"Attack!" Danas Thorbain shouted, "Follow me, over here!" ”

As Field Marshal Reginald Windsol was wounded and had not yet recovered, Danas temporarily became commander of the expeditionary forces.

Their soldiers had cleared the ring of hills that surrounded the basin, facing the Dark Gate.

There weren't many orcs encountered along the way, and it was clear that the orcs were really retreating, as Carlin said......

In the sky, dwarven griffin knights swooped down from time to time to help them overcome obstacles in front of them.

There were two warriors who caught Danas's attention, and he wasn't even quite sure if one of them was an orc or not.

The other looked similar, but his skin was tawny rather than green, and he was much taller than the other orcs; At the same time, his physique looks different from the others. A wolf stood beside him, eyeing the Alliance's army.

This is a powerful warrior, Danas can feel it, but he is not the commander of the tribe.

The other orc, who was taller than most orcs, had black hair in a bun on his head, a black chin and glowing red eyes, and a very hideous expression on his face. He wears heavy bracers on his hands, adorned with some strange symbol; Looking at the large number of Union troops, but not in the slightest.

Judging by his expression, he is the leader of these orcs.

The two looked at each other, and Danas suddenly noticed that the other party had raised his battle axe, as if to provoke him.

Danaston had a strong fighting spirit, and he also raised the sword in his hand:

"Destroy these green-skinned monsters!"

……

The soldiers of the alliance launched a charge.

The cavalry of Stormwind rushed to the front of the line, and the musketeers of Ironforge and the rangers of Quel'Salas quickly followed behind.

The Horde has a lot fewer soldiers than the Alliance, but they all seem to be fighting well...... They should be the few elites left of the tribe.

These bloodthirsty orcs are veterans of many wars...... Quite a tough opponent.

With the sword in his hand, he slashed down an orc soldier who rushed towards him, and Danas looked up.

He looked again at the orc leader he had noticed earlier...... The orc was dancing a death dance in the midst of the Alliance army, the swing of his tomahawk and the screams of his fallen soldiers.

Already at least twenty Alliance warriors have fallen under his sharp axe, and no one has been able to stop him.

"Damn it!" Danas roared, "Your opponent is me!" ”

With that, he rushed forward.

The orcs spotted him too, a hideous smile on his lips...... Apparently, the other side also noticed that he was the "commander" of the alliance.

Danas's sword and the orc's battle axe slashed together.

The strength of the orcs was obviously greater, and Danas felt a little overwhelmed by just the first blow.

It was the first time he had encountered such a formidable opponent after all the years he had been fighting with orcs.

With a contemptuous smile on his face, the orc slashed Danas's sword with an axe and kicked it at the same time...... If it weren't for the quick reaction of this prince of Riptide Castle, he might have been kicked to the ground by the orcs.

"Bastard!" Danaston felt slighted, let out a roar of rage, and then slashed with his sword with all his might.

The orcs unceremoniously confronted each other, blood-red tomahawks slashing at Danas's head.

Only a crisp voice was heard......

Danas's sword, broken......

His mind, at this moment, almost went blank.

The orc axe can attack his head without being hindered in the slightest......

"Oh......" With a roar, a strong orangutan pounced on the orc from one side.

Its attack didn't hurt the orc commander, but it did affect his further attacks.

The blood-red battle axe swept past Danas, startling him into a cold sweat...... He almost died under the orc's tomahawk, if it weren't for the aid of this orangutan......

"Are you alright?" Brian Copperbeard's voice came from behind Danas.

Danas remembered that the orangutan was Brian's pet.

"Get out of the way!" Brian shouted again.

Danas subconsciously lowered his head......

"Bang......" There was a crisp sound of gunfire, and the musket struck a rock in front of Danas, shattering it.

As Danas lowered his head, the orc commander dodged sideways, dodging the deadly shot.

But almost at the same time, a feathered arrow pierced the sky.

The orc was caught off guard and was directly hit in the chest.

"Ah......h

Danas looked back and saw Aurelia Windranger raising her longbow and nodding slightly at him.

Aurelia had already caught the second arrow, and the feathered arrow was once again off the string...... This time, though, an orc soldier stood in front of his commander (chieftain) and used his body to block the arrow.

After the chaos, the orc dragged the rest of the orcs away.

……

"You're hurt?" Lexa asked with some shut-in.

"The damn elf...... Ah......h

chain mail on the chest, pierced by feathered arrows; At the same time, if it were not for the protection of this armor, it would have been Gromash's body that would have been pierced.

"She struck poison on her arrow!" Grommash whispered, "I can feel a strange itch in addition to the pain......"

Lexa hurriedly dug it in his pocket for a long time, then took out a handful of herbs and handed them over: "I hope these will work!" ”

Without thinking, Gromash took the herb and stuffed it into his mouth: "Don't worry about these for now...... Tell me, how is the battle going? ”

"The Alliance's air force has arrived, and we are losing and retreating, and we won't be able to hold on for long......," Lexa's voice became a little low.

Left behind at the Dark Gate is the tribe's most elite Warsong Clan...... But their number is too small, just over a thousand, and the number of coalition troops, at least ten times as many as they are.

Not to mention the dwarves flying in the sky, they have no way to deal with them.

"Use that thing...... The ...... that Neozu told you to bring here" Gromash whispered, "We'll withdraw first." ”

"Understood!" Lexa nodded, "I'll call that goblin, and the Great Chief told me that only he can use it." ”

……

"Are you sure it's safe?" Lexa asked in a deep voice.

"Of course!" The goblin nodded: "... I'm willing to bet you'll end up being as secure as our safest inventions. ”

Lexa narrowed her eyes as she fiddled with the disc that Neozu had asked him to bring with her.

He didn't believe the goblin's words, but at least it was given to him by the hands of the Great Chieftain Naozu......

"Where's the lead...... Oh, in this ...... Light this, but press that button again......" The goblin muttered to himself as he fiddled with the disc.

"Good, done!" He jumped to his feet suddenly, and then ran quickly towards the dark door behind him, passing through.

Lexa suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

This disc was not meant to help them evacuate the Cursed Lands at all......

On the contrary, it looks extremely dangerous.

……

"The Horde is retreating, and we are about to take the Dark Gate!" Khadgar said excitedly aboard the "Cardros".

As the griffin knights swooped down, the Horde's defenses quickly collapsed.

They are beginning to do their best to pass through the Dark Portal......

"Wait, how do I have a sense of foreboding......" The expression on Khadgar's face suddenly calmed down.

"What's wrong?" Carlin gave him a puzzled look.

"The orcs seem to have achieved what they wanted, so their main forces have also retreated ahead of schedule." Khadgar lowered his head and analyzed: "The troops left behind have also begun to go back...... If I were them, I'd have left for home—but first I'd have to destroy the portal behind me so no one can affect ......"

Muttering to himself, Khadgar looked up.

He has good eyesight and has also imposed an "eagle eye" on himself.

"Wait, that's a goblin!" Khadgar frowned, "What is he fiddling with...... Looks like I guessed correctly! ”

At the same time, he jumped from the floating city without hesitation.

Carlin also reacted at this moment: "Kudran, cover him!" ”

A squad of dwarven griffins quickly surrounded Khadgar as they flew towards the Dark Gate, and bombarded the tribe without sparing ammunition.

An orc was knocked to the ground by a flash of light released by Khadgar.

Enemies falling from the sky...... The orcs simply don't have the ability to deal with enemies in the sky right now.

Khadgar appeared in front of Lexa.

He grabbed the strange device, about the size of a small shield, clearly some kind of machinery, and still making a strange ticking sound.

He tried to analyze the structure, but it was complicated...... And it looks like it's already working.

Khadgar roared, and then the magic strengthened itself, lifting the thing up and throwing it as far as it could.

It streaked across the sky, and it looked like it had almost dropped into the tribal camp on the other side.

Then with a flash of white light, Khadgar used a teleportation stone and returned to the Floating City.

Seconds later, a terrifying explosion shook the valley.

……

"No ......" Gromash-Hell let out a scream as his pupils dilate.

His people...... The most valiant warriors of countless Warsong clans...... With this terrible explosion, died...... Died in the camp of the tribe.

They died not at the hands of the Union, but at the hands of their compatriots.

That disc-shaped thing wasn't the prop that helped them teleport back to Draenor...... Rather, it was a bomb, a bomb used to destroy the Dark Portal.

They use their lives to guard the Gates of Darkness and buy time for the tribe; And the purpose of that bomb was to turn them to ashes along with the Dark Gate.

In a sense, the human mage saved them...... If he hadn't dropped that "bomb", the entire Warsong Clan would have been wiped out.

Now, Gromash is still alive...... Together with his comrades who fended off the Alliance's attack.

But the wounded, the Warsong warriors on the other side preparing to pass through the Dark Gate...... Either they are dead; Or lying on the ground wounded and screaming, no different from death when the Coalition army is near.

The warriors on the battlefield looked at each other, and there were less than two hundred orcs still standing, and they also looked completely incapacitated.

"Let's go!" Gromash roared.

Now, it's too late to make your way through the Dark Gate; If they want to survive, they have only one choice:

Break through from the weak direction of the coalition offensive on the western flank, and then stay in this world.

……

"Why!" Gromash grabbed Lexa by the neck and asked, "Why did you betray us?" ”

This orc-ogre hybrid was covered in blood...... He was also in the range of the explosion before, though not in the right center.

His injuries were severe, and if it weren't for the ogre's tenacious bloodline, he might have died at the Dark Portal, just like the Warsong warriors.

Grommash's hand slowly loosened, and he had calmed down.

Lexa is not a traitor...... Looking at him like that, he didn't know that the disc was a bomb, even though he had brought it.

Lexa gasped for breath and said weakly, "I didn't deceive anyone...... Neozu himself told me that the disc could teleport us back to Draenor......"

"Someone deceived him! Someone betrayed us...... Who is it? Hakarin, Ascendant, or ......"

"It's our Great Chief Naozu!" A weak smile appeared on the face of the chief of the Warsong Clan:

"The great chief of the tribe, betrayed his people...... This is not the first time. Perhaps, it won't be the last! ”

Gromache's voice, weakened by the venom: "We're going to live...... Because only then will someone pay for the crimes he has committed! ”