The banishment of Kilgardan was not the end of the battle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because at this moment, Draenor has entered the countdown to destruction.

Kil'Gardan banished Naozu in a fit of rage, and the subsequent fraudsters had to use violence to exacerbate the spatial turmoil in order to enter this world, when no one was presiding over the summoning circle, artificially giving Draenor a spatial gravity to "suck" himself into this world.

Unexpectedly, Kil'Gardan's final vicious revenge gave Lothar a chance to turn the tables, and he was also hit by the hammer of Kazgros, and was helplessly banished from this world.

Although there was no Kilgardan, the gravitational pull of Draenor did not dissipate, but caused the violent energy of the warped void to pour in rapidly.

"Let's go!"

Khadgar attempts to teleport with Drunken Wind and Malrad, but the raging spatial flow makes it difficult for Khadgar, whose mana is on the verge of depletion, to cast spells.

"Aura of piety!"

At the critical moment, Marrad opened his aura of piety, and Khadgar reluctantly teleported out of the Dark Temple.

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After all the expeditionary forces had boarded the Storm Fortress, the massive ship set off for the Dark Portal, heading north to the eastern part of the Tanaan Jungle.

Sitting inside the Storm Fortress, Drunken Wind breathed a sigh of relief—even if the Dark Gate couldn't get through, it would be a big deal to make a trip to the astral plane, and he would always be able to return to Azeroth.

I don't know how long, drunken wind fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he found that he was already lying on the bed.

"Awake?" Seeing that the drunken wind woke up, Onexia beside the bed handed over a piece of bread, "No, take a bite, go cook for me when you're done." ”

Drunken Wind: "......"

A charcoal-grilled whole lamb made Onexia go back to rest satisfied.

Drunken Wind came to the hall. It was probably late at night, and the hall was so empty that even Naru wasn't in his place.

Standing in the halls of the Storm Fortress, Drunken Wind looked through the bright crystal window and looked at Draenor outside, which was falling apart, and felt a lot of emotion.

Countless mountains are rapidly retreating, the last time I arrived on the Hair Dragon, these places were also dilapidated, but still alive, but now it seems that at least the Shadowmoon Valley and the Tanaan Jungle will no longer have normal animals from now on - the remaining animals will either die from this explosion or be corrupted by various energies.

Drunken Wind thought that with his own joining, this expedition would be a smooth journey, but he didn't expect to experience so much at all.

The sudden departure of one familiar face after another forced the drunken wind, who was accustomed to smooth sailing, to carefully examine what he had done.

Perhaps because of the smooth past operations in Pandaria, Drunken Wind finally realizes that he is a bit of a slight enemy - the demons are not those who only know how to use brute force, nor are they the mantis demons who are at odds with the council and the queen, nor are they only cunning and clever centaurs.

These demons who have destroyed the worlds are incalculable in strength and number.

"The next time we meet, we won't have to sacrifice so much."

While the drunken wind was muttering to himself, Khadgar stepped out.

"Hey, Drunken Wind, are you okay?" Khadgar's voice was hoarse.

"Alright, at least survived—but you, do you still have the strength to close the dark door?" Drunken Wind patted Khadgar on the shoulder, "I always feel like your little body is going to fall apart." ”

"No, I'm young again." Khadgar tried to puff up his chest, but couldn't help but start coughing violently, "Okay, there's something wrong. ”

"When will you be in front of the Dark Gate?"

"I asked Veron, and he said it would be ...... in the morning. It was strange, I couldn't understand his language, but these thoughts came to my mind. Speaking of Veron, Khadgar showed curiosity as a mage, "To be honest, I really hope to find a chance to study the Narus, well~ Unfortunately, it seems impossible. ”

"I remember your words!" Drunken Wind raised an eyebrow at Khadgar, "If any Naru goes missing one day, you're the number one suspect." ”

The next day, the expeditionary coalition finally reached the Dark Gate.

Standing in front of this huge dark door, the soldiers of the expeditionary force from Draenor felt like a world away.

A month ago, the soldiers stepped on the corpses of orcs and comrades-in-arms and came to Draenor through this gate.

Over the course of the next month, after a lot of hard fighting, the orcs were punished, the demons were defeated and banished, and the most revered commander of all, Sir Lothar, gave his life.

Khadgar took Guldan's skull, resisted the onslaught of the evil spirits within, and began to cast a spell.

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Meanwhile, in Azeroth, the orcs of the Cursed Lands have held out.

Without supplies, without reinforcements, we can't break through the human blockade.

The orcs were hungry and bone-lining, and what was even more terrifying was that the power of the demonic blood they drank was gradually declining, which made them weak and lacking fighting spirit - if it weren't for the human unwillingness to pay casualties and directly attack the orc camp, I am afraid that most of the orc warriors would have become captives at this time.

Just as Khadgar cast a spell to close the Dark Portal on Draenor's side, on Azeroth's side, Gromash Hellroar finally waited for the Dark Gate to change.

He excitedly raised the blood roar in his hand, and the loud voice woke up every orc in the barracks who had fallen into a deep sleep due to weakness.

"Get up, lads! Naozu has finally sent a signal! We can go home! ”

Amidst the cheers of all the orcs, Gromash took out the amulet that Neozu had given him as he was leaving.

"Remember, when the dark door has black ripples, it means that the gate is about to be reopened, and at that time it means that I have everything ready, you force under the dark door and break this amulet, so that you can be located by me, and then we can teleport to another world together."

Gromash remembered Neozu's advice and walked over to the Dark Gate and smashed the amulet to pieces.

"Boom!"

Unfortunately, this amulet is not a spatially located thing, but a shadow bomb......

Neozu had made up his mind from the beginning and abandoned the Warsong Clan. He took advantage of Grommash's pride and importance of warrior honor to trick him into guarding the dark gates for himself.

In Naozu's plan, once the Dark Gate was closed by himself in Draenor, the Grommash in Azeroth would shatter the Shadow Bomb, and then the Dark Gate would close on Azeroth's side - no one would be able to find him.

The plan is plump, and the reality is skinny.

Looking at the crumbling Dark Gate, Gromash of Azeroth and Khadgar of Draenor, all stupid.