Dawn of Lordaeron

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On the red land almost identical to the cursed land, Lothar slowly rode the death horse across the vast plains.

The sky above his head was a dark curtain, and strips of countless stars dotted every part of the black sky.

At the farthest point of view, Lothar could see that this piece of land was continuously disintegrating, and the energy collapse caused by the explosion of the portal spread to the entire outer domain.

Every second, countless planetary remains are drawn into the dark void and become part of the icy dust of the universe.

Even the death knight was shocked by the dead silence displayed in this land. The creatures that can survive in the Hellfire Peninsula are basically contaminated with all kinds of energy.

They have long been out of the category of creatures themselves and have become crazy monsters.

The broken planet can no longer provide any guarantee for the life of this world. At the moment the planet disintegrated, the power from the dark void and the demon's residual evil energy impacted every inch of land on the Hellfire Peninsula.

Lothar couldn't help but worry: Can the Alliance Expeditionary Force that entered the Dark Portal really survive in such a world?

I am afraid that the Scourge is stationed in the Outland, and we must also worry about the various energies that are eroding the debris of the world all the time.

Desolate, dilapidated, and lifeless, it was Lothar's only knowledge of this place during his time on the Hellfire Peninsula.

After swaying on the plain for a while, Lothar hadn't seen any signs of intelligent life activities except for killing some native mutant species.

He found a hiding place, threw down all the useful materials collected from the monsters, and pierced his rune sword into the ground.

Lothar fumbled for a while in his pocket, took out a yellowed sheepskin scroll, spread it out, dipped the monster blood he collected with the gravel on the ground, and tapped a corner of the scroll.

However, the scroll did not respond as he wanted, Lothar frowned, and it seemed that the blood of those monsters had also changed sex, and the scroll could not be activated.

Putting down the stone, Lothar took out a small tube of blood from his waist bag. This was brought from Azeroth, but the amount of materials he could carry was not much, so he wondered whether he could replace it with local creatures.

Obviously the result disappointed him. In any case, at least this blood is difficult to directly use for the original magic ritual.

But it doesn't matter, Lothar had considered this situation before he came, and he had enough materials to complete the next thing.

The enchanted scroll was torn apart, and the magic power stored in the scroll gushed out, and began to outline light blue runes one after another in the space in front of Lothar.

These runes were arranged in order, shining and dim from time to time, Lothar thought about it, and took another thing from his pocket.

A bottle of golden liquid is just the water from the Sunwell.

The magic in the scroll seems to be insufficient to complete this ritual, but fortunately he brought a bottle of Sunwell water with him just to be on the safe side.

The process of injecting energy into the runes is not complicated. Even if Lothar is a death knight who is a monk, he can easily handle it. Soon, when the well water in the bottle was almost half consumed, the runes all lit up with dark blue light. .

Immediately afterwards, they spread out quickly, spreading out in a plane of the space, and as Lothar closed the cap of the well water bottle, a biting cold wind blew him.

The Hellfire Citadel does not have such a low temperature. The other side of the teleportation formation built by the rune group is the top floor of the Icecrown Citadel, where the Frozen Throne is located.

The great lich Kel'Thuzad stood tall on the throne platform. He had already prepared the magic circle, waiting for the moment Lothar opened the portal.

Under the gathering of the Frozen Throne, the soul energy followed the magic of the Great Lich, forcibly expanding the temporary portal established by the magic power in the sun well water several times.

The door, which could only accommodate one person to pass through, was now enough for Anub'arak's huge body to pass through.

"Success!" Orgrim was excited, Lothar actually found a way to open the portal to Draenor!

But this excitement didn't last a few seconds before it was extinguished by the sight before Orgrim's eyes.

"This... this is Tanaan?" Orgrim looked at the land opposite the portal in disbelief.

Grommash's mouth also moved, and finally he chose to accept this reality.

"It should not be wrong. According to Lothar's footsteps, in such a short time, he cannot leave the Dark Portal too far."

"Stop talking nonsense, this portal can't be maintained forever, quickly take people through the portal!"

The great lich urged the generals of the Scourge to maintain such a portal, which requires a huge amount of magic power. Although most of this comes from the broken souls lost in Northrend, Kel'Thuzad, who is responsible for guiding the magic power, still bears the burden. Little pressure.

Orgrim and the others stopped talking nonsense. They took part of the Scourge's elite and quickly passed through the portal. Kel'Thuzad took a look and confirmed that everyone had passed through, and he floated into the portal in.

Without Kel'Thuzad's support, the portal quickly dissipated, but everyone was not worried.

"Have you got the accurate coordinates?" Orgrim asked Kel'Thuzad.

"Of course, but I need some time to establish contact with Azeroth. Your Majesty told us not to establish a permanent two-way channel, so we can only find a way to get a semi-permanent one."

Kel'Thuzad’s profound knowledge and powerful magic made him quickly see the operating rules of the broken world of Outland. His upper and lower jaws joined together, seeming to be laughing, "Interesting, this world has not been completely darkened. Devouring the Void, this is also an unprecedented discovery in the history of magic."

Having said that, Kel'Thuzad gathered a group of necromancers he had brought, and began to build a position in the hiding place Lothar was looking for.

Anub'arak led the Crypt Demon to dig a passage under the ground, preparing to turn it into a permanent station for the Scourge.

Orgrim and Grommash didn't have to intervene in the construction of the camp. They went to a high place and looked at a crimson desolate land. A strange emotion also arose in the cold heart.

"This is... the world we used to live in." Grommash sighed.

Orgrim patted Gromash on the shoulder, "Look at it, when we chose to take that path, this was already destined-it's just that Ner'zhul's bastard made this The progress has accelerated a bit."

Grommash suddenly wanted to talk about the orcs who were still in Draenor, but this idea was stopped by him when he was about to speak.

He is no longer an orc of the tribe, and now he is under the orders of a powerful dark existence.

It's just that this dark existence seems to be to fight "evil", which makes Grommash somewhat incomprehensible.

"This is your original hometown?" Lothar leaned over and asked casually, "It must have not always been like this."

"Yes, before Gul'dan induced the old tribe to build the Dark Portal, can you imagine that this was once a dense forest full of thorns, with all kinds of animals and plants living in it, a perilous but full of vitality? soil of."

Orgrim shrugged, "But after the fel energy of Gul'dan and his warlocks contaminated this land, the Tanaan Jungle decayed day by day, until it became a wasteland.

And with regard to the tragedy of Tanaan, I guess that Draenor should have been completely unrecognizable, and I don't know if we can still find what we need in this land."

The Scourge spent time in the Outland, but it was not for them to reminisce about the old days. They came to investigate the situation in the Outland, but also to find a way to further strengthen the Scourge.

"You are here," the great lich floated silently behind the three death knights.

"What's wrong, don't you need to continue to supervise the construction of the camp? Speaking of, leaving the big bat alone in Naxxramas, I always feel a little worried." Orgrim turned his head.

"Half of the demon's soul is in the master's sword. I didn't let him follow just because I didn't want him to attract the attention of the Burning Legion-this is not Azeroth, the troops of the Burning Legion are still stationed on the planet. On the ruins." Kel'Thuzad said.

"The Lich is right. We must be very careful when we act in Draenor. This place is far more dangerous than Azeroth."

Grommash narrowed his mouth, "Let's change the name, this place and the original Draenor are completely two places, I am afraid we will know this place again."

"That's not necessary, your majesty has already prepared it for us." Kel'Thuzad's white finger bone was a little bit, and three maps appeared in the hands of the three death knights.

They opened it and found that the basic topography of most of the Broken Draenor was completely marked, and even marked with the name and the area before it was destroyed.

"This map makes me feel... His Majesty the Lich King seems to know the world better than we do." Orgrim held the map for a long time, and finally only said this sentence, "Then follow the instructions on the map. Mark, call the broken Draenor the "Outland"... an area on the outer layer of the planet is really an appropriate name."

Lothar said, "You are in the stronghold first, and I will explore this unknown area. After all, maps alone cannot fully understand this place."

Lothar didn't want to help either, because he was strong enough to move on the Hellfire Peninsula alone, and if there were too many people, it would cause unnecessary troubles, such as fighting the grass and scaring the snake.

And they had already established basic communication. With the help of rune magic, Lothar could immediately receive assistance from the natural disaster camp, without having to bring people by his side.

So Lothar drove alone on the wasteland of Hellfire Peninsula, but this time he was no longer aimlessly looking for a suitable place to build a camp, but toward the fortress built by the expeditionary army marked on the map. Rush.

However, the journey was not as smooth as Lothar imagined.

After Illidan's forces entered the Hellfire Peninsula, they inevitably clashed with the current ruler of Outland, the Abyss Lord Matheridon.

Of course, Illidan also wanted to clashed with Magtheridon. He needed to solve this hidden danger so that Outland could truly become his control.

However, the conflict between Illidan and Magtheridon was not limited to the battle between the two of them. The war also affected other forces.

One of the unfortunate parties involved in this war is the Fort Glory, the stronghold of the Alliance Expeditionary Force on the Hellfire Peninsula.

When Lothar was riding a horse, his keen soul perception suddenly noticed a place not far from him, and seemed to have a very intense soul reaction.

It was definitely not a battle between wild beasts. Lotsala stayed on the reins of her horse, and rode a death horse on the spot for a while.

In the end, Lothar decided to check it out. If Illidan's troops collided with Magtheridon's subordinates, he chose to leave immediately.

However, when Lothar's figure appeared silently on the edge of the battlefield, he found that the party participating in the battle was indeed an orc enslaved by Magtheridon, but the small group of soldiers who were surrounded was wearing the old alliance model. Of armor.

These armors that had been worn for not knowing how long were already war-scarred, the weapons in the hands of the expeditionary soldiers were also badly damaged, Lothar even wondered whether the broken blades could cut through the simple protection of the orcs.

The expeditionary squad guarded a wagon without horses. The packhorse's body fell aside, with a hatchet on its neck, and blood still gurgling in the wound.

There were some supplies on the truck, and the expeditionary army squad paid a painful price to guard this "precious" logistic vehicle. Many of them have fallen under the siege of the orcs.

The number of orcs is not much larger than that of the expeditionary squad, but they are all orcs who have drunk demonic blood, and they may consume more than the orcs who invaded Azeroth.

Such an orc can tear through the worn armor of the expeditionary army even if it is empty-handed, but the expeditionary army has to hit multiple times to knock down a tenacious orc.

In this situation, the soldiers of the expeditionary army were quickly caught in a predicament. In addition, they had been protecting the carriage and the goods inside, and they were not willing to break through.

"What a bunch of fools..."

Seeing this scene, Lothar shook his head. He didn't know what to say. Of course he knew that these seemingly scarce supplies might be very important to the expeditionary army. The soldiers who escorted the supplies sworn to the death to defend the safety of supplies. , However, in this situation of basic defeat, trying to break through is the best way to reduce losses.

Otherwise, when the soldiers of the expeditionary army were slaughtered by the orcs, the materials fell into the hands of the opponent, and they all lost their lives.

This is precious courage, but it is not a tactic worth touting in this special period.

Seeing that the expeditionary squad was about to be wiped out, Lothar no longer stood idly by. He set his sights on the fallen orc corpses.

The members of the Alliance Expeditionary Army fought desperately, and they also brought a lot of losses to the orcs. The number of fallen orcs was almost equal to the number of orcs still alive, and these were now Lothar's weapons.

Dark energy quietly submerged into the orcs' corpses under Lothar's control. Those orcs whose brains were filled with magic blood did not notice that the corpses of their companions behind them were undergoing weird changes.