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The Gate of Darkness

Nathanos stood in the area of ​​Cursed Land for the third time. The first two times were wars against the tribes, and the third time he would travel through the gates of darkness to another world like Tulayan. At that time, Nathanos didn't understand Tulayan's choice very much, and almost fought when he was arguing with the Paladin. Now he had to do the same thing. In order to gain more living space for the Forgotten, and to find clues left by Neozu's research on magic, Nathanos convinced himself to try it.

"Kazak has passed through." Nathanos stood at a high place and looked down at the movements of the Dark Gate. As in memory, once this giant portal was opened, the clouds above the entire Curse Land would become weird and impermanent. "The series of clearly visible huge footprints in front of the Dark Gate meant that a big guy went to the outer realm."

"I'm afraid only Kazak can leave here first." Merriel Xiefeng stood beside Nathanos, and he was also depressed by the scene above. In the thick clouds, it seemed like a beast was roaring. Merriel was not afraid of any monsters and monsters rushing out from inside. What he was worried about was that too much movement would attract the attention of the alliance and the tribe in advance.

"The plan has changed." The Withering One suddenly said, frowned, nodded again, confirming his thoughts. "Let's enter early, don't wait any longer."

"What?" Merriel looked at Nathanos in confusion. "This is too reckless. We don't even know the situation behind the door. Didn't we say we should wait until the alliance and the Horde stabilized the situation here before taking action?"

"Then we missed the opportunity, Merell." Nathanos turned his head and looked at the mage. The Withered Man looked relaxed, and the mage revealed curiosity in surprise. He heard Belmont say that Nathanos was a little nervous, but now it seems...

"Then how do you keep us safe?"

"It's all about luck." The Lord of Forgotten replied, "At the beginning we only focused on what might happen on Azeroth. We thought that the Alliance and the Horde would take action, but what about the other side?"

"On the other side, do you think of the Outland?" The mage turned his gaze to the Dark Gate, "From the information of the Blood Elves, the Outland is now almost under the control of Illidan."

"If the betrayer finds that someone has stepped into his own world, he will definitely send troops to stop him, but it takes time to assemble the army, so Illidan cannot react at all, just like the Alliance tribe in a short time."

Merell understood Nathanos's words and made a short summary: "The gap in this time is our opportunity, right?"

"Yes." The Withered Nod, "But... there is another problem that needs to be solved, which is where we will go after we pass? We must not touch everywhere like headless flies." Nathanos turned around and nodded to Sirezego not far behind him, who ran over immediately.

"What's there to do?"

"Do you remember Drano's geographical appearance?" Nathanos asked, but Sirezego gave him an unconfident look. This is understandable, after all, many years have passed since the Second World War, and because Sirezego has been drunk in the tavern for a long time, his memory has been blurred.

"I only remember Nagran, Shadow Moon Valley, and the appearance of Tanaan Jungle, and the others..." The orc shook his head and said that he was powerless.

Nathanos sighed and asked, "So...is the dark gate of that world in three places you know?"

Sirezego's eyes lit up and he nodded in a hurry, as if he was afraid that if his answer disappointed the Withered, the other party would not take him back to the planet where he was in his hometown. "Remember, remember." The orc smiled, "In the Jungle of Tanaan."

"Very good." Nathanos said, nodding at the death hunter closest to him. The death hunter handed over paper and pen.

"According to your memory, draw the map of the Tanaan Jungle." The wither took out an old pocket watch from his pocket. Since he could not see the sun, he could not accurately predict the time and could only rely on technology. "Now there are three hours left before the night, and in three hours, we will pass through the door of darkness."

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Akama walked slowly in the quiet hall of dark temple. As soon as he looked up, he could see Illidan's tall figure standing at the top of the temple. He wanted to meet Illidan and wanted to ask when he could send someone else to carry out the task of custodying the prisoners. However, the betrayer, like the previous few times, refused his request for meeting.

The leader of the gray tongue swore to death was expelled, and the four elves members of the Ilidare Council asked him to return to the prison as soon as possible, and emphasized that this was the order of the betrayer. Akama wanted to know whether Ilidain knew that the four blood elves were actually the eyeliners placed by Kelthas next to him.

Akama walked through the Happy Garden. After a while, he found himself in the military area. He stared at the orcs who drank demon blood, all of whom were servants of Matheridon, the former overlord of the outer world. At that time, Matheridon led these butchers to madly harm the people of Akama, but now he must be under the same roof as these orcs. What makes him even more angry is that his status is not as good as these orcs.

I originally thought that Illidan would be different after ending the demon's rule, but the result was that the outer world had changed to a more evil master.

Gray tongue swears to survive, but most of them become hard labor, no different from slaves.

He trembled forward, attracting the attention of the orcs. He looked at all kinds of orcs below, their faces were very ugly, and he looked up at him with a look of contempt and arrogant eyes. Akama cursed these people. If he resisted, he could hide in the shadows and teach them a lesson with the sickle in his hand. But Akama ignored the orcs who whispered or laughed loudly. Compared to their humiliation, Akama cared more about the thoughts of those who followed him.

'They will laugh at me.'

Akama took a deep breath of dry air and felt hope flowing out when she exhaled the gas. Where is the way forward for the gray tongue swearing to death?

He is a "broken man". It is unjust and unreasonable to be a broken man because he has not committed any crimes, he is just a victim. How did the fall of the broken man happen? Especially how did a man like Akama, a person so talented and so loved by the Holy Light, fall to this point today.
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