Brave New World

No one would have imagined that Grom's missing son would actually unite with Cenarius and the others.

"It's nothing serious." Maraad used the Holy Light energy to dispel the Fel energy from Grom's body, and the orc's wounds began to heal. "He will wake up soon."

"Thank you, Draenei." Grom raised his head, looking at the Draenei guard, his eyes filled with guilt. "I am very sorry for what happened before. I…"

"Say no more." Maraad turned his head away.

During the war between the orcs and the Draenei, the Warsong Clan was the "vanguard" in the massacre of the Draenei, and Grom's hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent Draenei.

Maraad was the commander of the Draenei at that time, and his hatred for the orcs, the Warsong Clan, and Grom was beyond words. He would never let go of this hatred. However, this noble Draenei was also very clear that they, the Draenei, could not live in hatred forever. They had wandered through countless worlds, and after arriving in Azeroth, the Prophet Velen had said that this would be their final home.

The Draenei would no longer run away.

And to survive in this world, they had to adapt to the rules of this world.

Maraad wanted revenge, but for the survival of the Draenei, they must not start another war with the orcs. Since they were destined to live in peace, they had to let go of their hatred.

Malfurion was sitting on the ground, panting heavily, without any regard for his posture. He was also extremely exhausted.

"You are in luck, my brother." A familiar voice came to Malfurion's ears, and a hand with violet skin was extended to him. Saying it was a hand was actually more like a claw—the knuckles of this hand were thick and bulging, the fingers were naturally curved, and the nails had become sharp and pointed. Apart from the skin color, people would immediately associate it with the claws of a demon.

The owner of the claw was Illidan, the former Demon Hunter, and now he himself had become "demonized." It's just that this "demon" was not so evil, at least for now, he had not used his power to do evil.

Malfurion grabbed the other's hand, and a force was transmitted, pulling him up steadily. Then Bard came over and cast a healing spell on him, and he immediately felt a lot more relaxed.

"Thanks to you for arriving in time." Malfurion sighed. If they had been a few minutes later, Illidan might not have even seen his body.

He looked around and didn't see Aiden, and immediately asked, "Did only you guys come?"

"Originally, it wasn't just us. It was Lord Aiden who brought us in."

"Why don't I see him?"

"He… may have encountered some trouble."

—

Illidan guessed right, Aiden did encounter trouble.

The void energy generated by the Twilight Dragon's self-destruction caused the space-time to become chaotic under the influence of the mirror world. Aiden once again fell into the space-time turbulence. Fortunately, he had experienced this before, so he did not panic. Instead, he used his special ability to gather Kayle, Kassadin, and Kadgar around him.

If they were separated in the space-time turbulence, they might really be separated by countless worlds…

After an unknown period of time, when they finally found the exit and returned to the real world, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Where is this?" The four of them asked in unison.

They were not teleported to the Twisting Nether. If that were the case, Aiden might have been happier, at least it was a familiar territory.

This was also not Azeroth or Draenor. The three suns of different sizes hanging in the sky revealed everything—this was a planet they had never set foot on before.

Kadgar looked up at the sky. The three suns were of different colors. The largest one was red, followed by a purple one, and finally a golden sun that looked only one-tenth the size of the red sun. He stared at the red one, and his heart suddenly beat violently—he had seen this sun before, in the illusion of Karazhan twenty years ago.

The mage's brain was a little congested, causing him to feel dizzy. A strong thought kept echoing in his mind: Is this where he will be buried?

The others didn't know what was on Kadgar's mind. Aiden sensed the situation in this new world. The arcane energy in this world was very active, and the gravity was only half that of Azeroth. In such an environment, both mages and melee classes would be greatly strengthened.

They discussed their respective discoveries, while Kassadin used Void Walk to scout the surroundings.

"I wonder if this world has intelligent life and a sufficiently developed civilization."

"If there is, the mages here must be the most respected profession." Kadgar said, "The arcane energy here is more abundant and more active than Azeroth." He spread out his palm, and a fireball suddenly appeared, "The casting speed and the power of spells have been increased by more than double."

This was simply the environment that mages loved the most—but Aiden suddenly thought of something.

He quickly understood that excessive use of arcane energy would inevitably attract the Burning Legion's prying eyes—even if the War of the Ancients was put aside, in the more than two thousand years of history after the establishment of Dalaran, such examples were not uncommon.

Before long, Kassadin returned here and brought back the news he least wanted to hear: "The demons of the Burning Legion are rushing towards us!"

"How many?" Aiden immediately asked.

"Tens of thousands of elites."

"It seems we'd better hide for a while."

Aiden looked around. At least within the range of sight, there were no traces of this world being polluted by Fel energy. They might have just happened to encounter the Burning Legion's invasion of this world.

However, considering that it was Dargonax 's self-destruction that sent them here, Aiden felt that all of this might not be a coincidence.

The master behind that Twilight Dragon must have wanted him to come to this world.

Was it Kil'jaeden?

Aiden tried to figure out the "Deceiver's" purpose, but after thinking about it, he gave up because of insufficient information.

Regardless of what Kil'jaeden's purpose was, what Aiden could do now was to adapt to the situation.

Kassadin led the way, flying in another direction. Fortunately, their mobility was very good, and it shouldn't be a problem to get rid of these pursuers.

It was just that not long after, Aiden felt that he had underestimated the Burning Legion—because he soon sensed that demons were also surrounding them in the direction they were heading, and the number was also in the tens of thousands!

And when they changed direction again, they encountered the same result.

Aiden's face sank, "I'm afraid we have to fight them."

Tens of thousands of demons were converging from four directions, which would definitely be a bitter battle.

Aiden and Kayle joined forces to prepare a holy spell—a strong holy light descended from the sky, covering an area hundreds of meters in diameter around them.

This was the "Sanctuary of Light." Kayle had used this spell once during the Battle of the Broken Ridge a few years ago. However, at that time, both Aiden and Kayle were still very weak, and they were not comparable to what they were now. At that time, Kayle needed to guide the spell specifically, but now it was not needed. The "Sanctuary of Light" summoned by the two of them together might not be as effective as the "Light Barrier" created by the Naaru, but it could also greatly weaken the demons' abilities.

Defeating tens of thousands of demons was not an easy task. Even if these demons stood still and let them kill, it would definitely be enough for the four of them to kill from morning to evening. What's more, these elite demons were not lambs to be slaughtered. They were bloodthirsty wolves that would tear their enemies to pieces if they caught the chance!

More than ten minutes later, a battle with completely unequal numbers broke out on an unknown desert on this unknown planet. Tens of thousands of demons rushed into the Sanctuary of Light one after another, enduring the pain of being scorched by the holy light, and launched an attack on the four people inside.

On the hills not far away, several demon legion commanders were gathering together, overlooking everything on the battlefield.

The Abyss Lord roared sullenly: "These people don't seem easy to deal with."

The Doom Lord sneered: "Feeling sorry for your subordinates? Do you want to go into battle yourself?"

"Why, can't I?" The Abyss Lord immediately retorted. The Abyss Demons under his command were the main force of the attack, but on the battlefield, because of the imbalance of power, these "main forces" were actually just cannon fodder sent to their deaths.

"Then go, no one will stop you."

"You!"

"alright, stop arguing!" The Demon Warlock suppressed their quarrel, "Don't be reckless, remember the master's instructions, we just need to hold them back. Lord Commander has already told us that these people are very dangerous. The great Archimonde fell at their hands. Who of you thinks you can challenge such strong opponents?"

"Could these little soldiers hold them to death?" The Abyss Lord argued, "Looking at the commotion here, I'm afraid the native army is already rushing here. If they get involved, our lives will probably be difficult!"

The Demon Warlock rolled his eyes: "So what? We just need to hold these people back and prevent them from going back through the 'portal.' Remember this, Brutallus, and all of you, as long as we complete this task, even if our entire army is wiped out, we will have made a great contribution!"

The Abyss Demon snorted and stopped talking.

At this time, a Doomguard flew over and reported to them: "Legion Commander, the natives, the native coalition forces are attacking!"

"They are coming half an hour faster than we expected."

"That hateful human!"

Several legion commanders were indignant, but it was difficult to hide the fear in their hearts. It was conceivable that the "hateful human" in their mouths must have caused them considerable psychological trauma.

The Doom Lord spat and said fiercely: "It's all because of that stupid succubus, Mirtelas!"

The other lords nodded in agreement.

"If that b*tch couldn't control her pants, that human would have been killed by us long ago. How could there be this mess now!"

"Yes, it's all her fault!"

While the legion commanders were indignantly accusing, they were arranging a retreat. The absent Ms. Mirtelas became a breakthrough for them to resolve their embarrassment. No one mentioned how huge a shame the act of retreat itself was to the arrogant and self-righteous Burning Legion.