Despite being bathed in eternal darkness, the tall and majestic temple in front of him still gives people an inviolable majesty. Unfortunately, the beautifully manicured flower beds and fountains on both sides of the road have long since been destroyed. Dry clods of earth and crumbling masonry were scattered everywhere, and barely neat clearings were piled with all sorts of supplies and armaments.

As far as the eye could see, the temple was filled with green-skinned orcs with fierce expressions.

Facing these fierce gods and evil spirits as if they were about to swallow their eyes, Lan Luos's expression was still so relaxed, like taking a walk after a meal.

Of course, no orc would like to see an elf wandering around their territory like that.

Walking up the last step, Lanloth's footsteps suddenly hung in the air. The mage slowly looked up, and directly in front of him, a tall figure stepped forward, just in the middle of him and the dark gate.

His long withered hair was braided and hung down on his chest, and his strong upper body undulated like a continuous mountain, accompanied by powerful breathing, and the muscles of his body seemed to be roaring towards the elves.

The armor, which was noticeably much better than that of the average soldier, cast a palpitating cold light in the firelight, especially the irregularly distributed thick spikes on the broad shoulder armor, which would have added several holes to the body if accidentally touched.

Walok Sarufar, affectionately known as King Sarufar by the tribe's soldiers. Legend has spread far and wide throughout the Horde and Alliance, and although he was only an Overseer, he never lost a battle in which he fought.

King Sarufar not only has a high level of military literacy and command ability, but also has one of the best combat effectiveness in the tribe, which is a group of supreme strength.

This can be seen from the Aujin battle axe in his hand, which is comparable to the door panel. The dried blood on it was exuding an invisible and condensed oppression.

"Wallock, it's been a long time. After a moment of silence, Lanlos straightened his back and stared at the other's scarlet eyes without fear.

The big brass bell-like eyes glared hard, and Sarufar's nose expanded, and the metal nose ring decoration was even buzzing with the powerful snort.

The elf in front of him had blocked the tribe's footsteps many times, and he was even the culprit in the murder of the former Great Chief. If Lanlos had defeated Orgrim one-on-one with real material, Sarufar would have no complaints. The problem was that, in his eyes and the rest of the tribe, he was able to defeat Orgrim only because he had done everything he could to defeat Lothar.

The battle axe in his hand clenched and relaxed, and after going back and forth several times, Sarufar finally did not move: "Naozu is waiting for you." ”

Seeing the orc slowly walking to the side, Lanlos seemed to smell the anger that was about to explode through the air, but ......

Looking at the purple crystal in his hand, the elven mage smiled lightly and led Aurelia into the main entrance of the Dark Temple.

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Boom ——!

The high-flying cannonball slammed into the ground, and the terrifying impact detonated the gunpowder inside, and almost instantly, the flames and pressure erupted, instantly blowing up large expanses of earth and rubble. The fragments of the flying splinters tore through the armor and flesh of the orcs like tofu, and even, under the powerful impact, those who were close were directly blown apart, with severed limbs and broken flesh, mixed with blood and thrown into the air.

The thick black smoke slowly dissipated, gradually revealing a tenacious golden glow. After the holy light, Tulayan patted the dust off his body and slowly stood up. At his feet, a muscular body lay quietly in a pool of blood.

The golden greatsword pierced deep into the orc's chest, and the scorching light swam through his veins like a red-hot iron, completely taking his life in a very short time.

Drawing his sword, Tulayan glanced in disgust at the ugly face of the Orc Overseer. In particular, the scar that seemed to cut open the door of the face, against the hot blood of his own mixed mud, was like a loach struggling in the mud.

Tulayan took a deep breath and raised aloft the golden greatsword, which stood so dazzling in the dim sky. I don't know if it's an illusion, but the hurricane surging in the artillery fire has accelerated.

Airplanes~!

The golden light spread in a ring, and every time it touched a son of Lothar, it bloomed brilliantly. For a moment, it was as if countless stars were shining under the night sky.

"For the Alliance!"

The shouts of countless people gathered together, twisted into a rope, and rushed straight into the sky, completely covering the sound of artillery fire in the sky.

Compared to the two of Lanlos, the path of the Sons of Lothar is simply not an inch. Most of the tribes have already gathered their power in this land, and these murderous greenskins have taken all of Azeroth's defeat out on them. From the moment they entered the land, the blood of the Sons of Lothar merged into a long river of scarlet, which flowed along the pilgrimage path towards the gates of the Dark Temple.

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"The forces of the coalition have broken through the defenses of the village of Ampoli. In the dimly lit hall, a figure who was thinner than everyone around him slowly stepped forward and spoke to the orc in the center of the crowd.

Soon, the orc raised his head, revealing the face of the skull.

"I see. Naozu nodded, and then slowly walked forward with the dark staff in his hand.

In the dimly lit hall, only a faint beam of light casts from the translucent central dome, barely illuminating the central area, contrasting with the surrounding darkness.

At the edge of the dim light, Aurelia held a pile of strangely shaped materials, frowning lightly at the mage who was crouching on the ground.

The solution mixed with something unknown took on an eerie brownish-green hue in the dim light, and as Lanloth smeared it on the ground little by little, a large, intricate circular model of spells began to complete beneath his feet.

"What are you doing?" Finally, Aurelia couldn't help but speak, "Aren't you quite good at teleportation spells, is it necessary to be so troublesome?"

Lanlos was stunned for a moment, and showed a bitter smile: "Silly girl, are you thinking of me as a perpetual motion machine or a nuclear power plant?"

Glancing at the other party, Aurelia pouted unhappily: "I don't care about you, don't you want to stay in this place forever?"

"It's coming, it's coming. Applying the last bit of solution to the center of the circle, Lanlos shook his hand and stood up, "Look, isn't that what it is?"

"I don't see anything special...... I didn't notice anything abnormal, and Aurelia, who was already tired of staying in this kind of place, obviously had a small emotion.

"Girl, watch my brother perform a magic trick for you. Lanros smiled wickedly and took out a sparkling purple crystal from his bosom. Staring at the Eye of Dalaran, which seemed to contain everything in the world, Lanlos seemed to see the endless starry sky.

Airplanes!

As the mage carefully placed the Eye of Dalaran in the center of the circle, a visible ripple of air suddenly started with a crystal and quickly spread throughout the hall.

A blast was heard, and endless arcane energy converged around Lanloth into a solidifying purple hurricane. With this influx of energy, the circle carved on the floor also reacted immediately.

The solution, which showed no signs of drying up, was like gasoline, and it ignited an emerald flame almost instantly. As the flames of chaos grew stronger, the aura of destruction solidified as if it were about to tear everything to shreds.

"Aurelia. Standing in the middle of the flames of chaos, Lanloth's green face was particularly serious, "Draenor's magical energy is extremely thin, and it will take a long time to gather enough energy to open the interstellar portal. ”

"During this time, I'll leave it to you. ”

"Don't worry. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and Aurelia's eyes lost the tenderness and firmness that they had not seen for a long time, and returned to her face again, "I'm here." ”

As soon as the words fell, the big chief with a skull face came to the two of them: "It is worthy of the person who was chosen." ”

"Elf, this is what you need. Naozu handed over the staff in his hand.

The bat-like black wings at the top were rumored to have been torn alive from the back of a powerful Nasrezm. In addition, the demon's vertical pupils in the center of the wings that kept looking around, the vivid appearance made people tremble.

The Staff of Sargeras, an artifact that tears through reality, is the tip of the iceberg of Sargeras' powerful power in the mortal world.

Lanloth didn't even look at the strange-looking Naozu, he took the staff and held it high, Lanloth's gaze and the vertical pupil looked at each other. In a trance, his mind seemed to sound with the painful wails of countless lives and the world.

Boom!

I saw that the spell suddenly clubbed the staff on the ground, and with a vibration spread far away along the floor under my feet, the rolling thunder slowly approached from the sky. It was as if the sky had collapsed.

In an instant, the flames of chaos became more and more ferocious, and the torrent of destructive energy sent out a heart-stopping howl in the dark temple.

In the distance, Khadgar, who was urging the Son of Lothar to clean up the battlefield, suddenly frowned and looked into the distance. Almost at the same time, an emerald green beam of light erupted from the distant land, piercing the night sky, instantly tearing apart the long-standing darkness of Shadowmoon Valley.