军团再临广播剧《萨格拉斯之墓》第三章神墓之怒

　　Gul'dan hesitated. The final seal felt different. He probed it, but there was no weak point. It seemed unbelievably strong, and with each passing moment, it grew more powerful. The tomb itself was bolstering it. Arcane energy was surging into the seal.

　　This was too complex to be an accident. Someone had anticipated this moment and created a mechanism to stop it. Another source of power was involved; Gul'dan sensed it. It was that other mortal, the one who had claimed this place centuries ago. This was her work. "Kil'jaeden, what is happening?" Gul'dan whispered.

　　There was no response.

　　More light filled the chamber. Gul'dan could feel that Khadgar was preparing an incredible amount of arcane power. The archmage was clearly aware that something massive was under way. "Now I know why this place feels so strange," Khadgar said. "I haven't felt anything like this since my apprenticeship. I don't know why I sense a Guardian's might, Gul'dan…"

　　Khadgar unleashed energy. Gul'dan braced himself, but the arcane magic did not wash outward. It manifested in midair. A glowing wedge, three times Khadgar's height, shimmered and sparked, its angles forming a fine edge. Khadgar rotated his hands, and the edge aimed straight at the floor.

　　The archmage's voice was strained but determined. "… but I see what it's trying to do." The arcane elementals raced to the wedge. Their arms became one with it. "And I think I'll help." Gul'dan felt a wordless wave of alarm roll in from Kil'jaeden.

　　The elementals pulled downward. The wedge slammed into the ground, cracking the stone floor. The entire chamber heaved. Gul'dan fell over.

　　—KILL HIM!KILL HIM NOW,GUL'DAN!—

　　So much for Kil'jaeden's plans. Gul'dan rose to his feet, letting his black cloak fall from his shoulders. There was no need to hide any longer. He discarded all of his tricks. "I obey, Kil'jaeden," the orc said, raising his hands.

　　Khadgar saw him immediately. "So it is Kil'jaeden," he said, smiling. His own hands thrust forward.

　　Khadgar's and Gul'dan's powers met in the middle with a deafening thunderclap. The heat of their battle softened the stone beneath them. The arcane elementals lifted the wedge again. The chamber shook. Pillars collapsed. The elaborate mechanisms meant to open a portal were shivering and unraveling. The wedge went up and down. The swirling violet and green hues flickered.

　　The place was near to breaking. Khadgar might well bring down the entire chamber, and with it, the Legion's portal.

　　Gul'dan hurled attack after attack. Khadgar deflected them all. He had no need to risk a counterattack. He was winning.

　　"Kil'jaeden," Gul'dan whispered, "I need the tomb's power."

　　—NO.—

　　"There is one seal left, and it is being protected! I cannot break it and kill him!" The words lashed Gul'dan's tongue. "He has had decades to study me. He can hold me off for too long."

　　—YOU WILL BETRAY ME.—

　　Gul'dan forced more power into his attacks. Khadgar wavered but held firm. Gul'dan growled in frustration. "Khadgar will destroy the tomb. The Legion will never have a chance to use this place again. Trust that I want to see this fool dead, or trust that all of your plans will burn."

　　Sweat dripped down Khadgar's face. "I forgot to finish my story," he said. "When you entered the Tomb of Sargeras, you died in an ambush."

　　Gul'dan could feel Kil'jaeden's indecision. The Deceiver knows me too well, he thought. But then, there was something new, a lake of fire in another realm, suddenly within reach…

　　"The other Gul'dan did not die by the Alliance's hands, nor by the Horde that he betrayed," Khadgar said. Gul'dan could not help but listen to him. "He entered the tomb and was torn limb from limb by demons. I suppose the Burning Legion had no more use for him."

　　The words struck Gul'dan numb.

　　Long ago, he had been an outcast on Draenor, with no ambition but to find his next meal. The Legion had opened his mind to a simple truth: strength could not be ignored. He never hungered again.

　　Khadgar had just shown him another truth: Gul'dan's strength would cease to be useful. It was not merely possible that the Legion would discard him. It was a certainty. It was fate.

　　And then power surged into him.

　　Khadgar was still talking. "I wonder what they will do to you, Gul'dan, when they are finished." He paused. The humor left his voice; he must have sensed the change. "What are you doing, warlock?"

　　Gul'dan stopped his attack on Khadgar and turned his might toward the final seal. All of his own strength. All of his lent power. Gul'dan snatched up the seal in a fel fist… … and crushed it. Its lethal energy lashed out, fizzled against his own.

　　Just like that, the wards were gone. The Burning Legion's reservoir, enough strength to shatter the barriers between worlds, was free, rushing toward the portal buried deep within the island.

　　That strength never arrived. Gul'dan claimed it first.

　　Fire filled Gul'dan's mind. He cried out, his hands clasping his head, eyes squeezed shut. He forgot Khadgar. He forgot the tomb. His defenses fell, and Khadgar's arcane fury washed over him. Gul'dan didn't feel it. He was suffocating in power. Drowning in an endless ocean.

　　It was vile. And it was beautiful. He drank deeply.

　　He felt pain.

　　And then he found his balance. He felt control.

　　This… this was real power. This was what he had wanted all along. This was what the Burning Legion had promised him: strength that could not be ignored.

　　Yet all the demons had given him until now were scraps. Why give more to a disposable fool?

　　Gul'dan opened his eyes. "Goodbye, Archmage," he said, lifting only a finger.

　　Khadgar encased himself with ice.

　　Overwhelming fury erupted. The chamber pitched like a ship on a heavy sea. The arcane elementals and their wedge evaporated in a heartbeat.

　　The block of ice, and the archmage within it, was but a pebble in a hurricane. Yet no matter how hard the warlock squeezed it, it did not shatter. That surprised Gul'dan. He felt as if he could crack open the entire world if he so desired. But it was a small shortcoming. Khadgar could die later. Gul'dan waved his hand, and the ice was hurled through the doorway, out of his sight. Then he collapsed the door's arch. Tons of rock crashed down, sealing the chamber shut. If Khadgar still lived, he was no longer a problem.

　　Gul'dan had won. The power within him was unimaginable. The possibilities, limitless.

　　Yet Kil'jaeden still thought he could issue the orders.

　　—YOU MADE A PACT,GUL'DAN.FINISH YOUR TASK.OPEN THE WAY FOR US.—

　　Gul'dan took a deep breath, savoring the moment.

　　"No, Kil'jaeden," he replied. "I will not."

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