On the red land that was almost the same as the Cursed Land, Lothar slowly rode his death horse on the vast and boundless plains.
The sky above his head was a dark curtain, with strips of countless stars dotting every part of the black sky.
At the far end of his field of vision, Lothar could see that the land was still disintegrating, and the energy collapse caused by the explosion of the portal spread to the entire outer domain.
Every second, countless planetary debris are swept into the dark void and become part of the cold dust of the universe.
Even the death knights were frightened by the dead silence of this land. The creatures that could survive in Hellfire Peninsula were basically polluted by various energies.
They have long since broken away from the category of living creatures and turned into crazy monsters.
The broken planet can no longer provide any guarantee for life in this world. At the moment when the planet disintegrates, the power from the dark void and the remaining evil energy of the devil impact every inch of the Hellfire Peninsula.
Lothar couldn't help but worry: Can the Alliance expeditionary force that entered the Dark Portal really survive in such a world?
I'm afraid that even if the Scourge Legion is stationed in the outer realm, they still have to worry about the various energies that are eroding the remains of the world all the time.
Desolate, dilapidated, and lifeless, this was the only thing Lothar knew about the Hellfire Peninsula during his journey.
After wandering around the plains for a while, Lothar had not seen any signs of intelligent life activity except for killing some native mutant species.
He found a hiding place, threw down all the useful materials collected from those monsters, and thrust his rune sword into the ground.
Lothar rummaged around in his pocket for a while, took out a yellowed sheepskin scroll, spread it out, dipped the gravel on the ground into the monster blood he collected, and tapped on a corner of the scroll.
However, the scroll did not show the reaction he wanted. Lothar frowned. It seemed that the blood of the monsters had also been denatured and could not activate the scroll.
Putting down the stone piece, Lothar took out a small tube of blood from his pocket. This was brought from Azeroth, but he could not carry much material, so he thought about whether he could use local creatures instead.
Obviously the result disappointed him. In any case, at least this blood was difficult to use directly to perform the original magic ritual.
But it doesn't matter, Lothar had considered this situation before coming, and the materials he brought were enough for him to complete the next thing.
After tearing open the enchanted scroll, the magic power stored in the scroll spurted out and began to outline one light blue rune after another in the space in front of Lothar.
These runes were arranged in an orderly manner, glowing and dimming from time to time. Lothar thought about it and took out another thing from his pocket.
A bottle of golden liquid is the water from the Sunwell.
The magic power in the scroll seemed not enough to complete this ritual, but fortunately he brought a bottle of water from the Sunwell just to be on the safe side.
The process of infusing the runes with energy is not complicated. Even Lothar is a death knight who has become a monk. Soon, when the well water in the bottle is almost half consumed, the runes all light up with a dark blue light. .
Immediately afterwards, they dispersed rapidly and spread out on a plane in the space. As Lothar closed the cap of the well water bottle, a gust of cold wind blew on him.
Hellfire Citadel does not have such low temperatures. The other side of the teleportation array formed by the runes is the top floor of Icecrown Citadel, where the Frozen Throne is located.
The figure of the great lich Kel'Thuzad stood clearly on the throne platform. He had already prepared the magic circle and was waiting for the moment Lothar opened the portal.
Under the gathering of the Frozen Throne, the soul energy followed the Archlich's spell and forcibly expanded the temporary portal established by the magic power of the Sunwell water several times.
The door that could only accommodate one person to pass through was now large enough for Anub'arak's huge body to pass through.
"Successful!" Orgrim looked excited. Lothar actually found a way to open the portal to Draenor!
But this excitement didn't last for a few seconds before it was extinguished by the sight Orgrim saw in front of him.
"This...this is Tanaan?" Orgrim looked at the land opposite the portal in disbelief.
Grommash also moved his mouth, but finally chose to accept this reality.
"It shouldn't be wrong. According to Lothar's footsteps, he won't be able to leave the Dark Portal very far in such a short period of time."
"Stop talking nonsense. This portal can't be maintained forever. Take people through the portal quickly!"
The Archlich urged the generals of the Scourge to maintain such a portal, which required a huge amount of magic power. Although most of this came from the broken souls lost in Northrend, Kel'Thuzad, who was responsible for guiding the magic power, still suffered a lot. Little pressure.
Orgrim and others stopped talking nonsense and quickly passed through the portal with some of the elite members of the Scourge. Kel'Thuzad took a look and confirmed that everyone had passed through, and then he floated into the portal. middle.
Without Kel'Thuzad's support, the portal quickly dissipated completely, but no one was worried.
"Did you get the accurate coordinates?" Orgrim asked Kel'Thuzad.
"Of course, but I need some time to establish contact with Azeroth. His Majesty asked us not to establish a permanent two-way channel, so we can only find a way to make a semi-permanent one."
Kel'Thuzad's profound knowledge and powerful magic allowed him to quickly see clearly the operating rules of the broken world of Outland. His upper and lower jaws opened and closed, as if he was laughing, "Interesting, this world has not been completely darkened yet." Swallowed by the void, this is an unprecedented discovery in the history of magic."
After that, Kel'Thuzad summoned a group of necromancers he brought and began to build a position in the hiding place Lothar was looking for.
Anub'arak led the Crypt Demons to dig passages beneath the ground, preparing to turn this place into a permanent base for the Scourge.
Orgrim and Grommash did not need to interfere with the construction of the camp. The two of them walked to a high place and looked at the red and desolate land. A strange emotion arose in their cold hearts.
"This is... the world we once lived in." Grommash sighed.
Orgrim patted Grommash on the shoulder, "Look at it, when we chose to take that path, this was already our destiny - it's just that bastard Ner'zhul made this The progress has sped up a bit.”
Grommash suddenly wanted to talk about the orcs who were still in Draenor, but this idea was stopped when he was about to speak.
He is no longer an orc of the Horde, but now he is at the mercy of a powerful dark being.
It's just that this dark existence seems to be fighting against "evil", which Grommash can't understand.
"Is this your original hometown?" Lothar came over and asked casually, "It must not have always been like this."
"Yes, before Gul'dan induced the old tribe to build the Dark Portal, can you imagine that this place was once a dense forest full of thorns, inhabited by a variety of animals and plants. It was a dangerous but vibrant place. soil of."
Orgrim shrugged, "But after Gul'dan and his warlocks polluted the land with their evil energy, Tanaan Jungle gradually declined until it was completely reduced to a wasteland.
And based on Tanaan's tragic situation, I guess Draenor must have been changed beyond recognition, and I don't know if we can still find what we need in this land. "
The Scourge Legion took the time to come to the Outland, not just to reminisce about the past. They came not only to investigate the situation in the Outland, but also to find ways to further strengthen the Scourge Legion.
"You are here," the Archlich quietly floated behind the three death knights.
"What's wrong, don't you need to continue to supervise the construction of the camp? Speaking of which, I always feel a little uneasy about leaving that big bat alone in Naxxramas." Orgrim turned his head.
"Half of that demon's soul is in the master's sword. I didn't let him follow simply because I didn't want him to attract the attention of the Burning Legion - this is not Azeroth. The Burning Legion's troops are still stationed on the planet. In the ruins," Kel'Thuzad said.
"The Archlich is right. We must be extremely careful when operating in Draenor. This place is much more dangerous than Azeroth."
Grommash pursed his lips and said, "Change the name. This place is completely different from the original Draenor. I'm afraid we have to get to know this place all over again."
"That's not necessary. Your Majesty has already prepared it for us." Kel'Thuzad pointed his white finger bones, and three maps appeared in the hands of the three death knights.
They opened it and found that the basic terrain of most areas of Shattered Draenor had been completely marked, even with names and the area before it was blown up.
"This map makes me feel... His Majesty the Lich King seems to understand this world better than we do." Orgrim held the map and studied it for a long time, and finally said this sentence, "Then follow the directions on the map. Mark, let’s call the broken Draenor ‘Outland’… it’s an area on the outer surface of the planet, it’s really an apt name.”
Lothar said, "You guys stay in the stronghold first, and I'll explore this unknown area. After all, you can't fully understand this place just by relying on the map."
Lothar didn't ask for help, because he was strong enough to operate in the Hellfire Peninsula alone. If there were too many people, it would cause unnecessary trouble, such as alerting the enemy.
Moreover, they have established basic communication. With the help of rune magic, Lothar can immediately receive assistance from the natural disaster camp without having to bring anyone with him.
So Lothar was walking alone in the wasteland of Hellfire Peninsula again, but this time he was no longer looking for a suitable place to build a camp without any purpose, but towards the fortress marked on the map that was originally established by the expeditionary force. Run.
However, this journey was not as smooth as Lothar imagined.
After Illidan's forces entered Hellfire Peninsula, they inevitably clashed with the current master of Outland, the Abyss Lord Magtheridon.
Of course, Illidan also wants to conflict with Magtheridon. He needs to solve this hidden danger so that Outland can truly become a place under his control.
However, the conflict between Illidan and Magtheridon was not limited to the battle between them. This war also affected other forces.
One of the parties that was unfortunately involved in this war was the Alliance Expeditionary Force's stronghold on the Hellfire Peninsula, Castle of Glory.
While Lothar was riding a horse, his keen soul perception suddenly noticed a place not far from him, and there seemed to be a very intense soul reaction.
It was definitely not a fight between wild beasts. Lotus grabbed the reins of his own horse and rode the death horse in situ for a while.
In the end, Lothar decided to go over and check. If there was a conflict between Illidan's troops and Magtheridon's subordinates, he would choose to leave immediately.
However, when Lothar's figure appeared silently on the edge of the battlefield, he discovered that the participating parties were indeed orcs enslaved by Magtheridon, but the small group of soldiers surrounded were wearing old Alliance models. of armor.
These armors, which had been worn for unknown lengths of time, were already scarred by battles, and the weapons in the hands of the expeditionary soldiers were also badly damaged. Lothar even doubted whether those broken sword blades could cut through the simple protection of the orcs.
The expedition team was guarding a wagon without horses. The body of the packhorse lay aside, with a hatchet on its neck and blood still pouring from the wound.
There were some supplies on the truck. The expedition team paid a heavy price to guard this "precious" logistics truck. Many of them had already fallen under the siege of the orcs.
The number of orcs is not much greater than that of the expeditionary force, but they are all orcs who have drunk magic blood, and they may have consumed more than the orcs who originally invaded Azeroth.
Even with bare hands, such an orc can tear through the worn armor of the expeditionary force, but the expeditionary force has to hit multiple times to knock down an orc with tenacious vitality.
Under the circumstances, the soldiers of the expeditionary force soon fell into trouble. In addition, they had been protecting the carriage and the goods inside, and were not willing to break out.
"What a bunch of fools..."
Seeing this scene, Lothar shook his head and didn't know what to say. Of course he knew that these seemingly scarce supplies might be very important to the expeditionary force, and the soldiers escorting the supplies would have no problem guarding the safety of the supplies to the death. , however, in this situation where defeat is basically inevitable, trying to break out is the best way to reduce losses.
Otherwise, when the soldiers of the expeditionary force were slaughtered by the orcs, the supplies fell into the hands of the other party, and they all lost their lives.
This is rare and valuable courage, but it is not a tactic worth touting in this special period.
Seeing that the expedition team was about to be wiped out, Lothar no longer stood idly by and turned his attention to the corpses of the fallen orcs.
The members of the Alliance Expeditionary Force fought desperately and caused considerable losses to the orcs. The number of fallen orcs was almost equal to the number of still alive orcs, all of which now became Lothar's weapons.
The dark energy quietly submerged into the orc corpses under Lothar's control. The orcs, whose brains were filled with demonic blood, did not even notice that the corpses of their companions behind them were undergoing strange changes.
