"Commander Marcus is launching a fierce attack on the fallen Titan, Argus, who is guarding the planet. As long as we kill the Nirvanic, we can make the Burning Legion's most powerful Void Lords and demon elites lose their ability to resurrect … "
A stone stirred up a thousand ripples!
All of a sudden, the tens of millions of soldiers in the Alliance all shouted together as if they were on steroids.
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live Azeroth!"
"Long live Commander Marcus!"
The soldiers shouted loudly, as if they wanted to turn every bit of air in their lungs into cries of resistance, pouring it out and roaring it out.
While shouting, the soldiers on the frontline poured firepower on the demons in a fanatical state.
This news was too exciting.
Before the arrival of the army, every person in Azeroth had been instilled with the dangers of the army by the Alliance's propaganda agency. There were videos of the destruction of Draenor as teaching materials, the words and deeds of the Draenei who had lost their homes, and the stories of the older generation who had been ravaged by the demon army led by Archimonde.
While people were determined to fight, they couldn't help but feel worried, uneasy, and afraid.
Especially when the army really launched an all-out attack, everyone stepped onto the battlefield with the determination to die.
Wives sent their husbands off.
Old people sent their sons off.
Children sent their fathers off.
Men were all on the battlefield, and there were women.
Many towns had almost become empty cities, and the only ones left in the shelters were those who were too old to carry guns, women with big bellies, and children who were just learning to speak.
In a situation where there was no way out, everyone was twisted into a rope.
But when their last hope would turn into despair, no one could say for sure.
Unexpectedly, in this moment of despair, it was the great hero Duke Marcus who had saved Azeroth time and time again who stood up. He used a strategy that transcended the mortal world to give the other party's teleportation hub a hard blow.
This time, so what if the Burning Legion had billions of troops?
If they were all stuck in the Distorted Void and couldn't come out, then they were just a string of meaningless numbers.
If the only remaining leader of the Burning Legion, Kil 'jaeden, had any mishaps, or if Sargeras' resurrection failed, then it would be fun.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" The Allied Army soldiers shouted and launched a fierce counterattack, killing every demon's portal.
To a rational commander, there was a possibility that the enemy's teleportation situation would change. They should seize the opportunity to completely destroy all the Burning Legion's teleportation portals in Azeroth. At the very least, they would be able to turn the tables on a strategic level.
As for whether they could deal with Argus the Terminator, that was a matter for the Alliance Heroes.
"Counterattack, counterattack! Fire all the cannonballs out for me! What was the logistics team doing? I need 100 units of ammunition to be sent to the frontline as soon as possible. "Marshal Bridget Abbendis yelled without the slightest hint of ladylike demeanor.
Whether it was Bridget, Tyler, Alfred, or Old Mograine, these frontline commanders all seized the opportunity.
In Sargeras' tomb, Kil 'jaeden was furious. "Impossible! That little bastard, Duque, he only controlled the Teleportation Hub of Argus' Burning Throne! How did he manage to close the Warped Nether portal? "
Torim laughed and gave Kil 'jaeden a thunderous hammer. As he smashed the egg, he revealed a very human-like smile. "Guess!"
Guess?
Guess my ass!
Kil 'jaeden's lungs were about to explode.
In fact, not to mention Torim, even the Alliance Leaders didn't know how Duque managed to defeat Argus and even destroy the Distorted Void.
It didn't matter if they didn't know. They were happy even if they were mischievous!
In Sargeras' tomb, without the endless support of the Void Lords, the Allied Army with more experts and more elite members suddenly fought with vigor.
For example, Odin and Torim weren't good at fighting protracted battles. The strategic needs forced them to take it easy and use their own strength.
Once the portal was closed, they became the most dazzling stars on the battlefield without holding back.
"Kill him!" Kil 'jaeden cursed. Suddenly, two Void Lords rushed forward, trying to severely injure Odin, the most eyesore guardian.
Not only because Odin was annoying, but also because almost all of Odin's attacks were of the holy attribute.
Unfortunately, Odin wasn't a lone commander.
He might not be able to command his former colleagues, but his lackeys were quite powerful.
Heimdallr, Odin's gatekeeper in the Valhalla, was also quite powerful as a watchman second only to the guardians. With a Bleeding Sweep, he directly beat an Abyss Lord to the point of vomiting blood and retreating.
Demon Wolf Fenrell pounced and bit a Dreadlord like lightning. No matter how that guy struggled, it moved its strong limbs and dragged that guy back to the Allied Army.
Tortola the Tortoise God was very eye-catching, pressing down with his "light" body that weighed over a thousand tons.
"Pfft!"
Yes, the Dreadlord had become Dreadlord Paste. Even dogs wouldn't eat that thing that affected the appearance of the city.
Odin activated Radiant Storm, rolling up thousands of holy energy pulse beams. The golden light was like the rising sun. Any demon below the Lord level who touched it would become a corpse. There was no second outcome.
Even Kil 'jaeden was at a disadvantage. This level of holy light was no different from strong acid to him.
In an instant, a series of bucket-sized blisters appeared on his red skin.
"Ahhh!"
Against a demon commander as large as the egg, this attack was not light either.
The number of Demon Lords around Kil 'jaeden who could help him quickly decreased.
On the other side, in the Burning Throne on Planet Argus.
Everyone received the latest news from the portal on Azeroth: even the portal to the Twisting Nether had been sealed.
Tyrande was curious. "Duque, how did you do it? Argus and the portal to the Twisting Nether aren't from the same system, right? "
Duque smirked. "Do you remember the one I used in the Twisting Nether?"
Tyrande was stunned and became embarrassed. "Which … which one?"
Duque knew that Tyrande had misunderstood. He forced himself to be serious. "Ten thousand years ago, I used the recoil from the Well of Eternity to blow up the largest demon fortress in the Twisting Nether. This made Sargeras and Kil 'jaeden extremely sad, but it also led to the creation of a series of new measures. "
Jaina understood. "For example, they transferred the soul cores of themselves and the strongest group of high-level Void Lords to Argus?"
"Yes. To prevent their own portals from being used again, all the portals in the Twisting Nether are equipped with a countermeasure. That is, if they encounter a certain amount of reverse energy, the portal will automatically close. If the energy exceeds a predetermined threshold, the portal will self-destruct to ensure the safety of the Twisting Nether. "
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