"Ding"

The golden, somewhat worn pocket watch opened on the tips of his cold fingers, and even in another world, the symbols of the past were still working meticulously, and the time from Azeroth rippled in the palm of Khadgar's hand, and he stood in front of the ruins of the Dark Door, looking very quiet.

For orthodox mages, clocks are often endowed with a lot of deeper meanings, each time the hands pass a square, it symbolizes the passage of time for a second, and the slight sound of the gears also means that life is slowly passing, for many mages, clocks represent much more than time itself.

But time, the word has lost its meaning to Khadgar today.

His gaze swept over his pocket watch, and after the two black hands overlapped again, he looked up at the "restored" ruins in front of him, a few years ago when the Dark Gatepost Stone in the world of Draenor had been destroyed by his own hands, and at that time, he thought it was right to bury the symbol of the catastrophe completely, but now, that childish notion has long since been erased.

"Whew"

The dead wind of the Hellfire Peninsula blew across his face, blowing his long gray hair, and the mantle behind the Great Lich also blew the hunting sound, and behind the cloak, under the high platform, the black and oppressed undead quietly lined up in formation, one after the other, behind the Dark Gate, until the hellfire fortress in the center of the barren land.

Two-thirds of the undead in the entire world of Draenor are already standing here, with huge necromantic infantry guarding the death knights on their horses, as well as the colossus of tall hills and heavy iron armor, and some golden devices mounted on the backs of these ultimate land weapons, as if they were carrying heavy cannons.

There were also some noisy demon-blooded undead at the back of the line, demonic blood changed their necromantic bodies, although the effect on the dead was not as profound as that on the living, but the innate fury and chaos of demonic blood still affected their sanity.

Finally, the Death Ravens suspended in the sky, Queen Reich did not participate in the expedition, but she kept her promise to put most of the Screamers under the command of the Death Lords, and among the Screamers who were as silent as the undead on the ground, the strange and massive Death Raven hovered in the air, its shadow hanging over the land, silent and dangerous.

The Lords of Death who had not followed Tyrion to Azeroth also gathered here, Iriel, Roglio, Sarufar, two blood mages, and a strange High Elf, who rode their horses and stood behind Khadgar, waiting for that moment to come.

In front of everyone's eyes, the once destroyed Dark Gate Pillar Stone has been rebuilt, due to the widening of the magic line and the spatial rift, the newly built Dark Gate has become wider, enough to accommodate hundreds of people to pass through at the same time, just like a triumphal gate, and on both sides of the pillar stone, according to the style of the dark blade, carved with too many patterns, the whole body is dark red, looking very weird and ominous.

"Click"

The golden pocket watch was closed, and the Great Lich removed the white skull from his waist, and he looked at the empty Dark Doorpost Stone in front of him, and he whispered:

"The time has come, ladies and gentlemen."

"Buzz"

Huge cold magic burst out from the palm of the Great Lich's hand, and in the next moment, the shadow energy in Gul'dan's skull was drawn, and the Great Lich's body was quickly covered with a layer of shadows, those dark sparks danced on his body, and small pieces of dark lightning wrapped around the space around him.

In the eyes that could see through the magic, those silent magic lines were connected one by one, and a huge spatial rift was awakened, and it roared and tore through the calm air, projecting itself in front of the eyes of hundreds of thousands of undead, filling the empty pillar stone.

"Many times, I think about the fate of Azeroth, in that era of turmoil, disaster, and suffering, is there such a way, such an answer, that can satisfy everyone, and the world."

The bland voice of the Great Lich reached the ears of the Death Lords behind him:

"No, there is no such way."

"Buzz"

The dark green vortex of energy began to spin in the wide dark doorpost stone, and the speed became faster and faster, like a lit spar lamp, and the psychedelic green light spread outward along a fulcrum, as if a door was pushed open from the inside, exposing a dangerous world to everyone.

"A lot of times, peace isn't the only answer."

Khadgar reached out and tugged at his purple mage hat, the shadows fading from his cold body, and he reached out to take his Guardian's Staff from the Lich Derlandon standing behind him, and in the beating of the necromantic rune at the top of the staff, an obscure light burst out of the staff, piercing into the rapidly spinning dark green vortex in front of him.

As if some kind of stabilizer had been added, the beating spatial rift quickly came to a standstill under Khadgar's manipulation, and behind the slowly flowing vortex of energy, a familiar world had opened its doors and was waiting for the guests to visit.

"Come on, come with me."

Khadgar strolled forward with his staff, the Lords of Death silently following him, and behind him, the Necromantic Legion that could overwhelm a city in an instant, slowly moved forward, like the tide of the quiet sea beginning to surge, making anyone who saw this scene feel their hearts skip a beat.

"Prove to me..."

Khadgar's body took a step forward and melted into the green vortex, the Great Lich's consciousness immersed in the warped space of the Dark Gate's connected world in the next moment, but he was strong enough to envelop his body with strong magic to shield him from the torments of this storm.

When he opened his eyes again, the dark red, the same earth and pale sky as the Hellfire Peninsula appeared in front of him, and the Great Lich who no longer needed to breathe looked at the fortress in the distance, and he let out a long sigh:

"Prove to me... We're not here, wasting time. ”

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"A huge energy fluctuation has been detected in the direction of the Dark Gate! Hurry up, let's check it out! ”

In the watchtower at dusk, the mages stationed in the castle had just finished their dinner, and after a full meal, everyone was ready to finish their day's work, but at this moment, a wave of energy that made the mages shudder burst out from the direction of the dark door.

It was like a whip that slammed into the crowd, making the somewhat lazy mages rush to their watch posts like donkeys being chased.

After the re-establishment of the Holy Arathas Empire, Lothar issued a number of new edicts, one of which was to place the Watch Fortress directly under the administration of the Imperial Center.

There are also royal guards from the Araso Empire, as well as the elite soldiers who were originally stationed here, it can be said that the Watch Fort is developing in the direction of a super-large defensive fortress, and in Emperor Lothar's plan, the Watch Fort will become a defensive city in the future, blocking the southern frontier of the Empire.

The Emperor saw a great threat from another world, and he made efforts to achieve this, but now it seems that his efforts are obviously not enough, or rather, he still underestimates the power that Tyrion has painstakingly accumulated, and hibernates... A long hibernation exists only for victory.

"The spatial rift in the Dark Gate has been torn open!"

Sasranan, the ** master from Dalaran, manipulated the Surveillance Orb, using the magic sentry posts arranged around the Dark Gate crater as a node, watching everything that happened in the Dark Gate from the perspective of the sky.

The High Elf Master saw dark green vortices rippling through the ruins of the collapsed Dark Gate, and he saw the rapidly spinning vortex of energy, and the giant portal that had finally taken shape.

This made the forehead of the ** division sweat, he had participated in the orc war, he knew very well what it meant for the dark door to be opened again, but in fact, everyone thought that the dark door could not be opened again, because the key to open the dark door, the treasure called the skull of Gul'dan, was now kept in the hands of the Draenei prophet.

"Either he deceived us, or the creatures of that world have found a new source of energy."

The other mages were also nervously observing the situation on the spot, and they had opened the orb of communication, preparing to send the news of the opening of the Dark Gate back to Dalaran and the Empire.

On the other hand, the soldiers who received the news had begun to assemble in the shrill alarm bells, and the general who commanded the soldiers was no longer Danas. Torbain, but General Lowsendon from the Stormwind Kingdom, is also a battlefield warrior and a sincere paladin.

But just when the soldiers were nervously gathering, a human wearing a purple robe and gray-white hair appeared in the observation perspective of the ** division Sathranan, he carried a staff on his back, and slowly walked out of the swirling dark door, and the next moment, the guy raised his head and seemed to see eyes that did not exist in the sky.

"Buzz"

The division's surveillance perspective suddenly shattered at this moment, but the elf had already seen that person's face clearly...

"Khadgar..."

Sasranan muttered the name, he had lived in Dalaran for decades, and he couldn't have mistaken that face, but those eyes, those silver eyes that shone with a cold light.

All this gave the ** master an ominous premonition, he turned around, snatched the communication orb from the apprentice's hand, and the magic communication frequency of Dalaran was turned on in the next moment, and a line of magic writing words shone above the communication orb, and at the same moment, the dazzling portal light suddenly lit up in the center of the mage outpost in the watchtower.

**Shi Sasranan turned around, and saw the Great Lich with his entourage, Shi Shiran walked out of the halo of the broken portal, and the space anchor lock that had been opened did not stop this raid at all.

Khadgar pointed the staff in his hand to the ground, and the rapidly spreading hoarfrost burst out from under his feet, freezing everything around him in a sweeping manner, and he stared at the elven ** master in front of him with silver eyes, and he whispered:

"The living are really lazy, even after a few years, the parameters of the space anchor have not been modified, don't you know that the parameters of the space array here were all set by me?"

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of the lich's mouth, and six golden runes rippled around his body, and the crazy magic belonging to the Great Lich exploded, and in the next moment, the entire city wall was covered with ice cubes, and those weak mage apprentices were frozen into ice sculptures without even having time to struggle.

"It's time to pay for your negligence and laziness ... Living, you should fight hard for yourself, otherwise..."

"Bang"

A high-ranking mage who tried to escape with teleportation was forcibly cut in half by the teleportation technique that was forcibly cut in half between the archlich's fingers, and in the splattering of blood, Khadgar looked at Sasranan and whispered:

"Otherwise, you'll just fall like a nobody."

At the same time, less than 1,000 meters from the Watchtower, Derlandon, the Lich transformed by Khadgar himself, opened a temporary portal, and in the shaking of the earth, the powerful weapon of war Colossus stepped into the outpost of the Watchtower, behind this monster as huge as a mountain, the Death Lord Irel was manipulating the golden cannon it carried.

"A cheap imitation of Rukma's Breath... It is said to be more than one-third as powerful as the original. ”

The heavily armed Hoof Girl winked at the Draenei Banshee hovering beside her as she placed the polished Episis Crystal Pillar into her magazine:

"I've wanted to try this thing for a long time."

Samaro, the banshee, circled around Irel and the golden cannon for two weeks, and she said in a shrill voice:

"Don't blame me for hitting you, Iriel, this thing isn't as intimidating as the original, and I hate sunlight."

"Click"

The shell above the golden cannon was pushed open, and the glowing Episis crystal coke began to absorb the pale sunlight of the Cursed Lands, Irel shrugged, and the next moment, Samaru's illusory body disappeared into the body of the good sister, and Iriel's left eye also became red as blood, she carefully adjusted her direction, and finally, when the gathered sunlight caused the temperature around her to rise rapidly, she pulled the trigger.

"Boom"

Two rays of scorching light shot out from the gems carved into skeletons of the heavy cannon, like scorching lightsabers out of the sheath, and slammed into the walls of the Watch Fortress with precision, and after the light dissipated, the walls and a tenth of the castle completely collapsed in silent annihilation.

And in the scorching ruins, Khadgar casually picked up the communication orb on the ground, and behind him, the ** master Sathranan fell to the ground with his eyes blank, his body was covered with signs of severe frostbite, and his heart had been pierced by ice.

"Drop"

With a crisp sound, the mana communication was sent, and a few seconds later, Dalaran's communications hub received a message from the Watch Keep.

"Dark Gate, everything is normal."