"Three weeks ago, I reported to Dalaran about the Dark Gate's spatial rift! The orcs are likely to be on the other side. ”

Archmage Khadgar stood at the entrance to the Watch Fortress, looking at the 300 knights of the source, his face very ugly:

"And I only got 300 reinforcements? Have the bureaucrats of the Alliance forgotten about the invasion of the orcs, if I remember correctly, the war has just ended less than 2 months! ”

Seeing that the angry Khadgar had a tendency to directly pick on the son, Danas led the army to help. General Torbain hastened to explain:

"Don't be angry, listen to me! Khadgar. ”

The general rolled and dismounted, waved the knights to rest first, and he reached out and grabbed Khadgar's neck with the enthusiasm of a warrior, and the two men walked like best friends towards the newly built Watchtower.

"The kings take the news you send back very seriously, and even have a meeting to discuss it, but you also have to take into account the difficulties of the big guys."

Danas reached out and shoved a delicate cigarette into Khadgar's mouth, and stopped him from complaining, and he himself lit a cigarette, and in the smoke he whispered:

"The financing of Stormwind's reconstruction has made Gilneth and Stormgard very dissatisfied, dealing with Alterac is even more hot, every country has losses in the war that has just ended, the king is also tightening his belt to live, the warriors need rewards, the knights need fiefs, the nobles maintain order while not forgetting to include those borderlands under their rule, everyone is busy..."

"Hehe, I think they are stupid to be kings!"

Khadgar spat out a puff of smoke and said mockingly, "Once the orcs attack again, rebuild Stormwind?" That's just a joke! They're all betting on luck, you know? Danas, they're telling themselves that the orcs can't come! ”

"But in reality? The energy response of that spatial rift was 70% stronger in 2 weeks! ”

Khadgar, with the rigor characteristic of a mage, said to his general friend:

"We only destroyed the Dark Gate of Azeroth, but the Dark Gate of Draenor still exists, and once the orcs find enough power to support the portal, it won't even take a day for them to re-enter our world... These damn bureaucrats, are they really gambling? ”

"Nobody likes to gamble, my friend."

Danas took a deep breath of smoke, exhaled the smoke in comfort, and rolled the unextinguished cigarette in his hand on the steel armor to extinguish it, he looked up at Khadgar in the smoke, and he whispered:

"I'm just an advance army, Tulayan, who is still healing, heard your news and immediately reported it to the church, 2,000 paladins have been assembled in the northern frontier, His Majesty Dai Lin promised to send the third fleet of Kurtilas to send them directly to the coast near Fort Watch, and the little king of Stormwind also promised to send the Night's Watch legion to help in the war as soon as the war begins, no one ignores you, Khadgar, but it all takes time."

A look of doubt appeared in General Danas's eyes, and he patted the archmage on the shoulder, and he asked in a low voice:

"You weren't such an impatient person before, what happened?"

Hearing that there were enough reinforcements, the archmage's face softened slightly, but in the face of his friend's question, Khadgar hesitated, put the cigarette into his mouth, took an irritable puff of smoke, leaned back on the wooden chair, lowered his voice, and said:

"Dalaran... I heard from a friend that there are people in Dalaran who are studying the forbidden magic of orc warlocks, and even have the prototype of a faction, led by Mr. Kel'thugad, a disciple of Archmage Antonidas, who is taciturn, but his talent is real, and I am worried that he will cause some unnecessary trouble if he studies too deeply. ”

"What's this?"

Danas, a warrior, did not understand the dispute between the mages, and he scratched his hair and replied:

"Whether it's your magic or the magic of those warlocks, isn't it all like a sword, whether you do good or bad things depends on the thoughts of the sword-wielder, that Mr. Kel'thugad, you don't necessarily go to the orcs because you learned the magic of a warlock, right? It's all human power. ”

"No, you don't understand, Danas, at the end of the warlock's magic, there is only boundless darkness, which is a spell that flows from the hands of demons, and is inextricably linked to demons."

Khadgar clenched his fists:

"Walking on this path, the higher the talent, the greater the trouble that may be caused, but it's a pity that I am entangled in the matter of the Watchweek, otherwise I would definitely go back to Dalaran and ask the Council of Six to order a complete ban on the study of warlock magic."

The archmage's worries were not understood by the general, in the heart of the veteran Danas, the power of magic was naturally as great as possible, as for what the mages thought in their hearts, it didn't matter, anyway, except for Khadgar, he didn't get along with other mages, so after a short silence, Dalaran stood up, shook the cigarette ash in his hand, and said to Khadgar:

"Since I'm here, I'm going to check on the situation of the Dark Gate first, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course!"

Khadgar straightened his purple robe, brushed his hair again, and said to General Danas, "I have to go over every day to monitor the energy activity of the Dark Gate, we can go together, you go and organize the soldiers first, I'll pack up the magic materials, and I'll be here soon." ”

"Yes"

Danas nodded, and turned to leave the rough mage tower that Khadgar had just built, and after the general left, the archmage looked into the corner of the room, where a half-orc woman in black leather armor was playing with her dagger.

She has a good figure, she doesn't feel bloated like an orc at all, except for the pale green skin caused by drinking demonic blood, and the small fangs at the corners of her mouth, this half-orc is almost identical to an orc.

"The general is laughing at you inside, Khadgar, I can feel it."

The orc assassin Garona's voice was hoarse, with a hint of special magnetism, and she stood up, inserted her dagger into the scabbard at her waist, swayed her body, walked to Khadgar's side, and reached out to brush the archmage's old cheek, a little sadness in her eyes.

"Oh, Khadgar, my friend, look what Medivan has turned into you, you should be a handsome, shy lad... Now he has become an old man who is dying. ”

"My soul is still young."

Khadgar was a little uncomfortable with Garona's intimacy, he took a step back, dodging the assassin's fingers, he reached out to collect the magic materials on the laboratory table in front of him, and said to Garona without looking back:

"You stay here, this mage tower is safe, don't show up with Danas, he's a good soldier, but he hates orcs, maybe he'll draw his sword and kill you."

"Just him?"

Garona smiled disdainfully, the half-orc assassin rubbed her forehead, looking at Khadgar's busy figure, she hesitated for a moment, and said softly:

"Ravenhold Manor has sent me another invitation, Khadgar, after you cure my headache, I may be going there, and the next time we meet, I don't know when."

The news brought Khadgar to a halt in his efforts to sort out the materials, and he looked up at the orc assassin, with a faint hint of reluctance in the depths of his eyes, but his face was full of worry, and he said:

"Why did you insist on joining that Assassin Order? Those rats in the dark are not to be trusted! I'll help you keep looking for news of the Shadow Council, you're safe here, you don't need to risk it! ”

"Oh, is this your human machismo? It's no different from an orc. ”

A strange smile appeared on Garona's face, and her figure suddenly disappeared, and when she reappeared behind Khadgar, the assassin reached out and gently hugged the archmage, this action made Khadgar's whole body stiffen, and then he heard Garona whisper in his ear:

"But I can't let you protect me all the time, sweet little man, you don't want me to fall into danger, and I don't want my only friend to risk it for me, and the affairs of the Shadow Council, I'll take care of it myself, Ravenhold Manor has a huge amount of information, I need them, it's my business, Khadgar, you don't need to meddle... When it's all over, I'll ... I'll come back to you. ”

"Don't worry, my little man."

Garona's lips touched Khadgar's ear, and she whispered, "Gul'dan is dead, no one can control me anymore, just find the last shadow... I'll be completely free. ”

"Khadgar! How long are you going to keep us waiting?! ”

Danas's loud voice rang out at the door of the Mage Tower, interrupting the small ambiguity between the two men, and Garona let out a hoarse laugh, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows, while Khadgar reached out and touched his hot earlobe, shook his head, grabbed the backpack on the table, picked up the chicken-leg-like Guardian Staff leaning aside, and walked quickly out of the Mage Tower.

After 75 minutes, the knights rushed from the Watch Fort to the other side of the Cursed Lands, which was originally called the Black Swamp, but was infected by evil spirits and turned into a dark red wasteland, so the soldiers of the Watch Fort began to call it the Cursed Lands, and the small remaining swamp was called the "Sorrowful Swamp" to commemorate the warriors who died here.

"Why did your mood suddenly change for the better again?"

General Danas rode on the armored war horse, looking back at the archmage beside him, Khadgar's state was a little weird, occasionally frowning, occasionally smirking, this change made Danas a little confused, and in the face of Danas's sudden question, Khadgar paused for a moment, disguised his embarrassment with a light cough, he looked back at the crater of the dark gate in front of him, and he whispered:

"It's nothing, it's just the fluctuations of today's spatial rift, some..."

"Lowered?"

General Danas asked casually, but received no answer from the mage, and when he looked back, he saw that Khadgar, riding on a docile mare, had an ugly face, his eyes widened, and he seemed to see something incredible.

"What's wrong?"

"Energy... It's not normal to be energetic..."

Khadgar subconsciously took out a scroll from the backpack on his waist and clasped it in the palm of his hand, he frowned and looked at the ruins of the crater in front of him, in his eyes full of magic, he saw the chaotic magic under the empty air, and with the growth of time, the magic was becoming more and more irritable.

The archmage turned over and dismounted, and rushed to the top of the crater, and the general, who had a premonition that something bad was going to follow.

"There's a problem! There is a problem!! ”

When the magic power was gathered to the extreme, the archmage tore open the scroll in his hand without looking, the cumbersome and mysterious spell beat in the palm of his hand, and a huge ball of purple magic gathered in front of him into an arcane arrow, stabbing into the scorching air inside the crater along the chaotic trajectory, and he shouted to Danas behind him:

"Stand back! Remove! That door is going to open! Signal! Signal now! ”

Before the purple arcane arrow smashed the swollen magic vortex, a black crack suddenly appeared in the empty air, like a black knife mark torn apart from space, and in the blink of an eye, the crack swelled out, like a storm vortex of purple-black magic.

The wind that swept it up blew the hair of the archmage and the general, neighed the horses in horror, and the gloomy and lazy sunlight over the Cursed Lands was wrapped in the rapidly gathering black clouds, and in an instant, the magical lightning that fell from the sky cleaved dozens of dusty depressions at the edge of the crater.

A few hapless knights tried to hold on to the reins of their horses, but were struck by magical lightning that fell from the sky, their metal armor became deadly conductors, and after a rapid scream, the brave knights, along with men and horses, turned into a charred black garbage with the smell of barbecue.

Under the gaze of Khadgar and Danas, the purple-black magic storm rotated rapidly, and a dark green point of light was like a lit spark, rotating along the magic of the whirlpool, and in less than 1 second, the purple-black vortex was rendered into dark green, a terrifying dark green, exactly like the whirlpool of the Dark Gate in the past.

In the wind of magic, Khadgar covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, his purple robe was blown by the wind, his hair fluttered in the wind, and his blue eyes were full of wonder and fear.

"No..."