军团再临广播剧双语：萨格拉斯之墓第二章老朋友

　　The warden's eyes bored into his. "A few Nightfallen. We sent Cordana with you to prevent this sort of disaster."

　　"The true disaster can still be stopped. History is not repeating itself," Khadgar said. "This Gul'dan didn’t know how to get here. It wasn't even his choice to come through the Black Gate. Someone is guiding him every step of the way."

　　"Why？ To where？ The Tomb of Sargeras？ It is empty," Maiev said. "Ner'zhul took some of its power. Illidan took the rest."

　　Khadgar shook his head. "Maiev. You know what his masters want： an open door to Azeroth.

　　They tried to create one there before. Perhaps they want to try again."

　　"That is not possible."

　　"Not for you or me," Khadgar said. "There is no chance that the Legion is expending this much effort for a fool's errand. Gul’dan is here to claim the tomb in their name. Help me, Maiev. You and your Watchers. Together we can stop him. Isn't this exactly what your duty demands？"

　　Maiev regarded Khadgar without blinking. A few moments passed.

　　Then she made her decision.

　　"To me," she commanded. Her Watchers gathered around in an instant. Orders came rapidly.

　　"Rally everyone to the Vault of the Betrayer. We may have to relocate all that is inside."

　　Khadgar was speechless.

　　Maiev's troops saluted and responded in unison. "Yes, Warden Shadowsong！" Without hesitation, they sprinted away, disappearing to the south. Not toward the tomb. Away from it.

　　Khadgar said nothing. He couldn't. Maiev had just instructed her Watchers to leave. They would not help. "Maiev, what are you doing？" he finally asked.

　　Maiev faced him. With her subordinates gone, her words fell like a hammer on an anvil. "You failed to stop Gul'dan on Draenor. You failed to stop him here. He stole a ship, did he？ Is it so difficult for a raven to track a slow, wind-driven vessel？ An ocean’s worth of failures."

　　Khadgar couldn't believe what he was hearing. "The Burning Legion itself opposes us. You know nothing of what we faced on Draenor," he said.

　　But Maiev wasn't finished. "Gul’dan sailed to the Broken Isles before you caught up with him. And then—what？ A little fire allowed him to escape and swim the rest of the way？"

　　A little fire.

　　It had been a merchant vessel. Many passengers aboard. When Khadgar first spotted the ship, Gul'dan had stacked the shriveled, desiccated corpses of the adults on the deck and had lined up all the children as living shields against him.

　　And then, with a single spark of fel fire…

　　The memory filled Khadgar with anger, and he spoke without thinking. "I forgot. You never suffer such setbacks. Remind me： how many of your sisters did you leave to die during your hunt for Illidan？"

　　There was absolute silence in the meadow. Each passing second widened the gulf between them.

　　When Maiev responded, she spoke with finality.

　　"Any help I would give you would be wasted. Moreover, you are wrong. There is nothing left in the tomb. Every remnant of power once stored there is now contained in Illidan's remains.

　　Those are in the vault. That would be the Legion's true prize. That is where Gul'dan would go. So my duty compels me there, to stop him," she said.

　　Khadgar bit down on a harsh response. He truly needed her help. "Warden Shadowsong," he said, close to pleading, "you know the tomb. I don't. That may be a critical advantage." Maiev turned away. "Good luck, Archmage. When you realize your error, you can find me at the vault. We have much more to discuss." She ran after her Watchers.

　　Khadgar didn't call out to her. "So be it," he said softly. In moments, Maiev was gone, and Khadgar was soaring through the sky as a raven. He circled around the shipwrecks, trying to sense Gul’dan. He couldn't. He felt no presences other than hiding Nightfallen. Either Gul’dan had found a way across the bay, to Thal'dranath, or he had fled north, toward Suramar and Highmountain. One of those possibilities was exceedingly more dangerous. Khadgar veered across the open water, winging toward the dark island with the ancient abandoned structure rising above it.

　　For the first time in years, perhaps decades, he felt despair. Even charging through the Dark Portal on a suicide mission had not filled him with such dread.Then, the Iron Horde's aim had been clear： conquest. Khadgar’s failure would have meant his death. Even success might have required the ultimate sacrifice. There was a certain peace in facing that. But the Burning

　　Legion… Khadgar had studied it for so long, yet he had not uncovered its true goals. For the Legion, subjugating Azeroth was only a means to an end. What came after enslaving or incinerating every living creature？ He didn't know. And he feared the answer.

　　That was one of the reasons why he had focused on Gul'dan when he was on Draenor. You could learn much by how your opponents moved their pawns.

　　And the Legion has likely flung its pawn straight at the Tomb of Sargeras, Khadgar thought. Maiev was partially correct： the place had been stripped of anything useful long ago. The lingering naga had been cleared out by the Kirin Tor, and the remaining artifacts of power, meager as they were, had been delivered into the Watchers' custody. Intricate arcane locks and wards had been laid across the entire structure, strong enough to keep thieves, adventurers, and sinister agents out for good.

　　It would take a highly motivated, highly powerful individual to break in. That meant Gul'dan should have little trouble. It was just a matter of finding out how he planned to enter—

　　BOOM.

　　Well.One mystery solved, Khadgar thought. The muffled, distant noise reached his ears an instant before a powerful shockwave rattled the air. His raven eyes snapped downward, toward the island of Thal'dranath, as the wind seemed to tremble around his wings. A dust cloud was rising above the Tomb of Sargeras. He dived toward it.

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