It is only when one slowly ages that one realizes how quickly time passes.

At this time, he will feel that life is so small and time is so precious.

Dressed in a magic robe, he slowly passed through the huge light curtain in front of him, and next to the green light curtain, two statues stood tall, like ancient demons standing there, one year, two years, three years, forever, forever!

Surrounded by young, immature faces, dressed in violet mage robes, they were so young, full of vitality, and a pair of eyes full of hope for the future, which made him feel that he was old.

In the past, although his long snow-white hair fluttered with the breeze and his face was full of wrinkles, his heart was still extremely young and full of vitality, but now, this qiē has dissipated, and he is really old.

He is no longer young, even if he is only about forty years old this year.

As soon as he waved his hand, one mage after another followed his gesture, excitement appeared on their faces, and their eyes were full of longing, never thinking that they would be able to come back after crossing the portal and going to another world this time.

This scene made him so familiar,

More than ten years ago, he also led a group of energetic young men to that world together.

"It's a pleasure to see you and my friend again," just as he was thinking and falling into the memories of the past, a heavy hug woke him up.

A burly man in heavy plate armor stretched out his thick arms and hugged him tightly.

"Danas, you're still the same. Such vulgarity. He stretched out his arm. Pushing the person outward, but this qiē was all in vain, and these arms, like steel bars, firmly locked him.

"Khadgar, you haven't changed, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you're still so mean." The majestic man, instead of being angry, laughed loudly, slammed his thin body on his back, and struck him a few times on the back.

cough cough cough, the mage's fragile physique made him extremely uncomfortable, the light on his body flashed, he flickered, but he had already appeared three meters away.

"Honorable Khadgar, Mage?"

"The marshal has just sent someone to urge you. Hurry up to the Alliance Expeditionary Force camp," a thin man with eagle-like scars and lines on his face, dressed in leather armor, stepped forward, bowed politely to Danas and Khadgar, and then said urgingly.

"Danas I still have something to do, when I meet the marshal, we'll talk in the evening?" Khadgar straightened his mage robes.

The mage robe on his body left a fold, which made him frown slightly, his lips squirmed slightly, and strange syllables came out of his mouth, and a fluctuation of the magic element faintly appeared.

Soon the folds were smoothed out, and he smiled heartily.

He and Danas are two extremes, he was born as a commoner and paid more attention to etiquette, while Danas, who has the noble blood of Asora, paid less attention to these.

"No, I'm leaving,"

"After more than ten years away from my hometown, I very much hope to see that familiar scene,"

"The emerald green sturdy trees, the snow-white goats, and the home I want to see the most," said Danas, sad, his head a little squealing.

He is not a bard, although his knowledge is good, but he still can't do it directly, but in the simplest language, he describes his nostalgia for his hometown.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, and the few people standing beside Danas had excited expressions in their eyes, looking at the huge light curtain in front of them one by one, and their expressions were extremely hot.

"Khadgar, do I need your help?" Danas adjusted his mood quickly,

"No problem," he replied, incomparably crisp and very fast, a sentence that came straight out of his mouth without thinking about it.

"Thank you," said Danas, feeling happy, for his friend, who continued to support him as before, did not care what the hell was going on.

"To help you, you are helping me," Khadgar smiled, and the melancholy look that had just subsided a lot, and he looked much younger.

Although he has the appearance of a seventy-year-old, he is only forty years old after all.

Khadgar's eyes were extremely keen, he saw the one beside him, his face was flushed, and he said directly to Danas; "I'm going to the Alliance Expeditionary Force camp, you give me an address, and I'll go to you in person later,"

Danas glanced at the man standing beside Khadgar, and he groaned for a moment, and spoke directly; "Valley of Refuge,"

"We'll go back directly using the portal next, and I'll talk about being there, reorganizing the army, and retaking Riptide Castle!" Danas's expression was extremely appreciative, and he swung his fist heavily with confidence.

"Take back Riptide Castle!" Several people beside him shouted in unison.

Their voices are deep and vibrate.

The dull and roaring thunder reached their ears, heralding a bad weather coming.

Khadgar nodded, and said calmly; "I'll get the aid of Dalaran for you,"

After saying that, he didn't hesitate, reached out from the guard beside him, took the reins, and he turned over and rode on top of the golden figure.

It's a griffin, it's young, it's robust, it's full of energy.

Those sharp eyes, and sharp claws.

All indicate that it is not just a griffin, but also a battle griffin.

As Khadgar tugged on the reins, the griffons slowly spread their wings, and with a flick of their wings, they soared into the sky.

Soaring in the sky, the griffons did not fly high, they were more than twenty meters above the ground, flying fast.

Two camps in the distance, facing each other.

They stand on both sides, bounded by a central road, and they become corners, watching over each other, but they are also rivals, competing with each other, and guarding against each other.

Looking at the blue flag hanging high, he was overjoyed, and the red, like blood flag, instinctively disgusted him.

"A bunch of beasts that only know how to kill," he said with a look of displeasure in a deep voice that he could only hear.

The wind kept blowing, making his mage's robe constantly shake in the wind.

Arriving at the camp of the expeditionary force, he dismounted the griffon, and walked towards the interior of the camp. (To be continued......) R1292