If the operation failed, Lordaeron would suffer a double loss, and the Dalajan would not have a good time either.
Antonidas nodded, and waved to the people below. Immediately, a commotion began to spread.
"Everyone, get ready!"
"Open the portal in five minutes!"
"Countdown begins!"
In the plaza, the servants in charge of preparations began to leave like a flowing stream. Soon, the only ones left were the generals and soldiers.
Unrelated people were quickly taken away.
The Dalajan guards in charge of safety quickly sealed off the plaza.
Groups of Morning Star Mages stepped into the magic formation beside the portal, and entered their designated positions.
Everyone began to look at Grand Mage Antonidas on the platform.
After preparing the guards, Antonidas quickly began to cast a spell. After a short incantation, Antonidas's consciousness began to enter the hazy void.
He was looking for the spatial coordinates of Grim Batol Fortress.
Teleportation was never an easy task. Unless it was a capital city of a kingdom, it was difficult to have complete spatial coordinates. Most of the time, Mages had to explore it themselves and lock onto a target.
If they were not careful, it would be a tragedy.
Hence, few Mages below Radiant Moon dared to teleport to areas outside the major cities.
To avoid alerting the enemy, the Alliance did not even set the coordinates with the Grimbatol Mages beforehand. The person they relied on the most was naturally Breaking Dawn Mage Antonidas.
He did not have to spend much effort to find his target.
It was to the east of Grim Batol, near the Dragon's Maw Gate in the future.
He could not set the portal on top of Grim Batol Mountain. Firstly, there was not much space there, and secondly, the assault team would be very passive against the Red Dragon's repeated attacks.
He also did not have the cheating skills of the Wings of Death to directly find the secret passage to the Red Dragon Queen. He could only choose the most suitable spot, an empty space between the Horde's army and Grim Batol Fortress.
Found it!
The moment Antonidas locked onto the coordinates, the huge portal in the plaza began to fluctuate violently. First it was a ripple, and then it turned into a huge wave made of an unknown substance.
In a few moments, the scene on the other side of the portal appeared.
It was a huge passageway, and both sides of the passageway were filled with torches. The tribal warrior who was in charge of guarding was shocked by the sudden appearance of the portal in front of him. Then, he saw the Alliance soldiers standing in front of the portal, ready to charge.
General Abbendis, the highest commander of this operation, raised his sword high. "In the name of Lordaeron, charge!"
There was a loud roar in the square. With the most capable Silver Hand as the leader, the commandos rushed over.
Leading the way, Abbendis and Saidan Dathrohan charged forward like two sharp swords, and the Beastmen immediately fell into chaos.
However, it was only a moment of confusion.
To the surprise of the people of Rotterdam, the Orcs seemed to be … quite prepared.
Hundreds of well-equipped Orc Warriors with considerable strength rushed out from the various branches of the main road of the fortress, and fought with the elites of the Rotterdam Kingdom.
The hundreds of orcs charged back at the 1,000 elites of the Rotterdam Kingdom, and it seemed that they still had a chance of winning.
A few Orc centurions tried their best to encourage their tribesmen, hoping to use the relatively narrow terrain to contain the Alliance's offensive and turn the tide of the battle. However, he soon realized that his thoughts were just wishful thinking.
In front of him were two of the most ferocious people in the Alliance. Moreover, even though the warriors here were also known as elites, and also had a good reputation for bravery in the clan.
Unfortunately, even though they had the same title, there was still a fundamental difference in combat power between warriors of different clans.
Many factors such as physique and resistance determined combat power. If the combat power of the elites of the Black Rock Clan under the direct jurisdiction of Orgrim was 100, these guys would at most be 70.
In front of the elites of the Rotterdam Kingdom, that was not enough at all!
The strength that they were proud of was useless in the face of faster speed. Often, when the Orcs swung their arms, a sharp sword had already pierced through their terrible faces.
This was especially so for the Paladins of the Silver Hand who were charging at the front. Killing Orcs of this level was no different from chopping melons and vegetables.
Saidan was holding a sledgehammer that shone with Holy Light, just like the legendary Titan who controlled the supreme divine power. As long as he swung the sledgehammer, several rays of Holy Light would sweep into the crowd of Orcs like lightning. The platinum Holy Light Hammer emitted a holy aura, and easily hit the Orcs that weighed hundreds of kilograms like flying balls.
With the enhancement of the Paladin skill [Dedication], Saidan would have a large amount of Holy Light penetrating the ground with every step he took, and then bursting out from the ground. As long as any Orc was slightly weaker, their legs would immediately be burned by the Holy Light, and they would be charred directly.
However, that was not the end. General Abbendis, who was beside him, also became more and more courageous as he fought. In the end, he seemed to have entered a state similar to being possessed by the God of War.
His red armor that looked like it was burning like flames was emitting some kind of light that was similar to Holy Light during his intense movements. That was already some kind of materialization of the special energy of the Warrior profession, [Fury].
The greatsword in his hands actually surged with red power, and his majesty was like the arrival of Odin, the Titan of Creation.
The roar that came out of his mouth was like thunder, and he did not even need to draw his sword. Just the power of [Fury] alone was enough to unleash the special Warrior skill [Thunderous Strike] and directly kill the heavily injured Orcs.
The soldiers of the assault team were so ferocious that the kings who were watching the battle from behind stared dumbfoundedly at all of this. They felt like they were in a trance, as if just relying on the elites of the elites, they could wipe out all the tribes.
Terenas's face had an unspoken arrogance that did not need to be expressed.
His grey hair fluttered in the wind, and he had an indescribable air about him.
Antonidas was silent. He watched as the assault team began to split into two groups. One group built a line of defense, using junk as cover, and began to seal the largest entrance of the fortress.
The assault team, on the other hand, went all the way to the deepest part of the fortress.
It seemed like … there was hope!
At this time, Antonidas's senses spread out in the fortress. He wanted to see if he could help the troops predict danger, such as which direction the Red Dragon was in.
At this moment, he suddenly sensed a strange existence. To be precise, he sensed the aura of a magic circuit.
He swore that he would never forget this presence for the rest of his life, because it came from the same source.
It was the presence of [Arcane Throne] and [Ice Crown]. Even though it was very, very weak, Antonidas would never mistake it for someone else.
After all, in this world, other than that kid, there was no one else who knew these two arcane circuits.
What the hell!
Duke Marcus was still alive!?
Antonidas's mind went blank for a moment. He completely forgot why he spread out his senses.
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