Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

A person's character is often seen at the most critical moment.

Kael'thas felt a little ashamed. Even though he had known about the choices of these alliance heroes, he was still moved by these people after seeing them with his own eyes.

However, he couldn't make the same choice.

Kael'thas had too many cares and responsibilities in the original world, and he couldn't let go.

He was silent and saluted these commanders as he walked, using the grandest etiquette.

"Goodbye."

Kael'thas said goodbye, but he paused after taking a few steps toward the Dark Portal.

"Lord Turalyon..."

He turned back and stared at Turalyon:

"Don't be too impulsive. If you can, please act together with everyone!"

Kael'thas didn't know what caused Turalyon's disappearance or death, but he knew very well that when the Alliance and the Horde returned to this land after the reconstruction of the Dark Portal, there was no news about Turalyon.

His kind reminder was just to change this fate.

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

Although Turalyon was a little surprised, he still remembered these words after he noticed that Kael'thas didn't look joking.

And this also allowed the future Elf King to see his existence when he set foot on this land again.

Even though many things had changed then, Turalyon was still the same Turalyon, but Kael'thas was no longer the same Kael'thas...

The elves left the battlefield here and walked back towards Dalaran with the Book of Medivh and the Skull of Gul'dan.

While passing through Stormwind City, Kael'thas went in and told Varian about the decision of those people.

"How does this work!"

Varian, the young king full of justice, was furious.He could not agree with the expeditionary force's sacrificial approach.

"And what do you plan to do, Your Majesty?"

Kael'thas wanted to know what Varian was doing.

"I want to gather soldiers immediately and ask other kingdoms to support me. We can form a stronger team to help!"

Varian said this with firm eyes.

[But you don’t have time...]

Kael'thas wanted to say this, but in the end he could only sigh.

"Then please hurry up, they don't have that much time."

There was no harm in Varian's approach, even if he didn't make it in the end.But Kael'thas remembered that a few clans would escape Draenor at the last minute—and they could be a boon to the Alliance's new ranks.

After a brief meeting, Kael'thas took his leave.

"Your Majesty, if you were in my position on Draenor. What choice would you make?"

Before leaving, Kael'thas asked Varian.

"I will do the same as you, Your Highness."

"We all have our own responsibilities..."

Varian's answer made Kael'thas feel better.

Be it a king or not.No matter whether they are princes, their lives cannot be given up casually.

The Book of Medivh and the Skull of Gul'dan successfully returned to Dalaran, and were then placed under Antonidas' care.

"You did very well."

Antonidas just praised lightly, and then went to have a meeting with several other kings.

The alliance formed another team very quickly and rushed towards the Dark Portal on the third day.

Unfortunately they were still too late.

In Draenor, Ner'zhul was standing in a circle engraved with runes in the center, casting spells. The sky was filled with lightning, thunder, and dark clouds.The magic circle gathered the entire Draenor leyline network at his feet, filling his body with energy.

The old sorcerer had enough strength, and his elite followers stood around him to defend against any danger that might arrive.

But there are countless orcs outside blocking the alliance's attack.

"It's almost time."

Ner'zhul carefully felt the changes in time.Then at a certain moment, he picked up the Scepter of Sargeras and recited a long spell.

The power of the shadow made the entire sky darker and darker, the air vibrated, and the earth roared.

Powerful magic flowed into Ner'zhul's body.He laughed and waved his scepter, slicing apart the worlds in the void one by one, opening many space cracks in the air.

"This is the rift to the new world."

Ner'zhul roared with joy, his whole body shaking with excitement.

As long as he goes to the new world, he can get rid of the devil and be free.

But he hasn't acted yet.The entire world of Draenor shook.

All those who were fighting stopped fighting and stared in a certain direction with their mouths open.

They saw the earth cracking open, mountains falling into the void, and the entire world shattering.

The planet Draenor is tearing itself apart—

"Quickly, go and destroy the Dark Portal!"

"This world is being torn apart, and its turmoil will be transmitted to our world through the Dark Portal!!"

Khadgar's expression changed greatly. He called for the human soldiers to pick up the weapons they had prepared and began to attack the Dark Portal.

Several groups of orcs broke through the alliance's defense line with lightning speed and ran directly towards the Dark Portal.

"It's Grom!"

The leading orc was soon spotted and reported to Turalyon.

"Seal it down and prevent the orcs from invading our world again."

"Defend our homeland!"

Turalyon shouted, his body shining with holy light.

The Alliance soldiers obeyed the order, roared and stood in front of more orcs, stopping their actions.

Until the Dark Portal was completely destroyed, few orcs broke out of the world.

However, the shock in Draenor is still there, and the entire land is becoming more and more broken, and I don’t know when it will stop.

"Let's escape first."

Ner'zhul was frightened by the vibration. He led his elite men and randomly selected a space crack to rush in.

The other orcs and humans can only stay in Draenor and wait for the changes to stop.

Of course, this world will not completely perish in the end.

Ner'zhul, on the other hand, thought he had escaped the control of the demon, but he did not expect that he would be killed by Kil'jaeden, one of the demon leaders, and his demons as soon as he stepped into the Twisting Nether, a dark dimension that connects all worlds. Demonic minions ambush.

The demons tore his body apart and placed Ner'zhul's soul into a finely carved block of ice, harvested from the far reaches of the Twisting Nether, as hard as diamond and beyond the reach of any human being. Escape.

"Enjoy the betrayal."

Kil'jaeden said these words and disappeared.

Ner'zhul enjoyed the biting cold and fear in the ice, causing his soul to scream.

"Quiet, new kid."

A sinister voice scolded Ner'zhul, causing the orc warlock to look around - unfortunately he forgot that he was a soul now.

"Who are you!?"

Ner'zhul asked.

"I?"

"Hahaha... I am a high elf mage, at least... I was..." RQ