Chance is also known as bad fate.

By chance, it is the entanglement of fate and debt.

After a short rest, Carlos selected a half-legion of about 4,400 soldiers with good physical strength and willpower, and prepared to cross the mountain pass to attack Stoneard along the orc's usual communication route, while the rest of the tired army was repairing while guarding against the Dark Gate.

Before the mages of Khadgar or Dalaran studied the Dark Gate, Carlos didn't want to play with snakes and engage in a day trip to Draenor, in case the air composition of the two worlds was different, and he would suck himself to death in one go, I was afraid that he would not become a famous emperor through the ages.

Therefore, after the surprise attack on the Dark Gate, those who remained to defend were more than 10,000 veteran war divisions whose combat strength was like a landslide.

And the orcs sent by Orgrim to reclaim the Dark Gate did not choose the path they had taken as they were.

Because it's too far.

Under the leadership of the Fireblade Clan, the orcs carried forward the fearless spirit of not being afraid of hardship and death, passed through the dark and cramped underground passage, and arrived at the periphery of the Dark Gate two days ahead of schedule.

The two remaining units were perfectly staggered in their routes.

Change your home, change your home.

After successfully sneaking up on the dark gate where the orcs were stationed, Carlos finally knew what it was to call out and fight back.

It's a pity that this time, Destiny is on the side of the Alliance.

The previous surprise attack was a feat in the history of human warfare, in which the soldiers overcame the double test of will and physical strength, and accepted the overlapping ordeal of hunger and cold in exchange for the control of the Dark Gate.

This is a triumph of willpower, a triumph of spirit.

But whether it is willpower or spirit, it will not always be victorious, after the war, more than thirty percent of the Alliance soldiers fell ill from exhaustion, even if the paladins actually fought the Holy Light spell to help heal, large-scale non-combat attrition is already an inevitable fact.

No, Carlos simply wouldn't have left so many people to guard the Dark Gate.

The Fireblade Blade Blade Saints were moving fast enough.

But the distance between Stoned and the Dark Gate was that great, and by the time the orcs were ready, the Alliance forces had begun to recover.

What's more, the post-war summary is a fine tradition of the Alliance, and under the skillful hands of the dwarf craftsmen, a ring of improvised mines has been laid around the perimeter of the Dark Gate, and the lethality of these inferior mines is a joke, and the only advantage is that they are loud enough.

After losing their concealment, the orcs had no choice but to attack.

So Carlos finally had a chance to say that classic line.

"What gave you the courage to face my wrath!"

On this rainy night, the orcs, also tormented by hunger and cold, launched a death charge towards the Dark Gate.

On this rainy night, fearful and angry, the Alliance soldiers set up their shields and raised their blades and waited for the orcs to come forward.

On this rainy night, the last Sword Saints of the Fireblade Clan burned their lives and staged a dance performance of the storm and the sword.

On this rainy night, the paladins lit up the dark night with holy light, and together with the thunder, they created a terrifying brilliance.

Carlos stood on the final platform leading to the Dark Gate, his eyes as calm as water as he watched the battle beneath his feet.

Simple arithmetic problems.

If the tribe really gave up the frontal battlefield and retreated on all fronts, then there would be more than a few people besieging the Dark Gate at this moment, and the dark swamp in the distance would not be so peaceful.

If the orcs hadn't given up their desire for victory, then for now these orcs would be just a small force that would have returned the favor to them.

I've been preparing for this surprise attack for more than three months, how can you orcs want to pull me to your level?

On experience, I Carlos. Barov is richer than you, I don't know where it went!

When the surprise attack loses a strange word, the orcs have already lost half of it.

It's just that the way home is ahead, and the faint glow of the dark door is like a torch in the night that attracts orc moths to the fire.

In addition to resting, the repaired fortifications such as antlers and horses were of great use to the Union soldiers.

While the human soldiers are not in the state, the orc warriors are no better.

In the nearly four years of war between the Alliance and the Horde, both sides have continued to learn and grow and hone their war skills.

Only today's battle seems to have turned back the times by hundreds of years.

The orcs of the brigade were dragged down by a larger group of humans, and the exhausted soldiers of the two families who were tormented by the dark swamp seemed to have lost the ability to kill the enemy in one move.

The Swordmasters of the Fireblade Clan took the lead, breaking through the array of Alliance sergeants with their blades and rushing towards the Dark Gate, while the last of Carlos' men, his Guards, and himself, a total of one hundred and one paladins, stood on the path to the Dark Gate, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

The victory or loss of the war seems to have nothing to do with ordinary soldiers, whether it is the alliance or the Horde, the morale of both sides is depressed to an exaggerated point, and the reason for them to continue fighting is only to expect the "heroes" to work miracles.

Even with the warning, the orcs rushing out of the darkness still stimulated the exhausted bodies of the Alliance soldiers.

And the failure of the surprise attack, in this strong offensive battle, in the face of the human beings far outnumbered their own, the orcs also felt desperate.

A big battle of 10,000 people, the victory or defeat is only in the hands of less than 1,000 people.

Will the Juggernauts be able to break through the enemy formation, or will Carlos be able to hold the Dark Gate?

The final battle began.

There are not many orcs who can follow the Sword Saint to the Gate of Darkness, and they are not even as many as the Sword Saints of the Fire Blade Clan, but these two hundred orcs have the power of thousands of troops, and everyone seems to have the spirit that I am an army alone.

But they were faced with Carlos, a paladin, the king's personal guard known for his martial arts, four hundred and seventeen veterans who had survived the long war.

At one time, Carlos's personal guard numbered as many as a thousand, but the battlefield like a flesh mill consumed the lives of these soldiers, and until now, this personal guard attached to the Guards Legion has only three hundred and eighteen people.

Paladins are not afraid of death, and as the king's personal guards, it is the duty of these soldiers to die for the king.

When the two toughest forces of the Alliance and the Horde collide, all that remains is a splash of sparks.

Obviously, if you take a step back, you can live, and the guards would rather be pierced through their armor than use their chests to card the weapons of the orcs, so that their comrades can cut off the hateful orcs in front of them with a single sword.

Obviously, they can escape for their lives without leaving their teammates, and the Sword Saints use the highest glory of life defenders, which belongs to orcs, to prove with their actions what it means to die rather than win.

A battle of less than 1,000 people is even more tragic than the 10,000-person chaos not far away.

The sword wind whirls, it is the dance of death, the holy light shines, it is the place of glory.

Carlos's eyes were filled with strength, and he felt the enthusiasm of battle through the darkness.

"Stay here, and don't let the little ones come in or out."

Carlos gave orders to the guards around him, and left the Dark Gate, descending the steps step by step.

He could name every guard who died in battle, and every orc sword saint who appeared in front of him felt familiar.

Carlos suddenly lost his envy of Tulayan in the distance.

Tonight's battle is destined to be a legendary end.

And the new legend is destined to be remembered by the world on this day.