The elven ranger who was cared for was unaware of the distant thoughts, and she stood beyond the dark gate, on top of the terrain-altered crater, letting the cold wind blow her long golden hair.

She stared directly at the dark gate in front of her, where there were only two huge storm stone pillars left, and the portal inside suddenly went out 7 days ago, so fast that people didn't have time to react, and it directly disrupted the plan that the children of Lothar had made, and it seemed to be a sudden event, because after the dark gate closed, the 30,000 orcs originally stationed here also suffered an impact.

Even they didn't seem to know what was going on on the other side of the Dark Door.

When the alliance army arrived, the nearly collapsed orcs, under the command of several chiefs, began to retreat in the direction of the valley of thorns, and the two sides fought under the dark gates, and thanks to the crumbling morale of the orcs, the alliance side barely won a big victory.

But with more than 20,000 orcs still fleeing into the jungles of the Valley of Thorns, these free orcs will definitely be a nuisance to Azeroth...

At this time, behind Aurelia was a newly built camp, and the soldiers of the Alliance were going back and forth around the camp, carrying supplies, seemingly intending to stay there for a long time.

The sudden opening of the dark door for the second time was a wake-up call to all rulers, the threat from the orcs was not over, so outside of the Watch Fortress, the alliance began to build a second outpost, this outpost must have the power to monitor, warn and counterattack, so outside the camp, there are some mages, and the battle mages from Dalaran will also join this outpost.

They will be led by Khadgar, the archmage of the Watchgate.

"Aurelia, what are you looking at?"

With the rapid flapping of the griffin's wings, the dwarven's characteristic loud voice sounded above Aurelia's head, and she looked up, flicking her long wind-blown hair, and saw Kudran in leather armor. Hammer jumped from the griffon, a rare act of the royal family of the Hammer dwarf, combing his beard and hair neatly, and even wearing perfume.

Looking at his squirming appearance, you know that this single dwarf is also captivated by the demeanor of the beautiful ranger, and has become the second suitor of Aurelia after Tulayan, of course, the ranger also dislikes him, but unlike the indifference when facing the paladin Tulayan, Aurelia and Kudran can still talk to each other.

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

"I'm wondering what's going on on the other side of the Dark Gate."

Aurelia smiled and took the fruit from Kudrán, she sat down on the stone, and the dwarf sat cross-legged beside her, and the two of them talked.

"Why did the dark gate that they controlled suddenly close when the orcs were clearly in the ascendancy... And, how long will it take us to open it and enter Draenor. ”

"Well, you're a bit weird."

Kudran shrugged his shoulders 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 hollow valley before him, and he whispered:

"I wouldn't want to go inside the Dark Gate if I could, God knows what's out there, and orcs might not be the worst."

"But we have to find a way to solve this hidden danger, Khadgar is right, we can't give the initiative of the war to the orcs."

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

"Sooner or later, we have to get over it, destroy it on the other side."

"I saw Khadgar yesterday and he had a very ugly face and was said to have just returned from Dalaran."

The dwarf happily shared his gossip:

"It is said that he had a quarrel with the archmages of Dalaran, and the archmages were unwilling to help him, in fact, no one in the whole of the north, from the king to the farmer, wanted us to open the dark gates, so Khadgar decided to study it himself, and he also said that he was going to Karazhan, but according to him, this time is estimated to be long... It can take half a year, or even a year. ”

"So what do you think those 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 don't see a dangerous ostrich?"

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

Kudran laughed, but when he had finished laughing, the atmosphere between the two men became low, and after the dwarf had finished drinking a bottle of wine, he asked in a low voice:

"You're sad, Aurelia, and even though you laugh sometimes, your smile is also full of sadness, and you are so obsessed with entering that world, is there something important to you?"

The question silenced the Ranger for several minutes, and when she looked up, a gust of wind blew her long hair again, and in the shade of the scattered blonde hair, the Ranger's voice was soft and soft, like a murmur in the wind.

"Yes, there's something I have to get back, there's a guy I have to see, there's a poor worm hiding in that world, and he's waiting for me to save him."

At the same time, at the Watchfort on the edge of the Cursed Lands, Archmage Khadgar, who is immersed in research in the Mage Tower, also meets a special guest.

Khadgar, with his hair tousled, walked into the hall of the only inn at the Watch Fort, which was filled with soldiers who had come to pass the time, drinking and chatting, and occasionally bursting into laughter, and the waitress who delivered the wine walked up and down the table, giving cups of barley beer to the guests, nimbly avoiding the groping hands that came to them, and talking to the soldiers who knew each other.

In short, the halls of the whole tavern are very noisy, but also full of energy.

Khadgar's guest was a man of status, and naturally it was impossible to sit with the rude soldiers, and the archmage walked up the steps to the third floor, where the noise coming from the hall was much quieter in the thick plank intervals, and when he stepped into the tavern on the third floor, the guest was already waiting for him.

It was a well-dressed man, who looked to be in his 30s, with neatly combed hair and an almost perfectly groomed beard, and he wore a long black trench coat with a northern Xinjiang style, and the lined gown was dotted with white lace trims.

In fact, Khadgar knew that this was a real nobleman, a rumored lord of real power who was about to inherit the rule of Alterac, and when Khadgar walked into the parlor, the elegant nobleman just put down the wine glass in his hand, and he turned his head to look at the archmage, not angry at Khadgar's poor appearance, on the contrary, there was a very gentle smile in those bright black eyes.

"Come over for a drink, Master Cadda, you look tired."

"Hello, Lord Presto."

Khadgar was not polite either, having studied magic with the eccentric Medivan for several years in Karazhan, where he also developed Medivan's informal personality habits, and frankly, he was reluctant to deal with the aristocracy, and even more so with red tape.

He sat down opposite Mr. Lord, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and the next moment, the archmage's face turned red, and the wine that flowed into his throat was like a fire rushing into his stomach, the pungency almost made Khadgar scream, but as the wine melted in his stomach, a warm feeling filled his body, and even dispelled mental exhaustion.

"How does the dragon fire wine, carefully brewed by the dwarven brewmaster, said to be perfect for mages to drink? Cadega? ”

The lord in front of him asked with a smile, and Khadgar let out a pleasant groan, and after a while, he opened his eyes, and the tiredness in his eyes was swept away, and he looked at the lord in front of him, and suddenly felt that the nobles didn't seem to be so annoying.

"This wine is really good, I didn't say it!"

Khadgar complimented, but the next moment, he turned to the point:

"You're here to track down the Book of Medivan that was stolen by the orcs, right? It's a valuable collection of the Alterac royal family, and I can understand your eagerness, but unfortunately, that book has been brought into the world of Draenor by the orcs... And you already know that. ”

Khadgar made a regretful expression:

"The dark door is closed, and we can't get in Draenor, so we won't be able to retrieve the book for you, at least not anytime soon."

These words made Lord Presto's expression become serious as well, and he coughed lightly and said:

"The Book of Medivan is a treasure of Alterac, and we will get it no matter what, whatever it takes, and I've heard of your quarrel with the masters of Dalaran, and you seem to be bent on reopening the Dark Door?"

"Yes! I had to open it and get into Draenor! ”

Khadgar's eyes were a little intoxicated, the stamina of dragon fire wine is very large, even the dwarves dare not drink more of this wine, and the archmage just drank a big sip and can still speak, which has proved that he has a good amount of alcohol, but his thinking is affected, so that Khadgar's words and complaints are also more, he waved his arms and said loudly:

"The mages of the Council of Six are too short-sighted, the orcs retreat this time does not mean that they will retreat next time, the dark gate cannot be destroyed, the war will never end, I have the responsibility to fulfill my mentor's last wish before he died, I must complete it! I must bring peace to Azeroth! ”

This answer sent a strange glint in Lord Presto's eyes, and he smiled and said in a deep voice:

"So, whatever the king and the mages think, Alterac will definitely support you in doing so!"

"What? Why? ”

The drunken Khadgar asked cutely, "Are you going to go against the kings?" ”

"I'm just here to get back the treasures of my homeland, and... If necessary, wash away the shame that His Majesty Aiden has brought to Alterac. ”

Lord Presto rubbed his beard and said to Khadgar:

"We can only count on you to open the Dark Door to recover the Book of Medivan now, can't we? So whatever you need, just ask me and I'll do my best to accommodate your research, and of course, it's for the merchants, but I've got a little network in Alterac and you're sure to get the best deals. ”

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

The strength of the liquor came at him, and Khadgar could not even stand on his feet, and Lord Presto helped him out of the tavern, and as he returned Khadgar to the Mage Tower, the lord whispered:

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

"Good! Very good! I'm welcome, uh... Hiccup"

The smile in Lord Presto's eyes dissipated as he staggered into the Mage's Tower as he looked back at the closed dark door in the distance, a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the mysterious nobleman, but in the end, he patted his gown lightly, got into the carriage that the servants had arrived, and quickly disappeared into the path of the Cursed Lands.

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"Ahhh Failed again! ”

The elven bronze dragon Sephir looked at the timeline in front of her that was as fragmented as glass, she grabbed her supple hair a little frantically, this was her 37th attempt, in the forest of Hinterland, when Tyrion and Sarufar were fighting, she directly shot to erase Tyrion's existence, but the consequences were the same as the previous 36 times, and the timeline also collapsed at the moment when Tyrion disappeared.

This means that the ant-like guy who used to be has grown through her negligence to the point where it can affect the entire worldline... In the silent changes of the future, the Death Knight Tyrion has also become an integral part of this changed time.

Just like the young Arthas and the little orc Thrall, once his state changes, it will also cause the timeline to change unpredictably.

And all this began at the time of the decisive battle on the Burning Plains ... At the moment when Sephir and his friends tried to terminate Tyrion, another force affected the timeline and prevented their capture, with now disastrous consequences.

Sephir followed the timeline towards the future, but at the end of this timeline, there was already a fragment of chaos, and even with the ability of the bronze dragon, he could not see a clear future in these fragments.

Sephir crouched down in fear, her hands on her delicate cheeks, tears flowing from her fingers, this incident caused her a lot of pressure, after all, she was just an adult dragon, equivalent to a human girl who had just 18 years old.

"Woooooooooooo I've ruined an entire timeline, he'll think I'm a piece of crap, I'll be laughed at by my peers, I'll be laughed at by Cromi's nasty guy for the rest of my life... No! No! It can't be like this! ”

"I'm going to change it!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed across Sepir's tear-stained face as she looked back at the fragment of time behind her, the fragment of Tyrion leading the Death Knights into the Dark Gate.

"You went to Draenor? Just about... Erasing you in another world won't affect Azeroth's timeline... Just about! ”

"I'm going to the Dark Gate, I'm going to kill... Wait, Dark Portal... Shut down? ”

"Ahhhh Tyrion! I'll kill you! ”