Gene Greymane's voice was still so loud that Khadgar had heard him complain before they even entered the Great Chamber. Dalaran's *Master, though slightly tired, exchanged a slightly mocking look with several of his fellow mages.

"It's rare that Greymane is still the same old man. Antonidas, the leader of Kenrito, said coldly.

"Yes, the country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change. Khadgar stroked his pure white beard and said to Master *. He quickly turned to face the coming kings. His vigor was so incompatible with his old, wrinkled countenance.

"So, you want to know where your money is being spent?" He addressed the newcomers, nodding his head in welcome. His attitude towards the king was no different from that towards others. After all, as a member of Kenrito, Khadgar is also a man in power in his domain.

"Well, let me tell you, and then you can thank me for explaining it to you. The Overwatch Fort is indeed large because it is a must. There are many people who will live here, including the mages we brought with us from Dalaran, and the soldiers we sent to garrison them. The ruins of the Dark Gate lie in the valley in front of the Watchkeep, the only way the Horde can get to our world. If they come back at any time, we can be prepared. ”

"That's why those fighters need to be here. Prodmore agreed. "But what is the role of these mages, after all, one mage is enough for us to keep an eye on the situation and notify you of any danger. ”

Khadgar agreed, "If that's the only thing we need to do, it is." He paced around the room, a steady stride that showed the fact that he was still a young man. Khadgar was only a few years older than Varian, but he had aged prematurely due to Medivan's magic. And that was what happened before the Astral Mage died. "But in the near future, the Watch Fortress will be more than just a sentry for us to guard the Dark Gate. I'll tell you slowly why this is. Draenor's vitality was gradually depleted by some strange energy. When the Dark Gate was opened by Medivan, our world was similarly affected. The Dark Portal on Azeroth's side has brought the land around it to life. And the effects are still spreading. When we destroyed the portal, we thought the earth would regain itself. But it didn't. In fact, the weird* continues to expand. ”

The kings frowned deeply and looked at each other. This is bad news for all of them.

"We started looking into the situation here and found out a little bit. Even though the portal had been destroyed, there was still a small dimensional rift there. All the lords present took a deep breath.

"Have you found a way to stop the spread?" Prodmore asked.

"Well, even though it would take several mages to work together. There was a hint of worry on his face, which was covered with the marks of time. "Unfortunately, we can't fix the land that has been contaminated. It used to be called the Black Swamp, and we managed to keep the northern region in its original state. Rumor has it that there are still some orcs hiding there. But we didn't find any trace of them. As for the southern region, I don't know why, we still can't save this continent. He shook his head. "Some people began to call it the Land of the Damned, and now it seems that the name has been fulfilled. As far as I'm concerned, I don't know if this continent will be able to give birth to life again. ”...

"Regardless, you've managed to stop the spread of pollution and save the rest of the world. Varian noted. "That's already incredible, after all, it's still very fast. ”

Khadgar tilted his head slightly, thanking the king for his compliment. "We've done far more than we ever expected," he admits. "Although that may not have been my favor. However, there needs to be at least one mage detachment stationed here for a long time to watch over the continent. In the hope that our Azeroth will no longer be harmed by this strange pollution. At the same time, the mages will be watching the rift. All in all, that's why we need to spend so much money on the construction of the Watchtower. And built it so big. ”

"Is it really possible for that rift to open again?" Tol Bane asked, and the others turned to Khadgar, clearly expecting his answer, but also worried about a possible answer. From their faces, Khadgar could tell what was going on in their hearts. Everyone panicked at the thought of the brutal invasion of Azeroth by the Orcs after the Dark Gate opened eight years ago, and now that they might experience the same thing again.

Khadgar was about to answer, but was interrupted by a shrill cry from outside the chamber. "It looks like the last of us just rode a griffon," he said. Landed on the outer wall there. After a while, a woman walked in. Her beauty is completely indescribable. Dressed in a set of green and brown shabby leather armor, her tall and thin body was vividly set off. Her blonde hair looked messy. She casually brushed it behind her long, pointy ears. As elegant as she may seem, it is clear to everyone in this room that Elelia Windranger is actually a formidable ranger, scout, warrior, and wilderness survival expert, with many of whom have fought alongside her at one time. Because of her piercing eyes, quick reflexes, and her courage and determination, she has saved many lives. Behind Arelia was a warrior with a helmet. (To be continued)