The parlors of ∝ Lookout are one of the few rooms in the castle that have been completed. Please read this book to 800 (NT)】... At this moment, Khadgar was standing inside. He wanted to stand on the walls and help the defenders resist the horde's onslaught, but Tulayan convinced him that the mage should rest and eat something now. "It doesn't matter if you're a ** teacher or not, if you fall down from hunger or exhaustion, you're just going to cause us trouble. "That sounds like a good idea, so Khadgar allowed himself to come here and take a break. Someone put a bowl of stew down in front of him, and Khadgar had to dispose of it as if he were on a mission.

He only remembered so much, and now he thought he must be asleep. He was dreaming, a bittersweet dream, because Khadgar was still young in the dream.

Khadgar's shaved face looked neat. He looked up at the starry sky and let the moonlight baptize him. His shiny black hair was ruffled by the night breeze, revealing the only trace of white hair. He lifted his hands, marveling at how young and powerful they were, not speckled and slightly distorted. He walked the streets of Lordaeron like a giant, miles with each step, while his head brushed lightly against the clouds. Even though it was night, Khadgar didn't hesitate to walk forward, his feet knowing his destination. He found himself heading towards Dalaran, and had just one step crossed Lake Lordamere and stood outside the City of Mages. Even though it was late at night, there was a room in Violet Castle that was lit up, and Khadgar focused his mind on that room. He began to float upwards, getting smaller as he approached the room. By the time his feet stepped on the terrace, he had regained his original size. The door to the room was wide open. Gauze curtains are hung on it to keep mosquitoes out. But this tulle could not block the soft moonlight. Khadgar gently brushed it away. Walked in.

"Welcome, Khadgar. Come, come to me. Khadgar wasn't very surprised when he saw Antonidas, this was the room of the leader of Kenrito. Khadgar sat down in a chair, and Antonidas handed him a glass of wine. To Khadgar's amusement, although Antonidas' long beard was just beginning to turn brown and gray, he looked a little older now—usually. Because of Khadgar's snow-white beard, many strangers would think that he was the older generation of mages, despite the real fact that Antonidas outlived Khadgar by decades.

"Thank you," Khadgar said quietly, pointing to his young face and muscular, slender body after the two of them took a sip at the same time. "For this. ”

Antonidas looked a little uncomfortable, "I tried to make it as comfortable as possible. ”

"I miss that feeling, the feeling of being young. But I was powerless - someone had to stop Medivan - and most of the time I didn't mind. But sometimes, I ...... I really miss it. ”

“...... I know. ”

Khadgar changed the subject. "I guess it's not just an ordinary dream?"

Antonidas shook his head. "No, it's unfortunate. I have some important news for you. The Black Dragons and the Horde have formed an alliance. ”

Kader strengthened his patience not to choke on the wine. "Black Dragon?" He repeated. "But what about the red dragons?" The two dragons are enemies of each other.

Shi shrugged, "No one has seen them in a while. Maybe it's because they're finally free from the orcs. "But the orcs have found new allies, and this time it seems like they're all willing." ”...

Khadgar shook his head, "Are they going to come to Watchcastle?"

"We don't know. Antonidas admitted. "Maybe. They've been here before, and Alterac has suffered. His brow furrowed even tighter. "The orcs stole the Eye of Dalaran, Khadgar. ”

"Eyes?" Khadgar knew what a loss this was for Dalaran. "But what do the orc tribes want it for?"

"I don't know, but they did come to steal it. Antonidas said with certainty. "Several Death Knights managed to get through our fortifications, take it, and use the Black Dragons to help them escape. Soon after, reports were made of the Black Dragons slaughtering all of the Alliance forces spying on Alterac, apparently at the behest of the traitor Perynord. ”

"I wonder how Perynod did that. ”

"It's another mystery. Khadgar, I know you're still busy with a lot of things right now, but I think you should know about it. ”

"Thank you. Khadgar said this with all his heart. "Yes, I should know. He frowned and began to think deeply, reaching out to stroke his beard, only to find that his chin was so smooth now. "And maybe I'll be able to find the reason for it. First the Book of Medivan, and now it's the turn of the Eye of Laran. Why are they specifically looking for these things?" Reluctantly, Khadgar placed the glass in his hand on Antonidas's table and stood up. "It's time for me to go back. ”

Go back and continue to be the mage with a young heart but an old body. Go back and continue to watch as Arelia and Tulayan deny each other, hurt each other, and be lonely, even though even a fool knows that if two people are together, they will be stronger and happier. Go back, continue the fight against the orcs, try to close the dark door, and bear the weight of the world on your aging shoulders.

He sighed softly.

"As you wish. Good luck, kid. Antonidas waved his hand. Khadgar awoke to find himself still sitting at a table in the Watchcastle reception room. He had returned to his old form, and looking at his wrinkled hands and snow-white beard, Khadgar felt a deep sense of melancholy and grief.

The mage stood up, put the dream behind him, and left the hall. He saw Tulayan and several others standing at the gate, gathered in front of a new captive. As Khadgar approached, the men looked up at him and took a few steps back. Seeing the decaying face and glowing red eyes of the creature in front of him, he couldn't help but shudder at the sight.

"Khadgar!" Tulayan noticed his friend and called out. "I was just looking for someone to find you. ”

"I suppose it's because you need my help to deal with this man?

Tulayan looked physically and mentally exhausted. "Quite the opposite. His reaction was so strong that I was afraid that the Light could kill him at any moment. I thought maybe you ......"

"Of course. Khadgar crouched in front of the captive, looking into his angry eyes. "Death Knight, do you have a name?"

The creature only growled, struggling to break free of its restraints. But the soldiers quickly held him down.

"If you want to do that," Khadgar said, shrugging. He summoned his power and gathered it into a taut beam. The spell pierced through the Death Knight's defenses with a light spell, just like the power of Tulayan's Light, but even though the creature straightened, he was not speechless from the pain. He's going to talk about it. ...

"What's your name?"

The death knight stared at him, his eyes as if they could kill. But he opened his mouth and spoke in his own peculiar tone. "Jaz? Soul Crusher. ”

"Good. Now sue me, how did the tribe reopen the gates of darkness?" Khadgar asked, and Tulayan and the others gathered tightly behind him.

"Naozu. The Death Knight replied. "Naozu used Gul'dan's skull to forcibly reopen the rift. ”

"Is this possible?" Tulayan asked.

"It's entirely possible. Khadgar said. "Now it looks obvious. We know that it was Gul'dan and Medivan who joined forces to open the dark gates first. It's quite possible that there is still a connection between his relics and the portal, and thus can be used to control the rift. It's like the Book of Medivan. ”

Neozu needs Gul'dan, or at least his head, to reopen the Dark Door. Without the head, Khadgar wouldn't have been able to shut it down, at least not completely. Now he understood why there was still a rift left when the Dark Gate collapsed. He must obtain the Skull of Gul'dan in order to truly seal the Dark Gate. And if he didn't have the Book of Medivan, he didn't know if he had used the right spell.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. Khadgar looked up and saw Tulayan motioning for him to come over. Although it was very puzzling, Khadgar still obeyed Tulayan. (TT download please go to HTT112; ://87; WW46; 75TT46; o77;......)