There was a sound of bones shattering, and the Gorefiend staggered back, one arm hanging limply. Before the death knight could regain his balance, Turalyon rushed forward, his warhammer raised high. He summoned again

His own belief. The light radiated from his weapon, so bright that people dared not look directly at it. The death knight shouted in pain and raised his hands to cover his eyes, but the light had already started to burn his body.

"In the name of the Holy Light!" Turalyon shouted, and this sentence alone included both praise and prayer for the Holy Light. He smashed the warhammer down, and the Holy Light formed an arc, shattering the body.

.

A miserable howl penetrated Turalyon's ears, and he stepped back. A twisted and screaming soul rose from the corpse on the ground, it was the Blood Demon! The Paladin raised the shining war hammer again, and swung it again

.But he only missed a second, and the soul screaming in pain and frustration had already fled to the sky.

Above the Dark Temple.

Ner'zhul is standing in a circle engraved with runes in the center. Above his head, the clouds are low, and purple lightning sounds from time to time. The remaining energy in the land of Draenor has all gathered under his feet. Lao Sha

It felt like the whole world was already under his control.

This is why he came here. From here, he can absorb the energy of the entire planet for his own use, ensuring his success.

Beside him were several death knights and several Shadowmoon orcs. They raised their weapons and stood facing outside, protecting Ner'zhul.

The ritual was nearly completed. But the Alliance had already invaded the Black Temple, and they might come here at any time. However, Ner'zhul knew that it was too late for mankind. He held the Scepter of Sargeras in his right hand and the Scepter of Sargeras in his left hand.

Eye of Dalaran. These two artifacts gather the energy of the earth and channel it into Ner'zhul's body.

"It's time!" he shouted, the tip of the scepter touching the center of the Eye of Dalaran. The remaining energy contained in the two relics flowed through his arms and into his body. His eyes were shining, and he

He can still see that magic is constantly flowing around him. The curtain between Draenor and other worlds is about to be unveiled!

The earth was trembling, and deafening screams were heard from the clouds. The continent of Draenor was wailing in pain and resisting.

The Dark Temple also began to shake. Ner'zhul staggered to his feet. He could feel the magic passing through the space, forming a passage to connect to another world!

A whirlpool of light appeared above them. It was a rift in space. Ner'zhul recognized it. It was like this when Gul'dan opened the Dark Portal! The connection between worlds. Ner'zhul's twins

Laughing, savoring the victory. He did it! He opened a space rift!

Moreover, there was more than one. Other cracks were also emerging on the continent of Draenor, covering the entire planet. Ner'zhul no longer cared about this. He just looked up at the space crack closest to him above his head. It felt like

newborn!

In the moment when he was distracted, the Eye of Dalaran in his hand broke away from his palm, flew through the air, and stopped in the hands of a tall, shoulder-width man with white hair and wearing a purple robe. The magic in his hand

The light emitted by the staff symbolizes that he is a powerful mage.

There is a human behind the mage. He is well-armored, holding a two-handed war hammer that shines with dazzling white light, and a short sword on his back.

Ner'zhul did not recognize them, but they had disturbed his moment of glory!

"Looks like I'm going to finish you off on my way out!" he yelled, raising his hands. The ground beneath his feet cracked open on both sides. Rocks rose upward, pelting Turalyon and Khadgar.

The human magician realized that this guy was not a warlock, but a shaman!

Ner'zhul turned around and shouted to everyone, "Cross the rift! Now! Glory and a new world await us!"

A Shadowmoon orc warlock stared at Ner'zhul in shock. "Are we the ones leaving alone? Where are the rest of the tribe? Kargath and his Shattered Hand clan are still fighting, and there is Gaiaan on the Nagrand plains."

Grandmother's Mag'har, Grom, and the Warsong clan, they are still in Azeroth. Women and children are everywhere. Are we abandoning them like this? There is no honor in doing so!"

Ner'zhul's eyes widened. After hearing these words, the belief in his heart suddenly disappeared. He realized that it was this burden of thinking about his people that had been suppressing him. He realized that this was

What a heavy burden. What the Skull of Gul'dan said to him reappeared in his ears, and a voice told him:

He is free.

Ner'zhul did not refute the warlock. The old shaman stretched out his hand, lightning gathered in his palm, and a death ray was emitted, hitting the warlock's chest and knocking him back. The warlock hit the wall and gradually moved towards

He slid down and never stood up again.

Ner'zhul faced the other orcs who were looking directly at him. Most of them had panic on their faces. "There is no need to wait for others. They have completed their mission. From now on, everything we get will belong to us alone."

I am the tribe, and I will survive. Choose me, or stay here and die!"

Ner'zhul threatened, but no one made any move. He was furious, why did he still care about their life and death? He used his powerful power to enslave the wind element, float into the air, and maintain the crack.

, and finally flew in.

Then, the crack disappeared.

"We are too late, he is gone." Khadgar finally broke free from the shackles of the elements, but when he raised his head, Ner'zhul had already walked into the crack. "He must have closed that crack!"

"But you already have the Eye of Dalaran." Turalyon pointed out. "This thing is very important, isn't it?"

Khadgar nodded. "But he took the Staff of Sargeras with him."

"Then do you have any method of tracking him?" Turalyon asked.

Khadgar shook his head and admitted, "I don't know what spell Ner'zhul used, and I don't know what world he went to. So, even if I can open a new crack here, I can't guarantee it.

It can bring us to the same world." Then, his attention gradually shifted to something. Khadgar frowned and walked forward, facing the things on the ground where Ner'zhul just stood.

runes.

"What's this?"

Khadgar asked doubtfully, and then walked into the center of the runes. Suddenly, his head shook back, his mouth opened wide, and he screamed silently. Such huge energy! It swept across like a spreading flame.

He burned his meridians, making his senses almost unbearable. At the same time, he also understood everything - why Ner'zhul left Hellfire Citadel and came here to release spells. Because he couldn't do it there, there was nothing there

Enough energy for him to use. Ner'zhul is a shaman, not a mage. He uses the power from the world itself. And this is the gathering point of the world's energy.

Khadgar strengthened his will. He slowly relaxed his senses and allowed the new energy to gradually adjust until it became almost inaudible. Then he opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Turalyon asked.

"It's terrible!" Khadgar gasped, trying his best to find words to describe what he saw. "Ner'zhul opened more than one passage. There are many... so many, all over the world. They release chaos.

, this level...! Draenor simply cannot bear it. These cracks... they will destroy the entire world."

Turalyon stared at him.

The paladin asked with a pale face, "What should we do now? How long will it take?"

Just when Khadgar was about to answer, the Dark Temple and the surrounding ground suddenly began to tremble. The volcano in front of the temple also began to surge, spewing more contaminated lava. Then, they heard a deafening sound

A crackling sound came from behind them.

They looked over there together and saw a mountain range sinking directly into the ground.

Draenor, just as Khadgar predicted, is on the verge of collapse!

But what the Archmage was afraid of was another thing, and he also shouted out: "Azeroth is in danger! Our world is interconnected. The harm done here may seep into our world through the Dark Portal.

, let Azeroth be affected too!”

"Can you close the Dark Portal?"

"I have the Skull of Gul'dan. The Book of Medivh is also here." He said.

Turalyon nodded, "Let's gather the soldiers first."

But Khadgar shook his head and said, "There's not enough time!" He grabbed the other person's shoulders and insisted. "Don't you understand? Turalyon, I'm sorry..." He choked and took a deep breath: "But...

...If the Dark Portal cannot be closed immediately, when Draenor collapses, Azeroth will be doomed!"

At this moment, he saw the coexistence of understanding and unwillingness in Turalyon's eyes. But the paladin just nodded. "Let's ride the gryphon. That's the fastest way." Turalyon said, straightening up.

His shoulders. "Before we leave, I will explain to the soldiers. Although the time is short, they must understand."

Khadgar nodded and watched him leave.

At the same time, he suddenly saw something moving in the farthest distance of his sight. When he got closer, he saw that it was the orc that Ner'zhul attacked before crossing the portal. The other person groaned, and it was obvious that he was undergoing a huge...

He was in pain, but still raised his head and looked at Khadgar weakly.

Khadgar hesitated. He wanted to take the life of this orc, but he did not do it because he felt that the orc had not long to live.

Oroonok Splitheart coughed twice and watched Khadgar leave. He definitely saw a trace of pity in this human's eyes!...

Khadgar opened the book and flipped through a few pages. As he expected, the book contained a lot of details about how Medivh and Gul'dan worked together to create the portal. With these details, and what still remains in Gul'dan

With the power in the Skull, Khadgar believes that he can now close the Dark Portal. However, he must hurry up!

He heard the sound of flapping wings and looked up. Several griffins were hovering in the sky, their wings spread out, ready to land at any time. Khadgar saw Kurdran, nodded, and put the Book of Medivh into his

pocket, then grabbed the dwarf's outstretched hand, jumped forward and sat on the griffin.

"Come up!" Khadgar shouted towards Kurdran.

"We can't waste time! Go to the Dark Portal!"

The dwarf pulled the reins, and the griffon under his crotch screamed and rose into the air. Khadgar looked at the Dark Temple below. With the help of the griffin, they could reach the Dark Portal in a few minutes.

No need to waste hours or even days.

"Look below!" Kurdran shouted. Khadgar looked around and saw scattered orcs rushing towards the Dark Portal. Ner'zhul's betrayal made the orcs on Draenor

The clan felt at a loss, and they all realized one thing - the Dark Portal is the only stable one among all portals, and can also take them to a world where they can survive.

"Damn it! The Dark Door must be guarded!"

Kurdran immediately whistled, and the griffon knights following him immediately began to attack. Turalyon's army could not arrive in time. Khadgar asked Kurdran to send a griffin knight to return to Watchfort first, leaving the remaining

The army immediately went to set up defenses around the Dark Portal.
To be continued...