Speaking of Azeroth, Maraad thought of the alliance's advance troops not long ago. The human warrior named Danas invited him to travel to Azeroth. Unexpectedly, it would only be 2 months.

, he is about to go to Azeroth as a fugitive.

"Fate is really unpredictable..."

A helpless smile flashed across the face of the Grand Defender. It was a great joy to defeat the devil, but what followed was a damn nightmare. Standing in front of the Dark Portal, he desperately grabbed the Gur in his hand.

The Pill Skull was handed to the Draenei mage beside him.

"Idiran, you are the most skilled mage among the draenei."

Maraad looked at the Draenei woman wearing a sacrificial robe in front of him, and he said seriously: "Now, the fate of the race is in your hands!"

"Go, open the door of darkness, let's leave this damn world!"

The priest named Idiran looked at the world that had lived for 200 years behind her with some sadness, and she whispered:

"Grand Vindicator, can we...can we come back?"

This question caused the surrounding Draenei paladins to fall silent, while the Grand Advocate looked at the direction of the Fallon Peninsula, his eyes flashed with identification, and he said in a deep voice:

"Our people are still there, we will definitely come back, we... we must come back!"

While the Draenei were busy trying to open the Dark Portal, on the platform at the edge of the Dark Temple, Blood Lord Myra yawned in boredom, and in the spiritual link, she looked at what was hidden inside the Dark Temple.

Tyrion said:

"These Draenei are so slow to escape. It makes me want to help them..."

"Keep an eye on them, Myra. When the Dark Door opens, it's time to start the second phase of this scene."

On the top platform of the Dark Temple, Tyrion ended his communication with Myra and turned to look at the Crow God Anzu. The latter's huge body stood on the platform, occupying one-third of the position, but it was difficult to see

Coming out, the old demigod was a little nervous at this time.

"Can the Emerald Dream of Azeroth really save Rukhmar?"

Ansu stared at Tyrion closely and said incoherently:

"You promised me! You can't lie to me!"

"Oh my God!"

Tyrion rubbed his forehead with a headache:

"You have asked this question 43 times... What do you want me to say so that you can believe me? When you go there, you will be able to see the truth for yourself... But if you are in this anxious state,

You may not be able to deceive those insidious wilderness demigods. You have to know that each of them will live more than three times longer than you."

"Cheating? Yes, cheating!"

Ansu croaked twice: "Deception is my old profession, I will do it well, and for Rukhma, I will do it well!"

"That's good, relax. My friend, you see, I've even gone on stage to help you act..."

Tyrion shrugged, looked at Anzu, and after a moment, he whispered:

"By the way, after you gain a foothold there, remember to find some down-and-out druids with dark hearts... I need them to help me do something."

"Quack"

The Crow God made an unpleasant cry. It stared at Tyrion and flapped its stubby wings:
Chapter completed!