Chapter 506 Duke Is Still Alive? (Seeking Subscription)

The operation failed, although Lordaeron lost his wife and lost his army, Dalaran did not have a good life.

Antonidas nodded and beckoned below. Suddenly, a commotion began to spread below.

"Everyone is ready!"

"Open the portal in five minutes!"

"The countdown begins!"

On the square, the servants who were in charge of dressing up began to retreat like a stream of water. Soon there will be only the soldiers left.

Unrelated people were quickly taken away from the scene.

The Dalaran guards in charge of security quickly blocked the entire square.

Teams of morning star mages stepped into the magic circle next to the portal and entered the designated position.

Everyone began to turn their attention to Archmage Antonidas on the high platform.

Readying the guards, Antonidas quickly began to cast spells. After a short spell, Antonidas' consciousness had already entered the confused void.

He is looking for the spatial coordinates of Grim Batol Stronghold.

Space teleportation has never been easy. Unless it is a city at the capital level of the kingdom, it is difficult to have complete spatial coordinates. Most of the time, the mage needs to explore and lock the target by himself.

If one fails, it will be a human tragedy.

Therefore, very few mages below Huiyue dared to teleport to areas other than the main cities.

It was too early to scare the snake away, and the alliance didn't even set the coordinates with the mages sent by Grim Batol in advance. The one they rely on the most is naturally Xiri mage Antonidas.

He found the target without much effort.

It was a flat land in the east of Grim Batol, near the Dragonmaw gate of the later generations.

He couldn't set the portal on the top of Mount Grim Batol, because there was not enough space on the top of the mountain, and secondly, the commando team would be very passive in the face of repeated attacks from red dragons.

He also doesn't have Deathwing's cheating skills and can directly find the secret passage leading directly to the Red Dragon Queen. They could only choose the most suitable one, which happened to be in the open space between the Horde army and Grim Batol Fortress.

found it!

Almost the moment Antonidas locked the coordinates, the huge portal on the square experienced violent fluctuations. Ripples first, then huge waves of tumbling unknown matter.

After a few moments, the portal showed the opposite scene.

It was a huge passage, and the sides of the passage were filled with torches. The tribal warrior in charge of guarding was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the portal in front of him. Immediately he saw the alliance soldiers standing in front of the portal, ready to charge.

General Abbendis, as the highest on-site commander of this operation, raised the great sword in his hand high: "In the name of Lordaeron—go!"

There was a huge roaring sound in the square, led by the most capable Silver Hand, the commandos killed the past.

Abides and Saidan Dathrohan who took the lead killed them like two sharp swords, and the orcs suddenly became confused.

But it was just a moment of confusion.

To the surprise of the Lordaeronians, the orcs seemed...well prepared.

Hundreds of fairly powerful orc warriors in full armor rushed out from the various branches of the main road of the fortress, and fought with the elite of Lordaeron.

Hundreds of orcs charged back with a thousand Lordaeron elites, and it seemed that there was still a chance of a battle.

Several orc centurions tried their best to encourage their people, hoping to use the relatively narrow terrain for the army to curb the alliance's offensive and turn the tide of the battle. But he quickly realized that his thinking was a bit of wishful thinking.

In front of him are two fierce men who are ranked first in the league. Besides, even though the fighters here are also known as the elite, they also have a good reputation in the clan,

Unfortunately, even with the same title, there are still fundamental differences in combat effectiveness between warriors of different clans.

Physical fitness, resistance to disease and many other factors determine combat power. If the elite combat power of the Blackstone clan directly under Orgrim was 100, these guys would be 70 at most.

In front of these elites of Lordaeron, it is simply not enough to look at!

The strength they are proud of is useless in the face of faster speed. Often the orcs have just rounded their arms, and a sharp sword has already pierced their terrible faces.

Especially the Silver Hand paladins who rushed to the front. Killing an orc of this level was no different from cutting melons and vegetables.

Saidan holds a sledgehammer shining with holy light, like the legendary Titan who controls the supreme power. As long as he swung the sledgehammer, several holy lights swept across the crowd of orcs like thunder. The platinum Hammer of Light burst out with a holy aura, easily knocking the orcs weighing hundreds of catties into the air like hitting a high-flying ball.

With the Paladin skill [Devotion], Saidan did not take a step forward, and a large amount of holy light penetrated into the ground, and then burst out from the ground in turn. As long as any orc is weaker, as soon as he leans over, his legs immediately It will be burned by the holy light and directly charred.

But that's not the end yet, the general Abidis next to him also became more and more courageous as he fought, and then he seemed to have entered a state similar to the possession of a god of war.

I saw that his flame-like red armor rubbed some kind of light similar to holy light in his fierce movements, which is already a certain embodiment of the special energy [anger] of warrior professionals.

The two-handed sword he held unexpectedly burst out with red power, as majestic as the coming of the creation titan Odin.

The roar that came out of his mouth was like thunder, and he didn't even need to draw a sword, it was just the power transformed from [anger], releasing the warrior special skill [Thunder Strike] to directly shock the seriously injured orcs to death.

The soldiers of the commando were so fierce, the kings who watched the battle behind were stunned to see all this, feeling in a trance, as if all the tribes could be wiped out just by relying on the elite of the elite .

There was an unspoken pride on Terenas' face.

The gray hair fluttered with the strong wind, with an indescribable style.

Antonidas was silent. He watched the commando team start to divide into two groups, building a line of defense along the way, using debris as a cover, and began to seal the largest entrance of the entire fortress as much as possible.

The commando team went all the way to the deepest part of the fortress.

It looks like... There's something going on!

At this time, Antonidas' perception also spread in the fortress by the way, and he saw if he could predict the danger for the troops a little bit, such as notifying in advance which direction there was a red dragon.

At this moment, he suddenly sensed a strange existence, to be precise, he sensed the breath of a magic circuit.

He swore that he would never forget this breath in his whole life, because they had the same root and same origin.

That was the aura of [Arcane Throne] and [Crown of Ice]. Although it was very, very faint, Antonidas would never admit it wrong.

After all, in the world, apart from that kid, there is no third person who knows these two arcane circuits.

hell!

Duke Marcus is alive! ?

Antonidas' mind went blank for a while, he completely forgot what he was doing to spread his perception.