Their plan was simple: go straight to the Dark Gate and kill as many orcs as they could in the process. Tulayan fought bravely, wielding his hammer left and right, knocking down every orc who screamed and rushed in his way. Arelia was near him, and she still looked as cold as ever, but she also enjoyed the fight.

Tulayan's sixth sense made him look up, only to see that just as the Elven Ranger was taking down an orc, another orc appeared behind her, holding a hammer in his hand. It seemed that Arelia hadn't noticed the threat—her face was so excited as she pulled her sword from the orc's corpse. She's too focused on revenge......

"Arelia!" Tulayan kicked his horse in the crotch and galloped towards her. Arelia looked up, eyes wide open, and she tried to raise her blood-soaked saber to fend off the orc's swing, but she was too slow. And Tulayan couldn't get to her in time......

Tulayan quickly chanted ~no~wrong~ prayer in his mouth and stretched out his hands. A white light shot forward, striking the orc's chest. He shook and eventually fell to the ground, and the sledgehammer in his hand fell weakly. At that moment, Tulayan and Arelia made eye contact. Moments later, Arelia turned to attack the other orc beside her, and Tulayan returned to the fight.

He looked once again at the orc leader he had noticed earlier. The orc was dancing a death dance in the midst of the Alliance army, the sound of his tomahawk breaking through the air and the screams of the fallen soldiers. Now he stopped and began to give orders to the orcs.

Despite his strength, the number of Alliance soldiers far outnumbered the orcs. Judging by his facial expressions. He knows that too. The alliance is constantly moving forward. Gradually approaching the Dark Portal. The orc seemed to have made a decision. He turned away. Something was shouted to a cloaked figure standing next to the portal, and the man nodded. The orc leader roared something else. All the orcs in the valley heeded his call and began to retreat away from the Alliance forces towards the Dark Gate.

Tulayan's eyes noticed movement in another place. A cloaked figure approached the right side of the Dark Door, pulling at something next to the doorpost. Tulayan couldn't make out what it was, but it was supposed to be metal, and it was reflecting in the sun. The man's way of fiddling with the thing made Tulayan nervous. I don't know what the reason is. He recalled the conversation he had with the dwarf Mekatok at that time.

"How safe can it be?"

"I bet you'll end up being as secure as our safest invention. ”

∞ people suddenly began to do their best to pass through the Dark Door. Khadgar had confirmed that the orcs had obtained the artifact they needed, and it seemed that they were ready to go-

"I'll do it!" Tulayan shouted. He only wished he was wrong. His gaze shifted over the hordes of humans and orcs on the battlefield to Khadgar and another group of mages. Tulayan rode away at them, shouting what he had seen.

Khadgar listened, frowning. "If I were them, I'd have left for home—but first I have to destroy the portal behind me so no one can affect me. ”

"That's what I thought, too. I thought it was some kind of engineering product -- like the gnomes made it. ”

"Or goblins," Khadgar said. Both of them knew it. The gnomes have always been on the side of the Alliance, unlike the goblins who have only recently appeared. As long as there is money to be made. The goblins will sell the little things they make to both camps. "Last time, we destroyed the Dark Gate together, and they can surely destroy this one too. Without the help of the Book of Medivan and the Skull of Gul'dan, I don't know if I would have been able to open it again. ”...

"Then let's do it. I'll keep them in check. Tulayan said, turning his horse's head and heading towards the Dark Gate, Khadgar following him. As if mad, Tulayan shook away the orcs who stood in the middle of the way. Khadgar leaned into the saddle of his horse and swung a blow at the cloaked foe. Although he was eventually able to turn around and face Khadgar, he couldn't avoid the attack that hit him right in the neck. Although it was not fatal, the man screamed in pain, threw away the device in his hand, and reached his neck with his hands.

Khadgar leapt off his horse and ran over to grab the strange device. It was about the size of a small shield, apparently some kind of machinery, and still making a strange ticking sound. He did his best to analyze the object, but its structure was too foreign to Khadgar. He couldn't make this thing stop. Whatever it's used for, it looks like it's about to get up and running. The master roared, strengthened his strength with his mana, lifted the thing up and threw it as far as he could. It streaked across the sky, and it looked like it had almost brushed against the cliff opposite.

The effect of the explosion shook the whole valley -

Grom cursed and hurriedly crouched down to protect his head. Countless splinters of stones smashed on his back and shoulders, causing bursts of tingling pain. He looked up and walked over to the warlock, his heart filled with anger. Grom's fist slammed into Kraku. Kraku's eyes were filled with panic as he curled back.

"Traitor! you almost killed us all!"

"No! no, I swear, they told me that this is a shield, a shield that can protect us!

Grom grabbed the cowering warlock with one hand and shook it, his vision turning scarlet. He wished he had crushed the orc's windpipe and tore off and threw away his head, just as the old human had thrown away the instrument that claimed to protect them, but had killed almost all of them.

"Who sued you like that? Sue me where he is, see if I can't die!" Grom continued to shake the warlock, doing his best to control his bloodlust.

"I don't know...... It was Marka who was sent to do this...... He told me that this is a shield—"

Grom cursed, threw the poor warlock to the ground, and returned to the fight.

Grom had been told that the device was a shield. With it, the Warsong Clan can safely escape at the last moment. He was deceived. One of my powerful men, the Blood Fiend, Naozu, deliberately wanted to let these warriors die here.

Grom vows to survive this war so that someone will pay for his mistakes, even though it seems unlikely.

In the aftermath of the explosion, both the Alliance and the Orcs were greatly affected, but the Alliance recovered faster than the Orc Horde. Grom was furious but helpless to see his people driven southwest like wild beasts, but he could do nothing about it. A group of Alliance soldiers rushed from one side, while another blocked the exit on the other side, forcing the orcs back into a valley mouth far from the Dark Gate, far from their home.

"So be it. Grom growled. Maybe the coalition won, but they will also pay a heavy price. Grom raised his head and opened his mouth wide to deliver a deafening scream that kept the two Alliance soldiers in place. "Fight, Warsong Clan, fight like a true orc! Let the thirst for battle harness your blood! Tear them all to shreds!" (To be continued......)

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