章 506: Chapter 506: Long-Awaited Arrival
In truth, the people of Lordaeron were both unlucky and wronged in this instance.
Had Duke not crossed the Wetlands and lured out Deathwing, three young red dragons wouldn't have been slaughtered, and the Dragonmaw Clan wouldn't have been on high alert.
A young red dragon isn't just any ordinary beast. In the Horde, they're easily considered as powerful as the leaders of the main tribes. Losing three in a row in just a few days would naturally alarm the Horde.
Without this, Zuluhed wouldn't have summoned one hundred thousand of the Horde near Grim Batol, and Orgrim wouldn't have coincidentally held a meeting there.
Many things were interconnected.
Lordaeron, who had rushed in for the sake of pride, happened to encounter a stampede of one hundred thousand "mud horses," nearly losing everything.
Not only were they slaughtered inside by Orgrim and his warriors, but chaos also reigned outside. Zuluhed directly commanded his red dragon to fly from the dragon's special exit on the mountainside to the entrance of the fortress, breathing dragonfire towards the portal.
Portals, in essence, are a condensation of magical power.
A foolish orc attacking it with an axe or hammer would accomplish nothing, even with thousands trying. Dragon's breath was different.
The essence of a dragon's breath is elemental fire. Sufficient fire elementals might not destroy the portal but could certainly increase its burden.
Back in Dalaran, the mages were struggling.
"Who's attacking the portal?" they noticed their mana consumption spiking. Maintaining a portal that could transport dozens simultaneously was already taxing; now it was becoming unbearable.
"The damned red dragon again!" Antonidas recognized it instantly.
King Terenas's face turned pale. Now the infantry couldn't break through, and the situation could only be changed by either a drastic reduction in forces or an overwhelming reinforcement.
No matter how he looked at it, the Horde seemed prepared!
He tentatively asked, "Can Dalaran deploy more mages?"
Antonidas was enraged, "You dare ask me to send our precious high mages into this chaotic battle?"
Mage was undoubtedly the gem of the Alliance, especially the academic mages from Dalaran, who were ill-suited for chaotic battles. They were generally used for suppressing the enemy in positional warfare.
Terenas's suggestion sounded to the Archmage like he was being asked to deliver his treasures on a platter.
It was a time to test King Terenas's resolve.
Retreating would mean losing at least half of his elite forces and gaining nothing. Increasing the troops might not improve the situation and could trap even more of his best men.
Terenas was unwilling to accept this! This should have been a great opportunity for Lordaeron to gain fame and show strength. How did Duke manage to kill tens of thousands of elite orcs so easily, while he ended up sending his elite to their deaths?
The old king's trembling fist revealed his frustration.
Without needing anyone to remind him, he knew he had to make a decision.
At that moment, Antonidas seemed to remember something, delivering a backhanded compliment to Terenas, "Your Majesty, there's no need to be too pessimistic. When I opened the portal earlier, I sensed Duke Marcus's magical fluctuations. He seems to be inside Grim Batol."
These words almost made Terenas spit blood—so his investment of over a thousand elite soldiers was to become a diversion for Duke's plan?
What's more, wasn't Duke dying? How did he get into the fortress surrounded by tens of thousands of orcs?
Now, not only were Terenas's fists trembling, but his entire body was shaking.
Terenas was shocked.
Llane and Anduin were overjoyed! The two good friends exchanged glances, their eyes filled with endless surprise.
Duke was alive!
Llane couldn't contain his excitement, rushing forward, "How is Duke? Can you sense his condition?"
Antonidas nodded, "I don't know about his physical condition, but his magical fluctuations haven't weakened at all."
This news moved all the kings present.
Regardless of whether Duke was dying or not, at least the man could still fight!
Those who had seen Duke in action knew that he couldn't be considered a Morningstar mage. In a group battle, he was even more ferocious than many Moonsilver mages.
Moreover, his past deeds always gave people some positive fantasies about him.
Just then, the clouds above Grim Batol began to roll back, forming a vast hole, from which endless firelight poured down, turning the entire mountaintop red.
An ancient dragon?
Another ancient dragon was arriving at this time?
How many ancient dragons did the Horde control? Was there any way to escape?
As everyone's faces changed again, the situation suddenly shifted.
Unexpectedly, a massive red dragon descending from the sky launched an attack on the young red dragons circling above.
Not with the unique dragon's breath or physical combat but with endless magical assaults.
Frost, fire, arcane; the three violent spells transformed into dazzling magical storms and bombarded every red dragon that tried to intercept.
What was going on? Was this red dragon on the Alliance's side?
Everyone who witnessed this was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Only Antonidas in Dalaran looked thoughtful, noticing one less Council member beside him—Krasus!
That's right! The late-arriving red dragon in the sky was Krasus, or Korialstrasz, who had been masquerading as a human and had become one of the six Council members of the Kirin Tor.
Krasus was battling fiercely in the sky. Even though he had reached the level of an ancient dragon, he was not taking it easy against his powerful kin. He was horrified to discover that the young dragons were being brainwashed under the influence of the Demon Soul, mindlessly obeying the orcs.
He hesitated to fight them, but they attacked without restraint.
Krasus gritted his teeth, dodging left and right in the sky. However, at this most critical moment, he still sent a magical message.
"Duke Marcus! I don't know what else you have up your sleeve, but I've used everything I can. The rest is up to you. Please, you must rescue Queen Alexstrasza!"
At that moment!
Duke, who had been slumbering at the entrance to Grim Batol's secret passage, suddenly opened his eyes.
He sent back a magical message.
"Wait for me!"
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