Also at Shattrath City, World's End Tavern at Lower City, and Khadgar drank a glass of wine in some depression.
This Mage is very old, with gray hair, and there are wrinkles on his outstretched fingers, and there are wrinkles on his face, but his eyes can tell others that he is a young man, but I don't know what kind of bad luck he suffered, which led to his current situation.
But judging from his slow demeanor, he has obviously adapted to this situation.
He was wearing Mage robe of Dark Purple, which seemed a bit heavy, and Operation was inconvenient. He had a peculiar Wooden Staff on his hand, that Wooden Staff There is a Owl carved on the top of. On Owl's feet, there are special Carved and complex Fel Runes red cloth strips.
It doesn't look like anything special, but if you look carefully, you can see the phantom of black Raven floating on the top of Wooden Staff all the time, flying back and forth on this Wooden Staff.
This is not an ordinary Staff, this is a Staff of the Guardian, which once belonged to a great Mage, Medivh, Kirin Tor.
Khadgar is the apprentice of Medivh. At the end of the period when Medivh went crazy, he joined forces with generals Marshal Lothar and Turalyon, as well as Rogue Garona, to kill Medivh and his own Mentor.
Khadgar felt that he had done nothing wrong. When Medivh died, the relieved eyes also told him that he had done nothing wrong. But that scene was like Nightmare, rolling back and forth in Khadgar's memory. It has been more than ten years, but not much has changed. He did something that he did not know whether it was a mistake or a right thing.
The most important thing is that he himself does not know whether he is a Hero or an executioner.
Khadgar has been coming to Outland for several years. In order to close Dark Portal, General Turalyon brought High Elf Ranger-General Alleria·Windrunner, Wildhammer Dwarves Hero Kurdran·Wildhammer, human Hero Danath·Tor Bean, under the guidance of Khadgar, rushed into Draenor, trying to close from the other side Dark Portal, that was a Hero-like move. To this day, the statues of these five Hero are still erected in Stormwind City and Valley of Heroes.
The world thought they were dead, but in fact they were not. They still had their own Hero actions in Outland.
The first Death Knight of General Turalyon and Orcs, the powerful Talon Blood Demon fought in Shadowmoon Valley, and then both disappeared. General Alleria was looking for his husband, but he also lost Traced in Twisting Nether, Danath built Honor Hold in the same Hellfire Peninsula as Hell, and stayed there all year round to monitor the movements of Dark Portal.
And Kurdran went to the most dangerous Shadowmoon Valley. After losing his comrades, this Dwarves was extremely sad and angry, and vowed to fight for them Revenge, but in Illidan After E became Lord of Outland, Kurdran faced the increasingly powerful Illidari and had no choice but to retreat, eventually returning to Shattrath.
Now, Wildhammer Dwarves, who has a beautiful golden beard, is sitting opposite Khadgar, drinking to soothe his sorrows.
"Sometimes I really want to die with those damn Demon Hunter!"
Dwarves was already drunk. He waved the wine glass in his hand and cursed loudly, "Those idiots bully others too much! What do they think of us? Are we not Courage cowards? If you ask me, we have to rush out and fight them. Even if we die, it is better than being angry here!"
Khadgar was still very sober. He looked at the angry Dwarves, then looked at the excited refugees around him, and hurriedly comforted him.
"Okay, Kurdran, drink more and talk less. Illidan has surrounded this place for so long. He must have his plan. We can't Recklessness do anything, especially when Danath's life or death is unknown... But you are right, this feeling is too bad."
Mage drank all the Ale in his hand. The dry taste made his eyes darker. In recent days, during his sleep during meditation, he would occasionally remember the scenery of Azeroth, Dalaran, Northshire, and even Karazhan.
Mage's Dream do not appear randomly, they all have some kind of sign, so Khadgar is very worried whether there is some problem with Azeroth. They fight and suffer in another broken world. They are used to this kind of half-dead world. Khadgar definitely does not want their hometown to suffer the same fate.
But just a few minutes later, Communication Stone in Khadgar's arms began to beat. Mage slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up Communications Stone, and connected, the hoarse voice of Ms. Ishanah, the leader of Aldor, sounded.
"Khadgar, come to Hall of the Holy Light, it's important, take that rude drunkard with you."
Upon receiving the call, Mage hurriedly pulled up Kurdran, who was already drunk. With a slap of his left hand, a ball of cold ice slag was slapped on Dwarves's face and neck. The chill in his heart made Kurdran jump up from the ground. He Rage looked at Khadgar in a rush.
"What's the matter? You bastard, you told me not to wake me up in this way!"
Mage ignored him and walked quickly to the door. He threw it casually and three gold coins landed on World's End Tavern's bar.
"Ms. Ishanah summoned us. By the way, Kurdran, at least restrain your admiration. Ms. Ishanah is old enough to be your great-grandmother. You have to respect her! I don't want to see you being thrown out Shattrath by Draenei Paladin again."
"It's enough to be embarrassed once, I know!"
Kurdran was hurriedly arranging his clothes. Although what he said was reasonable, he obviously did not give up his intention to express his love. In fact, Ishanah is the age of the eternal Draenei can be considered just an adult, but as Khadgar said, Ishanah has experienced too many things, and it is already difficult for Mortal's love to impress her.
Although she was a really charming noble lady.
When the two people came to Hall of the Holy Light, they found that this usually solemn hall was now full of people, and they were not ordinary people.
Ms. Ishanah stood at the front, followed by Draenei, Shattrath, the commander-in-chief of all armed forces, General Thilasalan, and behind her, was Ogre The representative of Grok, the leader of Arakkoa Rilak the Redeemed, the elder of Broken, the elder of the robe people Suraku, Star Spirit Astrologer Sorys, and at least 5 Naaru with different colors.
Seeing this scene, Khadgar knew that something had happened, and it was a real big deal.
Soon, the keen Mage noticed the three guys standing in front of Shattrath City's protector, the silver Naaru A'dal, who were incompatible with the surroundings.
One Sin'dorei Envoy, which looks like a Paladin, and two Demon Hunter.
They stood there, opposite the representatives of the entire Shattrath's strength. They seemed to be helpless, but in fact, just three people went deep into the enemy's rear, which was enough to prove their confidence, as well as the confidence of Illidan.
"Ultimatum?"
Khadgar said to himself and shook his head. Most of the entire Outland area was ruled by Illidan. If it were an ultimatum, it would not be issued until 43 days later. Therefore, there must be a special reason why they came.
In full view of the public, Gathios did not panic. In fact, the aura of A'dal made him somewhat familiar. He walked up to Naaru and handed the Scroll in his hand to Ishanah, the High Priest whom Naaru trusted the most.
Ishanah opened Scroll, and after just one glance, her pupils dilated, but this smart Priests knew what kind of action she should make now. She held Scroll in her hand and said angrily to Gathios,
"Don't think that you can break up our Alliance! Go back and tell Illidan that Shattrath will never give in!"
But Ishanah quietly placed his left hand beside him, and the gesture he made fell into Gathios's hand. Sin'dorei Paladin's eyes narrowed, and then he shouted even more arrogantly,
"Then you just wait to die! Refugees! When Lord Illidan's Anger falls from the sky with flames, you will know how stupid you are! Refuse this Gift, haha, I am waiting for the day when you kneel down and beg for mercy!"
After saying that, Gathios walked out of Hall of the Holy Light in a swagger. Other leaders such as the irritable Ogre wanted to teach him a lesson, but were stopped by Ishanah.
"Let them go!"
The leader of Aldor almost said this through gritted teeth. Everyone else could hear the Anger of Ishanah. Soon, this kind of Anger evolved into a kind of united Hatred.
But that gesture, although hidden, couldn't hide from Khadgar's eyes. Mage looked at Ishanah and looked at her left hand holding Scroll. Is that trembling because of Anger? Or because of... excitement?
This is an issue worth considering.
A'dal's voice interrupted Khadgar's thinking. The voice sounded in everyone's heart.
"Shattrath is difficult to survive under the attack of Illidan... My brothers and I will buy time for you to escape. When they attack next time, go to Hellfire Peninsula...Dark Portal, Prophet of Draenei Velen is ready to temporarily open Dark Portal in another world, go there! There is hope there!"
"Azeroth!"
The voice of Kurdran resounded through Hall of the Holy Light. When this Dwarves heard Dark Portal, he couldn't help but exclaimed. He took two steps forward and looked at the brilliant silver Naaru, "A'dal, we... can we really go back Azeroth?"
Ishanah answered instead of A'dal,
"Our Prophet Velen is now in Azeroth. He has received help from the Azeroth Civilization world, and we can go there! Dark Portal will help us stop the pursuit of Illidan. We will reshape the army in that world of hope, and then... then counterattack!"
"Well... that's... that's great."
Kurdran's tears welled up from those eyes. This Dwarves Hero wiped his tears and choked up and said, "I can't imagine that in my life, there will be a day when I can see Aerie Peak again. It's great, it's a pity, it's a pity that Turalyon and Alleria can't see it."
This emotion quickly infected other people in the hall. They had never heard of Azeroth, except for Grok. This Ogre had experienced Orcish War. Although he had never been to Azeroth, there were many Ogre who followed Orcs into that world.
But when everyone was discussing the new world and war, Khadgar's eyes met Ishanah's. High Priest of Aldor looked at Khadgar seriously, with only one meaning in his eyes, and the faint voice that sounded in Khadgar's ears,
"I know this can't be hidden from you, but Mage... don't try to expose it. The weight of this matter is something you and your friends can't bear. Believe me, this is a battle between two worlds, and we... are all just pawns."
Khadgar pursed his lips, lowered his head, and moved his lips slightly,
"You have to guarantee that this will not affect Azeroth. I need this guarantee."
"Okay, I promise!"
So on this day, the entire Shattrath was mobilized. The limited leaders knew about the Naaru people's desperate attempt to break out of Operation. Under their orders and guidance, almost all the refugees who could still move were prepared for the long-distance Migration. Those who were old and weak voluntarily took up arms to help the tribesmen guard the fleeing Great Door.
This is something that makes everyone heartache, but there is no way, this is a sacrifice that must be made.
Great Demon's sight has never been far away from this world. It may not pay much attention to this place that has lost hope, but neither Illidan nor Naaru will take risks on such things.
Yes, this is just a drama for Great Demon. Illidan needs to completely turn Outland into his own Training Grounds. Civilians cannot exist here, and it is not suitable for their survival, but he cannot completely kill these useless guys, and his friends need these refugees who survived the cruel war to fill his power.
Illidan was happy to do a "little favor" for his friend, especially after he paid a price that Illidan couldn't refuse. This absurd drama, in which human life was used as a consumable, officially kicked off.
On the night of the third day, Demon Hunter, Naga and Broken launched an attack on Shattrath amidst green artillery fire that almost tore the sky apart.