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

Ner'zhul knocked down Yrel, pounced forward, and his whole body was shining with lightning, and he turned into a ghost wolf!

Ner'zhul's figure was like a flash of lightning, his body drew a graceful arc in the air and rushed towards the portal.

Solanlian and Calpurnia stood on the heads of the two giant dragons respectively, their figures standing out in the moonlight.

The Scepter of Sargeras in Solanlian's hand flickered with a cold blue light, while Calpurnia's staff burned with a blazing flame.

They waved their staffs at the same time, and two spells were formed instantly, one was ice magic and the other was fire magic.

The two forces intertwined and collided in the air, forming a blazing whirlwind of ice and fire that violently swept towards the ghost wolf.

However, the Ghost Wolf's body was as agile as a ghost. He shuttled through the whirlwind of ice and fire, accurately dodging the attacks every time.

Ner'zhul's speed was so fast that it was impossible to catch him. Only a trail of afterimages could be seen behind him.

"I win! Alliance! I win!"

With a mad roar, Ner'zhul leaped high into the air and jumped into the portal.

But what he didn't notice was that a golden thread had already been tied to the ghost wolf's hind legs.

"I want to run away! It's not that easy!"

There was a golden light in Alvin's eyes.

"Holy Leap! Come here!"

This golden thread seemed to have life. The moment Naio jumped into the portal, the golden thread tightened instantly.

"No no no no!"

Ner'zhul's voice came from the other side of the portal, and then the golden thread was pulled back quickly.

The portal's blue-green light flickered, like an eye in the abyss.

The ghost wolf's figure was once again forcibly pulled back from the portal by an invisible force.

He struggled in the air, howling miserably.

With a heavy thud, the ghost wolf fell heavily to the ground, its body almost broken apart, and it groaned in pain.

At the same time, the Skull of Gul'dan and the Eye of Dalaran were also thrown to the ground.

These two powerful artifacts left Ner'zhul's control, and the dazzling light they emitted immediately disappeared.

Alvin stood aside, his eyes like burning flames, full of anger.

He looked at Irel who was receiving treatment from Green Shadow, and the anger in his heart almost burst out.

He waved his hands, and golden threads stretched out from his palms like living tentacles, throwing Ner'zhul into the air again.

"Kill him!" Alvin's voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder.

Onyxia and Akalisra quickly responded to Alwyn's order. They flew towards Ner'zhul from the left and right sides respectively, opened their huge mouths and spewed out hot dragon breath.

"No, no! I surrender to you! Spare me!!"

In mid-air, Ner'zhul made a desperate plea, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the flames of the two dragons.

"No!!!! I am the...chief...of the tribe..."

His figure twisted and struggled in the flames, eventually turning into ashes.

Calpurnia and Solanlian had already floated down from the dragon's head and picked up the Skull of Gul'dan and the Eye of Dalaran. Alvin asked, "Calpurnia, what's the situation now? Can you close those portals?"

Elwyn was worried that if any of the portals led to the Twisting Nether, it would attract the Burning Legion, which would be disastrous.

Calpurnia nodded, quickly stood in the center of the magic network, raised two artifacts, and tried to establish a connection with Draenor, but the girl showed a look of pain on her face, as if she felt the pain of the planet Draenor.

The Skull of Gul'dan and the Eye of Dalaran in her hands flickered faintly, as if telling us that their power was gradually fading.

"I, I feel the wailing of Draenor... It's terrible..."

"We're too late. I need time to analyze it, but, but this planet is going to die! What should we do?"

"Is there any other way? How about opening a portal to Azeroth?"

Alvin specialized in Holy Light and knew little about arcane magic. He clenched his fists, his heart filled with anxiety.

"No, I need a huge supply of magic. It was possible here, but, but, this place is about to collapse!"

Solanlian gently patted Calpurnia's shoulder to comfort her.

"It seems that Ner'zhul's magical ritual just now has accelerated the collapse of Draenor. This planet is on the brink of destruction..."

She whispered, "Perhaps we can try to find other solutions? Perhaps there are other forces that can help us."

"What's happening? Oh my God! Is the world ending?"

At this moment, Kurdlan's voice sounded, and he led a group of griffin knights to land beside Alvin.

Khadgar also jumped down from the back of a griffin and shouted to Alvin from a distance,

"Alvin, where is Ner'zhul?"

Alvin shook his head.

"We killed Ner'zhul, but we were too late. He opened the portal, and now Draenor is almost overwhelmed..."

Kurdlan blew his beard in surprise. "Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean you can't take it anymore?"

"boom!"

A loud noise interrupted Kurdlan's words.

The volcano behind them let out a loud roar, and hot magma gushed out of the crater like an angry dragon, dyeing the sky red.

The smell of volcanic ash and sulfur quickly filled the air, suffocating people.

The ground at the foot of the mountain also cracked into deep fissures due to the violent shaking, as if they were scars of Mother Earth.

These terrifying cracks are like the bloody mouths of giant beasts, devouring all life that approaches them.

The dark temple beneath their feet also began to shake.

The cracks in the wall gradually widened, and stones fell one after another with a dull thud. Each loud thud seemed to announce the fate of this ancient temple.

At the same time, the sea east of the temple also became extremely violent at this moment.

The originally calm sea surface suddenly rolled up huge waves, as if it was forcibly torn apart by some invisible force.

Alvin took a deep breath. He knew that the world of Draenor was bound to face its end. He had thought that he could turn the tide, but he didn't expect that what was going to happen would still happen.

"Quick, get Turalyon and the others to higher ground! The Dark Temple is about to collapse!"

Alvin shouted loudly. Seeing that the situation was not good, Kurdlan knew that something big was going to happen. He immediately called out and climbed onto his griffin.

But his big griffin was so frightened at this moment that it refused to take off. It was beaten several times by the dwarf before it came to its senses. It took off screaming and flew towards the bottom of the temple with its master.

Alvin's mind was spinning rapidly. What should he do now?

As he thought about it, he ran to Yrel's side and cast a holy light spell to heal the Draenei girl's injuries.

As soon as Iriel regained consciousness, she threw herself into Alvin's arms and cried.

Yrel's tears flowed like clear streams across his chest, warm and heavy.

He raised his head and saw Green Shadow, Calpurnia and Solanlian also surrounded him and hugged him together. An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

"Everyone, what is this for?"

There was a tremor in Alvin's voice as his eyes swept over the familiar faces. Did everyone think that they were going to die here?

Calpurnia looked up, tears glistening in her eyes.

Although her voice was choked with sobs, she was firm and resolute.

"We have no regrets."

These words hit Alvin's heart like a heavy hammer.

He felt as if his heart was torn apart by something and a piece was missing.