Hellfire Peninsula, this is Hell within Hell, a desert within a desert, ruthlessness is the pronoun here, and cruelty is the explanation here.
When Gul'dan blocked Elements of Draenor, causing Demon to attack and causing the world to shatter, this place once called Nataan Jungle, everything All life was killed, half of the earth was torn apart, and disappeared among Twisting Nether. The other half was barely connected to Draenor. Unfortunately, on this half, there was only poisonous gas, poisonous water and disgusting air. The crazy Fel Energy Storm is blowing up here, tearing apart any life that dares to enter here.
This place is like the real doomsday described by those scholars, even more cruel than the doomsday.
At the front of Hellfire Peninsula, there is a wide road called Path of Glory. It is said that this was the marching road built when Orcs invaded Azeroth. It is now used by Azeroth The escaped Shattered Hand Clan in occupies one of the leaders of the invasion of Azeroth, the patriarch of the Shattered Hand Clan, Orcs's former Hero Kargath·Blade Fist led his twisted Orcs who were re-infused with evil blood and stationed in the Hellfire Citadel at the rear of Path of Glory, guarding this Badlands for his new master, Lord of Outland Illidan.
In the past years, Honor Hold of Hellfire Citadel Northeast has always been Shattered Hand Clan's biggest enemy. Those humans who voluntarily followed five Hero into Draenor Shattered World and Dwarves Alliance Forces, those veterans of many battles, are the most elite Warrior in the second Orcs war. They are even crazier than Orcs.
Although quantity is a disadvantage, Kargath was at a disadvantage in every confrontation. However, this situation improved after Illidan brought them fresh Fel Blood, Orcs of the Shattered Hand Clan thought he could take revenge, but Chieftain asked them not to attack Alliance of Honor Hold Warrior.
No one dared to disobey Kargath's order, so Honor Hold lived a very peaceful time.
Danath looked at the black-clothed Warlock in front of him. His wolf-like eyes were full of doubts. For Danath, who had spent his childhood on the battlefield, his body was always filled with "Troll" The blood of Killer" family, even though he is already middle-aged, he can still wield Heavy Axe and easily kill those provocative Orcs.
Never show mercy.
Logically speaking, it would be difficult for such a hard-core military style to accept Warlock, who is entangled with Demon, and is a guy of unknown origin, entering his fortress. However, Danath is not stubborn, especially when Warlock has brought rare rest time to his tired soldiers.
But today, this guy came again, and brought news that Danath couldn't believe.
"What did you say?"
The old general's white eyebrows raised, and the scars on his face also pulsed, making him look particularly ferocious, like a tiger ready to hunt at any time.
"You want to open Dark Portal? Are you crazy? Or did I hear it wrong? Do you know how much we paid to close it?"
There are three people in this Command Room. Next to Danath and Warlock, there is a High Elf young man sitting there who is responsible for recording. He has a standard High Elf face, with long, silky golden hair draped over his shoulders, making him appear elegant. His eyes are very similar to human pupils.
This is the son of Ms. General Turalyon and Ms. Alleria, Redemption and Arator, a Paladin, and a young but very skilled Warrior.
Hearing Danath's unceremonious questioning, Warlock chuckled. He raised his head, revealing his thin and pale face. In the depths of his eyes, there was a green light that could not be concealed. He carried The hood was like a secret Avatar. He looked at Danath, took out a letter from his arms, put it on Danath's table, and lightly touched it with his finger.
"From the time I came to Honor Hold until now, you have never asked me about my identity. I am very grateful for your "trust", General, but today is the day when we say goodbye. Open Dark Portal. I'm sorry, I am not asking for your opinion, but to inform you to be prepared. It's time for you to go home!"
Danath's eyes narrowed, with murderous intent. Strong murderous intent surged in Command Room, but the black-robed Warlock didn't care. He grinned, put his arms on the table, approached Danath, and whispered,
"Lordaeron Queen Caliea·Menethil His Majesty, Kul Tiras Daelin·Proudmoore His Majesty, Kingdom of Stormwind Varian·Wrynn His Majesty, Grand Duke of Theramore Mr. Dick, these Bigwigs asked me to say hello to you, General Danath, your battlefield is not here, at least not here now!"
Danath frowned. He did not open the letter on the table, nor did he care about Warlock's disrespect. Instead, he asked in a low voice,
"So, you represent Alliance? So, they have been paying attention to us all these years? Gee, this is such an honor."
He said he was honored, but there was no expression of honor on the old general's face. Obviously, he didn't seem to have much favorable impressions of the senior officials of the Alliance.
And his question also made Warlock laugh.
"No, no, no... you misunderstood, General, I do not belong to the Alliance. In fact, I am serving Illidan... Yes, Lord of Outland."
Smart people don't need to say too many words to understand each other's meaning. The old general blinked clearly and signaled that he could leave. Warlock stood up, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at High Elf, who had been staring at him.
"And you, poor Ms. Arator, Ms. Sylvanas and Ms. Vereesa are very concerned about your news, so you'd better not let your elders down, especially when they have lost a relative."
Warlock pulled up his hood and strolled out of Command Room. Arator was still in the shock of what he said just now, but Danath had already taken out Smoking Pipe. He used smoke to calm his emotions while reading the letter. After reading it, he leaned on his chair, put his head on the backrest, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
There was suffocating silence. A few minutes later, the voice of Danath came over,
"Arator, get the soldiers ready, we... we go home!"
"General! Dark Portal is turned on, it may make Shattered Hand Clan those crazy Fel Orcs..."
"This is an order!"
Danath shouted, more like venting his emotions, but after he calmed down, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Arator,
"My child, I'm sorry, but this is a secret that I can't let you know for the time being. Go ahead and convey the order. We will have many companions with us. Although it's terrible to escape without a fight, it's an exciting thing to be able to go home."
Danath turned to the window and looked at the red land Desolation,
"I've seen enough of this damn place, this damn scenery... go home! Let's go home."
On the other side, Khadgar and other refugees who escaped from the back door of Shattrath under the cover of night were sitting on completely different mounts, speeding along the Terokkar Forest difficult Mountain Pass towards Hellfire Peninsula, which was enough for tens of thousands of people At the rear of the team, an army of Broken is biting hard. This is not a show. The refugees at the end, as long as they can't dodge, will be hit by the Fel Energy shells fired by those Broken, or by the Broken running around in the crowd. Rogue slashed to the ground.
"Oh my God, it's like hunting a herd of wild deer, we're killing them."
Khadgar couldn't bear to hear the screams and screams coming from behind. Kurdran, who was standing next to him, turned his head away from looking at the tragic scene behind him.
This is not like acting at all, those Broken, they take pleasure in killing refugees! Just like... just like the Orcs in Khadgar's memory who invaded his hometown, even more cruel than those Orcs.
But Mage knew that he couldn't take the initiative to stop the pursuers. This was the cruelest thing. Just like Ishanah said, they were all pawns. Once they were discovered, no one could afford it. Even from this aspect, Broken's killing only made the drama more real.
But this is too cruel!
Khadgar felt that he could not watch all this happen. He waved the Staff in his hand, looking for something that could help the refugees. When the large army crossed the back of the red Mountain At that moment, all the Arcane Power Khadgar had accumulated poured out, and a group of crazy twisting blue magic Storm hit the top of the Mountain, causing the top rock to slide crazily from the mountain wall.
Those Broken forwards who were unable to dodge were crushed by rocks falling from the sky on the road to escape. The blow from Anger made the refugees scream. They thought it was the magic shot by the pursuers. Khadgar wanted to help them, but it almost resulted in a cruel stampede.
"Do you know how many people will be killed if you show off like this?"
Five minutes later, Ishanah stood in front of Khadgar and said in a harsh and disappointed tone, "Do you know how much sacrifice we made for this transfer? Do you think those refugees who were left behind are innocent? You don't know anything! You Recklessness idiot!"
Mage looked at Ishanah in surprise,
"You mean, they... they are..."
"They are traitors who have colluded with Demon. Normally, keeping them would paralyze Demon, but now, in this case, keeping them is a risk. You almost ruined everything."
Ishanah flicked its tail, turned around and left with Staff on its back,
"Pray that we can all reach your world safely, Mage."
Khadgar knows that he has done bad things with good intentions, but he has done it, and there is no point in regretting it. What's more, Mage can become a powerful Khadgar's will itself is also very firm. He is just annoyed. Yes, I plan to start again. Ahead, the red land of Hellfire Peninsula is already in sight, and Dark Portal, the tall black stone door that has been closed, is like an iconic building, standing at the end of the world.
That would be the end of their escape.
But the moment Khadgar turned around, two black shadows blocked his way one after another. Those were the two Demon Hunter, the two guys who had come to Shattrath as Illidan and Envoy.
"What are you going to do?"
Khadgar held Staff tightly. Although these two guys had proven that they were not enemies, judging from their current state, Mage did not think they were here to chat.
"Hey, Khadgar, Archmage from Azeroth, a genius, and the apprentice of Medivh."
The Sin'dorei Demon Hunter in front of Mage moved Fist, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, we won't kill you, but you have to feel some Pain."
"A Bigwigs personally requested it."
Khadgar Night Elf Demon Hunter, who was behind Khadgar, also strode up. Neither of them used weapons. As he walked, he whispered,
"That Bigwigs asked us to ask you a question... Have you ever repented of the things you did to Medivh?"
Archmage Khadgar's eyes suddenly opened wide. The next moment, Fel Runes covered with green Fel Fist magnified in front of his eyes, with a Mage Wisdom, he used Blink to disappear in the next moment, but as soon as he appeared, the magic shield was smashed by another Fist, and then Pain, the smell of blood was in his mouth Spread.
Khadgar has not had such a rough fight with someone for many years, but this does not mean that he will be afraid. After all, he is a veteran who survived the battlefield. He moved his mouth, and his teeth full of blood collided. Then Staff waved, and two Arcane Elements appeared, and together with him they rushed towards the two guys who were approaching.
Three black figures were on the edge of this Twisting Nether. They used no weapons, only Fist, and they fought roughly into a ball.
This is the intertwining of past memories and current hatred, and it can also be regarded as Khadgar's farewell to the tragic past.