The wind of magic has no sound, it blows and looks directly at ordinary people and cannot even be perceived, it is like a wind blowing through the calm sea, only like a gentle hand, brushing every shore, embracing all those who can feel it and use it.

But the premise is that the magic of calm, once it becomes manic... It will be like a raging wave that swallows countless ships and lives.

"Whew"

The brutal magic storm roared and swept through every corner of the Dalaran Teleportation Hall, and in the reflection of the hedron lamp, every ray of light was refracted into a colorful, brilliant light, like the most beautiful aurora blooming in the polar regions of the world, and it appeared in a problem that should not have appeared.

"Bang"

The forcibly torn open portal carried a pale light, mixed with ominous and obscure power, in the confrontation of huge magical power, the archmage Modra was smashed out of the portal in an embarrassed posture, and in the eyes of the panicked mages stationed there, one of the six most powerful people in the entire Dalaran smashed on the wall painted with magic lines like a flying war hammer.

"Let's go! Get out of here! ”

Modra, who was disheveled, raised her head, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and turned her head to look at the frightened mages stationed there, and she shouted:

"The enemy is coming!"

As soon as her words fell, in an earth-shattering loud noise, Archmage Ansrem was smashed against the wall in the same posture, and the white portal in front of everyone's eyes was torn even bigger, and the archmage who was always dissolute was also covered with blood at this time, and there was no longer the smell of game dust, he coughed up blood, and stood up with his staff.

"Unstoppable... Modra, join me and turn it off! ”

"You're crazy! Antonidas and Kael'thas are still over there! ”

Lady Modra screamed:

"They're still holding on, that monster... It..."

"We can't stop him!"

Ansrem turned his head and roared at Modra:

"Don't you understand? We can't stop him! The monster tore open the portal to here with one hand, and he used the spatial marker we left behind, do you know what that means? ”

"It's a trap!"

The archmage who always showed that he didn't care about anything dragged his heavy body, step by step, and walked forward against the storm of magic with difficulty, and between the seven colors of light, Ansrem's blood-stained hair was blown up, leaving one bloody footprint after another behind him, and his face was dark, not only because of the deadly magic hitting his body, but also because of the inner struggle and pain.

"It's a trap... It's waiting for us there, and it's not aimed at us at all, Dalaran... It's coming to Dalaran, don't you understand? It couldn't get through the Violet Barrier, it had to use this stupid way of waiting for the rabbit. ”

Standing in front of the pale portal where the chaotic storm of magic converged, the blinding, scorching light scorching his body, his wounds, he turned his head and looked at Modra, his eyes full of despair:

"We must close this door, once that monster of steel and flesh enters Dalaran... That's it! ”

"Boom"

The furious magic erupted again and again at this moment, this time the magic was even more agitated, like a shockwave rushing from the center of the circle to all directions, and the moment it swept through the teleportation hall, the magic power turned into pure cold and darkness, even obscuring the light of thousands of hedron lamps.

The garrison mages were finally awakened from this terrifying burst of energy, and they rushed forward in a hurry, arranging a defensive enchantment, and dragged the archmage Ansrem, who hit head-on with the energy impact, and the archmage was in a terrible situation, he had fallen into a coma, a dying coma.

"Buzz"

The dark energy dissipated little by little, and at the moment when the hedron lamp re-illuminated the hall, Modra, who had clenched her staff, raised her head and saw her companion rushing back from the other side of the portal, Antonidas's white beard fluttering, beside him, Prince Kael'thas who held a flaming flaming flame sword with a dark face, cold frost and scorching fireballs of flame suspended around the two archmages, like a wall, blocking the crowd and the city behind him.

And in front of them, in front of the torn pale spatial rift, the Grand Lich Khadgar stood, in this fierce battle of magic, the entire Dungeon of Grimbaatar was destroyed by a third, but the Great Lich remained as if he had not been harmed, he still maintained his previous appearance, he looked at the mess in front of him with a wistful gaze.

"Do"

The staff of the Guardian, wrapped in dark red mana, pressed against the floor of the hall, and Khadgar whispered:

"I have stood in your earth... Again. ”

"What the hell do you want to do? Khadgar! ”

Archmage Antonidas waved his staff, as an archmage in the human wizarding world who has an extremely deep understanding of teleportation and frost, he stared at Khadgar in front of him, he glanced at Khadgar's feet, Archmage Derlandon who was lying at Khadgar's feet, he did not know how to die, he asked in a deep voice:

"Do you want to go to war with all of Dalaran? Over here? At this time? ”

"No!"

Khadgar flicked his fingers, and the dying Derlandon was grabbed from the ground by an invisible magical hand, and the Grand Lich stared at the three archmages who could still fight in front of him with silver eyes, and he whispered:

"As I said, except for the imminent death of Derlandon, I'm here just with you... Say hello. ”

With that, the Great Lich turned, just as he had come, and stepped into the pale portal behind him, and behind him, Archmage Derlandon's body was also dragged into it, and Khadgar's strange voice resounded in the teleportation hall behind him:

"The wheel of the world has begun to work again, the era of life is coming to an end, an era of dark turmoil is about to begin, all this, everything, including you and me, no one can escape it..."

"Khadgar!"

Prince Kael'thas stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the back of the Great Lich as it was about to disappear, and he cried out:

"Where's Tyrion? I'm going to talk to him! ”

"It's a pity that he's not here, and while you're wasting your precious time, my "new friend" is already dealing with the real enemy... Kael'thas, wait for that moment to come, don't waste time looking for him..."

"Buzz"

The pale portal suddenly began to rotate at this moment, and in the firelight, the gathered white halo slowly withered like petals, flying in this dark hall, and the disappearance of its villain master, as if it had never appeared, the suffocating scene, seemed more like the silhouette of a disaster.

But Khadgar's last voice still came to Kael'thas in a clear and deep voice:

"Sooner or later, he'll come to you."

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The Valley of Thorns, one of the southernmost lands in the mainland, is full of pristine jungles, abundant water, inexhaustible prey, and a small amount of fertile land that can be cultivated.

Civilization once took root here and grew to a brilliant level, but now it is ignorance and barbarism that govern here.

Ruled by the savage Gulabash Trolls, a member of the ancient Zendalar Troll Empire, the jungle had no predators years ago, and according to explorers and treasure hunters who had returned from the Valley of Thorns, deep within the forested mountains lies an ancient city full of gems and gold.

The ancient city of Zulghrab, sacred to the ancient city of the Gulabash trolls, where they still live today.

But now, after the bloodring orcs settled in the Valley of Thorns, the civilization ecology here has undergone some small changes, because the timeline has changed, and the bloodring chief Kirrog who escaped death. Deatheye and his rampant warriors who were equally skilled in jungle warfare spent three years and at great cost snatching a third of the Valley of Thorns from the savage Troll Headhunters.

The moment the orc's farmland and farm appeared in the dense forest, it represented the remnants from another world, those orcs who had been dominated by madness, began to be accepted by this benevolent new world, especially after surviving the difficult time of the aftermath of demon blood, the fire of orc civilization will take root in this new world sooner or later.

Of course, what I'm going to talk about today has nothing to do with these orcs, or rather, it doesn't have anything to do with it yet.

The Southern Thorn Valley, Treasure Bay, the only large port in this wild mountain range, controlled by a goblin consortium, is the most prosperous commercial city in the southern part of the entire eastern continent, and there is no one.

The goblin trade prince Rivigaz, who is also known as the "big man", is a typical goblin merchant, cunning, ruthless, greedy and sensible, and has a unique vision, he is a difficult figure, it is said that the Blackwater pirates who run rampant in the South China Sea were founded by him, but Rivigaz himself has always denied this claim.

Standing on the highest part of Treasure Bay every day, overlooking his city, watching the busy, in and out of the harbor, bring endless wealth to himself, is the favorite thing for the rich man to do, and even has developed a habit, no matter what troubles, as long as he stands there, he will feel simple but full of happiness.

But except today...

"They're coming!"

A tall, even taller than the tallest draenei, the size of an elite demon, appeared behind Rivigaz, with dark skin, a pirate blouse, and a two-handed heavy sword pinned to his waist, which required a strong hand to hold for a human, but for this guy, it was only a one-handed sword.

The most striking thing is the guy's head, it was a bull's head, vivid, almost identical bull's head, with horns, wearing a nose ring, two black, whip-knitted hair on his shoulders, on his bull's head, poked at a certain black pirate captain's hat, dotted with white feathers, it should be gorgeous, but now it has been stained with oil and blood.

This is a Minotaur rare in the Eastern Continent, and even more peculiarly, this is a Minotaur pirate! And he looks like he's still a pirate captain.

But at this moment, the dangerous behemoth stood respectfully behind the goblin rich man, who was only his calf high, and whispered:

"Boss, my captain, a punch, a great lad, found them overseas, I'm not sure if they're coming towards the bay, but judging by the course they're sailing, we need to be ready for the plunder."

"Looting?"

Dressed in black trousers, a white shirt, and with 5 gold rings and 3 gemstone rings on his fingers, the rich man screamed in a goblin's distinctive voice:

"Kara. Promontory! ”

"In! Boss! ”

The black sturdy minotaur straightened sharply, and then the goblin's voice became dangerous:

"I pay you 4,000 gold coins a month, do you want you to tell me when I need you that we must be ready to "deal with the plunder"? Grab? Grab! Maggots! Disgusting! Spicy Chicken! ”

The rich goblin shook his fist, and his cunning eyes were full of cruelty:

"I'm not afraid to spend money, but even if I throw money into the water, I can hear a sound! If you still want to continue your laid-back days in Booty Bay, Kara, take your men and drive those maggots out of my city! ”

"Booty Bay is mine! Every penny of copper in this city belongs to me! No one should try to take them! ”

The goblin looked at the tall minotaur, and he exclaimed:

"Do you understand?"

"Ugh."

When the irascible goblin had finished venting his anger, the seemingly honest but cunning Minotaur Pirate touched his head, and he said angrily:

"We signed an agreement, but Rivigaz, I can resist even the navy of Kul Tiras, even the "King of the Seas" of Dai Lin for you, I am not afraid, but this time I can't... In our agreement, we didn't say let me help you deal with a bunch of undead, a bunch of vampires... You see, I'm just doing what I do. ”

"Hell vampire! That's just a trick to deceive fools! ”

The goblin rich man took a step back with some fear, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in:

"I don't believe there are any vampires in this world! That's a lie! ”

"Buzz"

As soon as Rivigaz finished speaking, a slender dark red figure appeared beside him, and the Minotaur pirate drew his long sword with a thud, but three sharp knife wheels were held against his neck from behind.

"Don't move, calf, your horns are beautiful, and I guess you don't want to lose them, do you?"

"Hey, relax, guys."

Carla. Cape was an old fur dog, and he knew when to admit it, and he raised his hands in obedience, and Nasa didn't look at him, she bent down and stared at the goblin rich man with blood-red eyes:

"As for you... Rich man, you should believe any vampire legends, but our real name is not called... Vampires..."