Hellfire Peninsula, this is a hell within a hell, a desert within a desert, ruthlessness is synonymous here, cruelty is the explanation here. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Gul'dan blocked the elements of Draenor, attracting demonic attacks and causing the world to shatter, this place once called the Nataan Jungle, all life was killed, half of the earth was torn apart, and it disappeared in the twisted void, and half of it was barely connected to Draenor, but unfortunately, on this half, there was only poisonous gas, poisonous water and disgusting air, and a frenzied storm of magical energy blew up here, tearing apart any life that dared to enter here.

It's like the real end of the world, even more cruel than the end of the world.

At the very front of the Hellfire Peninsula, the wide road known as the Path of Glory, which is said to have been built by the Orcs when they invaded Azeroth, is now occupied by the Shattered Hand Clan, one of the leaders of the invasion of Azeroth, the patriarch of the Broken Hand Clan, and the former hero of the Orcs, Kargas Bladefist, leads his own twisted orcs reinfused with evil blood to garrison the Hellfire Fortress at the end of the Path of Glory, guarding the desolate land for his new master, Illidan, King of the Outlands。

In the past years, the Glory Fort in the northeast of the Hellfire Fortress has always been the biggest enemy of the Broken Hand Clan, those human and dwarf alliances who volunteered to follow the five heroes into the shattered world of Draenor, those veterans of a hundred battles, are the most elite warriors in the Second Orc War, they are even crazier than the orcs.

Despite the outnumbering inferiority, Kargas was outnumbered in every encounter, but this situation was improved after Illidan brought them fresh demonic blood, and the orcs of the Shattered Hand Clan thought they could take revenge, but the chief demanded that they not attack the Alliance warriors of Glory.

No one dared to disobey Calgas's orders, so Fort Glory had a peaceful time.

Danas looked at the black-clad warlock in front of him, his wolf-like eyes were full of suspicion, for Danas, who had spent time on the battlefield since childhood, his body would always have the blood of the "Troll Slayer" family flowing, although he was middle-aged, he could still wield a heavy axe and easily kill those provocative orcs.

Never relentless.

It stands to reason that such a hard-core military style would be difficult to accept a warlock entangled with demons entering his fortress, and he is a fellow of unknown origin, but Danas is not a stubborn eater, especially if this warlock brings a rare rest time to his tired soldiers.

But today, this guy is here again, and he brings a piece of news that Danas can't believe.

"What did you say?"

The old general's white eyebrows were raised, and the scars on his face also jumped, making him look extremely hideous, like a tiger ready to hunt at any time.

"Are you going to open the door of darkness? Are you crazy? Or did I hear it wrong? Do you know how much we paid to close it?"

There were three people in the command room, next to Danas and the Warlock, and a young High Elf sitting there in charge of recording, he had a standard High Elf face, long supple golden hair draped over his shoulders, and his demeanor was outstanding, but the eyes were very similar to human pupils.

This is the son of General Tulayan and Lady Aurelia, Arator the Redeemer, a paladin, a young but skilled warrior.

Hearing Danas's unceremonious questioning, the warlock smiled, he raised his head, revealing that emaciated pale face, in the depths of those eyes, there was a green light that could not be concealed, he wore a hood, like the embodiment of secret, he looked at Danas, took out a letter from his arms, and placed it on Danas's table, his fingers lightly touched it.

"You have never asked me for my identity since I came to Fort Glory, and I am grateful for your "trust", General, but today is the day of our farewell, open the door of darkness, I'm sorry, I'm not asking for your opinion, but informing you, get ready, it's time for you to go home!"

Danas's eyes narrowed, murderous, strong murderous aura surging in the command room, but the black-robed warlock didn't care, he grinned, propped his arms on the table, approached Danas, and whispered,

"Her Majesty Kariya Minahir, Queen of Lordaeron, Her Majesty Kurtirasdalin Proudmoor, Her Majesty Varian Ureon of the Stormwind Kingdom, and Mr. Dick, Grand Duke of Theramore, these great men have asked me to greet you, General Danas, your battlefield is not here, at least not now!"

Danas frowned, he didn't open the letter on the table, he didn't care about the warlock's disrespect, instead, he asked in a low voice,

"So, you're representing the Alliance? So, they've been following us all these years? ”

said that he was honored, but there was no expression of honor on the old general's face, obviously, he didn't seem to have much affection for the top level of the alliance.

And his question made the warlock laugh dumbly,

"No, no, no... You are mistaken, General, I do not belong to the Union, in fact, I am now serving Illidan ... Yes, King of the Outlands. ”

The wise man didn't need to say much to understand what he meant, and the old general blinked his eyes knowingly, signaling that he could go, and the warlock stood up, but did not leave immediately, but looked at the high elf who had been staring at him,

"And you, poor Aratol, Miss Sylvanas, and Miss Winlessa are concerned about your news, so you'd better not disappoint your elders, especially if they've already lost a loved one. ”

The Warlock pulled up his hood and strolled out of the command room, Arator still in the shock of the words, and Danas had already taken out his pipe, and read the letter as he calmed his emotions with the smoke, and after reading it, he leaned back in his chair, rested his head on the backrest, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

There was a suffocating silence, and after a few minutes, Danas's voice came,

"Aratol, get the soldiers ready, we... Let's go home!"

"General, the opening of the Dark Gate may make the crazed orcs of the Shattered Hand Clan..."

"It's an order!"

Danas shouted, more like venting, but when he calmed down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Arator,

"Sorry, kid, but this is a secret that you can't know for the time being, go ahead, pass on the order, we will have a lot of companions, although it is bad to run away without a fight, but it is an exciting thing to be able to go home. ”

Danas turned out the window and looked at the barren red land,

"I've seen enough of this damn place, this damn landscape... Let's go home. ”

On the other side, Khadgar and the other refugees who escaped through the back door of Shattrath in the night were sitting on completely different mounts, speeding along the difficult mountain path of the Taikaro Forest towards the Hellfire Peninsula, which was enough for tens of thousands of people to bite an army of the Broken, this was not a show, the refugees at the end, as long as they couldn't dodge, they would be hit by the magic cannonballs fired by the Brokenmen, or slashed to the ground by the Breaker assassins scurrying through the crowd.

"Oh my God, it's like hunting a herd of wild deer, we're slaughtering. ”

Khadgar couldn't bear to hear the screams and screams coming from behind, and Kudran, who was standing beside him, turned his head to not look at the tragedy behind him.

It's not like acting at all, the broken, they take pleasure in killing refugees! Like the orcs who invaded his homeland in Khadgar's memory, even more cruel than those orcs.

But the mage knows that he can't take the initiative to stop those pursuers, this is the most cruel, just like Isana said, they are all chess pieces, once they are recognized, no one can afford it, and even from this aspect, the slashing of the breakers only makes the drama more real.

But it's cruel!

Khadgar felt that he couldn't watch this happen, he waved his staff in his hand, looking for something that could help the refugees, and when the large army crossed the back of the red hill, all the magic that Khadgar had accumulated poured out, and a crazy writhing blue ** magic storm hit the top of the hill, causing the most peak rock to slide madly off the mountain wall.

The Shattered Strikers, who couldn't dodge, were crushed by the rocks that fell from the sky on their way to escape, and the angry blow caused the refugees to scream, thinking it was the magic shot by the pursuers, and Khadgar tried to help them, only to almost cause a brutal stampede.

"Do you know how many people you will kill when you are in the limelight?"

Five minutes later, Isana stood in front of Khadgar and said in a tone of stern and disappointed tone, "Do you know how much we sacrificed for this transfer? You think the refugees who were left behind are innocent? You don't know anything!

The mage looked at Isana in amazement,

"You're saying they're... They are..."

"They are moles who have a connection with the devil, and on weekdays, keeping them can paralyze the demon, but now, in this case, it is risky to keep them, and you almost ruined it all. ”

Isana's tail flicked, and she turned away with her staff,

"Pray that we all reach your world safely, mage. ”

Khadgar knew that he had done bad things with good intentions, but he had done everything, and it was useless to regret it, not to mention, to be able to become a powerful mage, Khadgar's will itself was also very firm, he was just annoyed for a while, and then he was going to start again, in front, the red earth of the Hellfire Peninsula was already in sight, and the Dark Gate, the tall black stone gate that had been closed, like an iconic building, stood at the end of this world.

That would be the end of their escape.

But the moment Khadgar turned, two black shadows stood in his way, the two demon hunters, the two fellows who had come to Shattrath as Illidan's envoys.

"What are you going to do?"

Khadgar clenched his staff, and even though the two guys had proven that they weren't enemies, the mage didn't think they were here to chat from their current state.

"Hey, Khadgar, archmage from Azeroth, a man of genius, and an apprentice to Medivan. ”

The Sindore Demon Hunter in front of the mage moved his fist, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, we won't kill you, but you have to feel some pain." ”

"A big man asked for it personally. ”

The Night Elf Demon Hunter behind Khadgar also strode up, neither of them using weapons, and he whispered as he walked,

"The big man asked us to ask you a question... Do you repent of what you did to Mr. Medivan?"

Archmage Khadgar's eyes widened suddenly, and the next moment, a fist full of magic patterns and covered with green evil energy enlarged in front of his eyes, with the wisdom of a mage, he disappeared in place with the flash technique the next moment, but as soon as he appeared, he was smashed through the magic shield by another fist, and then there was pain, and the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

Khadgar hadn't fought in such a rude fight in years, but that didn't mean he was afraid, after all, he was a veteran who had survived the battlefield, he moved his mouth, his blood-soaked teeth collided, and then his staff swung, and two arcane elementals appeared, and they pounced with him on the two guys who were pushing over.

Three black shadows were on the edge of this twisted void, no weapons, only fists, brutally fighting together.

It's a weaving of memories of the past and hatred of the present, and it's Khadgar's farewell to a tragic past.