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Two days later, the gryphon knight of Eagle's Nest Mountain returned to deliver the news.

The final result disappointed Nathanos. The kings of the alliance agreed with Turalyon's decision. This is incredible. The only good news is that Terenas recalled Uther urgently. He may miss this opportunity.

actions.

Turalyon immediately began to recruit volunteers from the Alliance army. Everyone knew how dangerous it was to go to another unknown world.

Who should go to Draenor? Who should stay? What essentials should they bring? How long should they wait?

Everyone kept arguing. At first, it was just communication, and then it gradually turned into an argument. In the end, some people even started shouting.

In the end, everyone drafted a plan that everyone was satisfied with. Except for Nathanos, he did not participate in any discussions. He was heading to the Farstrider camp to find Alleria, and Nathanos was very happy that she refused before.

Turalyon's meeting invitation, at least there is no need to argue with others.

The female elf saw him coming from a distance. After a few words with his adjutant Verena, Nathanos happened to come to her. How to speak was a question, but he decided to break the silence first.

"What are you going to do next?"

Alleria seemed to have guessed that he was going to ask this question, and said directly: "I will help the Alliance capture the Dark Portal, and then..." She glanced at Nathanos, and the humans were even more eager for her to continue.

.

"Then...go back!"

Nathanos' solemn expression gradually relaxed, and finally, Alleria smiled, and the two embraced each other.

"I want to stay with Sylvanas, Vereesa, and the compatriots of Quel'Thalas. I will also find my missing brother Rilas, and... you, I simply can't refuse.

You, Nathanos, I know you wanted me to do this. Thank you for saving me."

"Me too, Alleria."......

"It looks like we will lose the help of the elves." Khadgar walked to Turalyon. He could see that Turalyon needed some comfort now.

"That's good. At least... they will all survive, right? And I... I can also concentrate."

The Archmage paused and nodded. "It seems that Alleria will not become a member of the Sons of Lothar."

At the second meeting, Turalyon decided to prepare to attack the Dark Portal. Sitting on both sides of him were Khadgar and Danath. To his disappointment, Alleria did not sit down at the table, but just stood there.

Looking at the report that has no value anymore.

"I think we'd better not act blindly. Don't forget that the tribe also has dangerous allies like the black dragon."

"Don't be afraid, my gryphon knights can definitely deal with those evil dragons flying in the sky. As soon as I find them, I will go up immediately..."

"Okay!" Turalyon motioned to the excited Kurdran to sit down. He would not doubt Kurdran's aerial capabilities, but Khadgar was right, they must be careful.

"Kurdran reported before that they seemed to be transporting something. Regarding this, I have sent people to investigate several times. I found one thing. Most of the black dragons follow the goods. In other words, where are the goods?

, where are those dragons."

"I understand." Turalyon stood up, "In other words, as long as all those things are transported to Draenor, those black dragons will follow, and that is the best time for us to attack."

Everyone nodded, and Turalyon looked at Alleria. He still wanted to ask her opinion.

"Aurelia, are you ready..."

"I will cooperate with the Alliance to fight..." She wanted to say something else, but stopped. Khadgar guessed that she probably wanted to say the words "that's all", which also indicated that she would not pass through the Dark Portal.

However, in order not to affect morale, Alleria did not say anything.

Draenor, Hellfire Citadel

This is an annoying place. Its structure is fragmented and consists of various jagged edges, a large number of black boulders, and various criss-crossing corridors. Most of the traditional orc villages only have small buildings, houses and short towers. Ner'zhul

The original feeling of orc life, the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, was completely absent here, and here, he could only feel nervous and uneasy.

These buildings are entirely made of black stone, with thick iron edging. Various strange pillars can be seen everywhere around the buildings supporting the fortress. On top of them are shining steel spikes, like several huge claws rising from the earth.

Reach out and grab the Hellfire Citadel.

Those twisted paths connect the top of the fortress. It seems that these paths are not intentional, but the product of the melted building. Behind it stands a taller spire tower.

Ner'zhul did not observe the Dark Portal through the arched round window in front. He did not want to be affected by the fact that the once fertile world had become desolate and abnormal again. But he could not escape the reality.

He stretched out his fingers absentmindedly and touched the hand-painted bones on his face. Death, the death of Draenor, the death of his people, the death of his own faith. His green, old hands were already standing on

Full of blood, the blood of so many innocent people, the blood of the orcs who once trusted him. All this was because he was inadvertently led astray.

'You can't keep doing this,' came a voice in his head. Ner'zhul ignored it. It was easier to ignore the voice of the Skull of Gul'dan when he didn't have any direct contact with it.

Although Ner'zhul repeatedly warned himself not to pay too much attention to it, he couldn't help but glance at the head on the small table next to him. The light of the torch danced on the yellowed skull. He found that he was

Talk to it as if Gul'dan can hear him. Although to some extent, this is true.

"We have hurt too much, you and I. But now, I can try to save them. My apprentice, your head... will be part of this plan. After you die, what will you do to the orcs?"

The effect is much greater.”

'But that's not what you're really after, is it?'

Ner'zhul blinked. "Wrong! I have always looked for ways to help my people! I have failed them before." He touched the painting on his face again.

'Perhaps, it was once so.' Gul'dan's seductive voice lingered in his ears again. 'But your power does not stop there, the mighty Ner'zhul. As long as you and I cooperate, we can...'

A burst of noise attracted Ner'zhul's attention. He reluctantly moved his eyes away from the Skull of Gul'dan, ending the argument. The blood demon was standing in front of him, and next to him was a patient

Ao Zu did not know a human being. He was tall and thin, with curly hair and a neat beard. This stranger was dressed luxuriously, and every move he made was with the elegance and confidence that a leader should have. However,

There was something wrong with him. Ner'zhul felt the energy radiating around him and frowned.

"I got what you need." Gorefiend said straightforwardly, holding a large package in his hand. Ner'zhul felt that he saw hope, and waved his hand to signal the death knight to come forward. Gorefiend approached the throne and took the package from his pocket.

All the artifacts were taken out one by one and placed on the ground.

Ner'zhul looked down at them. A huge and thick book, its red cover was edged with brass, and there was a sigil of a flying crow painted on it. A crystal about the size of a human head, in its center

It was carved into the shape of a star, with a dark purple edge. There was also a slender scepter, supported by silver and wood, and at the top was a huge shining green gem.

"That's right," Ner'zhul whispered, putting his hand on the three treasures. It could feel the endless power emanating from them, enough to tear the space between worlds apart. "Yes, with them, we

You can open a new portal. We will save the tribe. We must act now! It takes a while to cast such a powerful spell, and you have to make sure everything is accurate." He laughed. "But as long as we have

We will never fail with these three things."

The Blood Demon bowed, took a step back, and turned to the human.

"Without the help of the black dragon clan, we would never have been able to successfully obtain these. Deathwing is their leader."

Deathwing! Ner'zhul's hands clenched the armrests of the throne. A powerful creature named "Death" stood in front of him. From the human shell, Ner'zhul could vaguely see his true dragon.

Form, he couldn't help but shudder. Deathwing's lips were curved, but there was no warmth in his smile, and the bow he bowed to Ner'zhul also had a hint of ridicule. Ner'zhul tried
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