The soldiers were ready, and they marched slowly so that their horses and armor would not make too loud noises against the hard red stone. Climbing over the slope in front of you, the ground suddenly descended to form a deep canyon, and in the middle of the canyon, a huge stone gate stood up.

The height of forty or fifty meters is daunting, and the dim whirlpool in the middle seems to be able to suck the soul of a living person into it. A chaotic and distorted aura continued to leak from the inside and outside, ravaging everything around it.

Looking at the hordes of green-skinned orcs below, Khadgar couldn't help but take a deep breath.

When I first came here with Lothar, although it was not full of greenery and life, the damp earth and green shrubs showed the breath of life. What is it like now? barren land, hideous canyon landforms. Not to mention life, even death is not willing to stay here.

There is only destruction here.

"Attack!" When the time came, Tulayan raised his broken sword, and the golden light was like the sun rising from the ground, not only recasting the missing blade, but also tearing the dim and oppressive sky.

The Alliance soldiers charged, almost stepping on the orc's head and rushing down the canyon.

This is simply a feast of hatred, a massacre. Most of the Tribe's backbones returned to Draenor through the Dark Gate, and most of the people who remained here were the old, weak, sick and disabled. In the face of the Alliance's massive surprise attack, they had little to fight back.

Lanlos grabbed the reins and soothed the chocobo, whose heart was visibly beating faster under his crotch, and walked slowly and leisurely. The plain expression was like a passerby, a passerby.

A bloodied orc, wielding a battle axe, stumbled in front of him, its frantic scarlet eyes momentarily stunned for a moment at the sight of the mage who was out of place around him. Then, without saying anything, he roared angrily and picked up his weapon.

Shout!

The galloping arrow pierced his brow, and his sturdy body fell heavily, kicking up a cloud of red smoke that was so insignificant compared to the battlefield.

Lanros didn't even look at him, his eyes were always on the door filled with chaotic energy, and as the distance between the two sides drew closer, his eyes gradually fluctuated slightly.

Soon, the big footed of the chocobo stopped in front of the steps, and despite Lanlos's gestures, the trembling mount was still reluctant to take even half a step forward.

It was as if there was not a door in front of it, but a tiger with its bloody mouth wide open, and a hungry dragon.

Lanlos shrugged his shoulders indifferently, rolled over and jumped down, patting the chocobo on the back very casually. The latter let out a long howl of relief, raised his petite wings, and quickly moved his legs, and rushed into the dust-drenched battlefield in a very comical manner.

Looking at the chocobo that had disappeared into the dust like a stone sinking into the sea, a trace of pity and a trace of exhaustion appeared in Lanlos's eyes. Countless people and creatures of different origins are staggered and distributed in this vast and chaotic battlefield, and in front of this cold machine that mercilessly harvests blood and hatred, everything seems so small and not worth mentioning.

He was a little tired of it, but soon, that composure disappeared without a trace, and the rich self-deprecation and bitterness quickly spread on his face.

Looking up at the sky, he seemed to see the reflection of this canyon through the dark clouds. In the center of that endless chaos and carnage, it was himself.

All he wanted was to stay out of the mire of chaos and be content. But the world is like a whirlpool, no matter where he is, no matter where he flees, he will always be pulled to the center of chaos by an irresistible force.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility?

Hmph, bullshit.

The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, and it is just asking for hardship.

In the shouts of killing that filled the ears, the urging voices that struggled to penetrate the gunpowder smoke resounded again and again.

Lanlos didn't respond, turned around, and walked up the steps with a slow pace, shaking his tired and rickety figure.

Arriving in the clearing in front of the Dark Gate, Lanros carefully examined the hideous brownish-green fissures beneath his feet, as if he saw the figure of the demon warlock who had done everything he could. What's even more creepy is that the warlock's back is slowly overlapping with the current him.

For this scene, which I don't know whether it was an illusion or a conjecture, Lan Luos still maintained an indifferent look, neither on his face nor in his heart, there was not the slightest wave. Perhaps, in a sense, this is not an illusion?

Slowly unblocking his cloak and holding his arms up with loose cuffs at his sides, Ranros looked up, his eyes completely covered in the reflection of the dark door. The twisting whirlpool, the countless stars disappearing in the endless darkness, constantly venting the despair that makes people feel terrified.

Scold!

The swaying emerald green fire reflected on his face, setting off the originally handsome face extremely strangely.

The chaotic mana soared, and the energy of ominous and destructive energy swirled downward through his arms, sliding over his legs and creeping into the rift beneath his feet. In an instant, the manic magic of chaos howled and filled all the rifts, and the emerald green fire of evil energy burst into flames, and the terrifying and powerful aura of destruction flooded the entire canyon like a tide.

The abundant energy continued to build up and expand around him, and before he reached the pinnacle of his mastery ability, Lanlos pushed his hands forward.

I saw two distorted maroon beams of light shoot out from left to right, with a terrifying power that seemed to tear through space, and slammed into the humanoid sculptures on both sides of the dark door.

Rumble——!

Rolling thunder exploded beneath the sky, and a glowing green glow spread across the portal frame like a plague, spreading countless tiny fissures across it in the blink of an eye. As Lanloth let out a low sip and stepped forward, the abusive energy burst into a roar, pouring into the vortex of the center.

The roar became even louder, and the deafening sound filled everyone's hearts with unease.

As if in response to their concerns, Lanloth's expression suddenly froze, and obvious horror flashed in his eyes.

"No!"

"Lanloth!"

In the exclamation of the alliance soldiers, the twisted vortex suddenly exploded.

The endless dark storm engulfed the Dark Gate in an instant, engulfing the rotten land around it, and even more engulfing the little mage who seemed so weak in front of this force.

"No!"

Noticing this sudden and terrible scene, Aurelia was shocked, and her trembling little mouth opened subconsciously, but before she could make a sound, the girl's terrible scream almost tore her eardrums.

Resisting the pain that almost penetrated her brain, she struggled to open her eyes, only to see a scene that caused her pupils to contract violently.

The slender blue-haired girl didn't know where the strength came from, and jumped directly from the back of the chocobo, and the speed was so fast that it broke away from the rear troops in a blink of an eye. But before the orcs on the front line could rush to attack her, a blue light flashed, followed by a deafening roar that seemed to shake even the heavens and the earth.

That huge body, that hard scales, that's, dragon?!

As if sensing something, the mage turned his head and looked at the dark storm that obscured all the senses behind him, and fell silently into deep thought. Even though he couldn't see it, he could still faintly hear the sadness and pain in the dragon's roar.

Under the reflection of the evil fire in his hand, which was the only light source in this place, Lan Luos's face slowly appeared with emotion and apology. Soon, however, the movement of the portal in front of him interrupted his thoughts.

As the vortex protruded, a green figure with a bloody bandage wrapped around his chest quickly became clear in Lanloth's sight. Familiar skin tones, familiar bundles of hair.

Grom looked at the face that was deeply embedded in his mind, and anger uncontrollably welled up on his face.

Yes, although it was difficult, but he, suppressed.

Bite!

The crisp sound caught Lanlos's attention, and he saw a pitch-black fractured spike tossed to his feet by Grom as if he were cathartic.

After a slight pause, Lanros didn't say anything, just nodded silently. Then, with a flick of his finger, a long-handled object jumped straight out of the space bag.

The staff?Elunis had been put away as a brooch by him a long time ago, and what could it be that he took out of the space bag?

In the dim green firelight, the writhing hideous eyeballs and the pair of pitch-black flesh wings gave the answer.

"Naozu will need it. Lanloth spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, like a traveler who had been thirsty in the desert for days. This scene, combined with the swaying ominous light, and the constant howling of the dark storm around him, seemed so strange and suffocating.

Grom didn't respond, took a step forward, stared at each other with those scarlet eyes for a few seconds, then roughly took the powerful staff of destruction, turned around without delay, and disappeared into the portal.

Lanlos clearly saw the last look that Hell Roar left on him when he left, and he could understand his disdain and disdain, but after all, he was still a little disappointed?

It's funny.

Under the green firelight, the corners of Lan Luos's mouth slightly hooked arc, cold to the extreme.

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The blue dragon continued to wave her arms and wings, and under her strong power, the orcs who stood in the way and were proud of their brute strength were thrown away, and there was no enemy at all. However, instead of paying attention to the ants, she rushed eagerly towards the howling black storm.

Although she seemed to have subconsciously forgotten the fact that she could fly because of her impatience, relying on her strength and speed, she quickly crossed most of the battlefield and came to the edge of the storm.

The anxious emotions were overflowing, and the blue dragon didn't think about it, and opened its mouth angrily, and the rich arcane energy gathered in it at an extremely fast speed.

Almost at the same time as the magic light shone brightly, the storm contracted so fast that it was too fast to react, and finally disappeared. Gone with it was the twisted vortex of darkness.

In front of him, there was only an empty gate full of green cracks, and in front of the door, the black-robed wizard with a pale face and fell to the ground.

Without much thought, the blue dragon pounced forward, turned into a human form and knelt aside, carefully hugged the wizard, and his slender fingers trembled towards the tip of his nose. She let out a long sigh of relief as a warm and moist sensation crept up her fingertips.