Inside the stone pillar was the Teleportation Portal itself, emitting green and black light that was filled with energy.
To Antonidas and the other mages, it was still a large vortex that emitted energy and some strange feelings in the large space.
"I can feel that the door is extending and deeply embedded in the ground, devouring the energy in the underground magic net," Antonidas reminded Lothar.
There were more than 10,000 Orcs gathered in front of the door, but they didn't seem to know what to do.
They were no longer clans. Perhaps the continuous defeats and the capture of the chief had caused them to lose trust in each other. They no longer trusted each other, and instead became families or hunting teams.
It was not an army, but a large number of teams.
"We don't have much supplies. Get ready to attack! Destroy them with all your might. "Lothar did not hesitate, and planned to directly suppress the entire vanguard and destroy the Orcs with simple violence.
"Hey, Duque, wait." Duque suddenly stopped Lothar.
"Huh?" As a commander-in-chief, it was originally a very embarrassing thing for his decision to be stopped by his subordinates. Duque was different. Duque and Lothar were definitely life-and-death friends. Lothar did not take it to heart.
Duque walked to Lothar's side, and whispered in his ear, "Did you realize that the Rotterdam Kingdom is very embarrassed this time?"
"So what?" Lothar was a pure warrior, and he was not very good at such politics.
"Our supplies have been reduced. It's not because the supply line is too long. " The people of Rotterdam reduced their supplies to the frontline, citing that the supply line was too long. It sounded reasonable, because Rotterdam was located in the north of the Northern Continent. In terms of distance, other than Quel 'Thalas, which was the furthest, no other country was further than him.
At the end of the day, it was because they could not get any benefits and had lost face. Hence, Terenas was in a bad mood.
In the end, it became the army that attacked the Dark Portal, and most of the supplies were borne by the devastated Stormwind. Even after recovering Stormwind territory, Duque had already used cement to build a road from Stormwind City to the west through the entire Elven Forest, but there were still many problems.
Because the Red Ridge Mountain was newly recovered, the remaining road from the Red Ridge Mountain through the Swamp of Sorrows to the Blasted Lands was still extremely dangerous. The Redridge Mountain had many mountains and narrow roads. The Swamp of Sorrows was a bad road. If one was not careful, the wheels would get stuck in the mud and could not get out.
Lothar frowned and pondered over Duque's words.
"How do you think we should fight?"
"Didn't Duke Charmas mention why he doesn't allow some Orcs to mine in a casual conversation?"
Everyone knew that Duke Charmas was King Terenas' trusted aide. His opinion was the same as Terenas'. King Terenas was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so he let him test the other countries.
In this life, history had changed a lot.
In the original history, Lordaeron did not suffer as much losses. The Alliance had captured many Orcs as captives. Terenas proposed to set up Orc prisons in the various countries in order to drag down the other allies.
Because of Duque's involvement, Lordaeron had suffered a huge loss. It was fun when they were fighting for military merits, but the loss of people made Terenas feel the pinch.
In the battle of Blackrock Tower, Lordaeron lost more than 60,000 people. It was foreseeable that in the next few years, many fields in the territory would be unfarmed, not to mention mining and other dangerous industries.
Terenas had an idea. Should he get some Orcs as miners?
If not, he could bring more Orcs as captives and parade them around Lordaeron. That would appease the people!
Lothar was a noble person. He disliked killing captives and women, even if they were Orcs who had committed the crime. However, Lothar was not against the idea of using Orcs as miners.
It had been proven time and time again that Duque's foresight was much better than his and Laing's. Lothar smiled. "Then, do you want to fight this battle?"
"I'll do it!" After Duque agreed, he waved at Magni. "Magni, time to work!"
"Okay!" The Alliance bigwigs were a little speechless as they watched Magni move his big butt, which was unique to dwarves, to Duke's side.
Speaking of which, the commander of the Alliance had the right to order those big shots who were called generals or kings. But that was only on paper. You're a king, and yet you're so obedient. Really …
Magni didn't care that much.
The Lightning Battle Arcana that Duque taught him made the Dwarves proud in the final battle.
Didn't you humans always brag that humans were the main force of the Alliance?
Who was the one who launched the surprise attack in the last battle and turned the tide?
The Dwarven Tank Corps.
Who killed the most Orcs?
It was the Dwarven Tank Corps!
Now, seeing those human bumpkins looking at the Lightning Flag of the Tank Corps with envy, Magni felt very proud. The only thing that made him depressed was that when he asked Duque to draw the Tank Corps' battle flag, the design was a … sloth with a lightning symbol on its back?
"Aren't the Dwarves always ridiculed for having short legs? Now, as long as you drive a tank and overtake the Sloth Flag, who would dare to laugh at you Dwarves for running slowly? "
That was the logic, but it still felt a little lacking.
Forget it, who cares. In the battle of Blackrock Tower, the [Lightning] Tank Corps killed more than 150,000 Orcs. Such a great achievement was enough for the Dwarves who loved to brag in taverns for thousands of years.
Then, the cannons roared, and the tanks shone brightly.
Sitting on the top of the tank at the front, Duque held Niu in both hands and projected a huge blue Phantom Storm Flag on the tank.
It was the exact same Grand Duke Marcus' Storm Flag.
It was once stuck in Stormwind City, causing 100,000 Orcs to die in a sea of fire.
It was once stuck in Southshore Town, causing 100,000 Orcs to die at the beach.
It was once stuck outside Silvermoon City, causing 100,000 Orcs to not dare to advance.
It was also in the battle of the Scorching Canyon, hovering above a group of Steam Tanks, witnessing the death of 100,000 Orcs in that apocalyptic bombardment.
It was the nightmare of the Orcs, and it symbolized the God of Death of the Humans – Duke Marcus!
Just the appearance of this flag made tens of thousands of Orcs tremble uncontrollably.
Duque's voice was amplified by magic and resounded throughout the battlefield. It was a broadcast in Orc language.
"I am the Storm Grand Duke Duke Marcus, and I declare for the last time that all Orcs will be spared if they surrender. Otherwise … cry! Shout! Then die – hahahaha! "
The domineering evil declaration was full of arrogance and terror. If not for Duque's actual achievements, this would just be the barking of a mad dog. But this was the declaration of that Duke Marcus!
One, two … countless of them.
The Orcs dropped their weapons and knelt before Duque as if on a pilgrimage. They lowered their arrogant heads that they thought they would never lower, and prostrated on the ground.
Many years later, on that day every year, countless old Orcs would still recall the terror of being dominated by the Great Demon God Duque, as well as the humiliation of being helpless in front of the Demon God Duque.
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