[What a pathetic guy]

When Aurelia was sent away, Kael'thas couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he looked at the dejected Tulayan.

But the guilt didn't last a few seconds, and Kael'thas picked himself up again.

He didn't care what the human paladin thought, Aurelia had to belong to the High Elves, she was so good, so good that she would never be allowed to become a person of other races.

In the wetlands, the Hammer Dwarves were still working on their work in an orderly manner, and the tunnels were gradually being completed.

All the people in the alliance began to nervously prepare.

Whether it is life or death depends entirely on this action.

However, the heavens' favor for the alliance still did not stop, and at this time, in the distant ocean, Guldan and the others reached their destination.

The orc warlock spent days casting a great dark spell, and when it was done, the sea shook and an archipelago rose from the bottom of the sea.

"Haha, found it!"

"This is it."

Gul'dan stood on the deck, looking with joy and greed at the rising islands.

Although they are not yet close, they can already see the majestic ruins of these islands, and the beauty and elegance of the buildings clearly tell others that this is a remnant of the ancient Night Elf culture.

This Night Elf is not a Night Elf who is now controlled by a 'Druid', but an ancient Night Elf controlled by an upper elf.

As a result, there are clearly traces of magic on these ruins, and even after 10,000 years, many of the buildings are still in perfect condition.

"I've heard about the most powerful race from 10,000 years ago."

Gul'dan looked at the islands and laughed:

"I didn't expect the tomb of Sargeras to be sealed here."

He ordered all the ships to dock and land on the island.

At this time, Darkan also gradually sneaked out of the ship and landed on the island alone.

"That's our history."

He touched an ancient city wall with fiery eyes, and could feel the powerful magic remaining inside:

"It's so powerful."

In that era with the Well of Eternity, what kind of glorious life did the ancestors of the High Elves live?

Darkan was full of expectant illusions, but his illusions were quickly shattered.

Because no matter how brilliant it is, that era will be destroyed after all.

The Well of Eternity attracted demons, and then an explosion occurred, destroying not only the splendor of the elves, but also the entire world shattered and split into continents.

Darkan felt that those ancestors were so stupid that they wanted to give the Well of Eternity to the demons.

If that queen could try to master the magic of the Well of Eternity herself, how could all this happen?

"I wouldn't make the same mistake. 】

After the Well of Eternity is gone, there is now a Well of the Sun

Darkan thought to himself, at least he had no intention of handing over the power of the Well of the Sun to anyone else.

He continued to hide in the shadows, watching as Gul'dan led the orcs and ogres on a quest for the tomb of Sargeras.

The islands are also unexpectedly home to some enemies, some of which are from the ocean (such as the Fishmen), but the Naga are not seen yet.

Gul'dan's team slaughtered the enemies as they nervously searched for the entrance to the tomb.

It took them three days to finally find the entrance.

Without hesitation, Gul'dan led people to prepare to enter.

However, at this time, Orgrim came after him with a large army of orcs.

"Destroy these betrayers!"

He gave the order, and then led his team to vent his tyrannical anger on the betrayal orcs and ogres.

"You guys go to the back and block it!"

Gul'dan was taken aback, he left tens of thousands of ogres to fend off Orgrim, but he did not hesitate to break into the tomb of Sargeras with some of his elite men.

The Tomb of Sargeras is inside a sprawling Elven building, an eerie place. The long passage was full of heavy stone gates and round doors. Sometimes, after stepping on a platform, the round door rolls to the side.

Apparently, the Cadores were fond of cylindrical shapes, and the tombs were everywhere; Some are still intact, while many have collapsed or been damaged. There are also pinnacle towers, fountains, seahorse statues, arches, corals, shells, torches, braziers, chests, barrels, and fallen rocks. Seaweed adorns the surface of all sorts of things. In some places the ground is intact: tan stones and bricks. In some places, the ground has been crumbled, while others have been submerged in mud and seawater.

Moreover, there are also many enemies, unknown and mysterious creatures.

Luckily, most of these creatures were uncivilized, and Gul'dan led a team that was good enough to deal with these enemies.

After their hours-long journey, Gul'dan felt a strong pulsation.

The pulsation of power

"This is it, this is it!!"

Guldan trembled and came to a huge stone gate and said excitedly.

He could feel the powerful power behind the stone gate, far more powerful than him.

[This power belongs to me!] 】

Thinking like this, Gul'dan slowly put his hand on the stone door, slowly increasing his strength.

[Do you want to stop him?] 】

In the shadows, Darkan rejoiced in the mysterious and powerful force, and he wondered if he should break through now.

But in the end he chose to act more cautiously - to continue to observe Gul'dan.

Gul'dan laughed and opened the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey"

However, the laughter that followed was not that of this orc warlock.

After opening the door, a powerful wave of dark power erupted from inside, making everyone unable to move, and Gul'dan opened his eyes wide as he watched the endless black figure fill his field of vision.

It was a demon, an innumerable number of demons.

In just an instant, these demons rushed out and tore Gul'dan to pieces.

Without even screaming, the orc warlock died.

Only the head of a skeleton remained on the ground

Darkan who was hiding in the shadows broke out in a cold sweat, he was not discovered by the demons, but he was also frightened half to death by the power of the moment just now.

What kind of power is that? 】

Darkan was terrified, and he quietly stepped back.

But suddenly he saw Guldan's only remaining head, and his eyes widened.

He noticed that there was a powerful force coming from the skull.

When Gul'dan died, his power seemed to merge with the power he had just had, and it was evident that it was in his skull.

Thus Gul'dan died, but his skull remained.

Darkan's mind raced, he looked at the closed door, and then made up his mind.

[Take it!] 】

Darkan didn't dare to snatch the innermost thing, but he could take the head.

This is an artifact with immense power

Darkan waited for a day, and when he was sure he was okay, he revealed himself and picked up Gul'dan's head.

"This Power"

When it was actually in hand, the power was even greater than Darkan had imagined.

"It's strong, isn't it?"

However, another strange voice rang out.

At this voice, Darkan felt chills all over his body

"Look what I've found, a High Elf!"

The sound seemed to ring in his ears, and then Darkan felt a pair of huge hands grasp him, and he collapsed, and the world began to go into a trance.

His body fell silently, and he died inexplicably with his eyes open

Gul'dan's head was still in his hand, and after that, an orc warlock who had not died struggled to pick it up and leave the tomb of Sargeras.

The bones of this High Elf mage are slowly drying here.

Another burning flame was extinguished in Quel'Thalas.

This time, Anastarian just looked coldly at the extinguished flame and said:

"Planning, you can stop."

Darkan died, and another High Elf saint-level mage disappeared, but there was not the slightest heartache on the face of His Majesty the King.

He turned his eyes to the splendid palace and closed them.

"No bones yet"

The calm and indifferent voice proclaimed, and every elf in the palace nodded slightly.

However, this change from the sea, if it didn't hurt Quel'Salas's bones, completely gave the tribe hope away.

When the powerful force erupted from the ocean, the orcs of the entire continent sensed the change, and their furious blood began to decrease.

The power from the demons, after accepting this change, has been reduced for some reason.

All the orcs began to weaken and panic.

"It's over."

Many orc leaders sensed the decrease in strength and thought so.

They didn't understand why, and thought it was some collective curse cast by the Alliance.

"We're going back to Draenor!"

At this time, the chief of the Warsong Clan, Grom, who was in charge of defending against Lockdanmo, said this to his clan.

"But the chief, the Great Chief hasn't come back yet."

His clan members told Grom.

"It's still defensible!"

"Our hope is no longer here, we should go to Draenor for help immediately."

However, Grom sensed the change in the tide of battle, and he insisted on returning to the orc's homeland to ask for support.

He believes that he alone cannot change the tide of the war, and that only the powerful orc shaman in his homeland can save this crisis.

Indeed, the clan he leads may not be enough to change the tide of battle, but at least it will buy the tribe more time.

But Grom didn't anticipate what a huge attack the Alliance would launch during the time he returned.

On the day the powerful orc left, Danmoro's tunnel was finally opened.

The offensive of the coalition was launched.

(To be continued)