I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

The holy light halo that originally emitted a sacred white light instantly turned into a deep dark magic halo.

This halo is like the scythe of the god of death, destroying everything it touches.

The weapons and orc corpses scattered on the ground were corroded by the darkness the moment they came into contact with the dark halo, turning into black unknown substances, and then fell to the ground and turned into powder.

Some foolish orcs still wanted to resist, but unfortunately, the moment these poor creatures were covered by the dark halo, they turned into black ash like their weapons, and their vitality quickly dissipated.

"Hurry! Run!!!"

The orcs let out a cry and ran away in terror, all wanting to escape from the invasion of the dark halo.

Many people even ran out of the protective shield directly, but as soon as they got out of the shield, they found a giant dragon guarding outside the shield.

At this moment, the black dragons have burned everything outside the shield and are waiting anxiously outside the shield.

Seeing an orc escaping from the shield, he quickly smashed it to pieces with one claw.

There was a giant dragon outside and terrifying darkness inside. The orcs knelt on the ground in despair and cried for their parents.

But even worse off than them were the warlocks who were supporting the magic circle. They had to stick to their positions, maintain the magic circle and the shield, and could only watch in despair as the dark halo passed by their feet, and then experience the fear that spread from their feet to their heads and finally turned their whole bodies into black powder.

The dark halo expanded and shrank across the battlefield, with orcs falling with each cycle.

The halo cycled four times, and after dissipating in the aftermath of the dark halo, only Alvin and his two companions and Ner'zhul floating in the air were left on the battlefield.

The three of them stood on the devastated land, with broken weapons and armor scattered around them, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Above their heads, Ner'zhul was suspended in mid-air, his figure looking particularly lonely and helpless in the dim light.

Ner'zhul's eyes were filled with shock and confusion. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he seemed to be whispering to himself: "This is impossible... My tribe..."

There was a tremor in his voice, and he was obviously in disbelief at the scene before him.

Elwyn stood on the ground and sneered at Ner'zhul, saying, "This is the fate of the Horde after committing those atrocities."

"Now is the time to end it all. Cease your spellcasting, Ner'zhul, and surrender."

There was undeniable determination and strength in his voice.

At this moment, since the warlocks maintaining the magic circle had been wiped out, the purple shield gradually dissipated into the air.

As the mysterious power shrouding the magic circle gradually revealed its true nature like a torn curtain, the purple light that was once as bright as the sky gradually became thinner until it completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.

However, the magical fluctuations lingering in the air were like heavy breathing, reminding everyone that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Ner'zhul floated in the center of the magic circle, and the scene around him made his heart sink.

The surrounding dragons quickly gathered around, their scales gleaming coldly in the sunlight, their eyes revealing their desire for prey.

Ner'zhul looked around and saw dragons everywhere he looked.

These behemoths stand between heaven and earth like mountains, and their every breath is accompanied by the murmur of the wind.

The shouting and screaming from the city gradually weakened, as if foreshadowing the end of the tribe.

"I don't understand... why did it become like this... why did the tribe, once a powerful tribe, become so vulnerable..."

Ner'zhul was silent for a while in the air, and suddenly took a deep breath.

After a brief silence, the whole world began to shake violently.

Dali also made a cracking sound from the depths, and a roaring sound came from the center of the earth. The dark clouds in the sky also gathered strangely. The volcano Gul'dan's Hand in the distance behind everyone suddenly made an explosion sound, and countless green magma sprayed into the sky from the crater.

The continent of Draenor let out a painful wail like a dying person.

The sudden accident caused panic among the Alliance and the remaining tribes. The dragons looked around and were stunned by the doomsday scene.

Ner'zhul's eyes gradually changed from shock to ecstasy. He gently waved the hand holding the skull of Gul'dan, and the air around him was quickly cut open. The space was like being cut by a sharp blade, and a gap appeared.

"My magic is complete! I opened the space portal! Hahahahaha!"

Ner'zhul laughed loudly, the old shaman grinned widely, closed his eyes, and continued to draw in the air with his hands. Then more than one space rift was opened.

Countless narrow cracks appeared, causing strong winds, and the space portal absorbed everything from the Draenor world like a giant vacuum cleaner.

"Damn it, kill Ner'zhul!"

Elwyn knew what would happen if Ner'zhul escaped. He would enter the Twisting Nether, be transformed by the Burning Legion into the Frozen Lich King, and be thrown back into Azeroth, thus triggering the Third War.

By then, the entire Lordaeron will be destroyed by the plague developed by the Cult of the Damned summoned by Ner'zhul!

Ner'zhul knew that behind the countless portals were countless worlds. He should have sent some scouts to see which world was more suitable for orcs to survive, and then decide which world to go to.

But he didn't have the time now. The human priest Alvin and his companions would not give him so much time.

Alvin really would not give him time. At this time, his holy fire had already been used and instantly struck Ner'zhul's head.

At this time, Ner'zhul controlled all the energy of the Draenor magic network, and he could even see the flow of magic elements with his naked eyes.

The old shaman cast a spell quickly, and a stone wall suddenly grew out of the ground, covering his head and blocking the attack of Alvin's sacred fire. Then he turned around and rushed towards the nearest portal like a madman.

The portal was floating in the air. He raised the skull of Gul'dan, and the energy shot out from the skull tore the entrance of the portal wider. He could already see the dark void on the other side of the portal. As long as he could escape, no matter where it was, he could always make a comeback.

As long as I can get through!

But Ner'zhul suddenly found that the light on the side dimmed, and he subconsciously stopped. In the next moment, a warhammer came down, blocking the road ahead.

Ner'zhul was shocked and looked back, only to see a young Draenei woman jumping high. It was she who had thrown the warhammer, and at this moment the Draenei woman was clenching her fists and was about to hit him.

Ner'zhul roared, and lightning quickly condensed on his palm. The old shaman did not dodge or evade, but used his electrified palm to strike the Draenei's chest.

"The Earth Shocks!"

The punch hit Yrel's chest, knocking the Draenei far away. A bloody hole with black smoke was blasted out of her chest, and the young paladin never stood up again.

"Yrel!"

Alwyn roared heartbreakingly, Yrel was closest to Ner'zhul, and the Draenei who were leading the way failed to stop Ner'zhul!