Silvermoon City is so quiet at night, even in the midst of an unsettling war, the people still need to rest, this is the instinct of life.

King Anastarian sits in his palace, the leader is nearly 3,000 years old, but he is a powerful mage himself, and through the washing of magic powers, he can make him look less old and energetic at the same time.

He had the same long blond hair as Kael'thas, but because he was too old, his blonde hair was mixed with a lot of conspicuous white hair, which meant that the old king was no longer young.

He flipped through the reports from the front, and in his heart, the king was dismissive of the threat of the orcs.

Just as he never thought that a rough troll could break into Quel'Thalas, he didn't think that orcs could break into his kingdom, the miracle of the High Elves, the Well of the Sun with endless magic sheltered his kingdom and people, and the supreme wisdom left by the previous king, the Bantirenore Barrier has guarded the country for 6,800 years, and it will also protect its people in the years to come.

"Kael'thas, my son..."

The old king picked up a letter from the elven prince Kael'thas who had traveled far away in Dalaran to his father, and he suggested in his heart that his father should make up his mind and join the alliance as soon as possible.

But this concern made King Anastarian a little unhappy.

"You still can't understand why I'm keeping my distance from humans..."

The old king put down the letter in his hand, closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and said to himself:

"They don't even want to help their own kingdoms, and you hope that they will help the foreigners... When the kingdom of Stormwind fell, the ugliness of those kings was simply disgusting. ”

The chamberlains in the palace were quietly doing their own thing, the old king had ruled Quel'Thalas for nearly 3,000 years, and his authority in the country could no longer be described in words. The Sunseeker has become a symbol of Quel'Thalas!

The old king stood up and walked slowly to the terrace of the palace, he stared at the distant sky, and in the darkness of the night, the light of the Well of the Sun illuminated the northernmost part of the continent, so that Silvermoon City would never be dark.

"My son, you're still too young."

"Boom"

Just as the old king was about to turn around and leave, to go to rest, a sudden fluctuation of magic power made his face change drastically, and he turned around to see that in the sky of the Eternal Song Forest, a distorted and chaotic magical storm tore through the dark night of the sky, and this scene made the king's fist clench.

"The Banty Renore Barrier has been destroyed! This... How is this possible! ”

On the other side, beyond the envelope of the enchantment, warriors of the Plunder Clan and the Twilight Hammer Clan awaited, two small clans that relied on magic to fight under the leadership of their chieftain, but to be honest, they themselves had no idea what they were waiting for.

In the darkness, the gloomy orc warlock Gul'dan looked at the battlefield in the darkness in the distance, his dark red eyes were beating with a touch of extreme disgust and dissatisfaction, Tyrion was right, this guy was secretly planning something, he needed time.

The tall ogre Gugar wore a special robe, and he held a staff of white bones in his hand, like a rude ogre, sitting cross-legged beside Gul'dan, and the two of them spoke in a spiritual link.

"The elf said he could break the barrier, and Sarufar believed him! (Guldan, he's starting to doubt you)"

The way Gugal speaks is very strange, he has two heads, double the thinking, double the intelligence, and twice the combat power.

Of course, he would occasionally quarrel with himself, and he would have double the happiness and double the troubles.

This guy is used to talking with two heads together, and if you don't get used to his rhythm, you can feel very confused.

And in the face of Gugar's size, Guldan snorted in the spiritual link and said disdainfully:

"Let him go, Sarufar, Orgrim, these mortal wars who have no idea what we're after... It's just a bunch of pathetic mortals, I just need to hurry, soon... Soon we will be able to get rid of them! Gugar, my apprentice, is your clan willing to die for you? ”

"Of course! (Those who disobey have been killed!) ）”

"That's good, it takes many, many souls to open that temple, and the more people who follow us, the better... Believe me, my apprentice, we will soon embark on a path to godhood! Let these rough orcs continue to work for the devil, we... We'll break free from it all! I swear! ”

Gul'dan let out a low, hoarse laugh, his eyes filled with a vision of the future, a thirst for power, a trademark vicious brutality, and at the deepest point, a rare glimmer of hope for freedom.

As a witness and implementer who participated in the great events of the Draenor orc world from prosperity to collapse, Gul'dan was the first to contact the orcs behind the scenes, and he was also the most aware of their power, he once served as their spokesperson in the orc world, destroyed his own world for them with his own hands, and also built the Dark Gate under their orders, leading the orcs to invade another world.

But as a warlock in a frenzied pursuit of power, would Gul'dan be willing to be a humble pawn?

No, he doesn't want to!

He has more advanced pursuits... He's going to master the ultimate power of the stars! He's going to... Break free from the shackles brought to him by the hands behind the scenes, he wants to be free! He's going to dominate them in turn! Eventually turn the entire stars into his kingdom!

It's a wild fantasy, but... Who stipulates that a villain who does all kinds of evil cannot have dreams of his own?

"Boom"

The storm of magic that erupted from the battlefield in the darkness ahead turned into a substantial gust of wind, blowing through everything around him, interrupting Gul'dan's thoughts.

He stretched out his hand to block it, and the sudden wind caused the warlocks and mages behind him to let out a cry of surprise, and the pure and powerful magic contained in the wind made everyone, including Gul'dan, can't help but widen their eyes.

"It's... This is the power of the elves' sunwells? ”

Gul'dan closed his eyes and sniffed deeply in the wind, the smell of the mana in the wind made him shiver all over, and beside him, the ogre Gugar stood up and opened his arms, embracing the sheer magic in this way.

"So powerful! So pure! So brilliant! ”

Gul'dan opened his eyes, his dark red eyes were already full of desire for conquest and coveting power, after the rune stone was pulled out, the barrier was broken, and the oppression of magic no longer existed, Gul'dan was on his skeletal staff, his fingers pointing forward in the dark:

"Come on! Kill all those elves and destroy the country... The Sunwell, the source of this chilling magic... When we get back, it'll be mine! ”

The warriors of the Plunder Clan and the Twilight Hammer clan roared like wild beasts, their blood surging with evil energy that made them lose their minds under the stimulus of war, and they howled and rushed to the battlefield ahead.

Gul'dan's outstretched fingers flipped over, massive magic throbbing at his fingertips, green runes flipped and shattered on his arm, and in the call of the twisted void, a scorching and massive lifeform responded to the warlock's call.

"Smack"

Gul'dan's fingers twitched, and the next moment, in the dark canopy in the distance, the sky was torn apart, and meteorites burning with dark green flames fell from the sky, like a signal of war and destruction, and smashed towards the battlefield of Taquirim.

"Boom"

The meteorite smashed quickly on the ground, smashing into the camp of the retreating rangers and elven mages, and the collision of the ground killed dozens of people in an instant, dark green flames splashed everywhere, and in the crater, a behemoth slowly stood up, it was an evil creature composed of dark green scorching stones and evil energy connected together.

It's one of the largest siege weapons among demons, and the Warlock's signature war magic... Hellfire!

"Bang"

The Hellfire Giant stretched out its body more than 5 meters high, its body made of stones burned with scorching demonic fire, it let out a silent roar towards the sky, it clenched its fists, and slammed into the ground, just in an instant, the Ranger's hard-fought defense line was shattered.

And that's just the beginning!

"Whoa"

Gul'dan walked to the battlefield, where he walked, the dark space was torn apart, his whole body was covered with black scales, his sharp teeth made people shudder, and the hideous and huge number of demon hounds rushed out of it, under Gul'dan's evil orders, they quickly formed an army of demons, and the demon guards who followed closely behind, those hideous and terrifying demons easily cleared the way for Gul'dan.

In front of Orgrim, Gul'dan would not provoke him with warlock magic, but in this land far from the main battlefield, no one could care about him.

The power of the high-level Grand Karcist on the battlefield is undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and the warlock who completely lets go of his hand is an army by himself!

The demon legion summoned by Gul'dan alone brutally destroyed the last resistance of the rangers with unstoppable power.

Outside the ruins of the ruined town of Taquiline, Tyrion, who was propping up his body with his heavy sword, bent down and picked up the dimmed runestone from the flesh on the ground, and handed it to Serent.

"Remember this position, Serent!"

Tyrion said to his henchmen, "Then take it and hide around here!" Waiting for my orders..."

Silent didn't say much, he took the rune stone, turned and quickly disappeared into the already noisy night, and behind him, Glokush asked softly:

"That's the opportunity you've created for me?"

Tyrion nodded:

"I have never forgotten my promise, you see, when the barrier is closed again, all the orcs and trolls who have penetrated into it will lose their ability to cast spells, and you still have faith in the face of a Gul'dan who cannot cast spells?"

"Hey, hey"

Glokush grinned, dark red death energy wrapped around his body, mending the wounds on his body, he clenched his fists, and his dark eyes turned bright red and cruel:

"I'll screw his head off with my own hands... What happens after you've done this? Tyrion, are you still planning to return to the Horde? ”

Faced with this question, Tyrion put his heavy sword behind his back, he hooked his fingers, and after a few moments, a large white-boned griffin silently landed beside him, he rode on the griffin, turned to Glokush, and said:

"It's time to say goodbye to the tribe... Looking at the corpses all over the ground, I may have to thank them for their killing, which provided us with enough soldiers! After you kill Gul'dan, we will leave the northern frontier. There is nothing left to be nostalgic about this battlefield. ”

The Bone Griffon flapped its wings and flew silently into the darkness overhead, and Tyrion looked at the forest below that was filled with war and blood, and he was going to go to war to select strong enough warriors to fill his Knights, which would be the greatest reward for him to be rekindled by the flames of war.

Tyrion didn't have much to think about taking the invaders into his former homeland, as his fate had been completely severed as early as the moment he recovered from death.

There was no memory, no warmth, no pain, no shame, his cold life could no longer contain these things, and death filled this body with the other side of life, and as the orcs ignited the flames of war throughout Quel'Thalas, the darkness and death brought by Tyrion would also fill the place little by little.

"It's time to pursue the true destiny!"