Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 Kil'jaeden’s exile was not the end of the battle.

　　 Because at this moment, Draenor has entered the countdown to destruction.

Kil'jaeden exiled Ner'zhul under his anger. In order to enter this world, the fraudsters had to resort to violence when no one presided over the summoning circle, which aggravated the turbulence in space and artificially made Draenor possess one. This space gravity, "sucks" oneself into this world.

　　 Unexpectedly, Kil'jaeden's last vicious revenge gave Lothar a chance to comeback. He was also hit by the Hammer of Khaz'goroth and was helplessly banished from the world.

　　 Although Kil'jaeden was gone, Draenor's space gravity did not dissipate, but instead caused the violent energy of the Twisting Void to flood in quickly.

　　 "Go!"

　　 Khadgar tried to teleport with Drunken Wind and Maraad, but the violent spatial flow made it difficult for Khadgar, who was on the verge of exhaustion of mana, to cast spells.

　　 "Pious halo!"

　　 At a critical moment, Maraad opened the aura of devotion, and Khadgar reluctantly teleported away from the dark temple.

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　　 After all the expeditionary coalition forces boarded the Storm Fortress, this huge spacecraft set off and headed directly north to the Dark Gate in the eastern part of the Tanaan Jungle.

　　 sat in the storm fortress, and Drunk Wind breathed a sigh of relief-at this time, even if the Dark Portal cannot go through, it is a big deal to come back to Azeroth for a voyage to the star realm.

　　 I don't know how long, Drunk Wind fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he found that he was already lying on the bed.

　　 "Are you awake?" Seeing that Drunk Wind woke up, Onyxia by the bed handed over a piece of bread, "No, take a bite. After eating, go cook for me."

　　 Drunk Wind: "……"

　　 A meal of charcoal-grilled Tabu whole lamb made Onyxia go back to rest with satisfaction.

　　 Drunk Wind came to the hall. It may be late at night, and the hall is extremely empty, and even Naaru is not in his place.

　　 Standing in the lobby of the Storm Fortress, Drunk Wind looked through the bright crystal window and looked at Draenor, who was disintegrating outside, with emotion.

Countless mountains are retreating rapidly. The last time they came by taking a hairy dragon, these places were very dilapidated, but they were still alive, but now it seems that at least Shadowmoon Valley and Tanaan Jungle will not be There will be normal animals again-the remaining animals will either die from this explosion or be eroded by various energies.

　　 Zuifeng thought that with his own participation, this expedition would be a smooth journey, but he did not expect to experience so much.

　　 One after another familiar faces suddenly left, making the drunk wind accustomed to smooth sailing had to carefully examine what he did.

Perhaps because the past operations in Pandaria were too smooth, Drunk Wind finally realized that he was a little underestimated-the devil is not the mogu who only knows to use brute force, nor the mantid who has conflicts between the council and the queen, not only Cunning and clever centaur.

　　 These demons that once destroyed all realms are hard to estimate in terms of strength or quantity.

　　 "The next time we fight, we won't make so many sacrifices."

　　 Khadgar walked out as he was muttering to himself.

　　 "Hey, Drunk Wind, are you okay." Khadgar's voice was very hoarse.

　　 "It's okay, at least I survived-it's you, do you still have the strength to close the dark door?" Drunk wind patted Khadgar on the shoulder, "I always feel that your small body is going to fall apart."

　　 "No, I'm young again." Khadgar tried hard to straighten his chest, but couldn't help but began to cough violently, "Well, there are still some problems."

　　 "When will I be able to reach the Dark Portal?"

"I asked Vinylon, he said it would be possible at dawn... It's very strange, I obviously don't understand his language, but these thoughts appeared in my heart." Said Vinylon, Khadgar showed his role as a The curiosity of the mage, "To be honest, I really hope to find an opportunity to study the Naru people, well~ Unfortunately, this seems impossible."

　　 "I remember what you said!" Zuifeng raised his eyebrows toward Khadgar, "If any Naaru disappears one day, you are the first suspect."

　　 The next day, the expeditionary coalition finally reached the Dark Portal.

　　 Standing in front of this huge dark door, the expeditionary soldiers from Draenor looked like a world away.

　　 A month ago, soldiers stepped on the corpses of the orcs and their comrades and came to Draenor through this gate.

　　 In the following month, after a hard battle, the orcs were punished, the demons were defeated and exiled, and the most respected commander of all, Sir Lothar, gave his life.

　　 Khadgar took the Skull of Gul'dan, resisted the impact of the evil soul in it, and began to cast the spell.

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　　 At the same time, in Azeroth, the orcs of the Blasted Lands can no longer hold on.

　　 Lost supplies, without reinforcements, cannot break through the blockade of mankind.

The orcs are hungry and skinny. What's more terrifying is that the power of the demon blood they drink is gradually declining, which makes them weak and lacking in fighting spirit. If it is not for human beings unwilling to pay casualties and directly attack the orcs camp, I am afraid At that time, most orc warriors would become captives.

　　 Just when Khadgar cast a spell to close the Dark Portal on the side of Draenor ~ www.ltnovel.com~ On the side of Azeroth, Grommash Hellscream finally waited for the Dark Portal to change.

　　 He raised the **** roar in his hand excitedly, and his loud voice awakened every orc in the barracks who had fallen asleep because of weakness.

　　 "Get up, lads! Ner'zhul finally sent the signal! We can go home!"

　　 In the cheers of all the orcs, Grommash took out the amulet that Ner'zhul gave him when he was leaving.

"Remember, when the dark gate appears black ripples, it means that the gate is about to restart. At that time, I have prepared everything. You forcefully break this talisman under the dark gate so that you can I’ve been positioned so that we can teleport to another world together.”

　　 Grommash remembered Ner'zhul's instructions, walked to the dark gate, and smashed the talisman to pieces.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Unfortunately, this talisman is not a spatially positioned thing, but a shadow bomb...

　　 Ner'zhul made up his mind from the beginning and gave up the Warsong clan. He took advantage of Grommash's arrogance and attention to the honor of the warrior to fool him into guarding the dark gate for himself.

In Ner'zhul’s plan, once the Dark Portal was closed by him in Draenor, Grommash in Azeroth would smash this shadow bomb, and then the side of Azeroth , The dark door will also be closed-no one can find himself.

　　 The plan is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

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