军团再临广播剧双语：萨格拉斯之墓第二章老朋友

　　The entrance lay in ruins, completely destroyed. Khadgar spiraled to the ground, feathers shifting into flesh and silver hair, his flexible, perching toes filling out into feet clad in soft-soled boots. It happened in a flash, as always. Among the tricks he had learned from his mentor, that was still his personal favorite. As his feet touched down, he spread his arms wide, sweeping away the lingering fog of dust and pulverized stone. All of the barriers—magical and physical— sealing the tomb away from the world were gone. Only fel residues remained. This was Gul'dan’s doing.

　　Khadgar stood still. Listening. Sensing. He could feel the distant tingling of fel magic. Gul'dan was already inside. Already working.

　　It would be extremely risky to charge in alone, and it would take too long to search the tomb corridor by corridor. The interior was like a maze. There would be no easy way to follow Gul'dan’s footsteps.

　　Unless…

　　No. That was a stupid idea.

　　Khadgar took a deep breath. Exhaled. It was still a stupid idea. But nothing better came to mind.

　　"Well, then," he said bleakly. Might as well commit.

　　Khadgar sprinted inside and was immediately rewarded with pain. A dark pool opened up beneath his feet. Moaning voidwalkers reached through it from another plane of existence, clutching at his legs, their touch burning like frostbite, their grip strong enough to crush bone into powder. Khadgar slammed an arcane blast into their formless faces and stumbled free.

　　Gul'dan’s trap had failed. His first trap. There would be many others, of course. "And that's good," Khadgar murmured. When he found a room with branching corridors, he pushed energy down each tunnel.

　　Fire exploded in the tunnel to the left. Perfect.

　　Khadgar veered left and rushed through the flames. About a hundred yards ahead, there was another crossing. This time the north tunnel shimmered. Khadgar didn't even slow while slicing open that trap.

　　Gul'dan was being led on a leash. That much was clear. He would not have time to lay false trails. Khadgar kept running. He could follow Gul’dan's traps. This plan wasn’t so bad after all.

　　Hallway by hallway, passage by passage, Khadgar continued to run. Gul'dan’s traps were flimsy, hastily created things. Khadgar refused to break stride. That saved his life when a giant bolt came from an unexpected direction. Had Khadgar been one step behind, the lance of whirling green fire would have pierced his heart instead of ripping the back of his cloak.

　　As he ran deeper into the tomb, Khadgar noticed the elegant lines inscribed on the walls. Arcane runes？ It was a very odd place for them. They were unfamiliar, more advanced than anything Khadgar had ever seen. That was troubling. Some of them were glowing. That was far more troubling. Gul'dan had no experience with the arcane.

　　Does he？ Khadgar's thoughts raced. What is happening？ This place had been fortified centuries ago by Aegwynn, the most powerful Guardian to walk this world. Whatever she had done here was far beyond Khadgar's own skills.

　　And she was under Sargeras's influence when she did it.

　　That thought brought Khadgar to a dead stop. Another trap, only inches away, quivered and exploded. He shielded himself with an annoyed grunt and didn't feel a thing. One of the runes was carved into the hallway’s ceiling. He studied it carefully. Yes, he had never seen its like, but the way its angles were curved, the way it channeled energy—it had a familiar purpose.

　　A rune like this could be used as part of a lock.

　　Not a lock, Khadgar realized with horror. This rune was one small part of a key. A massive, hidden key, layered into the structure of the tomb itself. The complexity of it was… cosmic. Khadgar could think of no other word. Trying to comprehend it from a single rune was like trying to study an ocean from a single drop of water.

　　"Light help us all," Khadgar breathed. There was no mystery as to what the key would open. The Burning Legion had tried to create a portal here long, long ago. It had failed. The Legion's power had been rendered inert. Every Kirin Tor scholar would agree on that.

　　The Burning Legion knows something you do not, or else its puppet would not be here, Khadgar reminded himself.

　　Had Aegwynn built this key intentionally？ Or had Sargeras worked through her, twisting her actions so subtly that she hadn't noticed？ Khadgar didn’t know. All he could glean was that this rune had a deliberate purpose. If he were to tamper with it, it would probably block his power. Or it might throw it back at him. That sort of thing tended to be slightly fatal.

　　He began running again. Gul'dan was close. If Khadgar took out the Legion’s only pawn on the island, the demons' plans would be dust.

　　The hallways soon curved in the same direction. Khadgar let them funnel him inward, toward the pulsing blasts of fel. There were no more traps.

　　A narrow, ornate doorway led Khadgar into a towering chamber, its ceiling lost in the shadows above. And there, in the center, was his prey.

　　Gul'dan was crouched, making small gestures over a glowing tile on the floor. His head turned, and Khadgar saw his red eyes go wide with surprise.

　　Khadgar stepped forward without hesitation. "It's been too long, old friend." Lethal energy erupted from the archmage’s hands. "I've been looking forward to this."

　　Gul'dan snarled. "Have you, now？"

　　Green fire met violet power.

　　The Tomb of Sargeras trembled. The fight had begun.

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