Chapter 574: The Gate of Darkness

The human soldiers cheered. They lined up a dense shield formation. With the help of the flamethrowers of the FFF regiment, they used the flames to drive the orcs to the bloody road that was a million times more tragic than the road of Shura. Death on the slope.

There, almost every inch of land was under heavy shelling like a storm.

The dwarves almost didn't need to aim, there was probably a direction, and they fired the shells blindfolded. If one shell couldn't kill more than thirty orcs, it would be considered unlucky.

At the end of the attack, the three Windrunner sisters lost all interest in bending their bows and shooting arrows. That kind of massacre like shooting a fixed target is not a record worth boasting about.

Looking at the orc corpses that covered the entire slope with countless layers, Alleria sat beside Duke and gently brushed her beautiful long golden hair.

"Hey, Duke, after this battle, is the war going to end?"

Gently embracing the beautiful woman in his arms, Duke's eyes seemed to go beyond the black scorched land in front of him, through the crimson Red Ridge Mountains, across the muddy Swamp of Sorrows, to the dark door standing in the cursed land. On the door.

"Maybe there are still some guards left at the Dark Portal, but the war is over, for the time being..."

Everyone could hear the faint melancholy in Duke's words, and no one refuted Duke's words. For the tribe, Duke has the highest say in the entire league.

"I heard the generals and kings of the Alliance say in the wind that the Portal of Darkness must be destroyed." Veresa also sat down and said calmly.

Duke let out a low, contemptuous laugh.

"What? Can't it be destroyed?" Cirvanas was also interested.

Duke just said a word: "If the two demigods and the demon king's blueprints are so easily destroyed by mortals, then the three guys will be in vain."

Medivh, the guardian of the heyday, and Gul'dan, the demigod warlock, joined forces and used Sargeras' design blueprints. Thinking about it, it would not be that simple.

Just imagining it gives me a headache.

At this time, cheers like a tsunami and mountains suddenly sounded nearby.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Azeroth!"

"We won—"

Only then did Duke and the three Windrunner sisters realize that the shelling had stopped for a while. And there was no longer an upright orc on the battlefield. At least a thousand orcs humbled their weapons, prostrated themselves on the ground and shivered, begging for mercy in an orc language that the alliance soldiers could not understand.

But more orcs died.

Perhaps three digits of orcs escaped back to Blackrock Fortress. This is not a threat. What's more, Muradin* Bronzebeard has already begun to lead the elite dwarf chamber guards into the Blackstone Fortress to do the final sweep.

At this time, Lothar in casual clothes came to Duke's steam tank with the support of Turalyon. It seemed that his wound had healed after the pastor treated him with the holy light technique, but the blood that flowed out did not make up so quickly.

"Thanks, Duke, for your armor." Lothar was still weak, but he had the sunniest smile on his face.

Nima, you are so handsome at such an age, should I let you hang up?

He complained in his heart that the short-term dark Duke would not admit on the surface that he was jealous that Losa was more handsome than himself.

"Uncle Anduin, you're old, don't charge anymore. That's the job of young people." Duke raised his chin and looked at Turalyon beside Lothar.

Anduin Lothar bared his teeth, he puffed up the muscles on his right arm: "Even if I live another ten years, I can still beat you by arm wrestling."

"If you allow me to pour the mana of the magic circuit into the arm muscles, you will not be my opponent even if you return to the age of eighteen."

While Duke was talking, Alleria thought nonsensically of her first night. Duke's animal did just that, and suddenly got a little angry: "That's enough, you two wounded, go get well. The alliance is not missing. You two can't do it."

Duke and Anduin, under Alleria's anger, actually shrank their heads at the same time, like two children who did something wrong.

Everyone around laughed.

for a while.

Anduin smiled and said, "We have completely won?"

Duke nodded: "Victory. The matter of the Dark Portal can be handed over to Mograine and Antonidas."

"What do you want to do next?"

Duke looked at Terenas Menethil II who had come out again, and suddenly sighed: "Although I don't want to say it, another battle that belongs to me has just begun."

Anduin suddenly understood what Duke was referring to: "The Kingdom of Stormwind will always be your most solid backing."

"Thanks."

It doesn't matter if other people can't understand their charade-like conversation, as long as they understand it themselves.

In this battle, a total of 238,000 orcs were killed and missing. Except for the remnants of the Blood Ring clan of Kilrogg * Dead Eye who retreated early, almost no established clan fled.

After a short rest, the pursuing troops were about to set off again.

Originally, Anduin and Duke wanted to hand over the pursuit task to Mograine. To their surprise, except for Terenas, all the kings voted against Mograine's appointment.

As a last resort, the two had no choice but to partner again, leading 50,000 elites headed by the Silver Hand Knights, Highland Knights, and 20,000 dwarves to set off first. Mograine led the Scarlet Crusade and other main forces. thereafter.

The vanguard led by Lothar took about a week to follow the retreating army of the Horde. After crossing the Red Ridge Mountains, they reunited with the Griffin Legion from Elwynn Forest and Duke's private army, with a total of 120,000 troops. Trek across the Swamp of Sorrows farther south to the crimson parched land drained of energy by evil magic.

"Report, we have found the target." The scout sent a message.

Following in the footsteps of the scouts, the Alliance army advanced as quietly as possible.

A deep chasm opened before them, and the walls of the valley rose even higher. In the center of the valley, as the scout said, stood a great gate, built not in a wall or structure, but out of thin air.

Everyone gasped in amazement when they saw the whole picture of the Dark Portal.

The Gate of Darkness—it is almost forty meters high and more than thirty meters wide, and it is made of mysterious white and blue stone. The basic structure is just three huge rectangular ashlars stacked in the shape of a gate.

An extremely huge snake is carved directly above the gate, with its mouth open, revealing fierce fangs. On both sides of the gate are two huge portraits, obviously dressed as a mage, but with a huge cross sword in both hands. The faces of the portraits were all sunken into the hoods, and a dark aura lingered around the faces of the sculptures. Others could only see a pair of eyes shining with inexplicable light.