"Somebody has to stay here and watch. Tulayan said he pulled his horse next to Arelia and Tulayan, waiting for Kudra to hover to a relatively low level where their conversation could be heard. "I'll send some soldiers to garrison this valley to prevent them from escaping again. Others ......"

He fell silent. Khadgar was not jealous of him. No one really wanted to pass through the Dark Portal—though he had to admit that there was a part of his heart, the part that led him to eventually become a mage, full of curiosity about the unknown world.

"Okay," Tulayan said. "We all know what we do. Every one of you, tell your soldiers that this is a voluntary expedition. If there is a soldier who does not want to travel to another world, I will not force him. ”

Danas nodded, turned his horse's head and walked away, slogan in his mouth. Arelia turned to face her group of rangers, whispering orders in the musical language of elves. Khadgar gave Tulayan an affirmative smile, though the paladin did not return the favor. He whispered to Khadgar, "Arelia was almost killed today. I almost didn't save her. ”

"Tulayan," Khadgar whispered in the same voice. "She's a well-trained fighter. Maybe she's stronger than you and me on the battlefield, and you know that. ”

"That's not what I'm worried about. I know she can handle it, but that's just normal. She...... She would often become reckless, become—" His voice began to tremble. Khadgar couldn't bear to look at his friend's anguished face any longer.

"She prioritized the slaughter of orcs more than her own safety," Khadgar said. "She's taking meaningless risks. Tulayan nodded sadly. "Okay. Tulayan. Now it's time for us to take the initiative and face the orcs. That's good for her. Yes for both of you. ”

Tulayan's face was slightly red, and he didn't continue. Now, his eyes were on his soldiers. Tulayan rode his own horse and came between them.

"Son of Lothar!" He shouted. "We used to fight side by side. We have experienced casualties, defeats and victories. Now we are about to face the unknown. He saw Khadgar's eyes staring at him and smiled softly. "We're going to strike at the orcs and stop them so they don't bother us again, or any other innocent world. Never. For the Alliance! For the Light!"

He held the hammer aloft in his hand, and it began to glow with a dazzling white light. The crowd began to cheer. Khadgar nodded to himself. This was what he and Anduin Lothar felt as unique about Tulayan when they first met him. Now it seems that it is a matter of a lifetime. At that time, both the Alliance Commander and the ** Division knew that this holy warrior who had turned from a priest could face this challenge. He will combine his natural decency with a strong determination that can be used to protect his people. He will lead an army through the Dark Gate into a new world that is completely unknown. Khadgar thought, wondering if his friends knew, really understood. What he did had greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers. And now, he's inspired a special person. She looked at Tulayan. On top of her beautiful elven face, her expression seemed so defenseless.

Tulayan turned his horse's head and kicked his mount with a spur on his foot, crossing the Gravel Formation and heading towards the Dark Gate. His horse was pushed, hesitating, but Tulayan tightened the reins, forcing it forward. The swirling light in the door seemed to beckon him. He passed through the Dark Gate. At that moment, the green flash in the door outweighed the dazzling white light on him. Then, he disappeared completely. ...

Arelia and Khadgar followed him closely. The mage and his mount fought hard, and eventually entered the spatial rift. His heart was filled with curiosity. An icy tug echoed through him, like a powerful stream of water pulling at him. Khadgar felt a chill to the bone, and at that moment, darkness, starlight, and all sorts of strange colors mingled before his eyes. Then, he began to materialize, and the warm air warmed his skin, which had become unusually cold from the brief crossing of the suite.

Bright...... It's really bright here. Khadgar unconsciously raised a hand to cover his eyes. It was also hot here, and a dry, relentless heat hit Khadgar, which seemed to have a physical body. Khadgar blinked, letting his eyes adjust to themselves—and then inhaled.

If the dark portal they had traversed before had been done in a hurry, the massive portal in front of him was clearly the work of the orcs. Khadgar was standing on the stone at the moment, so small compared to the dark door in front of him. Two large stone statues with hoods towered above each side, and a staircase in front of them led to a courtyard. Many huge, gloomy braziers shone brightly on the courtyard. Two pillars with flames at the top stand on a strange path, and ......

The red, barren cracked plains stretched out in front of them were so familiar to everyone, for it looked like the Cursed Lands. Khadgar peered into the distance and saw the parched earth crack. Flames leaped upwards from it, appearing to be a hatching dragon bursting out of its shell. But Khadgar's gaze was drawn to the sky. It's red, and that red is the crimson of blood. In the distance, a scarlet sun shone violently on the earth, emitting scorching heat. What's more, blessed by the Light, the sky is so familiar to him.

"No," his voice trembled. "Nope. He whispered again. "Not here! It shouldn't be like this!"

"What's wrong?" Arelia asked him. He ignored the other party. This qiē had appeared in that illusion - the sky, the earth - "Khadgar, what's wrong?"

He moved, as if he had just woken up, but the horrific sight before him was not dispelled. He shook his head and smiled feebly. "Nothing," he lied. But then he realized how obvious the falsehood in his words was. So he corrected. "I used to ...... I've seen this place in a fantasy. I wasn't expecting it...... I didn't expect that I would face this early. I...... It shook me out just now. I'm sorry. ”

Arelia frowned, her eyes full of concern as she looked at him, but realized that he didn't want to explain any further. "It's ......" she shut, realizing that she didn't know what to say. She put one of her hands on her chest as if her heart had been hurt. In that moment, Khadgar got rid of his despair and began to sympathize with her. She is an elf, a child of forests, trees, and a healthy growing earth. She looked shocked and sad—the same sadness Khadgar had felt.

A wind blew from nowhere. There are no plants here to stabilize the soil. So the wind blew through the dying earth and lifted up countless dusts. Everyone began coughing, trying to bring something, anything, to cover their mouths, noses, and eyes.

That's it. Khadgar suddenly realizes that as he walks through the dark door, he is also walking towards his own destiny. Although he had expected it to happen much later. In that illusion, he looked the same as he was now: an old man. And now, he's here, too. Fuck, I'm only fucking twenty-two...... Am I going to die here?" he felt sorry for the thought. Try to restore normal. I've wanted to live for a long time.........

The wind suddenly disappeared. As it came suddenly.

"Disgusting place," said Danas Tolbane, coughing as he walked toward the crowd. Khadgar wanted a little support from the warriors who came in. "Is that what I think, or is the Cursed Lands really similar to this place?"

Khadgar nodded. It's always good to be able to focus on something else. "Their ...... Well...... The world is penetrating our world through guò rifts. Whatever caused the damage - the sorcerers and the dark magic they wielded, I guess - began to affect Azeroth as well. He forced himself to analyze his surroundings without prejudice. The earth doesn't seem to be just dead, the whole world seems to be sucked dry. What are the orcs doing to their world?

"Thanks to the Light, we have been able to stop this influence on the continent of Azeroth. But it is clear that the continent has suffered the same damage, but for a much longer period of time. I think the world was much more comfortable a long time ago. ”

Arelia frowned. "This way...... It-" Her cheeks suddenly turned pale, and then her lovely face contorted with anger. "These ...... Monster ......"

Tulayan rode his horse to her side. "What's wrong?"

"This path ......," Reelia couldn't seem to find the right words to describe it. She tried again. "It'...... It is paved with bone. ”

Everyone was silent. It's clear that Arelia is wrong. The road she was talking about was not a small road, but a formal avenue for dozens of people to ride side by side, or to transport huge warplanes. It was wider than the bridge in front of the Stormwind Gate. It's also long, long enough to be out of sight.

If it is made of white bones, it means that there are at least hundreds of ...... No, no...... Thousands of corpses -

"Merciful light," a young man whispered. His whole body shone with white light, and various muttering sounds came from behind him. While the soldiers took this terrible message to heart, their enemies also appeared. When the crowd passed through the Dark Gate, only a few orcs were near the portal. Khadgar had hoped that this would be the only orcs they would have to face when they entered the orc world. But those orcs had plenty of time to call in reinforcements. Khadgar could see nearly a hundred orcs on the ridge in front of that path of bones, their weapons glittering in the red sunlight.

For the first time since the whole nightmare about the rift began, Khadgar thought his soldiers would be timid.

"It's just a small army. He whispered. He also saw the orcs standing on the ridge, roaring or cursing.

"We have an army of our own. Arelia looked at Tulayan and said.

"Yes. Tulayan said, his voice trembling a little. When he first saw the world, he was shaken by the sight before him. But now, his heart is full of determination. "An army that will stop the orcs from harming others, an army that will not watch their world hurt as much as this poor world has suffered. He looked back at his soldiers.

"Sons of Lothar!" He shouted. "We were born to fight for this! Now, we are fighting for our own world! We will not allow these orcs to harm Azeroth, or any other world, as they do to our own!" His voice was clear and pure, as bright as a warhammer held high in his hand. "For Stormwind, for Lordaeron, Ironforge, and Nomorigen! for Azeroth!"

So be it, Khadgar thought, and followed his generals into battle. (To be continued......)

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