Volume 3: Tides of Darkness Chapter 174: Dark Gate: The Beginning of Chaos
Two days later - Dark Portal - Draenor: "Captain, please stop now. There are only greedy adventurers outside the portal. You must not open the Dark Portal. This will cause disaster!"
A group of orc players were still trying to persuade him, not noticing that Doomhammer Orgrim's face was getting darker and darker.
(Because he was born in the Blackrock clan, Orgrim's skin was originally black.)
"Enough!" Orgrim roared and stood up suddenly. He stared coldly at the orcs in front of him.
"You useless bastards, you are so cowardly and timid, and you have absolutely no honor or courage of my tribe. Since you are afraid of death, I will give you death."
He walked forward, grabbed an orc by the hair, and chopped off his head with one axe.
The remaining orc players were all terrified and wanted to run away, but the surrounding Kor'kron guards rushed up and held them down one by one, and cut off their heads.
Orgrim walked out of the tent holding a head. He looked at the tens of thousands of orcs densely packed below and held the head high.
Orgrim Doomhammer (Chief of the Horde ): "We only have fearless warriors in our tribe. We don't need cowards and cravens. This is the fate of cowards."
"The last failure was due to Blackhand's weakness and stupidity, and we were not prepared at all and did not take the enemy seriously. But this time is different. We have gathered warriors from all tribes, all the strongest fighters. Those weak humans will die happily under our axes, and we will conquer the whole world.
Tell the warriors of my tribe, are you ready for battle!"
"For the tribe!"
"Lokta-ooga!"
"Power and glory!"
"Robber money, rob food, rob women."
"All Alliance dogs, die!"
"wahhhhhhg!"
Listening to the orcs' shouts resounding through the sky, Orgrim nodded with satisfaction, "Gul'dan, open the Dark Portal, the Horde is ready!"
At the same time - on the other side of the Dark Portal - in the wasteland of the Blasted Lands.
The Alliance's army has gathered here, with more than 100,000 people in number. However, those standing in the front are not the elite main force of the Storm Kingdom, nor the powerful Storm Knights, nor the soldiers of various nobles and the knights of the fiefdom, but groups of adventurers. They form groups in squads and teams, and almost occupy the entire front area of the Dark Portal, blocking the Storm Kingdom's army behind them .
Duke Bolvar was a little worried when he saw the scattered formations of the adventurers in the distance. "Your Majesty, are you sure you want to hand over the battlefield to those undisciplined adventurers? If they are defeated, it will be easy to break up our formation."
King Llane opened his mouth, but Varian beside him answered his question first.
Varian (Prince of Stormwind): "No problem, Lord Bolvar. They are all fearless warriors of the Alliance, with the determination and will to not fear death."
Bolvar had no doubt about this. The battle hadn't even started yet, but hundreds of people had been killed or injured in a battle just because they were bored and were just putting up flags at the gate - and they hadn't even seen the shadow of the enemy yet.
Bolvar strongly suspected that if the Dark Portal was not opened for a whole day, these adventurers would kill themselves.
"I have no doubt of it, but——"
"There's nothing to worry about. These adventurers have defeated the tribal army before, and they will win again. You just wait to reap the fruits of victory.
Well, I must go and inspect it, Lord Bolvar, would you mind coming with me?"
When Varian rode onto the battlefield on his warhorse, he was greeted with warm cheers.
"It's King Wa!"
"King Varian, fight for your honor."
"King Wa, King Wa, I love you. I want to give birth to a monkey for you."
"King Wa is invincible, King Wa is awesome!"
Varian waved to the adventurers, accepting the cheers calmly with a look of satisfaction on his face.
Listening to the cheers around him, Bolvar finally understood why King Llane was so uneasy. With so many people supporting him, anyone would be nervous.
Fortunately, the nobles had no good feelings towards Varian and the adventurers' mess. They were disgusted by these adventurers running around everywhere and hated their attitude of having no respect for the nobles.
As a result, they did not support Varian very much and united closely around King Llane.
"Look! The Dark Portal!" someone shouted. Duke Bolvar looked towards the Dark Portal hurriedly. Something unusual was happening at the Dark Portal.
At this moment, as dozens of orc warlocks led by Gul'dan injected all their fel energy into the Dark Portal, the fel energy gathered into a huge vortex. The Dark Portal was finally activated, and the space-time tunnel connected the two worlds.
The adventurers here immediately noticed the changes in the Dark Portal.
"Fuck, stop fighting, stop fighting, a monster is about to spawn."
"Everyone, come back and replenish my BUFF. If you have powerful medicine, please prepare it. Don't be reluctant to drink it when the time comes."
"Warriors, where are the warriors? All of you go to the front row. What? You are specialized in throwing weapons? Damn, there are warriors like this."
The adventurers finally stopped fighting and formed battle formations.
I have to say that once these people get serious, they do have some strength . Warriors, knights, druids who turned into bears, berserkers, weapon masters, and all kinds of messy tank professions formed a loose line.
Next are magicians, archers, elementals, arcanists and other magic professions, and at the end are auxiliary professions such as priests and pastors of various gods.
A dense army of orcs swarmed out of the Dark Portal.
Bolvar's expression changed. Let's begin!
Meteor shower, blizzard, lightning storm, meteorite magic!
The sky was filled with destructive magic, and the proportion of magic professions among the adventurers was surprisingly high. An ordinary kingdom army often only had a dozen mages and priests as support in a team of several hundred people, but among the adventurer's army, the number of magic professions reached three or four levels.
With so many spellcasters attacking together, the area hundreds of meters in front of the Dark Portal almost became a place of death.
Those orcs pouring out of the Dark Portal were just like cannon fodder, instantly submerged in the world-destroying magic. Occasionally a few lucky ones broke through, but what awaited them was the siege of countless melee professions.
Since the exit of the Dark Portal was only a hundred or two hundred meters wide, it was completely blocked by tens of thousands of adventurer players, and it was almost a one-sided massacre.
Seeing the layers of corpses piled higher and higher, Varian smiled with satisfaction. "See, Bolvar? There is no suspense in this battle. This is the strength of adventurers. It will be over soon."
Bolvar himself had to admit that this might be true. Suddenly, the lineup of orcs rushing out of the Dark Portal changed. They were no longer just cannon fodder sent to die. There appeared some well-equipped orc vanguards, orc berserkers, and orc warriors. Among the large number of elite monsters, there were also some small BOSS-level orc warlords.
The dropped equipment is no longer just white and gray.
Blue and green appear occasionally, as more and more equipment explodes on the ground.
There was also some commotion among the adventurers.
"Damn, a lot of equipment was dropped."
"Don't go over there, do you want to die?"
There is no concept of friendly forces being unharmed in the world of the sky. As long as you rush forward, you will inevitably suffer damage from magic.
Fortunately, it was just blue and green equipment, which was not enough to cause people to lose their minds, but soon the situation changed again.
An extremely tall orc, wearing black armor and holding two giant battle axes, rushed out.
Barusak (High Warlord): "I am High Warlord Barusak! Weak humans, scum of the Alliance, prepare to die."
As soon as this orc appeared, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. The BOSS logo on his head was even more eye-catching. However, judging from his name, it was obvious that he was not a historical celebrity.
The third-level disaster BOSS is already a BOSS at the level of a 40-man raid. It is also a story campaign, so the drops must be quite good.
"Oh shit, a BOSS is coming out, quickly focus your fire, quickly focus your fire!"
"Kill the BOSS, don't worry about the minions, grab aggro quickly, the first kill will definitely drop good stuff."
"Come on, come on, clear out the monsters first. Damn, what the hell are you doing?"
The overwhelming magic all fell on the orc warlord. As a result, the pressure on the orcs on both sides was immediately reduced. Finally, some orcs rushed out of this land of death and engaged in a melee with the players' vanguard formation.
What a bunch of idiots! Bolvar shook his head. He could have used magic to completely block the orcs' attack, but he had to let the overall situation be affected just for an orc leader. Damn it.
What’s even more damning is yet to come.
Although the high-ranking commander was powerful, he quickly fell under the overwhelming attack. The moment he fell, several purple light beams suddenly appeared around him.
"Oh shit, a purple outfit has exploded. It's a weapon."
"There is also a skill book. I saw it."
"Go ahead, what are you waiting for?"
A few fearless adventurers actually rushed forward, but as soon as they picked up a piece of equipment, they were killed by friendly magic. It was not known whether it was intentional or unintentional.
But this still can't stop people's greed. Purple equipment in this game is valuable and top-notch. It is not difficult to sell any piece for thousands or tens of thousands. A good purple equipment can even go for over 100,000.
What does it matter if I die once for a hundred thousand dollars?
More and more adventurers broke away from the formation and rushed towards those pieces of equipment.
As a result, the lineup was immediately in chaos.
Then more and more orc troops came out, and bosses appeared one after another. There were five or six high-level warlords, three or four orc chieftains, and historical celebrities such as King Saurfang and Hellscream.
"Oh my god, it's King Saurfang!"
"Hurry up and pull the king out. We've got him."
"Lao Hou has also come out, grab Lao Hou first."
"Wakakaka, Bloody Roar is mine."
"Go to hell."
"How dare you steal our boss? You bastards, you are such a bastard! We have long disliked you, the Skeleton Society."
"Everyone from the Iron Blood Clan, come here quickly. We must take revenge today."
"Damn it! You dare to steal our BOSS? You're looking for death!"
Bolvar watched in amazement as several adventurer guilds that had conflicts with each other started fighting each other on the spot. Some adventurer teams tried to pull King Saurfang out of the crowd and kill him alone, but were immediately backstabbed by other player teams. The pulled-out King Saurfang rushed into the crowd and knocked down a group of crispy skins in the back row with a whirlwind.
Hellscream let out a war cry and led a group of War Song warriors to charge directly through the front line. In an instant, the good situation turned into chaos.
