On the other hand, the Horde was doomed to wail.
In order to destroy the Beastmen's morale, the Alliance cleverly broadcasted the magic image to the Horde.
In the Cursed Lands, the morale of the main force of the Horde was low because they could not attack and were trapped in the Cursed Lands. Now that their path of retreat was suddenly cut off, coupled with the news that their chief had been defeated, panic spread through the entire camp.
"No! This must be the Alliance's scheme! The Alliance made a fake image to fool us! "The former Shamans, who were now Orc Warlocks, ran around to boost the morale of the Horde.
Unfortunately, there was almost no effect.
The main force of the Horde this time was made up of Kilrogg Deadeye's Bloodring clan and Kargath Bladefist's Shattering Palm clan.
These two clans that returned from the battlefield could be said to be the strongest in the Horde in terms of combat power. Even the Thunder God, Thunder Blade, Mocking Skull, Crimson Walker and Chomping Bone clans could not be compared to these two clans.
Whether it was the quality of individual soldiers or group battles, they were far inferior.
Just as the Thunder God clans tried to find a sense of security from the Bloodring and Shattering Palm clans, they discovered that the Beastmen of these clans were even worse off than them.
The warmongers of the Shattering Palm clan lowered their heads, not saying a word.
The elite warriors of the Bloodring clan knelt on the ground and cried.
"Ancestor! It's that demon again! "
"Duke Marcus, it's not enough that you killed the Blackhand chief and defeated the Orgrim chief. Do you still want to kill our third chief?"
"It's over! It's over! We can't defeat that Duque! "
The Thunder God and Thunder Blade Clans could only reign supreme after the publicly acknowledged strongest clans were gone. After all, it had only been two years. Most of them had not forgotten the glory of the Blackrock and Warsong clans.
Now, through word of mouth, they knew that Duke Marcus was the super demon who wiped out the Blackrock clan, chased the Warsong clan into a ravine, and killed and captured two chiefs. Looking at the dead dog like Ner 'zhul in the huge mirror, the morale of the Orcs completely collapsed.
The news of the Orcs falling into chaos quickly spread to the Watchtower.
"This is a good chance! Let us defeat the Horde in one go! Let our 'Lightning Tank Legion' take the lead! " Muradin Bronzebeard danced with excitement. The little man could not wait to recreate the glory of the Scorching Gorge.
"Sure." Taking advantage of the chaos to kill the enemy was a judgment that every qualified commander must have. Andoine made the decision on the spot.
"Wait! He couldn't use all of them. The Dark Portal is a little dangerous, "Duque called out to Lothar through the magic transmission.
"Danger? But fighter jets … Duque, give me a convincing reason. "
The opportunity was fleeting, and Andoine could not let go of such a great opportunity. So what if the Door of Darkness was restored? As long as they could heavily injure the elites of the tribe who were trapped here, they would definitely be able to deal a blow to the tribe's morale.
Duque thought for a moment and gave a plausible reason. "Ner 'zhul can remotely control the Dark Portal, and I have yet to remove his soul control. The mana contained in the Gate of Darkness is too powerful. I'm afraid that it'll be dangerous. You can't use everything you have. "
After that, it seemed that the magic communication was interrupted by some kind of spatial interference, and the communication was cut off.
"What happened?" Muradin asked.
"It's not a big deal. Karazhan is located above an unstable crack in space, and it's common for magic communication to fail. In the past, it was very difficult for us to Medivh, and we often had to send people directly to them. In the past, when it was the worst, Karazhan had to seal the tower directly because of the fluctuations in space. It's not unusual for us to be unable to contact Karazhan for a year or two. " Andoine was telling the truth. Since he was the commander-in-chief, they didn't ask any further.
However, when they were ready to attack, there was a disagreement.
When everyone saw Andoine put on his helmet and looked like he was going to fight, they were indignant.
"Please, Sir Lothar, you're the commander! It's not the Battle of the Scorching Canyon now, and the front and center formations have collapsed. Why do we need the commander to go directly? "The old General Haas smiled and stopped Lothar.
Turalyon also advised seriously, "If we need the commander to go personally to defeat the enemies of chaos, wouldn't it seem that we generals are too incompetent?"
"Yes, yes! Commander, you have enough meritorious service, let us young people get some credit. Hahahaha! "Muradin, the damn dwarf, also joined in.
Andoine's face darkened. "Muradin, come out. The others can call themselves young, but Muradin, you old bastard, you're almost a hundred years old, and you still have the nerve to act young in front of me."
Among the dwarves, Muradin was just a young man, and he did not have the slightest self-awareness of an elder. Remembering that he was a great-grandfather among the humans, he immediately shrunk his head. "Okay, I admit my mistake."
Seeing that everyone was not going to let him go, Andoine had no choice but to comply. "Turalyon, lead a thousand cavalry to flank the east, and Haas, lead the Eagle Knights to flank the west. Both sides are probing attacks. If the orcs are not panicking, then don't rush. Muradin, cover the fire. "
Turalyon and Haas saluted at the same time. "Yes, sir."
Only Muradin was extremely depressed. His dream of charging the tanks was temporarily ruined.
In various places, the Alliance launched a counterattack.
In the Red Ridge Mountains, Reginald led Duque's private troops out of the fortress and launched an attack on the Black Tooth Clan. The Blackhand brothers were killed until they cried for their parents.
Tirisfal Woodlands, Briar. While Wuther and Grom were fighting fiercely, Mograine led the army to launch a counterattack, vowing to destroy the entire Warsong Clan here.
It was conceivable that in a short time, news of victory would come from all fronts.
No one would have thought that Duque would encounter such a huge problem.
It was true that Duque and the others had beaten Ner 'zhul like a dog, but when they were dealing with him, something strange happened.
"No, no, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Don't come over — "The great chief of the third generation was actually so afraid of death that he was inferior to a little orc girl.
At this moment, even the two paladins, Gavin Rad and Theon, had a look of disdain.
The joy of defeating such a great chief was incomparable to Lothar killing the Blackhand and Turalyon taking down Orgrim.
"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! "Ner 'zhul struggled to get his injured body as far away from the great devil Duque as possible.
Duque sneered. "We won't kill you. We will only imprison you — "
"No! I don't believe you, you devil who murdered millions of orcs! "
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