Hellfire Peninsula, Fort Glory.

Twelve years ago, in an effort to solve the orc threat once and for all, the Alliance Expeditionary Force made its way through the Dark Gate to the Orc homeland, where they had once and for all crushed the remnants of the Horde.

However, in the final battle, the soldiers of the expeditionary force had to close the Dark Gate from this end in order to prevent the planet from ripping through Azeroth, and they have been scattered ever since.

However, the Horde is not the last enemy.

It wasn't long before the Burning Legion realized that the shattered Draenor had been transformed into the most strategically valuable teleportation hub in the infinite expanse due to Neozu's madness, and sent a large army to fight for control of the Outlands.

The survivors of the Alliance Expeditionary Force continue to fight and hold firmly on the line between Fort Glory on the Hellfire Peninsula and the Brute Hammer Fortress in Shadowmoon Valley, so that the forces under the command of Abyss Lord Matherridon will not have a chance to occupy the Dark Gate and reopen the passage to Azeroth......

It's been 11 years now.

A half-elf boy sat on the city wall, holding a sacred deed that recorded many sacred spells in his arms, but he didn't bother to read it, just stared at the spatial energy bands that danced in the sky like streamers.

The young man was very handsome, dressed in a modest clerical robe, and looked a little thin.

It's just that the soul behind his eyes seems to have a maturity that doesn't want to match his age, and a lingering sadness.

It made him look melancholy.

Half-elf......

In a broad sense, it refers to the hybrid offspring of humans and elves.

However, in the context of the lingua franca of mankind, this term only refers to the hybrid of humans and high elves. Because with the exception of the well-informed mages of Dalaran, almost no one knew of the existence of the Night Elves.

No one has ever heard of a story of a human being and a Night Elf who married and gave birth to offspring.

In fact, even a half-elf hybrid of a human and a High Elf is quite incredible. In the eyes of ordinary people, the High Elves are a legendary race, living in a paradise of birds and flowers, with thousands of years of long life, worry-free food and clothing, will not be troubled by illness, has always been arrogant, and will never look at humans with the right eyes.

In the minds of ordinary people—those who come from aristocratic families, or who don't have to worry about making a living, and prefer to consult historical texts—there is only one half-elf in history.

That was Allodi of Dalaran.

Legend has it that he was a very powerful mage, who grew up in an orphanage in Dalaran and eventually grew into a generation of masters, who made great achievements in the field of frost magic, the branch of frost magic that shaped energy, and whose research and writings profoundly influenced the development of Dalaran's magic, which can be described as a legend that advanced an era.

However, few people know that Alodi's other identity is that he is also the first guardian of the Council of Tirisfa.

It's no wonder that no one else knows of the existence of the Council of Tirisfar, except for the Kenrito Council, which rules Dalaran, and a very small number of individuals with sufficient status.

Because of its rarity, it is destined that the half-elf will become an individual caused by the gaze of the crowd whenever and wherever it goes, and will be looked at sideways wherever it goes.

However, the soldiers patrolling the castle tower were all used to this half-elf boy.

Because he is the second of the founders of the Alliance Expeditionary Force and the Sons of Lothar, the son of the first paladin of the human race, Tulayan and Aurelia Windranger of Quel'Salas, Aratol.

In the past few days, they could often see Arator sitting on the ground on the wall with the best view of the city wall after finishing a day's lessons, holding the holy deed, and staring in the direction of the dark gate.

Maybe it's missing my parents, or maybe I'm thinking about what other people's hometown of Azeroth is like.

When it comes to the couple Tulayan and Aurelia, there is nothing but admiration from top to bottom of the Alliance Expeditionary Force. But the two were separated in the massive explosion that destroyed the entire planet twelve years ago.

Perhaps at first, people can still delude themselves into thinking that they are simply missing.

Maybe after a while, he will appear outside the gate of Glory Fort in embarrassment, saying that he was thrown to the end of the world by the spatial turbulence, and then smile bitterly and hug his brothers and sisters who were born and died together.

But now, a full twelve years later, no one can deceive themselves with such a statement.

Everyone knows that they can't come back.

And as he grew older, little Aratol, who was always by the side of the Cadda, slowly understood this truth.

A child with a tragic fate.

……

Footsteps rang out, and Khadgar appeared on the stairs.

The soldiers stood up and saluted, and they always had a lot of respect for the mage. It was the mage who had been deprived of his youth by the dark magic of the last Guardian, who had seen the Burning Legion's intentions for countless days and nights, helping the expeditionary force to anticipate the enemy's opportunities and defuse the danger.

He is now an indispensable part of the Iron Triangle of the Expeditionary Force.

Danas Thorbain, Kudran Brute Hammer and him.

Khadgar nodded to the soldiers, and soon found Arator sitting against a box of arrows, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Aratol, didn't you go to class today?" He called softly, and walked over to the half-elf boy and sat down, "Aunt Mona told me. ”

"Uncle Khadgar, didn't you patrol today?"

Arator shot back without looking back, and sat there with his knees crossed, looking like he was not close to anyone or acquaintance, as if he didn't want to separate himself from Khadgar.

Khadgar smiled, not caring about the temper of a child who was at the most rebellious age of his life, and said gently, "In your eyes, I have to be in work forever?" I'm old. ”

"You're just looking older." Arator flipped through the deed and pretended to pay attention to it.

Khadgar touched his cheek, "I think so from time to time. But in fact, I was only twenty-two years old when I was deprived of my youth, and now a full eighteen years have passed. So as you can see, I'm actually a middle-aged man in my forties......"

Arator didn't reply, as if he was seriously studying the sacred spells recorded above.

Khadgar said earnestly, "Listen, Arator, you haven't been to class for days, either locking yourself in your room or sitting on the walls in a daze. I need to know what's wrong with you. ”

Arator did not speak.

Khadgar just quietly watched his old friend's son.

From time to time, the sound of reading can be heard on the city walls, mixed with the shouts of the soldiers during training.

The milky voice is milky, but it is uniform, and it is a different color in this land full of death and pain.

That's from the nursing home.

In addition to those veterans who were disabled in the battle and could only spend the rest of their lives under meticulous care, they were the children born in the Alliance Expeditionary Force in the past ten years.

The children stay in a nursing home until they are twelve years old, after which they are reviewed for talent and decide whether to learn magic in a mage exchange group led by Khadgar, or enter the Expeditionary Force Reserve to receive military training to ensure they will survive on the land.

As for why it is necessary to go to such a time to do such a thing in an environment where even survival is a problem......

Actually, there is no other reason.

This can make the soldiers feel that they are living, even if there is little hope.

After a while, Khadgar slightly grabbed Aratore's thin shoulder with one hand and said softly, "You know, you can tell me anything, just like before, we're still friends, right?" ”

"I dreamed of my mom and dad." Arator closed the Sacred Covenant, pursed his lips slightly, and said briefly.

Khadgar was stunned for a moment, and then sighed deeply.

His two old friends had been ...... long before the boy could remember

In short, this child doesn't even know what his parents look like. The impression of my parents is only in the stories told by others.

Although Khadgar had always had a strong premonition that his old friends were not dead, but continued to fight a never-ending battle against an enemy that threatened Azeroth's survival somewhere in the universe.

But......

This is just a reason to dilute your thoughts in the dead of night. Not only was he unable to convey this so-called "intuition of a mage who had repeatedly fled death" to anyone who missed Tulayan and Aurelia, nor could he bring this unrealistic hope to a child who was still grieving the loss of his parents.

"Actually, I often dream of them, of the days when we fought together......"

Khadgar was a little apprehensive in his heart, Arator was old after all, and he was already ...... this year Hmm, thirteen or fourteen...... He wasn't sure if the previous methods would work.

But as soon as he started talking, he was interrupted by Arator.

"It's not your average dream. For three days, repeating the same dream over and over again. The half-elf boy pursed his lips and said.

Khadgar frowned.

As a mage, and one of the more knowledgeable among mages—in fact, Khadgar knew he was too modest. When it comes to knowledge, he is far superior to most mages - he knows a thing or two about dreams.

For ordinary people, dreams are the embodiment of the subconscious. But for anyone who is beginning to harness the figurative energy of the power of the Primordial Power, whether it's a divine spell practitioner, a mage, or even an orc shaman he's studied deeply lately, dreams have an element worth excavating.

Unfortunately, Arator began to learn the way of holy light not long ago, and the progress is rapid, except for the lack of martial arts cultivation, all other aspects are already comparable to ordinary trainee priests or trainee paladins.

For three days, repeat the same dream......

What does this mean?

"Child, what did you dream about? I'm referring to the specifics. ”

"I saw my parents fighting alongside a group of allies with holy radiance and Ereda's demonic hoofs and feet in a wasteland dripping with the rotten fluid of evil energy. My parents' comrades-in-arms, by any angle, looked like Ereda. ”

Thanks to Khadgar's teachings, Arator was knowledgeable and precise enough to phrase.

Khadgar's brow furrowed even deeper when he heard this.

Those so-called comrades-in-arms......

Could it be ......

Draenei, right?

As a person who has been studying the customs of the former planet Draenor for more than ten years, Khadgar is certainly aware of the existence of Delaney.

Even several expeditions into remote lands have led to the discovery of makeshift camps for the Draenei before their migration.

Based on some orc accounts that have been successfully deciphered from the text, as well as discoveries found in numerous Draenei ruins, the Draenei appear to be an alien race, not native to Draenor humanoids.

More than twenty years ago, the elder orc shaman, Naozu, who had been bewitched by demons, persuaded the clans to form a tribe and wage war against the Draenei, destroying their cities one after another, mercilessly slaughtering their innocent civilians, and forcing them to flee into the deep mountains and forests.

As a matter of fact......

Khadgar has repeatedly formed search teams to search for the Draenei in the deep mountains and forests along the Zangar Marshes to the Nagrand Prairie.

For nothing else.

It is the hope that the benefits and disadvantages will be clarified to them, so that the Delanees will understand that they and the Alliance Expeditionary Force can actually be mutually beneficial and symbiotic. After all, the enemies on both sides are the Burning Legion, and once the Burning Legion defeats the Alliance Expeditionary Force and completely controls the world, then no matter where they hide, they will no longer get the slightest peace.

Escape is never a problem.

But the search party has not been able to complete this mission, even if they have brought a magical search device that Khadgar has made himself.

All kinds of evidence show that this race not only has the same origin as the human race, but its level of magic is far superior to that of humans and high elves.

Based on the magical relics unearthed in the ruins of Draenei cities such as Shattrath, Khadgar has every reason to believe that the race's knowledge of magic is several generations ahead of Dalaran.

The gap between the two is like the difference between humans who did not know arcane magic in the Age of Ignorance and the High Elves who received the glorious arcane magic of the ancient Night Elves.

If Arator dreamed of it, it was really them......

Then this dream is really worth playing.

"Anything else?" Khadgar asked.

"No, I only dream about it every time...... And the dream dissipated. But before it dissipated, I seemed to see a cloud of holy light, forming a strange shape, as if the light had taken on a physical form, like a model of a spell that you often write in your magic books. Yes, a geometric figure. And I heard a gentle voice, calling a name, as if it was...... Be...... Oryx? ”

Khadgar was completely stunned when he heard the words "Holy Light Entity" and "Geometry".

"You know what that is, right?" Arator asked with hope in his eyes, noticing Khadgar's expression.

Khadgar came back to his senses, looked at the child, who had been happy for a long time about any news about his parents, and was not prepared to hide anything, and said frankly, "I can't confirm it, but you seem to have dreamed of a rather pure creature. It won't be long before this rare tranquility is about to be shattered. ”

As he spoke, he looked in a southeastern direction.

There is the direction of the Carabo temple of the Draenei. But now, it has been turned into a base camp in the Outlands by the Burning Legion, and has a new name, the Dark Temple.

Why did Khadgar say that......

Because he dreamed of that creature too.

To be exact, a pure beings of the Light who call themselves "Naruadal".

In the dream, Adar told him that the Burning Legion had launched a new assault on Azeroth. Due to the setbacks in the early stage, the Mathridon Department in the Outlands is bound to attack the Dark Gate, in order to open this portal to Azeroth again, and use the Outlands as a springboard to send the terrible army into that world.

Adar will summon the Draenei to stand with the Alliance Expeditionary Force to fend off the Burning Legion, the teleportation hub of the Outlands, Azeroth, and the Universe.