Chapter 100 Expedition

"What? The Book of Medivh? You said their target is the Book of Medivh?"

Turalyon used the Holy Light to torture the Death Knight into revealing the purpose of the orcs launching this war. Khadgar was shocked when he heard it.

"I once had the honor of reading the Book of Medivh, which records all the magic of Medivh during his lifetime, and even the concept of space travel magic. The Dark Portal had not yet been opened. After Medivh and Gul'dan started the Dark Portal, Medivh must have written this magic into the Book of Medivh!"

Tula frowned: "What does this mean?"

Khadgar replied: "This shows that the orcs are not retreating! Instead, they are taking these treasures back to their world to open the door to other worlds!"

Danas on the side said: "That's perfect, let the orcs harm other worlds."

Tulayang said: "Don't think like that, once the orcs get enough resources in other worlds, they will definitely return to our world!"

Danas asked back: "Then what are you going to do?"

"Attack." Turayan said, "Attack their world and destroy their plan, for the peace of other worlds and for Azeroth."

The room suddenly became quiet. Fighting in the world of orcs is not like fighting in Azeroth. Everything there is unknown.

Khadgar broke the silence: "I agree."

Aqiang, who commanded the elves to defend the Watchtower, also said: "We have always wanted to take revenge on the Shou people, and now the time has come!" Danath

also agreed with Turayan's idea. Turayan nodded and said: "Then I will return to Lordaeron immediately to report this news to His Majesty the King."

A blue light flashed, and Turayan used the hearthstone to return to Lordaeron. The king agreed to Turayan's plan and prepared to send half of the Alliance army to support them.

Turayan returned to Nethergarde. Now the only question left was who to send. After discussion, it was finally decided that five generals would jointly command the expedition. They were the commander-in-chief Turayan, the archmage Khadgar, the elven general Lor'themar, Theron (Aqiang), the cavalry general Danas, and the griffon rider Kurdran. Hammer.

It was late at night, and Khadgar sat in the open space. Soldiers who volunteered to join the expedition were writing letters home, Turayan was still patrolling and making final preparations, Lor'themar and Danath handed their belongings to their lieutenants and said farewell words to them, Kurdran was drinking with his dwarf companions, and he was the only one looking at the moon. His teacher was dead, and his good friend Lothar, who had fought side by side with him, was also dead. After returning from Silvermoon City, Turayan had become much more distant from him. No one cared about him, so even if he died in Draenor, no one would be sad...

"Khadgar."

Khadgar was stunned when he heard someone behind him calling him to turn around.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Richard sat next to Khadgar.

"If I remember correctly, this is the first time you called my name correctly."

"Hahaha." Richard took out a blue rune. "I heard you were going to Draenor. This is a gift for you. I enchanted it myself. It can increase your magicka reserve."

Khadgar took it and was touched. "Thank you."

Richard took out a dozen letters and a white rune. "These were sent to me by the girls in the Golden Rose who are close to you. The letters were written by them, and the runes were bought with their own money. I can help you resist the damage once."

Richard stood up and patted Khadgar's shoulder: "I won't disturb your private time with the girls. But, Khadgar..."

Khadgar looked at him, and Richard said: "Don't die, I want to call your name wrong, just like when we first met."

Khadgar listened to his words and fell into memories. He still remembered the first time they met

. "My name is Khadgar."

"Hello, Khadgar."

"My name is Khadgar!"

"Well, okay, Khadgar."

At that time, I just frowned and ignored him, and I didn't expect so many things to happen later. Khadgar smiled, opened a letter and read it. "Dear Khadgar..." After reading

all the letters, Khadgar lay on the ground and looked at the stars in the sky. In the letters, some of the women encouraged, some worried, and some blessed.

"There are still so many people in Azeroth who care about me. I must come back alive..."

"They are coming!" In front of the Dark Portal, Rexxar stood beside Grommash with his war wolf. He was one of the few warriors who were not from the Warsong Clan.

"They are coming." Grommash licked his lips bloodthirstily as he looked at the direction where the Alliance army was rushing, his eyes flashing with killing light.

"Son of Lothar! Charge!" Turayang shouted, and every soldier shouted slogans and rushed towards the Dark Portal from all directions.

"Come on, tiny Alliance! Let me taste your blood!"

The Alliance, which had the advantage in numbers, was getting closer and closer to the Dark Portal. The orc warlock who was left beside Hell's Roar quietly approached the side pillar of the Dark Portal and took out the device to stick to it.

Khadgar sensed something unusual from a distance and immediately cast a spell, knocking the orc warlock's arm away. Aqiang shot an arrow at the device in the sky.

"Boom!"

The violent explosion shook the entire battlefield, and both the Alliance and the Horde stopped fighting. Grommash squatted down to protect his head, and the broken stones fell on him. He felt that he had been deceived. This was not a piece of equipment that could be teleported back to Draenor. With this level of explosion, the damn Talon Bloodfiend wanted to destroy him and the damn Alliance together!

"Catch him!" Grommash ordered his soldiers to catch the warlock with a broken arm. Damn the Horde! Now he had to fight for his own survival and that of his clan! I must survive, so that those who intend to kill me will pay their own price!

The Alliance will recover faster than the Horde. One team of soldiers has passed through the Dark Portal, while the other team is resisting the counterattack of the Horde warriors.

"That's it!" Grommash looked at the Alliance soldiers entering the Dark Portal. No matter who wins in the end, they will pay a heavy price. Grommash called out to the Warsong Clan, "Let's keep fighting! Warsongs! Fight like orcs! Tear them to pieces!"

While the Warsong Clan was fighting bloody battles for survival, the assault team led by Turayan had already passed through the Dark Portal. The red cracked plains were so similar to the one on the other side of the Dark Portal. The only difference was that the ground under their feet was made of bones...