The bloody battle in front of the huge iron gate had reached its most brutal state.
Roars, curses, and the sounds of heavy weapons clashing were the strongest sounds on the battlefield.
Due to the aftermath of the intense battle, many of the torches' bases had been destroyed. The light in the tunnel gradually dimmed, and the torches that had fallen to the ground emitted the last bit of heat before they were extinguished.
How long had this bloody battle lasted?
How many of these savage green-skinned monsters were there?
Where did they come from?
What kind of strength did they have?
Would Duque, who had entered the iron gate, succeed?
If they succeeded, how many of the people guarding here would be able to survive?
Everything had already become a blur, as the people guarding the iron gate were already mentally numb. They instinctively waved the weapons in their hands, inhaling more of the bloody air with every breath they took. With every exhale, they let out the loudest roars they could muster.
The chaotic wind in the tunnel blew at Uther's ear-length hair, and his brown hair swept across his cheeks. Unlike the other warriors whose eyes were bloodshot from the fierce battle, his most devout faith made him far more tranquil than the others.
Uther's mouth was shouting the most majestic of slogans, but his ears were pricked up. It was as if he was standing and listening to a human epic being recited by a bard.
The origins were long and magnificent.
It was like a long wind that crossed the barriers of time and space, bringing the ideals of their distant ancestors and their wills to this place.
In a daze, Uther saw countless illusory knights appear beside him, fighting side by side with them.
Even though their faces were blurry, he could clearly see that they were humans.
He suddenly understood who they were.
Ancestors, kings, and all the heroic spirits who had fought for humanity.
The Morning Star Wizard behind Uther, Ronin, was unexpectedly powerful. With the support of an almost limitless amount of magic crystals, his violent arcane magic poured out in torrents in the entire tunnel.
Any orc below the level of a chief would be instantly killed if they were hit by his magic.
It was a pity that there were just too many orcs.
For some reason, Uther thought of 2,800 years ago, when humans had just obtained magic power.
A man raised his sword in front of the knights and said,
"I swear on this sword that humans will bear the grace of the High Elves and establish an eternal covenant. We will wipe out all evil creatures and give civilization and hope to the truly intelligent races! My people, my children, my grandchildren, will pass on my oath until the end of the world — "
More than 2,800 years ago, the flag of the Arathor Empire was raised on the battlefield of the Arathi Highlands, reflecting the dawn of that day. Humans and High Elves joined forces to fight against the green trolls.
Two thousand eight hundred years later, it was as if three thousand years of history had overlapped. Humans and Elves joined hands once again, but this time, their enemies had changed from the green-skinned Trolls to the green-skinned Orcs.
"2800 years ago, we had Thoradin The Great. Now, where is our new 'Thoradin The Great'? "While Wuther was talking to himself, the battle had reached its climax.
The number of humans still standing in front of the iron gate could be counted on two hands.
The nameless knights had all died in battle.
But in front of them, there was still a sea of Orc elites.
Suddenly, a strange feeling that shook the entire stronghold surged towards everyone, covering the sky and covering the earth.
"Roar —"
From the deepest part of Grim Batol Fortress, a loud and clear roar came from within.
It was the roar of a dragon!
It was the roar of the Life Giver, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza!
The roar was filled with complicated emotions. There were almost all kinds of emotions. Sadness, sadness, displeasure, resentment, hatred, but most of all, joy!
Joy for freedom!
Joy for breaking free from the cage!
And … anger towards the enemy!
An ominous feeling spread through every Orc, as if the sky was about to fall on them.
"Not good! Could it be … "Before Orgrim could finish, the huge iron gate suddenly opened. From the dark and deep hole, a magical light suddenly flashed like daylight.
"Sorry, this is the 'could it be' that you are afraid of! Alexstrasza has been liberated by me! Orcs, your doomsday is here! "This was followed by a voice that was familiar and extremely hateful to the Horde. Countless magical lights shot out from the inside, passing over the heads of the human knights and Holy Knights. It was like a waterfall of the Milky Way falling from the heavens, exploding into the Orc army.
"Boom boom boom!" After a series of explosions, other than the chieftains, there were no longer any Orcs alive in the dark army.
Even someone like Orgrim, who had amazing magic resistance, could not avoid being sent flying by the violent magic.
The power of this magic …
"Duque?!" Every knight turned around in surprise.
He did not disappoint anyone. Duque's not-so-muscular figure appeared in the middle of the gate. Behind him was a somewhat bashful Sasha.
Nodding to everyone, Duque raised his head and shouted, "It's time! Muradin! "
This was a voice that contained magic. It penetrated the walls and spread far away.
Before the Orcs could react from the explosion, they suddenly realized that there were many holes on both sides of the huge tunnel. Countless dwarves waved giant axes and war hammers as they came out of the holes that were only half the height of the Orcs. They did not care about the consequences and started fighting.
Muradin Bronzebeard was the first to attack. He raised his war hammer high, "Brothers of Bronzebeard, for victory! For the future! For tomorrow! For our descendants, we will no longer live under the shadow of these greenskins. Kill! "
"Kill!" The Holy Knights, who were already exhausted, released their strongest notes since the start of the battle. The already dazzling Holy Light shone even brighter. They were like small suns that crushed towards the Horde.
"No — Impossible! It shouldn't be like this!! " Orgrim's fangs were as sharp as ever. The [Hammer of Destruction] that he wielded was still powerful. He could send more than ten dwarven warriors flying or even kill them with a single sweep.
However, all they could see were Orcs struggling in despair.
Every Orc was worthy of the word 'valiant'.
But so what?
They lost!
This time, he was truly defeated.
Rexxar could not save the Horde.
He, Orgrim, could not do it either.
Even the Red Dragon Army, which they relied on the most when they were reorganizing, would immediately rebel the moment their queen was freed.
One could imagine the countless Red Dragons roaring and twisting their necks to bite the dragon-howling Orcs that had been riding on their backs for so long to death …
"No! Duque! Only you! Duque, you must pay the price! " Orgrim used all his strength to leap high into the air and throw his [Hammer of Destruction] at Duque!
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