"I'm an idiot!" Khadgar shouted, interrupting Arelia's report. "They're not failing, they're just retreating! They've found all the fetishes they need, and now they're going back to Draenor! All these attacks are just feints, and now they've done it to divert our attention!"

Jaz Soul Breaker looked up at him, glowing eyes filled with shock and panic. The Death Knight jerked to his feet, snapping the sturdy ropes that bound his hands, feet, and chest. Fear gave him miraculous strength from somewhere within his body, and Jaz dodged Khadgar's Psychic Spear and raised his shield to fend off the ** master's attempts to regain control of him.

"You won't interfere with us!" Jaz roared as he jumped over Khadgar and strangled the mage's throat with his chainmailed hands. "You can't thwart our fate!"

The Death Knight began to squeeze with both hands. Khadgar gasped for breath and tried to push the creature away, but he was already starting to feel dizzy. The edges of Khadgar's vision began to dim, and various colors flashed before his eyes. He couldn't push those hands away, and he couldn't think of a single spell.

Suddenly, between the various colors that swirled wildly in front of Khadgar's eyes, a pure white light flashed. It stung Khadgar's eyes, but it also gave him a rush of warmth and peace, a little at odds with the sharp pain of the hands that were squeezing his trachea. Khadgar thought briefly, did he ∫ that he was already dead, maybe he just didn't notice it.

The light expanded, then faded again. The hands wrapped around Khadgar's throat suddenly stopped putting any pressure on the mage. Khadgar shook and blinked. I was still dizzy from the white light. At the same time as coughing. He was still gasping for air. Try to refill your lungs with air.

"Are you alright?" Tulayan asked. He helped Khadgar to his feet, his hands still glowing faintly. Khadgar looked down and saw that his purple robes were covered in dust, all left by Jaz Soulbreaker. He looked at Tulayan, once again shocked by the strength of the young general. Tulayan studied his gaze and smiled uneasily. Khadgar grabbed Tulayan's arm and said, "Thank you. ”

"It's the Light, not me. Tulayan speaks with the same humility as ever.

"Okay. Your abominable light killed him so quickly. Arelia grumbled. Even Khadgar was amazed at the viciousness in her voice. "We could have asked him about the vans I saw. ”

"Van?" Khadgar asked. "Explain. ”

Arelia turned to Khadgar, and it was clear that she felt it would be easier to talk to the mage than to Tulayan. "I saw some orcs pass through the Dark Portal. The black dragon accompanied them. They had a few wagons with them, all of which were heavily covered. They brought something back into their own world. ”

"They're here for the fetishes, not for the souvenirs. Khadgar muttered. "What do they want those trucks for?"

Arelia shrugged and said, "I don't know, I thought you knew." By the way, I received a secret message from Lin Yue. ”

"What did he say?" Khadgar asked.

"He told us to do whatever we wanted, just stop the orcs appropriately, and not fight them. He'll contact us again when he's figured it out. The secret report mentions that he is now following the orc convoy. ”

"That's the only good news, but I thought we knew all the truth. Khadgar patted his robe in disgust. Then he looked at the crowd. "We're going to have a big task ahead of us. We need to send an expeditionary force to Draenor. We need to find Naozu and kill him before he opens another portal. We need to reclaim the artifacts, especially the Book of Medivan and the Skull of Gul'dan, and destroy the Dark Gate. ”

Tulayan nodded, quickly made a gesture to call a scout, and quickly said, "Bring a message to the kings of the Alliance." The tribe is ......"

A dark shadow swept past the sun, and Tulayan stopped. He raised his hand to protect his eyes from the sun's sting. Tulayan looked up, then began to laugh. The shadows scattered into winged figures, which spun and flew towards the crowd. These figures are not as slender as dragons, they are wider and stronger, and smaller in comparison. They are covered in brown fur and their feathers are white and gold.

"Which gust of wind brought you here?" Tulayan and Khadgar laughed together. Kudran Brutehammer, leader of the Brute Hammer dwarves, shook his head, and he sat on the back of his griffon, looking a little embarrassed.

"Yin wind. The dwarf admitted, letting his wings descend to the ground. The gigantic beast landed gracefully, letting out a crow-like cry. Before the dwarf jumped, it flapped its wings one last time. Despite the tension right now, Khadgar couldn't help but laugh. It's nice to meet Kudran.

"You couldn't have come at a better time. The ** division stepped forward, shook the dwarf's hands, and shook them enthusiastically. "We need to do our best to deliver a message. ”

"As soon as you give the order, my boys and I will disperse the greenskins. We'll message you. He waved his hand like the other Hammer Dwarves, and they hurried over, intently awaiting orders.

"We need to talk to a few leaders. Tulayan said, hiding his smile. Khadgar wondered if Tulayan knew it, and if he needed to, he could have looked very strict. "Tell them: the orcs are retreating towards Draenor, but they have found a way to open portals to other worlds. ”

The dwarves' eyes widened, but they didn't bother Tulayan. "They also took some goods, and it was clear that these things were important to them, even though we didn't know what they were. Tulayan continued. "We plan to pass through the Dark Portal, pursue them, and prevent them from opening new portals. We want to do our best to do that. ”

"Are you really sure you want to do this, young man?" Kudran asked in a low voice. Tulayan nodded. Although everyone knew that they had to complete the qiē that Tulayan had said, they remained silent about the harsh reality.

"Now, let's go. Tulayan said. "So the griffons will have dinner to eat. The dwarves nodded, saluted Tulayan, boarded their griffons, and soared into the air. Tulayan turned to his friends.

"Now," he said melancholy, "we have to get ready to leave our world." ”