Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 488: The Dark Portal

The human soldiers cheered. They formed a dense shield formation and, with the help of the FFF Regiment's flamethrowers, used flames to drive the orcs like sheep to their deaths on the bloody slope, which was a million times more tragic than the Shura Road.

There, almost every inch of land was subjected to heavy bombardment.

The dwarves hardly needed to aim, they just had a rough idea of ​​the direction and fired the shells blindfolded. If one shell failed to kill more than thirty orcs, they would be unlucky.

By the end of the fight, the three Windrunner sisters had lost interest in shooting arrows. That kind of slaughter, like shooting at a fixed target, was not an achievement worth boasting about.

Looking at the countless layers of orc corpses covering the entire slope, Alleria sat next to Duke and gently stroked her beautiful golden hair.

"Hey, Duke, after this battle, will the war be over?"

Gently holding the beauty in his arms, Duke's gaze seemed to go beyond the black scorched earth in front of him, through the crimson Redridge Mountains, across the muddy Sad Swamp, and fell on the Dark Gate standing in the cursed land.

"Perhaps there are still some guards left at the Dark Portal, but the war is over for now..."

Everyone could hear the hint of melancholy in Duke's words, and no one refuted Duke's words. For the Horde, Duke had the highest say in the entire alliance.

"I heard the generals and kings of the Alliance say in the wind that the Dark Portal must be destroyed." Vereesa also sat down and said lightly.

Duke gave a low, disdainful laugh.

"What? It can't be destroyed?" Sylvanas also became interested.

Duke said, "If something created by two demigods and the Demon King's blueprint can be destroyed so easily by mortals, then the three guys have worked in vain."

The Guardian Medivh and the demigod warlock Gul'dan in their prime worked together, using the design drawings of Sargeras. It is easy to imagine that this would not be a simple task.

I get a headache just imagining it.

At this moment, cheers like a tsunami and mountains of applause suddenly sounded nearby.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Azeroth!"

"We won—"

Duke and the three Windrunner sisters then realized that the bombardment had stopped for a while. There was no more upright orcs on the battlefield. At least thousands of orcs humbly dropped their weapons, crawled on the ground and trembled, begging for mercy in the orc language that the Alliance soldiers could not understand.

But more orcs died.

Perhaps three digits of orcs have fled back to Blackstone Fortress. This will not pose a threat. Moreover, Muradin Bronzebeard has already begun to lead the elite dwarf chamber guards to charge into Blackstone Fortress for the final cleanup.

At this time, Lothar, in casual clothes, came to Duke's steam tank with the help of Turalyon. It seemed that his wound had healed after the priest's treatment with holy light, but the blood that had flowed out could not be replenished so quickly.

"Duke, thank you for your armor." Lothar was still very weak, but his face was filled with the sunniest smile.

Damn, you are still so handsome at such an old age, should I let you die?

Complaining in his heart, Duke, who had a dark mentality in the short term, would not admit on the surface that he was jealous of Lothar because he was more handsome than him.

"Uncle Anduin, you are old. Don't charge anymore. That's a job for young people." Duke raised his chin and looked at Turalyon beside Lothar.

Anduin Lothar bared his teeth and flexed the muscles on his right arm: "Even if I live another ten years, I can still beat you in arm wrestling."

"If you allow me to transfer the power of the magic circuit into your arm muscles, you will not be my opponent even if you return to your eighteen years old."

As Duke was talking, Alleria thought about her first night for no reason. That's what Duke did. She suddenly got a little mad: "That's enough. You two injured soldiers, go and get well. The alliance can't survive without you two."

Duke and Anduin both shrank their heads at the same time at Alleria's anger, like two children who had done something wrong.

Everyone around burst into laughter.

For a while.

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

Duke nodded. "Victory. The Dark Portal can be left to Mograine and Antonidas."

"What are you going to do next?"

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

Anduin immediately understood what Duke meant: "Stormwind Kingdom will always be your strongest backing."

"Thank you."

It doesn't matter if others don't understand their charades-like conversation, as long as they understand it themselves.

In this battle, the total number of orcs killed and missing was 238,000. Except for the remnants of Kilrogg Deadeye's Bleeding Hollow clan who retreated early, almost no organized clan escaped.

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

Anduin and Duke originally wanted to give the pursuit mission to Mograine, but to their surprise, all the kings except Terenas voted against Mograine taking command.

As a last resort, the two had to team up again, leading 50,000 elite troops led by the Knights of the Silver Hand, the Knights of the Highlands, and 20,000 dwarves to set off first, while Mograine led the Scarlet Crusade and other main forces, following closely behind three days behind.

The vanguard led by Lothar spent about a week following the retreating Horde army. After crossing the Redridge Mountains, they reunited with the Griffin Legion from Elwynn Forest and Duke's private army. A total of 120,000 troops marched through the Sorrows Swamp further south and arrived at this red, dry land that had been drained of energy by evil magic.

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

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

A deep chasm appeared before them, and the walls rose higher. In the center of the valley, just as the scout had said, stood a huge gate, not built into a wall or building, but rising out of thin air.

When they saw the full picture of the Dark Portal, everyone exclaimed in amazement.

The Dark Portal is about 40 meters high and more than 30 meters wide, made of mysterious white-green stone. The basic structure is just three huge rectangular square stones stacked in the shape of a gate.

There was a huge snake carved right above the gate, its mouth open, revealing its ferocious fangs. On both sides of the gate were two huge statues, dressed like mages, but holding huge cross swords in their hands. The faces of the statues were deeply buried in hoods, and a dark aura lingered around the faces of the statues. People looking over could only see a pair of eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.