The journey through the Dark Gate is long and eerie.

The teleportation of the mages will make the unprepared feel the distortion of time and space, after the teleportation is over, many people will have vomiting, dizziness, and the warlock's portal is more violent, the power that tears the space will be directly blessed on the user's soul, if you are not strong enough, there is only one result.

Your soul and body will be torn to shreds.

The Dark Portal, the embodiment of the highest level of wisdom and skill in mage and warlock magic, it houses the advantages of both warlock and mage portals... Of course, there are disadvantages.

Entering the Dark Portal, entering this portal connecting the two worlds, is like being thrown into a sea of chaotic and warped space, you can't breathe, and without being able to manipulate your body, you feel the distortion of space and time around you, and that distortion can even affect your body.

Stretched infinitely in one moment, compressed in the next, and crossing the Dark Gate without being fully prepared is almost like looking for death, and those orcs who have fled have their fate blocked their fate, in fact, at least a third of them will not return to their own world alive.

Passing through the Dark Gate requires a huge number of warlocks to maintain energy fluctuations.

However, for the Blood Fiend, he is a powerful warlock in his own right, and his understanding of magic allows him to pass through it safely, but he can also run out of strength and become weak, requiring a certain amount of time to recuperate before he can continue to move.

"Huh"

In the dark green swirl of energy, the body of the Blood Fiend stepped into the stairs of the Dark Gate on this side of the Draenor world, and the skeleton warhorse he rode had been torn to shreds by the chaotic energy, and even the armor of his human body was carved with strange nicks.

But it's good to come, if the soldiers of the alliance weren't crazy, they wouldn't have rushed in with them, and the danger has been lifted.

The Blood Fiend didn't breathe, but at this moment, he still breathed a sigh.

"Ogrim's time is over! The name of the next era... It's called Blood Demon! Hahaha..."

Bloodseeker's maniacal laughter was interrupted as he opened his eyes, as he saw a scene that should never have been.

On this side of the portal, there are broken bones everywhere, and the towering steps are soaked with blood, and those orcs who have finally returned to their homeland are blocked and killed in this place close to their hometown, which should not be their fate.

But the fate of the others was no longer a matter of concern to the Blood Demon, his gaze fixed on the familiar back in front of him, the guy holding a hideous curved sword in his left hand, the blade dancing with a bright red luster, and the seven runes on it were glittering.

The wind from Draenor ruffled the guy's hair, long gray-white hair, scattered in the eerie haze of the Hellfire Peninsula.

Beneath his feet, the white bones were scattered everywhere, and at the end of what was once known as the "Road of Glory" at the foot of the 33 steps, the Death Knights of the Darkblade Knights were directing the awakened corpses in a brutal slaughter, killing the fleeing orcs, killing the orcs who rushed to their aid.

A massive necromantic dragon flapped its bone wings across the sky, its breath of black smoke and fire taking away the lives of many orcs each time.

It's almost like the battlefield of the Burning Plains, no... Here is more brutal than there, here is a one-sided slaughter.

Amid the roars of the walking corpses, Tyrion turned his head, his ice-blue eyes flashing with pleasure as he looked at Tallon as he froze in front of the Dark Gate. Bloodseeker, he whispered:

"Yo!"

"You're slow... My friend Bloodfiend..."

"You see, I'm here to wait for you, and I'm going to talk to you about something... About the filth of the past when we got along. ”

Three Blood Wardens appeared in the shadows behind the Blood Fiend, wielding their monstrous blade wheels to chop down the Death Knights who had become extremely tired from passing through the Dark Gate, and the bones scattered on the platform moved strangely as Tyrion's sword was raised.

Soon, the Bloodfiend found himself surrounded, and this time, it seemed like he had no way to escape.

The Bloodseeker clenched the steel scepter in his hand, and he stared at Tyrion in front of him. Dawnblade, once this guy was just a bug he could pinch to death, but now, he has the absolute advantage, and judging by his actions, it seems that he is planning something very dangerous.

"Wait! Tyrion, whatever you have to do, we can join forces! You see, this is Draenor, this is my world, and I know more about it than you do! I don't know what kind of delusion you're trying to achieve, but are you really going to kill me and put everything on luck? Just the orcs entrenched in the Hellfire Fortress are something you can't fight! ”

The persuasion caused Tyrion's eyes to narrow, but after a moment, he shrugged his shoulders and reached out to stroke his gray hair:

"Blood Demon, my former brother, I know better than you what you are, discussing the matter of union with a poisonous snake like you is simply a waste of my time, not to mention the matter of a definite ending, how can it be called gambling?"

"You have cast yourself into the net, and I am your judge, your jury, your executioner! Hereby I sentence you to death! ”

The whistling sound of the apocalypse was as shrill as substance, the sword poured the dark power of the ego into Tyrian's body, it was urging him to kill, it couldn't wait to taste the taste of the soul, Tyrion's fingers brushed the blade of the magic sword, and wherever his fingers went, the entwined energy of death became more distorted and wilder.

"Pray, purify your dark soul with prayer, purify your filthy body with pain!"

"Bang"

The clash of blades and scepters resounded like Talon. The last shred of Bloodseeker's twisted life, a cunning and powerful warlock, must have been a long trial process, but given Tyrion's preparations, we can only mourn for Mr. Bloodfiend.

He's dead... It's a shame that there may not be a place for this careerist in Tyrion's plans for the future of the world of Draenor.

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Quel'Salas, the village of Windwalk.

The forests destroyed by the war have been planted, and in this land full of magical power, it only takes a few years for those seeds to fully grow and grow into what they once were, and they will be covered up again by the flames of the earth, covering the scars of the war and the pain of the past, like... It's like they've never been there.

Aurelia. Carrying Sasdora on his back, the Windranger returns to his homeland with endless exhaustion.

The war on the front line had nothing to do with her anymore, she wanted to flee from that place, which did not bring her even the slightest comfort, only endless loss and pain.

For the first time in his life, the Ranger of the Windranger deserted, almost escaping the battlefield.

Of course, between Aurelia. Lady Windranger's outstanding contribution to the Alliance War, the Alliance military was very generous in sending her back to Quel'Salas with a portal, there was no gossip, and many officers in the upper echelons of the Alliance knew the story of Aurelia and Tyrion.

After witnessing her former lover fall into darkness and become a madman and a butcher, even the most demanding military judge can no longer ask Aurelia to continue fighting.

Many soldiers have lost their loved ones in the war, but that is only a loss, and Aurelia faces an even more painful situation, and this unbearable pain is felt by all.

"Eldest sister, you're finally back, we miss you so much."

At the intersection of the reconstructed Windwalk Village, after seeing Aurelia's lonely figure approaching, her sister Winlesa. Windranger rushed into Aurelia's arms, for her relatives, Winlessa didn't care what kind of feats Aurelia had made on the battlefield, after losing her mother, Aurelia was her most cherished relative.

Feeling Winresa's trembling body, Aurelia felt compassion from her heart, she hugged her sister tightly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, after being hurt by Tyrion's utter indifference, only her relatives could bring her some comfort.

"I'm back... I'm not leaving. ”

Aurelia's voice choked, the painful and confused wanderer returned home, the grievances and pain in his heart suddenly erupted at this moment, the two ladies of the Windranger family hugged and cried, but no one would laugh at them, the entire Quel'Thalas, everyone knew how much the Windranger family had lost in this war.

Resting at home after a long absence, and having a meal with her sister and brother, Aurelia was in a better mood, but this good mood ended when she met Sylvanas.

"Take it, I don't need it anymore."

Wearing loose robes, Aurelia threw the Sadoras in her hand to Sylvanas, a gentle smile on her face, but the forced smile made Sylvanas feel a touch of heartache.

"The Ranger General should have held Sardora, and it will be more useful in your hands than in my hands."

Aurelia stood up, intending to leave the room and go out into the forest, but as she walked out of the room, the silent Sylvanas clenched her bow in her hand, and she whispered:

"What about Tyrion?"

The question brought Aurelia to a halt, and Sylvanas looked at her sister's back, and she whispered:

"On the night the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, you were ghostly, and then you left with those paladins, and I know you saw him, and you stubbornly went to him despite my persuasion, and now you are back alone, like a discarded kitten, and tell me, sister, did that bastard break your heart?"

Aurelia was silent for a long time, and she replied in a hoarse voice:

"Don't mention him, Sylvanas, Tyrion is dead, and in that shell is a cold, broken soul, who has no heart, no feelings, who no longer remembers us, and in his heart, we are no different from strangers... He killed a lot of people, he kidnapped the Union Marshal, and he became unknown to us. ”

"Forget about him, just assume he's dead."

"Are you saying he has no feelings? Are you sure? Sister. ”

Sylvanas sighed, she stepped forward, hugged Aurelia's trembling body, and she whispered:

"You were deceived by him, that's just that he wants you to stay away from him, he still has feelings, I'm sure in his heart, you are still the most important person, his feelings for us, for his mother, in fact, has never weakened... Follow me and I'll show you the evidence. ”

When she followed Sylvanas into the Windranger Village Cemetery, Aurelia was very entangled, she actually hoped that Sylvanas was telling the truth, but she was afraid of the truth, this infatuated woman was abandoned twice by Tyrion, and that kind of hot feeling formed the most extreme pain in the face of the ice that could not be melted, the torture of eternal contact.

She even wished that Tyrion had turned into an emotionless monster, and if that did, she might be able to forget about him.

Sylvanas walked through the dense mass of tombstones, the elven warriors who had died in Quel'Thallas during the orc invasion, and Aurelia followed her sister along the path of the cemetery to the most remote corners covered in forests and weeds.

Sylvanas turned sideways, and Aurelia saw the unique cemetery in front of her, with no inscriptions, no names of the catacomb's owner, only a tombstone decorated with white bones, and a script carved into the tombstone that she knew very well.

"Where the dawn blooms, where the night ends, you are the greatest general, the most fearless hero, the most steadfast protector, and the most perfect... Mother. ”

Aurelia read the inconspicuous inscription, and she turned to look at Sylvanas, who nodded and whispered:

"Everyone thought that her mother died in that fire, and the escaped rangers told us that it was the orc warlock who attacked her, and no one saw her body, so we had to build a tomb for her, but a few days ago, when Relas came back from Silvermoon City to worship his mother, he accidentally discovered this hidden cemetery... Archmage Romance of the Silvermoon Council has come to see it himself..."

"It was the mother's body, frozen with a special magic, and according to the time, it was buried here that night, and these bones were sent to Dalaran for identification, and it was determined that they were the bones of the orc warlock Guldan, that is, the murderer of the sneak attack on the mother, Prince Kael'thas and the archmages relived the course of that night's war, and found traces of the death knight's activities in the ruins near Taquelin and on the mountain road leading to Stratholme."

The new Ranger General paused, looking back in the direction of the battlefield she had been.

"He was the one who opened the barrier, yes, but it was he who closed it at the most critical moment, trapped the orcs in the barrier, he helped us repel the orcs, he drove the orcs away from Quel'Thalas, he ambushed them on the mountain roads, and even after death, he still protected the country in his own way."

"I'm sorry, sister, but we blamed him..."