Chapter 123 26. Through the Dark Gate

"The Holy Light is above!"

Surrounded by the soldiers, the hero who personally defeated Orgrim was sent to the commanders. The great knight Uther jumped up and grabbed the hero's arms, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Standing in front of him was the great knight Turalyon who disappeared with Marshal Lothar.

"They said you were dead! Killed by that death knight."

Fording also rushed up and looked at Turalyon nervously. His armor was covered with blood and dust, his face was pale, and there were two terrifying scars on his chest and abdomen, as if pierced by a sharp sword. .

There was a wry smile on Turalyon's pale face. He took a weak step forward and was immediately supported by Uther. The young paladin wiped his wound with some fear, and said in a low voice:

"Just a little bit, that death knight... Tyrion, he was so close to killing me, but his evil spirit wanted to see the Light bow before death, and this gave me the chance, the Light finally Bless me, but...uh!"

The paladin's body convulsed in pain, and he trembled abnormally. Fording hurriedly called out to the Holy Light to heal his brother's injuries. Under his treatment, Turalyon recovered with difficulty. On the ground, he was rubbing his forehead in pain, the veins on his face were bulging, but he couldn't say a word.

The assassin who was following Turalyon, the leader of SI:7, Mathias Shaw, said weakly for Turalyon:

"The death knight pierced our bodies and threw us there to die. If there were no follow-up paladins passing by, we might really die there, but I can feel that the death knight did evil to us magic, we...we're forgetting something."

"The Holy Light is above!"

Bishop Isenlien, who was urgently summoned, stepped forward quickly, with a soft holy light in his palm, he put his hand on Turalyon's shoulder, and began to check the great knight's physical condition.

The priests who followed the bishop also began to treat Mr. Shaw. They cut the bandage around Shaw's neck. The terrible injury made the faces of the priests change drastically. The death knight's ice blade almost completely cut the assassin's throat. This kind of injury is logically impossible to survive.

"He left us there to die..."

When Holy Light healed his wound, Shaw said with difficulty to the great knights around him:

"The real life is hanging by a thread, maybe it is really the Holy Light that protects us in the dark."

Shaw and Turalyon didn't know what happened after they fell, they attributed it to the blessing of the Holy Light, but in fact, Tyrion, who had left the Burning Plains, could be sure that in the magic sword Apocalypse he carried , There are definitely two souls that belong to Turalyon and Shaw.

But if their souls have been taken away by the death knight, then who are these two guys standing in front of everyone?

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An orc warlock who fled in a hurry ran around the battlefield in a daze. He held the bone staff in his hand and carefully avoided the pursuers behind him. However, after crossing a hill, he ran straight into the paladins in front of him. In the encirclement, he screamed, turned and ran, but the leading paladin had already rushed over on his horse, and when he was approaching, the sharp sword chopped off the head of the fleeing warlock, and his head flew into the air.

Alessandro Mograine, the paladin lord from Lordaeron, took the reins and threw the blood-stained sword to the attendant who came forward. The paladin moved his wrist, quite consciously. Dezhi looked at the cleared battlefield behind him, and then looked back at the carriage containing the important prisoners.

Around the carriage were 20 paladins and nearly 50 cavalry guards. Even during the rest time, there were several guards guarding the carriage, watching the surrounding battlefield vigilantly. Represents the important identity of the prisoner.

The orc chief Orgrim was finally captured on the battlefield. The paralytic poison in his body has not dissipated. The orc chief can only sit cross-legged in the caged carriage. He looks very depressed, but to be honest, except Except for the wounds cut by the excited soldiers when he was captured, the knights who escorted him did not abuse him.

"With all due respect, Lord Mograine, it is a long distance from here to Lordaeron. It is too unsafe to travel by land. There are orc scum trying to rescue him everywhere."

Attendant Fairbanks walked up to the felled orc warlock and began to search for the spoils. While looking at the warlock's belongings, he said to his officer:

"We have been attacked more than a dozen times before we left the Burning Plains. Orgrim's status in the eyes of the orcs is really high."

Mograine nodded his attendant's concerns. As a senior nobleman of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and a devout follower of the Holy Light, he is not afraid of fighting, but the task of escorting Orgrim is too important. It is necessary to judge the situation, so after the attendant expressed his worries, the paladin lord stroked his stubble and whispered:

"So I won't go by land, Fairbanks. Let's go to the port of Stormwind City. Although the city is abandoned, the port is still usable. There we will take the fleet led by His Majesty Dailin himself and sail all the way to Southsea Town, and then go back to Lordaeron City."

The brave paladin lord took a deep breath, looked at the barren land around him, and there was a trace of fatigue and relief in his eyes.

"Fortunately, the war is over. Except for the orcs hiding in Blackrock Tower, the other orcs have fled to the Dark Portal. Let Uther and the others do the rest."

"To be honest, sir, I don't understand why we have to send Orgrim back to Lordaeron all the way. Wouldn't it be better to kill him on the battlefield?"

Fairbanks walked back to Mograine with a wooden box, and he said softly:

"Every soldier on this battlefield is unwilling to let him live."

"Fairbanks, you are an excellent fighter, but not a qualified commander."

Alessandro Mograini shook his head, a subtle smile appeared on his face, he coughed lightly, lowered his voice, and gave the opportunity to the most trusted adjutant face to face:

"Actually, the moment the tribe collapsed, the war was over, and the next step is the continuation of politics, because the order of the human world has changed too much in this war, so our king urgently needs to prove Lordaeron's national strength." The spoils of war are used to win more chips when the new order is rebuilt after the war."

"The kingdom of Alterac that betrayed the alliance is over. How to deal with the territory of this country is a troublesome matter. In this case, sending Orgrim to Lordaeron, as a sign of the real end of the war, is in The great chief will be judged in the capital, and the king himself will declare the end of the war and the arrival of peace...Think about that scene, Fairbanks, Lordaeron will be the real victor."

Mograine smiled, reached out and patted the adjutant's shoulder:

"After this battle, you will also become a nobleman, and you still have a lot to learn."

"This sounds too complicated. For a fool like me, it's much harder than killing an orc with a sword."

Fairbanks shrugged his shoulders, reached out and handed the wooden box in his hand to the officer:

"This is your trophy, sir. It looks like a rare black crystal rough stone. It is very beautiful and fits your identity."

Mograine took the box and opened it. Inside the box was an irregular thick crystal. As Fairbanks said, the crystal-clear interior was filled with bright spots like starlight. The black halo looks beautiful, as if a starry sky has crashed into this crystal.

"Looks really good!"

The well-informed aristocrat Mograine had never seen such a beautiful and pure crystal. He couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to take the crystal out, but the moment his fingers touched the surface of the crystal, the darkness inside the crystal It flowed suddenly, covering Mograine's fingertips. The uncontrollable tingling caused the paladin's fingers to withdraw abruptly, and the black crystal fell to the ground.

"This thing is weird!"

Mograine let out a cry of pain, and Fairbanks looked back, and saw that Mograine's solid gauntlets had been corroded to a bad state, as if the skin on his palm had been burned by the fire first, Even the skin was burned with horrible wounds, the holy light in Mograine's body was rippling in the palm of his hand, and healed the weird scars with difficulty.

"This is evil!"

Fairbanks' eyes became sharper. He drew out his long sword and slashed at the black crystal under his feet, but the blade collided with the crystal, making a sound like metal colliding, and sparks flickered on the surface of the crystal. A powerful and heavy blow failed to break the weird black crystal.

"Put it in a box, Fairbanks!"

Mograine sat cross-legged on the ground and healed the wound on his palm with holy light. Looking at the black crystal, he said in a deep voice:

"Take it back and show it to His Majesty Faol. This crystal is weird, but I can feel that it is not evil."

A moment later, the team escorting Orgrim set off again. Alessandro Mograini's left hand was already wrapped with a heavy bandage. He didn't know what his spoils were, nor did he know what the crystal would be in the future. What kind of glory and nightmare will it bring him, but at least for now, he is enjoying the victory of the alliance and his own victory.

The Horde is doomed! The war is over.

"Look at these frightened orcs, like rats running away in a hurry, where there is no such thing as unparalleled power."

The death knight Luminas, who was riding on the back of the Necromancer Dragon, pointed disdainfully at the fleeing orcs below. On the already desolate land of the black swamp, the orcs fleeing from the battlefield of the Burning Plain struggled to escape, just like It's like a group of running bandits.

The frontal battlefield failed, the gate of the Blackrock Tower was closed, and the desperate orcs could only flee to where they came from, the Dark Portal, they tried to pass through there and return to their own world, and behind them, the advance army of the Alliance had already crossed Red Ridge Mountain built a stronghold at the entrance of the black swamp. Human knights hunted to their heart's content on this dark red barren land. The orcs who had lost their fighting spirit had no intention of resisting at all.

"The only ones left in the Burning Plains are the Blackstone clan."

Glokush, who controls the Necromancer Dragon, is introducing the fugitives below to his brothers and sisters. When it comes to understanding the orc clan, no one in the Dark Blade Knights knows better than him.

"The Blackrock orcs have occupied the Blackrock Tower, and most of the fled are members of Fireblade, Blood Ring and other small clans. Their chiefs died in battle. Even if they fled back to Draenor, they would be wiped out by other clans in an instant. net."

Glokush shook his head and said with some regret:

"Actually, if Orgrim can gather the three big clans who stayed in Draenor in advance, the Alliance may not win. The Warsong, Shattered Hand, and Thunder King clans are the most brave and most capable lunatics in the Horde. Too bad drinking too much demon blood burned their heads, turning them into a bunch of honorless, bloodthirsty bastards."

"It has nothing to do with us."

Tyrion stood up behind the Necromancer Dragon, overlooking the Dark Portal surrounded by mountains below. The huge, dark green magic storm was like a huge gaping mouth, and those who fled into the Dark Portal in haste The orc at the door seemed to be swallowed by this giant mouth.

The orcs who escaped from the rear were not in any order at all. They pushed each other, or were downcast. Some orcs were riding ferocious war wolves, while more orcs came here on foot. They were already exhausted and seemed Not wanting to stay even a second longer in a world where they have suffered a humiliating failure.

The orc legion that was guarding here has already received news of the failure ahead from the rout, and they have withdrawn to Draenor as a whole, so now there are only a bunch of scattered camps and burnt supplies left here, which seem to be divided. The desolation outside is just like the situation of the tribe at this time.

"Go down, Glokush."

Tyrion saw the looming shadow in the ruins, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Look, dear Mr. Medivh is waiting for us."