Since the Great Earthquake in Shadowmoon Valley, the climate of the entire world of Draenor has become very strange, and the swamping Zanga Sea is a vivid example of this, the sea that surrounds the center of the continent is in a phase of rapid change, the tide is constantly beating, and the climate is capricious, making the Draenei people living in this area miserable.

And by this evening, a silent army had reached the feet of the Draenei in this swampy city, Teredore.

Luminas looked at the huge mushroom that carried the city, which was as quiet as a dead city, and she looked back at the silent Legrio, and she asked in a low voice:

"Why did Tyrion suddenly attack the Draenei? I thought we were allies with them in the fight against the devil. ”

"The Knights of the Darkblade have suffered heavy losses and are in dire need of replenishment, looking at Draenor, are there any other races other than the Draenei that can be recruited?"

The cold eyes under Roglio's helmet did not wave, and he said in a deep voice:

"Isn't Ariel also hunting down the last orc warriors in Frostfire Ridge? Clearly, Tyrion had made up his mind that he was going to unify this small world. ”

"He should have done it a long time ago!"

Rog whispered coldly, he raised his left hand, and behind him, the first wave of Death Knights riding on the Undead Wyvern took off in the night and rushed towards the quiet Tyredor, and the army of the undead also tore through the camouflage of the night and rushed towards the city of the Draenei.

However, a few minutes later, Rogge and Lumi received a sad message.

"The Draenei have fled!"

Roglio looked at the large open tomb with an ugly face, all the corpses inside had been emptied, and the bones of the old ones had been burned to ashes by the flames.

"Bang"

The Death Knight slammed his fist into the stone wall beside him, and he reluctantly said to Luminas:

"There must have been a leak in advance, they were evacuated with full preparation, and there was even time to dispose of the corpses... Damn it! Didn't the scouts find any trace of the Draenei leaving? ”

Luminas shook her head, the sensitive young lady noticed a hint of weirdness in the matter, but she didn't say it.

"We didn't send scouts in Teredor, this is just a marginal battlefield, the direction of the main attack is on the Farrenyl Peninsula, and the Draenei ships are there."

"Then tell Glokush and Celent that the Draenei are prepared for our surprise attack, and tell them to be careful!"

After a few moments, Luminas' expression became more eccentric.

"The war on the Francophonian Peninsula is ongoing, as you might expect, Glokush and Celent stepped into the trap of the Draenei, and Viren loaded the civilians into flying ships, including the large ship that they dragged into the air, but the good news is that Celent used Rukma Breath to shoot down a ship... The battle over there is scorching at the moment. ”

"And there's... Marrad, the Grand Garrison of the Draenei, led the Paladins to raid the Dark Temple! ”

The young lady frowned, and she said in a deep voice:

"They have snatched the skull of Gul'dan, and Myra is chasing them with the knights, this is not quite right, there is something wrong... I felt the smell of intrigue. ”

"They're going to run!"

Roglio's eyes widened:

"I remember that the battlefield of the Hellfire Peninsula was garrisoned by a Draenei force! Worst! They will open the gates of darkness, and they will flee to Azeroth! These bastards were premeditated! ”

"We were deceived by them!"

Roglio grabbed Luminas' wrist and exclaimed:

"Tell Tyrion! Don't let the Draenei run away! ”

Luminas shook her head, a glint in her eyes, and said in a playful tone:

"Tyrion has taken Aurelia to hunt the demigod Ansu! Doesn't that seem strange to you? Rogge, how could these bad things erupt at the same time... Perhaps, our great lord has done something hidden from us. ”

"Hold on to the deck! Rescue the warriors in the eco-boat! ”

Standing on the deck of the immigrant ship Essoda, the prophet Viren swung his staff, and the scorching blade of light slashed into the ground, setting fire to the undead besieging Storm Keep, and in the sky of the Phalanic Peninsula, in the sky of the huge red crystal ship Storm Keep, three Draenei warships had taken off.

And on the ground below them, dense undead are frantically attacking the last warship that fell to the ground, the ecological ship used to maintain the ecosystem.

All the draenei warriors on the eco-ship are concentrated, and they control the weapons on the ship, and resist the invasion of the undead with difficulty.

These dastardly undead treacherously attacked them, but the Prophet discovered this in his future prophecy and transferred the civilians of Teredor to the spaceship Essoda in advance.

"Prophet! No more! ”

The projection of the Draenei Master Technician Romeer, the captain in charge of maneuvering the battle of the Forbidden Ship, appeared before the Prophet's eyes, and he reported loudly:

"The eco-boat's flight system was completely destroyed, I couldn't get it to take off again, we... We're going to have to abandon ship! ”

"Then abandon ship!"

A flash of pain flashed in the Prophet's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Teleport those warriors back to the Forbidden Ship, Marad has snatched the key to open the Dark Door from the undead, and we... Let's get out of here! ”

"But Storm Fortress..."

"The Shield of Naru in the Storm Fortress has been opened, these undead cannot defeat it, and three ships are dragged into the air to levitate the Storm Fortress, Rom, we will only be wiped out if we stay here, the undead are pouring in!"

The Prophet interrupted the Grand Technician's plea, and he took one last look at the Storm Fortress below, shrouded in a golden curtain of light, and said with difficulty:

"Let's go! Only by luring away the undead can the Storm Fortress be truly safe... As for the eco-ship, I can't take care of it so much now! ”

"Buzz Buzz"

Light blue pillars of teleportation light lit up one after another on the deck of the eco-ship besieged by the undead, and the trapped warriors were teleported back to the deck of the forbidden ship, and under the gaze of Glokush on the edge of the distant battlefield, three small draenei ships hovered on the edge of the large ship Storm Fortress, and "lifted" the large spaceship wrapped in golden light into the air with a device similar to a levitating force field.

It hovered in the sky like a golden sun in the twilight, but unfortunately, the largest Delaneei emigrant ship, equipped with a twisted space inside, and a magical ship that could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, had completely lost power, and it could not follow the remaining three ships to evacuate Draenor, so it could only stay in safety in this way.

"They think it's safe?"

Silent grinned, and aimed the golden Rukma Breath at the Storm Fortress in the sky, although the sun was not blazing enough at dusk, the Raven's energy weapon could still burst with endless power, and just as he was about to activate the war weapon, he was stopped by Glokush.

"Enough, Serent, don't waste precious ammunition."

The old orc reached out and grabbed the elf's wrist, and he looked at the three draenei ships flying in the sky towards the Hellfire Peninsula, and the death knight said meaningfully:

"The war between Darkblade and the Delaney is over."

"But it's still..."

Celent wanted to retort, but was interrupted again by Glokush, and the old orc lowered his voice:

"Haven't you noticed? With this coincidental timing, the plan that suddenly came to the table, and this unreasonable allocation of forces, if you really want to exterminate the Draenei, do you think there will only be 4 Death Lords to command the operation? He and Sarufar are the only ones of us who can confront Viren head-on, right? ”

"Sarufar didn't receive orders at all..."

Hearing Glokush's words, Celent also woke up suddenly, he looked at the old orc, and looked at the Delaney ship that had been occupied by the undead with some disbelief.

"It's... Is this it? ”

"Shh

The Black Hand made a silent gesture to his companion, and he laughed weirdly:

"You just know it yourself, don't say it, it's just a dirty deal, it seems that the Holy Light Prophet is not so stubborn."

"Alright, let's clean up the battlefield."

Glokush patted Celant on the shoulder:

"Let's go see the ship, it's ours."

Below the Dark Temple, on the land leading to the Dark Gate, a heavily armed Draenei are riding fast on the tall Thunderbolt, an absolute elite force, they were transferred to the battlefield of the Hellfire Peninsula four days ago, and now, in this darkness that is about to fall into the night, led by the Grand Garrison Marrad, charging towards the Dark Gate.

The Great Garrison's face was a little pale, he held a small box tightly in his arms, and from time to time he glanced back at the sky behind him, he ventured into the Dark Temple, knocked over several Death Knights to grab this precious thing, and on the way back, he encountered a difficult Blood Lord, who had almost a quarter of his blood drained, and was able to repel him.

"Let's go!"

Marrad waved the whip in his hand to make the Thunder Elephant run faster, and before his eyes, the remains of the destroyed Dark Gate appeared before him, which made the Grand Garrison feel a little relieved.

"If it weren't for the Prophet's prediction of the Darkblade Knight's raid in advance..."

The Great Garrison had a hint of fear in his heart, who would have thought that the undead who had been fighting side by side 10 days ago would suddenly turn their faces and attack the Draenei gathering place on all fronts, and after receiving the news from the Franconian Peninsula, the Great Garrison was extremely happy.

The Prophet had already decided that the world of Draenor could not be left behind, and that they had to leave this world and enter Azeroth before the undead were encircled...

Speaking of Azeroth, Malad remembered the advance army of those alliances not long ago, and the human warrior named Danas also invited him to travel to Azeroth, but he didn't expect that in just 2 months, he would go to Azeroth as a fugitive.

"Fate is really impermanent..."

A helpless smile flashed on the face of the Great Garrison, it was a great joy to defeat the demon, but it was a damn nightmare, standing in front of the Dark Gate, he handed the Skull of Gul'dan that he had desperately snatched in his hand to the Draenei mage beside him.

"Idirane, you are the most skilled ** master among the Draenei."

Marrad looked at the Draenei woman wearing a sacrificial robe in front of him, and he said solemnly: "Now, the fate of the race is in your hands!" ”

"Go, open the dark door, and we'll get out of this damn world!"

The priest named Idiran looked sadly at the world behind her, where she had lived for 200 years, and she whispered:

"Grand Garrison, we... Can we ever come back? ”

This question silenced the surrounding Draenei paladins, and the Grand Garrison looked at the direction of the Franconian Peninsula, his eyes flashed with identification, and he said in a deep voice:

"Our people are still there, we'll definitely come back, we... We have to come back! ”

And while the Draenei were busy trying to open the dark door, on the platform at the edge of the Dark Temple, the Blood Lord Myra yawned boredly, and said to Tyrion, who was hiding inside the Dark Temple at this time, in the spirit link:

"These Draenei are so slow to escape, I want to help them..."

"Keep an eye on them, Myra, and when the dark door opens, it's time for the second phase of the play to begin."

On the top platform of the Dark Temple, Tyrion ended his communication with Myra and turned to look at Ansu, the god of crows, whose huge body was standing on the platform, occupying a third of the position, but it was evident that the old demigod was a little nervous at this time.

"Can Azeroth's Emerald Dream really save Rukma?"

Ansu stared at Tyrion and said incoherently:

"You promised me! You can't lie to me! ”

"Oh my God!"

Tyrion rubbed the corners of his forehead with a headache:

"You've asked this question 43 times... What do you have to say to me to believe me? When you go over there, you'll see the truth for yourself... But if you are in this state of restlessness, you may not be able to fool those insidious demigods of the wilderness, you must know that each of them will live more than 3 times longer than you. ”

"Deception? That's right, deception! ”

Ansu croaked twice: "Deception is my old job, I will do it well, for the sake of Rukma, I will do it well!" ”

"That's good, relax, my friend, you see, I'm on the stage to help you act..."

Tyrion shrugged, he looked at Ansu, and after a moment, he whispered:

"By the way, once you've established yourself over there, remember to find some down-and-out, dark-hearted druids... I need them to help me with something. ”

"Quack"

The Raven God let out an unpleasant chirp, staring at Tyrion and flapping its stubby wings:

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