the naked eye... In short, if there are enough resources, I will build a long-term fortress here, watch out for threats to the world, and I have a name in mind... Let's call it the Watchtower. ”

"Watch for our hard-won victory."

Khadgar seemed reluctant to say much on the subject, and his silence did not dampen the enthusiasm of the other commanders, who saw the war as over and the peace as they wantonly.

After the feast, Khadgar strolled alone on the slopes of the crater, looking at the remaining half-pillars and steps at the bottom of the valley below, and his heart shone with endless questions.

"What kind of scene is the world of Draenor, the home of the orcs?"

"What kind of power does that dying orc have to invade the migrating world?"

"And most importantly, is the war really over? Are the orcs who fled back to Draenor really willing to die with their world? ”

Khadgar's eyes swelled with unquenchable doubts, and he instinctively sensed that things might not be so simple.

Yes... Soon, soon, the answers to all the questions will be presented to Khadgar in an unimaginable way.

Of course, that might not be what he wanted...

And in the dark sky of the world of Draenor, Tyrion stood on top of the head of the Necrosaurus, his gray hair flying in all directions, he watched the green vortex of the Dark Gate in the distance disappear little by little, the Death Knights stood behind him, the little gnomes they captured were lying on the dragon's back, staring helplessly with big eyes and wiping tears, everyone knew...

The way back to Azeroth was closed, and they were thrown here, in a strange world.

"Let's go! Let's take a good look at this new world..."

Tyrion didn't feel much, he felt a heartfelt freedom in Draenor, he snapped his fingers, and the necromantic dragon jumped in a direction, biting and killing a bipedal wyvern and the orc rider behind it, and in the midst of the orc's screams, the death knight played with the brand new skull in his hand, and he rubbed his chin:

"Where should we go first?"

"That's right... Let's go to Shadowmoon Valley first, and see our dear Mr. Naozu. ”

"The Knights of the Dark Blade have already studied and decided, so let him be the next Great Chief!"