Nethergarde."

"Watch our hard-won victory."

Khadgar seemed unwilling to say too much on this issue, and his silence did not affect the enthusiasm of the other commanders. In the eyes of these soldiers, the war was over and they were enjoying the peaceful time wantonly.

After the banquet, Khadgar walked alone on the slopes of the crater. He looked at the remaining half stone pillars and steps at the bottom of the valley below, and endless questions shone in his heart.

"What is the world of Draenor, the home of the orcs, like?"

"What kind of power does it contain in a world that is dying and forcing orcs to invade and migrate?"

"The most important thing is, is the war really over? Are the orcs who fled back to Draenor really willing to die with their world?"

Khadgar's eyes were filled with unquenchable doubts, and he instinctively felt that things might not be that simple.

Yes... Soon, soon the answers to all questions will be presented to Khadgar in an unimaginable way.

Of course, that may not be what he wants...

In the dark sky of the Draenor world, Tyrion stood on top of the undead dragon, his gray hair flying in all directions. He watched the green vortex of the Dark Portal in the distance disappear little by little, and the death knights stood behind him.

, the little dwarf they captured lay on the back of the dragon, staring helplessly with his big eyes, wiping tears, everyone knew...

The road back to Azeroth was closed, and they were left here, in a strange world.

"Let's go! Let's take a good look at this new world..."

Tyrion didn't have much emotion. He felt sincerely free in Draenor. He snapped his fingers, and the undead dragon jumped in the direction, killing a wyvern that couldn't dodge and the orc behind it.

Knight, amidst the screams of the orcs, the death knight played with the brand new skull in his hand and rubbed his chin:

"Where should we go first?"

"By the way... let's go to Shadowmoon Valley first to see our dear Mr. Nerozhu."
Chapter completed!