Draenor was supposed to be a name that had nothing to do with Azeroth, but a door more than twenty years ago, and a war, made the name closely associated with Azeroth.

The acquaintance of the two worlds began with war and plunder, but in the end, they entered the path of mutual adaptation and interdependence, the dark gate was not demolished, on the contrary, after the world war that lasted for 8 days in 26 years, this gate that once symbolized disaster and the land like the end of the world have a new change.

It's starting to flourish again... But it is not based on war, or rather, its prosperity is deformed, it symbolizes the beginning of another war, or rather, a feast.

Fear has set the tables and chairs, sorrow is crying, destruction is dressed in luxury, and death is sitting high in the middle, it is full of ambition, it is about to dance.

The feast of death is about to begin.

"Let's go, this damn weather, it's going to rain here... Bad luck"

A dozen knights on horseback chatted and talked, probably because the terrain was completely destroyed, the weather in the crimson cursed land was very changeable, and there were rumors in the army that it was because too many people died in the war here more than 20 years ago, and those dead souls were unwilling to die underground, and they had been crying sadly, and the rain was their tears.

But this is nonsense, Azeroth is a real undead, and everyone knows that the undead who die in battle are not so capable of calling the wind and rain.

The knights' armor was not neat, but from the posture of the horses, it was clear that they were real veterans of the battlefield, as evidenced by the military insignia they wore on their chests and shoulders.

It was a lion and a sword, the famous Seventh Legion of the Stormwind Kingdom, one of the most warlike armies in the whole of Azeroth, but those who are familiar with the situation know that most of the soldiers of the Seventh Legion are currently scattered on battlefields around the world to guard against the invasion of cunning tribes, and some are in Gilneth to help evacuate refugees and maintain the situation on the battlefield, and now they appear in the southernmost Cursed Lands of the continent, and they must be on a mission.

In fact, it is.

Behind the heavily armed knights were three special iron cages, made of the strongest black iron, which were hunched on carriages, large cages that were usually used to hold ferocious beasts, but now, in those three cages, three people were imprisoned.

And it's not safe to have cages alone, those three people have heavy chains on their wrists and ankles, and these three guys are more ferocious than beasts.

And at the front of this line, the only military fortress in the Land of the Damned, the Watchfort, was already looming under the night sky that streaked through a strange thunder from time to time.

Their destination was certainly not the Watchtower, the Dark Gate at the very center of the Cursed Lands, which was the end of their journey, or rather, the other world behind the Dark Portal, which was their true destination.

Ten minutes later, in front of the gate of the watchtower, the indifferent Watchman Commander General Rosendon personally received these knights, and he took the list of the escorted characters from the hands of the knights at the head, there were only three names on it, but it made the old general frown, and then he wrinkled tightly.

"Hmph, three big troubles!"

The veteran general, who had experienced two orc wars, snorted coldly, walked to the front of the three iron cages, the torches on the walls of the watchfort reflected his face in the shadows, and Rosendon touched his white beard, looked at the three people who were silent in the cage, and suddenly shouted,

"Edwin Van Cleef!"

"Iva Bloodfang!"

"Randolphe Morlock!"

Hearing their names, the three prisoners raised their heads, it was three humans, all dressed in prison uniforms, shaved their hair, frankly, they were not impressive, but the old general, who knew the inside story, knew what kind of characters these three guys were.

It's no wonder that the high-level wants to send so many elite soldiers to escort them, and even if any one of these three people escapes, it will cause monstrous trouble.

"What's the matter? Mr. Rosendon. ”

One of the guys yawned lazily, looked at the expressionless old general with a kind of teasing eyes, and sneered, "What are you looking at me for? Do you want to kill me? Oh, then you have to line up sir, there are countless people in the whole of Stormwind who want to kill me..."

The guy got up from the ground of the cage, clutching the railing with both hands, the chains on his wrists clashing with the railing, making a crisp sound, and the face that, although tired, could see a hint of cruelty, and that disgusting smile.

"But you can't kill me! You've got to send me to Draenor, you've got to let me go with your own hands!hahahaha!"

The guy laughed wildly, "Rosenden, I know you hate me, but so what? I'm about to be free! The first thing I do after I'm free is to kill your son! The traitor who dares to betray me! He's dead! Wait for his body!"

This blatant threat angered the guards behind the old general, and they stepped forward and drew their long swords sharply, but they were stopped by the old general, who had not spoken.

Rosenden looked at Randolphe Modoc who was yelling at him in front of him, the culprit who single-handedly set off the riots in Stormwind City more than 20 years ago, the real scum of a kingdom's nobles, and the leader of the entire dark world of Stormwind City, during that dark era, more than two-thirds of the murders and disappearances in Stormwind City were related to him.

This is an out-and-out villain, and the reason why he was arrested was more because he was betrayed by his subordinates, and that subordinate was the son of General Rosedon in front of him, who had completely withdrawn from the dark world by betraying Randolphe and became a decent noble lord in the Grizzly Province of the distant Northrend continent.

How could Modock, the dark godfather of Stormwind City, not hate it?

But to his surprise, General Rosendon was not angry, not even angry, on the contrary, a smile slowly appeared on his old and unsmiling face, which made Modoc's heart suddenly chill.

"Do you really think you can be free?"

The old general waved his hand, and the guards and knights around him retreated a long way, and then he lowered his voice, and his sharp eyes like harrier eagles crossed the three people in front of him,

"With people like you, scoundrels, rebels and thieves, with the blood of civilians on their hands, do you really think that justice will spare you? Hehe, this year, I've personally sent a lot of scumbags like you to Draenor, everyone wants to be free, they all think they can be free, poor wretch!"

Rosendon breathed a sigh of relief, and he moved his fist,

"Modoc, they all say you're a smart guy, so let me ask you a question, with so many villains who were sent to Draenor, how many do you guess they've really come back free?"

Before Modoc could speak, the mockery on the old general's face became clearer, "Not a single one! You should have been executed in secret, do you know who suggested to His Majesty that you be exiled to Draenor?Do you really think that I will forget what you did to my poor son? Do you think that the entire nobles of Stormwind will forget the dark years you brought to them?"

Lan Duofei's original fierce expression slowly froze, but the old general was not in the mood to talk to a scumbag who was bound to die, he waved his hand with some interest,

"Tsk, that's pathetic... Look at you guys, it's pathetic, maybe it's a good choice to kill yourself as soon as you are sent over, it's hard for people like you to survive the first battle, oh yes. ”

The old general stretched out two fingers meaningfully and pointed at the two prisoners who were traveling with Modok, "Modoc, you'd better be your "cellmate", as far as I know, whether it's Defia or the bloodtooth werewolf, they all have their own forces over there, whether it's Van Cleef or Eva, they may all be overseers in the past, only you poor guy is a low-level "slave". ”

"The mortality rate of slaves is 100%~"

Rosendon turned around and waved his big hand,

"These three guys are too dangerous, send them to the front line of the Dark Gate overnight! Hehe, they'll soon get the "freedom" they want!"

The old general laughed and left the city gate with his guards, while the knights cursed and restarted their way, and at midnight that day, they reached the front line of the Dark Gate.

Originally, there was no so-called "front line" in the Dark Gate, but more than 1 year ago, due to the frequent opening of the Dark Gate, the upper level simply set up a small supply point here, and after the end of the War of the Dead, this small supply point was expanded 10 times in 2 months because it had to supply the entire Night's Watch army through the Dark Gate.

There are representatives and guards from all races and factions of Azeroth, this is a true neutral zone, and any battle that takes place here will be stopped by the major forces, and of course, no one will go crazy enough to fight in the neutral zone of the Dark Gate.

Those who can be stationed here are all real elites!

Of course, in addition to the self-restraint of the soldiers, there is another reason to maintain the peace here, because the demon! The world of Draenor has been attacked by demons, it is not a secret, it happened about 2 months ago, when the 8th War had just ended, and then the news of the demonic invasion of Draenor came.

So during this period of time, a small group of demons will rush out of the dark gate almost every day, although it is not difficult for these elites to deal with some demon remnants, but what really matters is the meaning behind this matter.

The devil is coming!

The devil is here again!

The Battle of Mount Hyjal took place 6 years ago, and the horrors of that war were at least known to the elves and the veterans of Theramore, and now, the demons were only one door away from Azeroth.

In the face of such an opponent, who can care about stirring up strife?

On the other hand, there are more people, there is naturally the basis for commercial existence, there are nearly 6,000 troops stationed on the front line, just to supply the food, clothing, shelter and transportation of these soldiers, it is an astronomical amount, and the supply of elite regiments is even higher, naturally someone can find business opportunities, and the merchants are cowardly, but when there is money to be made, they are the bravest.

So what appeared in front of the three prisoners was a small town as prosperous as Shining Gold Town, and frankly speaking, in a place with a harsh environment like the Cursed Land, such a prosperous town appeared, and the style of painting suddenly changed to make people a little unbearable.

"Someone new?"

The minotaur warrior guarding the gate of the town flicked his tail, looked curiously at the three people who were escorted out of the iron cage by the knights, and couldn't help but whisper to the paladin of Quel'Salas, who was also standing guard,

"Why are there only 3 of them this time?"

The elven paladin held the grass in his mouth, raised his eyes and glanced at the three prisoners with shackles and handcuffs, and snorted,

"Don't you understand this? Look at the chains on their hands, tsk, this time it's probably a ruthless character. ”

"Ruthless character?

The Minotaur Warrior grinned disdainfully, "How many ruthless characters have you gone in this year? How many have you returned? Hmph, a place to eat people. ”

After saying that, the tall warrior like a war fortress was also a little excited, but just as he was shaking his tail and yawning, a rapid horn sound came from the distance behind the town, and the minotaur froze, grabbed the battle axe beside him and rushed into the town, followed by the equally nervous elven paladin.

Modoc, Van Cleef, and Iva Bloodfang, as well as the veterans who were guarding them, did not react, but the next moment, in the eyes of everyone, it was like a dark gate like a green hell gate, and in the dark green starlight, a whirlpool-like storm quickly took shape.

Immediately after, a tall, black-horned, blood-red armor, and two halberds rushed out of the whirlpool in a rage, letting out the first roar of the attack.

Devil, here!