Chapter 521 2800 Years of Coincidence

The bloody battle before the huge iron gate has reached the cruelest point.

Roaring, cursing, and the clash of heavy weapons are the strongest notes on this battlefield.

Due to the aftermath of the fierce battle, the bases of many torches were destroyed, and the light in the tunnel gradually dimmed. The torches that fell on the ground only emitted the last trace of residual heat before they were extinguished.

How long did this bloody battle last?

How many of these hideous green-skinned monsters are there?

where are they from?

What kind of strength?

Will Duke at the Iron Gate be successful?

If it succeeds, how many people here will survive?

Everything has become blurred, because the people standing in front of this iron gate have become a little numb. They swung their weapons instinctively, sucking in more blood-scented air with each inhale, and roaring as loudly as they could with each exhale.

The turbulent wind in the tunnel blew Uther's ear-length hair, and the brown hair swept across his cheeks. Unlike other warriors whose eyes were bloodshot due to the fierce battle, his most devout belief made him have a sense of power far beyond other warriors. Serene look of man.

Uther yelled the most majestic slogan, but his pricked ears made him seem to be standing and listening to a human epic recited by a bard.

The origin is long and magnificent.

It is like a thousand miles of wind, crossing the barriers of time and space, bringing the ideals from distant ancestors and bringing their will to this moment.

In a trance, Uther saw countless illusory knights appearing beside him, fighting side by side with them.

Although they have blurred faces, they can clearly see that they are human beings.

Suddenly it became clear who they were.

The ancestors, kings, and all the heroic spirits who have fought for mankind.

The morning star mage named Rhonin behind Uther was unexpectedly powerful. With the support of almost unlimited magic crystals, his violent arcane magic poured out in the entire passage.

All orcs below the chieftain level, if they are bombarded by his magic, the result will be instant kills.

Unfortunately, there are too many orcs.

For some reason, Uther thought of the boundless time when human beings had just acquired magical powers 2,800 years ago.

A man raised his sword before the knights and said:

"I swear with this sword that human beings will bear the grace of the high elves, establish an eternal covenant, sweep away all evil creatures, and give civilization and hope to the truly intelligent race! My people, my descendants, Will carry on my oath to the end of the world—"

More than 2,800 years ago, the flag of the Arathor Empire was raised on the battlefield of the Arathi Highlands. Reflecting the dawn of that day, humans and high elves joined forces to fight the green trolls.

More than 2,800 years later, as if three thousand years of history coincided, humans and elves joined hands again, but this time the enemy changed from green-skinned trolls to green-skinned orcs.

"2800 years ago, we had Emperor Thoradin. Today, where is our new era 'Emperor Thoradin'?" Just as Uther was talking to himself, the battle had reached its most intense point up.

In front of the huge iron gate, the human beings who are still standing can be counted with two slaps.

All the unnamed knights were killed in battle.

But in front of him, there was still a dense mass of elite orcs.

Suddenly, a strange feeling that shook the entire fortress flooded everyone.

"Roar--"

In the deepest part of Grim Batol Fortress, there was a loud roar.

That's the roar of a dragon!

The roar from the life-giver—the red dragon queen Alexstrasza!

The roar is full of complex emotions, almost all emotions, sadness, sadness, unhappiness, complaints, hatred, but the most is joy!

The joy of freedom!

The joy after breaking free from the cage!

And... anger at the enemy!

A feeling that the sky is falling and something bad is going to happen suddenly spread to every orc.

"Not good! Could it be..." Before Orgrim finished speaking, the huge iron gate suddenly opened, and from the dark and deep inner hole suddenly flashed a magical light like daytime.

"I'm sorry, it's the 'could' you are afraid of! Alexstrasza has been liberated by me! Orcs—your end is here!" Accompanied by a familiar and extremely hated voice from the Horde. Countless magical brilliance from the inside out, over the heads of the human knights and paladins, like a galaxy waterfall falling straight down from nine days, blasted into the army formation of the orcs.

"Rumble!" After a series of explosions, there were no living orcs in the black army except for the chieftain.

Even a guy with amazing magic resistance like Orgrim will inevitably be knocked away by the violent magic power.

The power of this magic...

"Duke!?" Every knight turned around in surprise.

Not disappointing anyone, Duke's not-so-burly figure appeared in the middle of the gate, followed by Veresa who seemed a bit awkward.

Nodding to everyone, Duke immediately raised his head and shouted: "It's time! Muradin!"

This is a sound that contains magic power, directly penetrates the rock wall, and spreads towards the distance.

Before the orc who had been blown to pieces hadn't reacted, he suddenly discovered that many holes had been blasted on both sides of the huge passage. Countless dwarves wielding huge axes and warhammers came out of the small hole that was only half the height of the orcs, and they started fighting regardless of the situation.

Muradin Bronzebeard was the first to strike out, holding his hammer high: "Bronzebeard brothers—for victory! For the future! For tomorrow! For our descendants, no longer living in the shadow of these green skins. Kill ah!"

"Kill!" The already exhausted paladins burst out the strongest notes since the beginning of the war. The holy light, which was already extremely dazzling, was even more radiant, like little suns, crushing towards the tribe.

"No—impossible! It shouldn't be like this!!" Orgrim's fangs are still sharp, and the [Doom Hammer] he wields is still infinitely powerful. He can knock more than ten dwarf warriors into the air with a single sweep. or killed.

However, all eyes were orcs struggling in despair.

Every orc is worthy of the word 'brave'.

But so what?

Lost!

This time it really failed.

Rexxar failed to save the Horde.

Nor did he, Orgrim.

Even the Red Dragon Legion, which they relied on most when reorganizing their situation, would definitely rebel the moment their queen was liberated.

It is conceivable that at this moment, there will be countless red dragons yelling, twisting their necks, and killing the dragon howling orcs who have been riding on their backs for so long...

"No! Duke! Only you! Duke, you must pay for this!" Orgrim threw his [Doom Hammer] at Duke with all his might!