Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty

That, not an orc. He didn't even belong to any race that Danas had ever seen.He was tall, with broad shoulders, and his light blue skin seemed to glow under the dim firelight.His facial features are well-proportioned, with a hint of aristocrat, his pointed ears and slightly slanted eyes make him look somewhat similar to an elf, but rougher than an elf.A row of raised plate armor protected his high forehead, two thick eyebrows revealed his seriousness, and silver hair floated behind his head.Looking down, beneath the little goatee, are his dangling tentacles.He held a very elegant long staff in one hand, and his robe was embroidered with gorgeous patterns, but from the degree of shabbyness, it could be seen that the clothes had been worn by him for a long time.Beneath the frayed robe, a pair of split hooves were revealed.From behind those hooves, Danas could see something shaking.It appears that this bizarre creature also has a tail.

The figure spoke, and the voice was low and sweet.He raised the staff in his hand, and a dim purple light shone from the tip of the staff, reflecting in his eyes.He saw Grizzek curled up behind Danas, his eyes narrowed.The man spoke again, this time in a very angry tone.Grizzek also answered him in the same language. "What is this guy? What does it want?" Danas yelled at Grizzek. "Obviously he's not happy to see you here." "I told him that I brought honorable warriors, that's all." The creature turned, looking as if to pierce Danath.Then, he whispered something, and the staff in his hand began to glow again.He opened his eyes and spoke—using the most standard lingua franca!

"This... creature... told me that he brought you here. Who are you? What are you here for? Here are the dead we respect." Danas lowered the shield in his hand and drew out his saber.He was surprised the man could speak their language, but it was more important to convince him to let the crowd pass than to wonder how he could speak the Common Tongue. "I apologize for our insolence," he told the stranger. "We won't disturb your dead, or you. But the Horde of Orcs has taken refuge in the tunnels here. They have captured our friend. We are here to rescue him and defeat the Orcs."

When the creature—Danas thought he was supposed to be some kind of draenei, because Grizzek had said it was their holy place—his eyes widened slightly when he heard about the Horde.When Danas finished speaking, he nodded. "Yes, orcs have invaded our tunnels," he confirmed.The man lowered his staff, resting its base on the ground. "They have taken the Shadow Labyrinth, the deepest and least damaged place in Auchindoun. They must have taken your friends there, and there you will find most of the Horde troops." "Most?" Danas asked eagerly, leaning forward slightly.

"There are some orcs who are not recent," the draenei explained. "They've been here for many years, since the explosion. They live in another tunnel." Delaney shook his head, a mixture of anger and sentimentality on his face. "Their presence has defiled our holy places for far too long." "We'll fix that soon," Danas assured him. "You have told me the purpose of your coming here. Now, tell me what kind of creatures you are. I have been to many places, but I have never seen a creature like you." "I'm a human," Danath replied. "We come from Azeroth, which is another world - the orcs built a portal between Azeroth and Draenor and invaded our world, but we defeated them and drove them out We are back. Now we intend to seal the portal, protect our homeland and our people, once and for all."

Delaney stared at him without blinking his large eyes.Danas knew that the stranger was using some unknown method to test the authenticity of what he said.Finally, Delaney nodded. "That's a noble goal," he said as he stepped out of the door, stood in front of Danas, and began to introduce himself. "My name is Nimryan, one of the few remaining Auchenai. We Auchenai are the priests of the Draenei, and at the same time guard the Auchindoun who bury the dead." Danas and Tasreza also They introduced themselves respectively and bowed slightly forward. "I applaud your determination, whether it is to save your friends or to remove the taint of the tribe," Nimrayan continued. "If you agree, I will help you complete both tasks."

"Thank you so much," Danas replied sincerely.He took out the map drawn by Grizzek and handed it to Auchinai, "This is all I know about Auchindoun." Nimrean looked at the scribbled painting and laughed, although his voice was a bit bitter. "It seems that that guy drew it for you?" He asked, pointing his finger at the arakkoa, his tentacled chin shook quickly.Grizzek was no longer huddled in the rear, but Danas noticed that he was still carefully staying between the Alliance fighters. "He's been lurking with us for years," Auchenai continued, after Danath nodded. "But he doesn't know much about this place other than where to steal things."

"I don't want to hurt you!" Grizzek protested. "I didn't know anyone was still in Auchindoun! I would never steal anything if I knew..." "If you knew you might be caught?" Nimrean interrupted him. "Be careful with him," he warned Danas. "The arakkoa are always a cunning and selfish race." "So far, he's been walking the talk," Danath replied, "and I think I can trust him when he says he hates the Horde." "Yes!" Gretzick agreed excitedly, his black eyes shining. "I hate them all! Please, please! We all have the same enemy!"

"For that matter, yes," Nimrean admitted after a while. "Very good, Arakkoa. From this moment on, we are clear." Aucheni turned back to look at Danas, took the parchment from his hand, and took out a piece of parchment from his robe. A short black stick.Nimrean changed a few lines on it, connected several passages, and expanded the map a lot. "The orcs are here," he said, pointing to a patch on the map. "Come on. I'll take you there." Nimrean didn't say anything else, put the map into Danas' hands, turned around and walked up the stairs, his hooves pattering on the stone floor ring.

Danas looked to Tasreza and Rilian, who nodded.Danath took a deep breath and followed Auchenai deep into Auchindoun. Nimrean led them into another wide corridor, and then passed through a twisted corridor.Danas asked him softly, "Did you live here alone all these years?" "There are others," Auchenai replied, raising his staff to light the way. "Some of us survived the Horde attack and escaped into the tunnels. Other draenei joined us shortly after, escaping the sudden slaughter of the Horde. Many of them were killed in the explosion died, others were lost, and only a few of us remained."

Danas looked around, wondering where the other draenei would be, but Nimryan, who was walking in front of him, shook his head. "You can't see them. Although you seem to be a dignified and trustworthy man, I don't want to risk putting my people in danger. They will hide while I help you. This way Come, if you really betray me, our race can still continue." "Take precautions," Danas agreed, "If it were me, I would do the same." They went on for some time, and finally stopped before another door. "This is the beginning of the Shadow Labyrinth," Nimrean explained. "The Horde is behind this door." He turned around and looked closely at Danas.Although his face is melancholy, but in his eyes... Is it anticipation?Are you excited? "I will continue to assist you, if you will allow me," he said softly, "though I should say in advance that such assistance may be somewhat disturbing." Danas frowned, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?" Auchenai bowed his head. "I watch over the souls of all our dead," he explained humbly, gripping his staff tightly in both hands. "In desperate need, I may call upon them. I will do so now—they will give us the opportunity to drive the filth of the orcs from here." Danas trembled slightly at the fact before his eyes.He knew that the death knights of the tribe were orc souls plus human corpses, so it was obvious that souls could exist beyond death, even though he had been told since childhood that the dead should find some peace after death.But if Nimryan is the guardian of the dead, then there's nothing wrong with him asking for help from the dead... isn't there?Danath had previously told Turalyon that when they found the orcs, the spirits of those who died would fight with him, but that was only a symbolic statement.It now appears that some spirits of the dead took his words seriously.Finally, Danas shrugged.These questions are for those who like to get to the bottom of it, and from a military point of view he can of course use any help they can get. "It is a great honor," he told Nimrayan, "and their assistance will be welcome if it does not disturb or irritate them." Nimrean nodded and bowed deeply, which showed that he was very satisfied with Danas' reply.Then he straightened up and held up the staff in his hand.The fuchsia light was shining, illuminating the hall, and here and there there were faint flashes of light in response.These lights gradually became brighter, and as they gradually descended and expanded to finally form a certain shape, their color also changed from violet to blue, green, red and even gold.The light closest to Danas and Nimrayan finally turned into a tall figure. It looked like a Draenei, but he was stronger than Nimrayan, and he was wearing a well-made plate Armor, with a huge warhammer on one shoulder, and a long shawl fluttering behind his back.Others also began to become visible, filling the room. Moreover, they all stared at Danas and his soldiers. A gust of wind came from nowhere, stroking Danas' shawl and Tasreza's long hair.A deep cold hit Danas, causing him to shiver involuntarily.The Phantom Warriors marched forward, gorgeous and menacing.At that moment, Danas froze in place because of deep fear.Their leader stretched out a hand and stroked Danath's forehead.Danath yelled, as the images kept popping up in his mind—young Farrow and Vann in the stables, before they set out to conquer the orcs.An orc took Vann's life with a hammer, interrupting his words.Danath crouched low on his horse, surviving himself to give the dead peace.Tianyi, returned alone when there was no rider.Corpses...so many corpses, my boy, my boy, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry— Horde images, powerful and well-armed, gallop across the otherwise fertile lands of Azeroth.Hundreds of thousands of lands, hundreds of thousands of worlds, because of this green flood that originally did not belong to their land, countless traces of innocent people's lives have disappeared.Advance to the next world, and the next world— "Your mind is very confused, Danath Trollbane of the Alliance," said the spirit, though his face did not change.Those words were in his heart. "You grieve for the dead. Although you came here with grief and anger in your heart, what really leads you forward is kindness and integrity. A heart like still water. I am Polistran, formerly known as Burning Eyes, and my army and I will help you dispel the tangle in your heart." The chill of terror was gone, replaced by a strange calm.Danas blinked, and was taken aback when he looked at the soul again. He found that its eyes were pure gold, and there was this golden light on its forehead. "We owe you all," Danath said finally.It was hard for him to force himself to speak, and it was hard to take his eyes off the soul in front of him.Danath wondered if this was the glory of the Light that Turalyon was referring to.For now, at least, Boristran and his undead warriors are no longer scary.They looked so majestic and the gold glitter looked so beautiful.Danas realized that he had just taken a test.He watched the draenei dead move protectively among his soldiers, and a sense of relief ran through him. Danas shook quickly, sorting out the thoughts in his head.Adjusting the shield on his arm, he drew his sword and gripped the leather-wrapped pommel tightly.Danas looked at Tasreza and Rilian and said, "Once we go out, you follow me. We need to find Kurdran." He turned to the soldiers under his control and said, "The orcs are just behind this door. They don't know we're here, and they're probably still thinking we're going to attack at dawn in a few hours. We can surprise—let's use that to our advantage. Once Get through the door and attack the first orc you see. Yell, yell, and kick anything in your way. We want them to be confused and panicked, and not sure what they're going to How many enemies to face, or where are these enemies hiding?" He grinned, "In that case, they will become our possession." The soldiers nodded in response, raising their fists as silent cheers.Danas also raised his fist, holding the torch high in his hand.Then he turned to face the door, got himself ready, and nodded to Nimryan for him to open it. Auchenai pushed the doorknob, and then smashed open the door with astonishing force. The sound of the impact of stones echoed like thunder and lightning in the closed underground ruins. "For the Son of Lothar!" Danath shouted, jumping into the entrance.Behind the door is a medium-sized passageway, just behind a low improvised wall.There are about a dozen orcs here, some are idle, some are sleeping, and some are repairing their equipment.The orcs looked up, surprised to see Danas rushing into their midst.Several orcs fell to the ground, struggling for their weapons.But they are all too slow.Danath's first blow caught an orc in the throat just as the orc raised his head to cry out a warning.Danath continued to swing his weapon, and the sword in his hand slashed the forehead of another orc, and then pierced his heart. Just before that, the orc was still shaking his head to get his vision. Some.So far, several soldiers have followed Danas to fight the orcs together. Then those shiny golden dead followed, elegant and overwhelming.Their weapons, though illusory, are deadly.Seeing this scene, the orcs fell into a panic. They shouted in horror. Many orcs had thrown away the weapons they had just picked up, and then fell to the ground.These orcs were quickly dealt with.Many of the orcs here aren't even fully armed yet. "Go!" Danath called to the warriors as the last of the orcs fell. "Go! Kill every orc you see!" he said, looking towards Polistran, "Send your warriors to follow them." Commander Draenei nodded, and his phantom warriors had already followed Soldiers of Danas. "Nimryan - take me to their prisoner." Auchenai nodded, then opened a door in the far wall, leading Danath and two elven rangers down a short, narrow passage.Gretzker followed closely behind them.Everyone walked through the corridor and entered a larger room.There are more orcs here, sitting and resting, eating, or falling asleep.Fortunately, both rangers were on the hook, and arrows flew from their graceful fingertips, killing several of the other orcs before they even knew they were there.Then Danath charged forward, deep gash after gash with his sword, the screams and groans of his victims intermingled with the chaotic sounds from the room below them.It appeared that his soldiers were doing the same terrible work down below. Grizzek wasn't idle either.Birdman leaped forward strangely, and quietly came behind several orcs.His clawed hands flew forward and slit an orc's throat with a single blow.The second orc turned around and raised the battle ax in his hand, but the arakkoa dodged downwards, dodging the unwise attack, and then he turned forward and pecked out the orc's eyes with his beak. At the same time, it also slit the orc's throat.Danas glanced this way quickly, thinking in his heart, no matter what the arakkoa is, he is definitely not a pacifist. "Go here!" Nimrean shouted after all the guards in the room were dead, and led them through the blood-splattered room to another door.Auchenai himself had not attacked any orcs so far, but his presence and the light from his staff seemed to scare them. The new door opened into a much smaller room, more than half occupied by a strange wooden frame that looked like a crude table with beams. Bundled to those beams was a short but muscular figure.Around him, the blood had already dried up and stuck to his body.He slumped there limp, unconscious, resisting the restraints.Even though Danath was a seasoned warrior, he couldn't help but be amazed at the brutality the orcs had committed on his friend. Only one orc was leaning against a nearby wall, with a spiked sledgehammer at his side, apparently sent here to keep prisoners.When Danas entered the room, the orc left the wall against which his back was leaning, with a look of surprise on his rough face.Its eyes opened wider as the elf ranger shot two bows into its chest.The third bow and arrow hit the orc between the eyebrows, and before it could speak, the orc was dead. Danas was already busy untying the rope that bound his friend. "Kurdran!", he yelled, grabbing his friend. "Kurdran!" Tasreza murmured something in his musical accent, but he still struggled as he helped Danas put the Wildhammer down on the table.Danas still hadn't come to his senses, his arms were bent unnaturally, and on his muscular body, it seemed that there were more wounds and scratches than his tattoos.His hands and feet were completely severed, as if crushed by a hammer; the only evidence of his life was his slightly heaving chest.Dwarves look like something they could find in a butcher's shop.What had the orcs done to him? "Holy Light... I don't even know where to start," Danath said, his voice hoarse, gazing at the bloody, broken body. "I know...if you allow me to come." Danas raised his head abruptly.Nimrean came to the front, his staff was emitting light. "I'm a priest. I'll try to heal him as best I can. But you should know—your friend's soul is only tied to his life. I'll try to heal him, or stop him from suffering. If you I'm more inclined to let him go..." "No!" Danas yelled. "I've seen too much... please. If you can heal him, please do so." Draenei held out a hand, and Danas and Tasreza took a few steps back.Nimrean put his hand on Kurdran's blood-stained head, and raised his staff with the other hand.Auchenai closed his eyes and began to chant a prayer. A pure and gentle radiance radiated around Nimrean, Danas looked at him and took a deep breath.He didn't understand the prayers, but the words calmed his mind.Where the draenei's hand rested on Kurdran's forehead, a light grew brighter until finally Danath closed his eyes reluctantly. He had seen similar scenes before.This creature came from another world, this Draenei, a creature that looked so novel to him - he was using the power of the Holy Light.Just like Turalyon. A muffled grunt made Danas open his eyes. "Eh? What?" Kurdran whispered, turning his head from side to side. "You're all idiots, you green-skinned beasts!" Kurdran opened his eyes, staring straight at the blue figure crouching in front of him. "Everything is fine," Danas assured him, putting a hand on the dwarf's shoulder before Kurdran could struggle.Nimrean took a few steps back, the light surrounding his body began to fade away, and he smiled. "He...he will...?" "I've done everything I can. He's healed, at least for the most part. But not all the scars can be removed, and the parts that are broken won't be exactly the same as before. .” "Who broke it?" Kurdran snorted.He sat up slowly, stretched his hands and feet, and touched his body. "Hey, I didn't know I could have so much blood in my body." He looked at Danas, "Ah, Danus, buddy!" When he realized who was beside him, his broad face There was a smile. "So, it's you, eh? It's bloody time! Don't worry—those beasts didn't get the words out of my mouth. Have you got my hammer?" "He should rest," Delaney warned. "Bah! Only the dead rest," Kurdran growled. "And sometimes they can't even rest," Tasreza said in a low voice, looking at Nimrean. "He's a Wildhammer dwarf," Danath told the priest; it was the best explanation he could come up with. "I brought your hammer, Kurdran. Here." When Skywing returned to them, Kurdran's warhammer was on the griffin, and before Danath entered the tunnel, he was very Foresight took Kurdran's hammer.The dwarf grabbed the heavy hammer and raised it, though slower and stiffer than before.Danas looked at the dwarf and couldn't help grinning. "Fine." Kurdran checked his hammer quickly, then nodded in approval. "Now, what's the plan, buddy? And, who are these friends of yours?" He was referring to Grizzek and Nimrayan.Danas could find that Nimrean was very disgusted with being classified with the arakkoa. "Nimrean is an Auchenai, cleric of the draenei dead," Danath quickly explained, "and he is one of the last guardians of this place. You owe him your life—he heals about you." "Ah," Kurdran said, "thank you, buddy. The Wildhammer dwarves will never forget your kindness." Nimrayan lowered his head gracefully. "That one over there is Grizzek the Arakkoa," Danath continued. "He hates the orcs. He is the one who brought us here from the forest. As for the plan?" He raised his longsword. "Soldiers are sweeping through the tunnels here. Others will attack soon, distracting the orcs. We will find Ner'zhul and bring him back with a polearm hanging from his head." "Ha, that's the plan I like. So, where is this orc shaman?" Both looked at Nimrean, who turned his head to one side.After a while, Aucheny began, "The most fortified room is our former prayer center, and that's where he is most likely to appear." "Then, lead the way!" Danas said.Nimrean nodded, and led them out of the room, through a short corridor, to a large stone door with gorgeous patterns on it. "Here," he told the crowd. "Behind this door is the prayer center." His eyes were full of grief and indignation. "We used to be here to pay our respects to the dead and communicate with them." Rilian tried to open the door. "Locked," he said. "Stand back, guys," Kurdran said, raising his hammer. "Maybe this will help." The dwarf was still unsteady, but Danas did not oppose him in the end.He wasn't going to try to stop Kurdran, because the Wildhammer needed to make sure he could still fight.Danas held his breath, watching the dwarf swing his storm hammer and hit the barrier in front of them. The energy generated by the thunder strike almost knocked Danas to the ground.After a loud crack, the air filled with dust.Danas waved his hand to push away the scattered dust, and found that the blow just now had completely shattered the door.Ahead of them was a huge circular room, in the center of which many figures were gathered.Several figures looked up, their faces full of surprise, but there were two out of the ordinary—one was a tall one-eyed orc, while the other looked older, with a white face that looked like a skull, That's Ner'zhul. The two orcs looked at each other for a second.Just before Danath began to charge, Ner'zhul said something to the one-eyed orc, turned around, passed him, and rushed to a door at the other end of the room. "Don't you run!" Danath shouted, following Ner'zhul, but the cyclops stepped forward, blocking his path.On the tall orc's face was a long scar, and an eyepatch covered one of his eyes, while the other stared fearlessly at Danath. "I am Kilrogg Deadeye," the orc said proudly, using the heavily accented Common Tongue.With one hand he drummed on his chest, and with the other he raised a huge battle-axe. "I am the chieftain of the Blood Hollow clan. I have killed countless humans, and you will not be the last. I was ordered to stop your progress, so... you will stop here." Danas watched his new enemy carefully.Judging from the few strands of white hair and the wrinkles on the orc's face, this Kilrogg was much older than him.Still, Kilrogg is muscular and walks with the dignity of a warrior.Moreover, it seems that he also values ​​honor.For some reason, Danas unconsciously answered him in the same tone. "Okay," Danas replied, raising the long sword in his hand to salute the enemy. "I am Danas Trollbane, the commander of the alliance army. I have killed many orcs, and you will never be the last. And, I will continue to move forward!" After finishing speaking, Danas said to He rushed forward, the shield in his hand was protecting him in front, the long sword was in his hand, and he had already slashed down hard. Kilrogg parried the blow with his tomahawk.The blade hit right between the blade and the handle, and Danas was almost disarmed by the opponent.Even so, Danas still didn't pause at all, he smashed the shield to Kilrogg's chest with all his strength.The orc staggered back a step.Danath took full advantage of this, regaining control of the saber and swinging it again.This time the attack was lower than the previous one, and the target was also the side of the orc.The sword edge cut a hole slightly above Kilrogg's waist, and the bleeding blood made the chief of the Blood Hollow clan groan. However, that wound didn't slow the orc down.Kilrogg immediately fought back, and hammered Danath's shield with his heavy fist, so powerful that it left a dent in the hard metal, and Danath was also a little unstable.Afterwards, the orc chief swung his battle ax and slashed at the bottom of Danath's shield.Danas jumped back, dodging the fatal blow.At the same time, the rear edge of Kilrogg's battle ax was embedded in the inside of Danath's shield, and in the process of pulling it backward, the shield was almost twisted off by the orc. Danas looked up, and the eyes of both sides met.Kilrogg nodded, and Danas saw his eyes in the orc's one-eyed eyes, which was a kind of admiration for the other party, although it seemed a bit forced.Both have found a close match. The temperature in the room plummeted, but Danas laughed happily.There were shouts from elsewhere in the room, not just pain, but a hint of fear.The soul warriors, who are both beautiful and terrifying, came to help the alliance army under the leadership of Polistran.Tasreza and Rilian shot arrow after arrow without stopping, killing the orcs with precision.Meanwhile, Kurdran was focused on fighting the orcs at the front of the room.With Stormhammer in hand, the Wildhammer dwarves single-handedly inflicted headaches on numerous orcs.Although the orcs used the most vicious methods to destroy Kurdran's body, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. Kilrogg sees it all.He roared angrily and began to charge - not at Danas, but at a group of humans around him.The heavy tomahawk fell together with lightning speed, and the two warriors fell to the ground, blood splattered all over the ground, while other humans scattered in all directions, trying to deal with the enraged orc leader.The souls of the draenei floated towards Kilrogg, but the orcs avoided their attacks and attacked the humans with all their hearts.While the soldiers of Danath chopped down the orcs one by one, Kilrogg also killed a bloody path among them. Suddenly, Danas flinched.There was an annoying noise buzzing in his head.In the end—he looked around, but couldn't find the source of the sound.Then he realized that the voice was coming from the door that Ner'zhul had left a moment before.The lower edge of the door was glowing.Danas suddenly realized that it was their singing.The light in his eyes and the singing in his ears made Danas's hair stand on end.He knew that the orcs must be performing some kind of magical ritual.With the Gate of Light, is Ner'zhul opening the portal now? "Go past them!" he shouted to his soldiers. "Go to the next room! Now!" But Kilrogg was still in the way.The Chief of the Blood Hollow is almost alone now. As for his orc warriors, most of them have been killed by elves, dwarves, humans and draenei.Even so, he has no intention of giving up.Danath knew that the tall orc was willing to sacrifice himself to buy enough time for Ner'zhul to complete whatever spell he was performing. A shout came from the other side of the door.Danath didn't understand the slurred language, but he didn't need to—whatever Ner'zhul wanted to do, he certainly had done.There was a slight blasting sound, and the light under the door suddenly increased.It came and went quickly, and the light began to fade after a while, until it finally disappeared completely, and the room Danas was in seemed to be darker than just now. But Kurdran passed the burly orc.Panting heavily, the dwarf threw all his strength towards the door.With a loud bang, the door was smashed open by Kurdran.The Wildhammer leader kicked away the scattered debris, revealing a smaller house with a stone floor topped by a rune-inlaid circle.The house was empty. 基尔罗格也向这边看了过来，并咧开嘴笑着。“你确实通过了我——是我允许你的。战的漂亮。但是最后，你还是失败了，人类。我的主人已经先走一步，前往黑暗神庙释放他的法术。现在，你已经不能阻止他了，无尽的世界将为部落的铁蹄而颤抖。” “以圣光之名，至少你没法跟上他！”达纳斯重新开始进攻，怒气给了他力量，让他不断地挥舞着佩剑，但是每一次攻击都被狡猾的兽人战士格挡住。基尔罗格用左手抓住对方的盾牌，将它推开，另一只手抓住战斧狠力劈下，在对方的佩剑击中兽人的肚子前就将它击开。基尔罗格向达纳斯狞笑着，露出了他那对长长的獠牙。 “你需要再加一把劲，人类，”兽人训斥道。这一次，基尔罗格双手持斧，朝着达纳斯的脸部挥去，然后扭转方向，再一次出击，迫使人类向后退去，否则他就会和自己的脑袋分家。 在下一次战斧挥舞时，达纳斯迅速下蹲，再将他的盾牌向上推去，狠狠地砸在基尔罗格的双臂上，让兽人也失去了平衡。达纳斯乘胜追击，佩剑刺出，正中兽人腹部。他很惊讶自己居然可以这样子得手。 基尔罗格大吼一声，前臂向下砸去，将那盾牌狠狠的砸在达纳斯的头上，然后向后退了几步。现在，基尔罗格腹部的伤口正在不断流着血，但那似乎也只能激怒他。基尔罗格再一次举起自己的战斧，沉重地击在达纳斯的盾牌上，锋利的斧刃深深地嵌在盾牌之内。兽人战士向后猛拉一下，而那盾牌就被硬生生地从盾带上扯了下来，让达纳斯失去了他最主要的防御。 “现在，是刀锋相对的时刻，”基尔罗格说道，从他的斧刃上取下那破碎的盾牌，将它扔在一旁。“而且，只有一个人将会活下来唱响战歌。” “我没问题，”达纳斯咬着牙回道。达纳斯双手持剑，径直冲着基尔罗格奔去，他的剑要略高于自己肩膀。就在兽人酋长走上前去准备迎战之时，达纳斯突然停了下来，充分动用自己的动能，以一只脚为支点，一只手挥出长剑，另一只手向外划着弧线。这样一来，他的攻击就将攻向另外一边，那也是基尔罗格的死角。 闪耀着的剑刃正中吃惊的兽人的颈部，划开了他的喉咙。基尔罗格倒了下去，手中的战斧落下，因为原本抓着斧头的双手现在在护着他那不断流着血的伤口。尽管已经跪在地上，但是血窟氏族酋长却仍在狞笑着。 “以我之血……部落……得永生，”他的声音几不可闻。“先祖们……我……来了……”他的目光变得模糊。基尔罗格·死眼向一旁倾去，倒在了祷告室的石质地板上。达纳斯仍在喘着粗气，但他仍举起了自己的佩剑，向死去的敌人致敬。 “干得好，伙计。”库德兰说着，走到了达纳斯身旁，在他的手臂上拍了拍。But Danas shook his head. “我失败了，”他难受地说着，向下望着基尔罗格的尸体。“他说得对。他确实做到了他所应当做的事——他给了他们足够的时间好让他们逃跑。”达纳斯皱着眉头，咬着牙齿道。“不关是什么法术，他们已经直接被传送到了那个他们称之为黑暗神庙的地方！现在，我们怎么可能再去阻止他们？我甚至都不知道那地方在哪里！” 鸦人转过身来，双眼放着光。“格瑞兹克知道！可以带你去那里！” “你知道黑——” “长官！”达纳斯的一个士兵冲进了房间，在他的身后是尼姆雷安以及那些浮在空中的德莱尼死灵。 “我们抓住了那些逃跑的兽人，长官！尽管如此，还是有一些躲进了地道的深层！”他停顿了一下，很明显是在期待着回复，但是当发现达纳斯并没有什么反应的时候，他感到有些困惑。 "Sir?" 库德兰推了推达纳斯。“你是负责的，小伙子，”蛮锤矮人轻声提醒他道。“就算你认为你失败了，也不要让你的士兵们知道这一点，嗯？” 他说得对，当然了。达纳斯点点头，挺直身板。然后，他望向那士兵。 “让那些兽人们跑吧，”他说道。“我们知道耐奥祖去了哪里，而我们将要追逐他。我们将要启程前往一个叫做黑暗神庙的地方。” “黑暗神庙？” 波里斯特兰虚幻的声音中带着愤怒。达纳斯转过身去，看着波里斯特兰的眼中充满了怒火，虽然对方并不是在看着他。“那里曾经被叫做卡拉波，是我们最神圣的地方。但是兽人们玷污了那里，如同他们玷污所有他们曾接触过的东西一样。”他的双手握紧了闪着光的战锤。尽管波里斯特兰已经杀死了很多兽人，但是他的战锤仍然干净如初。“我祝愿，当你们到达那里时，你们会将兽人们从我们的圣地赶走。” Danas nodded. “那就是我们的计划。谢谢你们的帮助。和你们共同战斗是我们的荣幸。” “我们也是，”波里斯特兰鞠了一躬，回道。“你和你的联盟战士们都是尊贵的战士，都是值得尊敬的人。祝你好运，达纳斯·托尔贝恩。我们将会回去休息，直到再一次被召唤。”然后，他和他的战士们逐渐消失，仅剩下一些轻微的光亮，过不久也都消弭于空气之中。 达纳斯转向尼姆雷安。一时冲动之下，他说，“跟我们来吧。这里不是一个供人居住的地方。如果你离开这里，你将能够更好的为你的人民尽职。如果你愿意的话，我们甚至可以带你们去艾泽拉斯。” 尼姆雷安笑道，“能够孕育出你们这样的人民，你们的世界肯定是一个美妙的世界，”他补充道，“并且我很感激你的提议。但是不，这里就是我的地方。我们的死者还留在这个世界——荣耀地在奥金顿中歇息，散在森林之中，或是铺就了那条大路，却被兽人们误名为荣耀之路。他们在这里，在德拉诺歇息，而我也将呆在这里，来帮助他们。圣光将我们放在这里不无道理，总有一天胜利终将来临。我很高兴我曾经帮助过你，而你和你的人民也信仰着圣光。前进吧，让你的勇气和力量赶走那些兽人，如同强风终将驱走沙粒一般。而且，谁知道呢？也许有一天我们的人民将会并肩作战，与这些邪恶势力抗争也说不定。”他犹豫了一下，“在你走之前，答应我一件事？” 达纳斯点点头，“说吧。” “不要让那家伙毁了圣光所孕育出的这一切。他确实是一个尊贵而骁勇的战士，但是除了勇气之外，一个战士也需要智慧。”他指着库德兰，而矮人皱起了眉头，脸上微微变色。尽管对方很是担忧，达纳斯仍然微微一笑。 “我会尽我所能的……但是你也知道，他就很固执。” “呸，你们这群人。” “来吧，受伤的男人，”达纳斯对库德兰说。“我们需要拿下黑暗神庙。”最终，达纳斯·托尔贝恩向奥金尼点了点头，回到了死亡之城。他只希望，尼姆雷安对联盟的祈福能够起到作用。