Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Illidan made arrangements long before the final decisive battle with Kil'jaeden. With the help of Khadgar, he sent his direct troops to another planet through one of the rifts in Draenor.

Although Illidan didn't state the origin of this planet, Andrea roughly guessed its name based on the records in the memo.

The broken planet that Sargeras, who was also the bronze titan, originally used to imprison the demons, is also the origin of the Burning Legion-Mardun.

Watching Illidan use the Scepter of Sargeras and the Skull of Gul'dan to open the space channel and sink into it, Andrea and Velen used the holy light to create wings behind them, and fled the scene before Kil'jaeden's flagship fired.

After Kil'jaeden returned to his flagship, the fel blood from the wound began to spurt out due to the restoration of gravity.

Lord Kil'jaeden! Are you all right?

An eredar officer, who had never seen a trickster injured before, tried to staunch Kil'jaeden's bleeding in a panic.

fine.

Kil'jaeden's face was a little gloomy, but he did not vent his calculation failure on his subordinates.

After the wound stopped bleeding, Kil'jaeden came to the bridge to inquire about the damage.

My lord, more than 90% of the fel battleships were destroyed by the opponent's suicide attack. Except for the severely damaged own ship, only a few of them are still able to move.

Captain Eredar asked cautiously, Should we continue the pursuit?

No.

Velen had disappeared from the field of vision, and Kil'jaeden sat back on his throne, commanding calmly, Go back, return to Argus, and I will bear the punishment of Sargeras.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Kil'jaeden said coldly, By the way, I want to ask what happened to the reinforcements he promised.

...

When Andrea and Velen followed the energy fluctuations of the Dark Portal to the portal, only the base of the Dark Portal was still floating tenaciously in the air, and the demons attacking the Dark Portal had long since disappeared.

The Arcatraz in the naaru frigate hovers above the Dark Portal, apparently awaiting the return of Velen and Andrea.

Instead of flying back to the Arcatraz, Andrea waved at the spaceship's monitor and rushed straight into the Dark Portal.

Returning to Azeroth, the silence in the vacuum was broken, and the chaotic shouts were urging the refugees away from the Dark Portal.

Confirming that the forbidden spaceship that landed at the end had also returned to Azeroth, Andrea and Velen looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

Velen put his vacant left hand on Andrea's back, and transmitted his holy light energy into Andrea's body.

After the transfer of Elune's Tears, a huge amount of the power of the Holy Light was transformed into shadow power.

At the same time when Khadgar, Ronin and others received the signal to close the Dark Portal, an enhanced collapse star like a black hole appeared in the center of the door frame.

The huge suction force pulled the heavy frame of the Dark Portal until it made a whining sound. Combined with the power of the two demigods, the Dark Portal that had stood in the cursed land for more than 20 years finally came to an end.

Most of the remaining structures were sucked into the unknown space by the collapsing star, leaving less than half of the base standing in tatters.

Huh~

With a sigh of relief, Andrea and Velen descended from the sky.

The cursed land, where fish and dragons were mixed together, suddenly fell silent under the awe of the mighty force that could make the portal of darkness collapse.

Um?

As soon as Andrea looked up, he saw half-baked evil orcs fighting the night elf army.

There are also here? It should have nothing to do with Illidan, right?

Before getting any answer from anyone, Celes, who was teleported at some time, hugged her husband's waist from behind, and leaned her soft body completely on Andrea's back.

I knew you'd be fine

So didn't I say that I would return safely? Andrea gently patted his wife's trembling hands, You still like to think too much.

...

With the return of the army from the expedition to Draenor, the rebellion of the Thunder King and the Blackrock orcs was quickly suppressed.

Thunder King Chief Fenris and Red, who claimed to be the Great Chief, were tied up and thrown in front of Andrea. At this time, Andrea was asking Niyana and Jarod about the changes in Azeroth.

Garona...

Andrea unexpectedly sighed in amazement, It turns out that Kil'jaeden is behind her, but...

Rubbing her chin in confusion, Andrea looked at Garona who was kneeling on the ground with her hands bound. Why would Sargeras carry out such a half-baked plan? It's not like the fallen titan I know.

Niyana shrugged and said, This is also something I don't understand. It's like Sargeras deliberately perfunctory Kil'jaeden's passive sabotage, but this kind of speculation is completely unreasonable.

Andrea's face changed, Could it be...

Temporarily suppress the speculation in his heart, if it is really what he thinks, Kil'jaeden may not have a good time returning to Argus this time.

The two incomplete evil orcs who were thrown in front of Andrea still did not intend to give in, especially Red, with a face of disobedience, I was like a great chief.

Crack!

Andrea was too lazy to talk nonsense with this mediocre man who couldn't recognize his abilities, and put two fingers together and drew an invisible sharp blade to cut off his head. Half red and half green blood sprayed Fenris on the side all over his head and face.

Niyana, drag this non-recyclable garbage down and burn it.

yes.

Crouching in front of Fenris, Andrea asked with a smile, Chief Fenris, do you want to die here like that trash?

Ho~tui!

Fenris, whose hands and feet were bound, spit thick phlegm at Andrea, but the phlegm was rebounded by an inexplicable force in mid-air, and finally fell on Fenris's own face.

There's nothing new about it.

Andrea shook her head in disappointment, I guessed that you would do such an old-fashioned behavior.

Fenris struggled furiously, his gnarled muscles rattled the chains that bound him.

The lackey of the alliance! Some kind will kill me!

Leticia on the side stomped Fenris' head to the ground with a blank expression, and didn't let go of her long and well-proportioned legs until Andrea waved her hand to signal her.

First, I want to correct your mistake.

Using the shadow energy to lift Fenris's bloody head from the air, Andrea still smiled and said, Night elves are not lackeys of the Alliance. Although we have a lot in common in protecting Azeroth, once we lose foreign enemies, we will be divided. Sooner or later there will be disputes.

Secondly, I am willing to talk nonsense with you because of your identity as an evil orc and your excellent fighting and commanding abilities. Let's cherish my hard-won life.

Although Andrea had a seemingly gentle smile on his face, Fenris, who was talking to him face to face, could feel a huge sense of threat all over his body like needle pricks.

It was as if crouching in front of him was not a normal humanoid, but a dangerous gronn... even stronger.

I give you two choices.

Andrea stood up from the ground and snapped out a finger, One, just as worthless as Red.

Second, I can send you to my fellow evil orcs, so that you can fight to the last moment of your life on the battlefield against demons.

Ten seconds, tell me your answer.