The operation failed, and although Lordaeron lost his wife and his army, Dalaran did not have a good life. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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

"Everyone, prepare!"

"Open the portal in five minutes!"

"Countdown begins!"

In the square, the servants in charge of the assembly began to retreat like a stream. Soon only the soldiers who went out to fight were left.

Unrelated persons were quickly removed from the scene.

The Dalaran guards, who were in charge of security, quickly cordoned off the entire square.

A team of Morning Star mages stepped into the magic circle next to the portal and entered the designated position.

Everyone began to look at Archmage Antonidas on the high platform.

Ready to guard, Antonidas quickly began to cast spells, and after a short spell, Antonidas's consciousness had already begun to enter the void of confusion.

He was looking for the spatial coordinates of Grimbaatar Fortress.

Spatial teleportation is never easy. Unless it is a city at the level of the capital of the kingdom, it is difficult to have complete spatial coordinates. Most of the time, it is up to the mage to explore and lock on to the target.

If you don't get it right, it's a human tragedy.

Therefore, there are very few mages below the Radiant Moon who dare to play space teleportation outside the major main cities.

Rather than being alarmed, the Alliance didn't even set the coordinates for the Grimbaatite mages in advance. The one they relied on the most was naturally Antonidas, the mage of the sun.

It didn't take much effort for him to find his goal.

It was a flat area to the east of Grimbaatar, near the Dragon's Throat Gate.

He can't set the portal on the top of Grimbaatar Mountain, because there is little space on the top of the mountain, and secondly, in the face of the repeated invasion of the red dragon, the assault team will be very passive.

He also doesn't have Deathwing's cheating skills, and is able to find the secret passage that leads directly to the Red Dragon Queen. Only one could be chosen that would be the most suitable, right in the clearing between the Horde army and the fortress of Grimbaatar.

Got it!

Almost as soon as Antonidas locked the coordinates, the huge portal in the square fluctuated violently. First a ripple, then a huge wave of tumbling unknown matter.

In a few moments, the portal took on the opposite side.

It was a huge passage, lined with torches. And the tribal warrior in charge of guarding was startled by the portal that suddenly appeared in front of him. Immediately, he saw the Alliance soldiers standing in front of the portal, ready to charge.

The great general Abidis, as the supreme on-site commander of this operation, raised the big sword in his hand high: "In the name of Lordaeron - rush!"

A huge roar erupted from the square, led by the most capable silver hand, and the commandos killed it.

Abydis and Saidan Dasohan, who took the lead, slashed like two sharp swords, and the orcs were suddenly in chaos.

But it was only a moment of chaos.

To the surprise of the Lordaerons, the orcs appeared ...... Quite prepared.

Hundreds of well-armed, well-armed orc warriors rushed out of the branches of the main path of the fortress, fighting with the elite of the Lordarens.

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

A few orc centurions tried their best to motivate their people, hoping to turn the tide of the war by using the relatively narrow terrain for the large army to contain the Alliance's offensive. But he soon realized that his ideas were a bit wishful thinking.

In front of him were two fierce men who were ranked best in the alliance. Moreover, although his warriors here are also known as elites, he also has a good reputation in the clan.

It's a pity that even with the same title, there are still fundamental differences in combat effectiveness between warriors of different clans.

Physique, resistance to ***** and many factors determine combat effectiveness. If the elite combat power of the Blackstone Clan under the direct jurisdiction of Orgrim is 100, these guys will be 70 at most.

In front of these hundred battle elites of Lordaeron, it is not enough to see at all!

The vaunted power was useless in the face of greater speed, and often the orcs had just rounded their arms, and a sharp sword had already pierced their terrible faces.

Especially the Silver Hand Paladins who rushed to the front, killing orcs of this level is no different from chopping melons and vegetables.

Saidan wields a sledgehammer that glows with holy light, as if the legendary Titan harnesses the supreme power. With a flick of his sledgehammer, several rays of holy light swept through the orc crowd like thunder. The white-gold hammer of holy light burst out with a holy aura, easily sending hundreds of pounds of orcs flying like a flying ball.

Under the paladin's skill [dedication], Saidan didn't charge a single step, and a large amount of holy light penetrated into the ground, and then bloomed from the ground in turn, as long as any orc was weaker, as soon as he leaned over, his legs would be immediately burned by the holy light and directly charred.

But that's not all, General Abydis next to him is also getting more and more courageous, and later seems to have entered a state similar to that of the god of war.

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

The two-handed greatsword in his hand unexpectedly gushed out red power, and the majesty was like the advent 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 by [Anger], and he released a warrior's stunt [Thunder Strike] to directly shock those seriously injured orcs to death.

The soldiers of the commando team were so fierce that the kings watching the battle behind watched all this in amazement, and there was a sense of trance, as if they could kill all the tribes with the elite of this elite alone.

Terenus had a pride on his face that didn't need to be spoken.

The gray-white hair fluttered in the wind, and there was an indescribable compulsion.

Antonidas was silent as he watched as the assault team began to divide into two lines, building a defensive line on the spot all the way, using debris as a cover, and began to seal the largest entrance to the entire fortress as much as possible.

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

Looks like...... There's a play!

At this time, Antonidas's perception also spread in the fortress, and he saw if he could predict the danger for the troops a little, such as notifying the red dragon in 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 for the rest of his life, because it has the same root and the same origin.

It was the breath of the Arcane Throne and the Ice Crown, and although it was very, very faint, Antonidas would not admit it.

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

Damn it!

Duke Marcus is still alive!?

Antonidas's mind went blank for a moment, and he completely forgot what he was doing with his diffuse perception. (To be continued.) )