The dust of the ground floated from the ground under the impetus of the gradually crumbling magical energy, which was a normal manifestation of the giant teleportation spell, but when a heavy rock floated, Kanressad realized that he really underestimated the portal. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At the moment when the last green magic pattern lit up, the two eyes of the carved stone serpent on the railing at the top of the Dark Gate, with its mouth open to reveal sharp teeth and snake letters, also turned dark green, making it look like a giant serpent coiled around the Dark Gate.

It gives this black gate mixed with dark green light a touch of daunting atmosphere.

The Dark Gate came to life, it was like a sky-swallowing beast lying on the top of the Hellfire Peninsula, it began to breathe, the huge magic could awaken some energy in Kanressad's body, but the warlock pressed it down with a strong will, he looked back, and saw that the last orc warrior with the orc child had returned, he took out a rune stone containing the spatial coordinates of Azeroth from his arms, walked into the surging storm of magical energy, and threw it towards the inside of the empty dark door。

There was nothing in it, like a gate that had been opened, but at the moment when the rune stone touched the plane of the gate, dark green light points appeared in the air, and then continued to rotate, forming a green vortex, constantly expanding, and finally expanding rapidly, and soon in the 30-meter-tall door frame, a dark green light curtain was formed, which was mixed with a little starlight, which looked like a strange beauty.

Standing in front of this giant light curtain, like a mouse standing next to an elephant, it would be intimidating to look at it, and Kanressad stood in front of the green starlight gate, turned sideways, and made a gesture of "please" to the mother of Goa.

The old grandmother smiled and nodded to him, and then hurried to step forward with her cane, but was stopped by Garrosh who hurried in.

"Grandmother, let's go, it may be dangerous!"

Standing beside him, Dranos Sarufar and Jorin Deatheye also took Goa's arm, they wouldn't let the grandmother who raised them take the risk, and they sat back and enjoyed it.

This is the most shameful act!

"Get out of the way, Garrosh, and you, Dranoth, Yorin, let me go!"

Mother Goa raised her voice,

"I'm not old enough to walk with you!"

The moment the old man's voice sounded, the young orc immediately let go of her arm, but Garrosh still stubbornly stood in front of her, like a grumpy child,

"No, grandmother, it's too dangerous! I'm going to go with you! I can protect you!"

Mother Geya didn't even look at him, this stubborn and brave child was one of the people she valued the most, but he was still a little reckless, every time he went out hunting, he would make Mother Goya unable to let go.

"Garrosh, you belong to the future, I can't consume your future so extravagantly, just let me, an old bone who has lived for a long time, help you explore the last way, do you want to disobey my words?"

Garrosh didn't advance or retreat, but the Goya Mother patted her hand on his tall shoulder, and the old man walked slowly into the green light curtain that fluctuated like water waves, more than ten years ago, the Goya Mother saw off her son Durotan here, and now, she walked along the path that her son had walked back then, in a chaotic and bizarre colored passage, very slowly, but very steadily.

As if reminiscing about the past, those gorgeous scenery did not attract the attention of the Sect Mother of Goa at all, and for a moment, or a long time, when she felt her breath flow again, she saw another dark red land, at this moment, the Mother of Goa almost thought that her teleportation had failed, but the next moment, she saw the orc standing on the strongest side of the crowd.

He was a green-skinned, tall orc, dressed in black worn-out armor, carrying a stone warhammer on his back, and his entire body was wrapped in awe-inspiring elemental powers.

His armor is Orgrimmar's, Goa's mother still remembers when Orgrimmar was young, wearing that armor to fight, his war hammer is the black hand, it is the hammer of destruction, the heirloom of the black hand, and his face, in a trance, Goa's mother seems to see the brave and fearless son in her memory.

"Durotan!"

Goa's grandmother's cane fell to the ground in shock, and the teleportation made the old man a little weak, and she seemed to be about to fall, but the next moment, a red shadow appeared beside her and helped her up.

"Old lady, it's a pleasure to see you again!"

That voice made the grandmother of Goya a little stunned, she turned her head, and when she saw the familiar face, she couldn't help but shed tears,

"You're... You're Sarufar, the Elementals are above, Varok, my child, you're alive, it's great... It's, it's really, it's great!"

And Thrall also felt the blood in his body, and the moment he saw this old man, he beat deeply, and the wise chief of the orcs couldn't move until Sarufar waved his hand at him,

"Come here, Sal, and meet your grandmother... Your true loved ones. ”

The Great Chief lowered his head, stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, and then strode up to the Mother of Goa, his voice trembling, and finally, he patted his chest and said loudly,

"Grandmother... I am... Sal, I..."

"No, kid!"

The tearful grandmother of Goya held Sal's hand tightly, she interrupted Sal's self-introduction, she looked at her grandson gently, reached out and touched his face, just like she had said goodbye to Durotan back then,

"Your name is not Sal, your name is Gouyle, that's a noble name, child... This is the greatest gift the elemental spirit has given me, and it is wonderful that I have seen you again when I am about to return to my ancestors... That's great. ”

On the other side, Garrosh gritted his teeth and walked into the curtain of light, then Dranoth, then Jorin, and the orcs strode up to the high platform, just like their predecessors more than ten years ago, with a sense of apprehension, but full of anticipation for a new life, into the green curtain of light.

The Dark Gate was wide enough to accommodate 30 orcs at once, so in less than 30 minutes, the last orc walked into the curtain of light after the orcs picked up speed.

Kanressad looked at the time, raised his hand with one hand, and waved it downward, and the warlocks immediately broke the link of energy and waited for the next wave of refugees to arrive.

But when Garrosh stepped out of the light curtain, he saw the unharmed Mother of Goa, and the green-skinned orc standing beside Mother Goa, a powerful fellow, but before he could speak, Dranoth and Yorin behind him squeezed him a step forward.

Then they heard the trembling voice of the Mother of Goa,

"By the way, Sarufar, come and meet your son, Dranoth, I have been afraid to tell him your whereabouts, because I don't know if you are still alive, and we have not heard of you until the human warrior arrives in Nagrand. Dranoth, what are you doing there, come and meet your father!"

Old Sarufar and little Sarufar were a little at a loss, although they had already gotten the news about their son from Dick, but this was indeed the first time they had met, and in the face of any opponent, the overlord of Sarufar would not take even one step back, and there was a rare trace of apprehension at this moment, but when little Sarufar walked to him with his head down, he frowned and looked at his son, and couldn't help shouting,

"Straighten your body, don't forget your last name!"

This scolding made little Sarufar subconsciously raise his head immediately, and then he saw the pendant on Sarufar's neck, the bone pendant of the quaint Thunder King clan, he couldn't help but reach out and take out the identical pendant on his neck, and then felt a hug from his father to him, and the warmth with a hint of trembling voice.

"Welcome home, my son! ”

At the same time as this touching scene of relatives meeting relatives from two worlds, in the northernmost part of the Eastern Continent, in the northern frontier, a place that had just settled down after a long period of chaos, in Stratholme, a city that was still well preserved, enlarged and renovated, a glorious ceremony had just begun.

In the early hours of the morning, despite the darkness of the night, the city of Stratholme, which had been renovated from the inside out, was still very lively, and the citizens of their homeland who had just returned from the hills of Hillsbrad, from the Arathi Heights, and even from Fort Ironforge and Stormwind were dressed in their best clothes and crowded into the central square of Stratholme City in the cold night of the northern frontier to congratulate and cheer for the upcoming coronation.

In this era of focusing on blood inheritance, as long as there is still a trace of blood in the royal family, the country is still not extinct, Lordaeron in the most dangerous time, only one East Daron Mill and the overseas territory of Theramore, two-thirds of the entire country has fallen, but the eldest princess of Kaliya stood up at this time, called on the people to preserve the fire of Lordaeron, and continued to support the rebellion in the northern frontier.

Five years after the outbreak of the plague of the undead, the plague of the undead in northern Xinjiang has finally been basically eliminated, and at present, only the Tirisfa region still has a large number of undead, and the rest of the land has been cleared.

For this reason alone, the coronation of the eldest princess of Kalia as the queen is something that everyone is looking forward to, in fact, the status of this queen majesty in the hearts of the people of New Lordaeron has already reached an unimaginable level, and can even be side by side with the first king Terenus, and even faintly exceed a point.

There are even people who shouted the name of "Lordaeron Zhongxing".

Today is the day when Lordaeron is re-established, or rather, the day when Princess Kalia is crowned queen.

The brightly clad knights stood guard on both sides of the street, and the luxurious red wool carpet was laid on the ground, which was one of the gifts from the royal family of the Stormwind Kingdom to Queen Kalia, in the aristocratic circle, the intimacy between King Varian and Queen Kalia was not a secret, but it was not the intimacy of love, but more akin to family affection.

King Varian has said more than once that Queen Kalia is his most beloved sister, and after Arthas's accident, Kalia has paid more than enough attention to her only relative, as can be seen from her own teaching Anduin etiquette.

Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Stormwind, at least while the two kings were still in power, were definitely the most indestructible alliances.

When the first light of day appeared, a majestic trumpet sounded, and the whole boiling city fell silent, and then the chants fluttered, and the knights of the Silver Hand on their horses stepped into the city through the main gate of Stratholme, led by Tirio Fording and Alessandro Mograini, two old knights who made the way for Her Majesty and represented the attitude of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The paladins entered the city against the backdrop of the newborn morning sun, which was not bright, but it made people feel the light of hope shining on them, as if they were clothed in a cloak of light.

Behind the two paladin leaders are Erigor, Darian, Tyran, Bridget and other new generation of paladin leaders, all of whom are wearing silver ceremonial armor, holding a riding wall wrapped around the Lordaeron emblem in their hands, wearing a red cape, and all the leather armor of the war horses under their crotch, which looks extremely powerful.

The 128-strong Order of Knights stood by Her Majesty's carriage in two parts, front and rear, which was shocking enough, but when Queen Kalia's carriage drove into the city, everyone couldn't help but cheer and marvel.

The eight horses of the Nala cart are not ordinary horses, but the Queldore horses with white horns on their heads, in many myths and legends, this kind of war horse is called a unicorn, a real mythical creature, but in fact, this is a fine breed of war horse bred for the royal family by the Quel'Thalas Sunchaser Dynasty, and the High Elves had planned to use this horse to train their own cavalry, imitating the heavy cavalry of humans.

But it's a pity that these high elves who pursue perfection finally came up with a very ornamental, endurance and impact horse, which is very ornamental, and at the same time has a very strong endurance and impact, but it is a pity that there are a rare number of war horses.

This time the queen was crowned, and His Majesty Kael'thas gave 8 horses to Queen Kalia, the gift was not expensive, but it was also a reflection of Quel'Salas's attitude.

The elves don't want a hostile nation outside their borders, and Quel'Thalas and Lordaeron have a good traditional relationship, so this time, Kael'thas will also be in attendance, and the charcoal in the snow is already there, wouldn't it be better to have another icing on the cake?

And when the dawn really came, Queen Kalia's carriage officially entered Stratholme, and at this moment, the whole city came to life, people cheered, and the fanatical lads even climbed to the roof, and several people pulled the banner of "Long live Queen Kalia", and waved the banner wildly in the cheers of the crowd.

It's like... It's like the first real dawn on this conservative and devastated earth.

The dawn that rises from all hearts.

It's not bright, but it contains hope for the future.