Panda’s Self-cultivation

　　 The sun has just risen above the horizon.

　　The warriors who attacked the Dark Portal were ready for everything.

　　 Facing the dawn, Lothar pulled out his sword of the great royal knight, and with the help of Khadgar's magic, began the final mobilization.

　　 "Warriors of the Azeroth Alliance! Now we are standing in front of the Dark Portal."

"Eight years ago, countless orcs rushed out of this gate. Their warriors wanted to destroy our homeland. Their warlocks polluted our world with evil energy. In order to fight against them, countless heroes fell to protect our homeland. In battle."

"They are the children of their parents, and they are also the parents of their children! They have witnessed the glory of the alliance with their bravery and tenacity-this glory begins with the King Arathor, the King of the Mountain, and the King of the Sun! Not lost!"

　　 "Now, the door of darkness is open again. Although we blocked the orcs in front of the door, this is not the end! For our parents and children, for the tomorrow of our world, we must close this door completely!"

　　 "We don't know what we have to face after passing through that door, but we are willing to face everything for Azeroth!"

　　 "Orcs, dragons, demons! These powerful existences can knock us down, but they can never force us to give up!"

　　 "Now, listen to my orders!"

　　 "The Royal Knights of the Stormwind Guard! Pull out your swords!"

　　 "Ironforge Stormpike Guards! All the bullets are loaded!"

　　 "The Stromgarde Militia Knights Wing! Hold up your lances!"

　　 "Windrunner Ranger Elite, pull your bowstrings!"

　　 "Wildhammer Dwarf Griffin Special Forces, raise your warhammer!"

　　 "We now have a common name-the Dark Portal Expeditionary Army!"

　　 "Let me face the dawn and launch the firmest assault! Wherever the sun goes, all evil will disappear!"

　　 "Listen to my orders now! The Dark Portal Expeditionary Force close their helmets, raise their weapons, and charge!"

　　The feint troops were the first to act. The five first-generation paladins burst out with unparalleled power of the holy light. The year-round haze of the cursed land was instantly dissipated, and the long-lost sun shone on the cursed land.

All the Union soldiers present are sparing no effort to create opportunities for the expeditionary army, Uther Lightbringer, Gavinrad Doom, Tirion Fording, Saidan Dathohan and Turalyon, this The five first-generation paladins fought side by side, leading the elite paladins of the Silver Hand to directly attack the Shattered Hand clan on the left wing of the orcs.

When Grommash hurriedly rushed to support, the Royal Knights of the Stormwind Guard began to move. Most of these have experienced war. As Lothar fought throughout the Eastern Kingdom, the soldiers silently closed their helmets. He drew the knight's sword, raised the reins of the horse, and started the charge.

The heavy horse hooves stepped on the dry ground of the Cursed Land, making a dull sound, bringing up smoke and dust, and Lothar, who rushed to the front, was like a roaring lion, roaring the first one and rammed into the just-arranged formation. Shaped among the warsong clan.

　　 The orc warlord who was in the front was cut off by Lothar's head with a vicious sword. And Lothar didn't pause, and continued to rush into the orcs. The cavalry followed closely. They didn't care about the great axe cut by the orcs and the sledgehammer they smashed over. They just stretched out their long swords and smashed them at the orcs-as for their own life and death, they had already ignored them.

　　 Gromash, who had just rushed to the left wing, found that his clan behind him was disrupted.

　　 "Damn it, where's the warlock? Where's Ner'zhul's warlock?"

　　 Amidst Grommash’s roar, most of the warlocks who hurriedly appeared on the battlefield had not had time to finish their spells before they were hit by a green arrow or a fiery bullet in their throat. Stormpike dwarves and Windrunner rangers-all who participated in this raid were excellent players from a hundred, most of the warlocks with few remaining orcs had not had time to play their role, they had closed their mouths forever.

　　 Because the Dragonmaw clan did not obey Ner'zhul, they were just two red dragons sent symbolically. The two poor orcs riding on the dragon's back were quickly shot down by the Griffin Rider elite of the Wildhammer dwarves. The red dragon, which had recovered its freedom, let out a happy cry, flapped its wings and flew away.

　　 Then the orc's head began to be taken care of by the dwarf's storm hammer-even the chief of the Shattered Hand clan Kargath Bladefist was almost hit by a magic sledgehammer.

　　 The battle started very smoothly.

But after the orcs reacted, the heavy cavalry of Stormwind gradually lost the advantage of speed under the almost endless army's layers of resistance. Although the leading troops were less than 100 meters away from the Dark Portal at this time, this was a short period of time. The distance of one hundred meters has almost become a moat.

At the critical moment, the hussars of Stromgarde battled their bravery and fearlessness. These young men in light armor began to use spears ~www.ltnovel.com~ with the support of long-range firepower to flexibly create chaos among the orcs , Without sacrificing any sacrifice, opened up an open area ten meters wide and fifty meters long for the expeditionary army.

　　 The Royal Knights of the Stormwind Guard did not waste this opportunity. All the heavy knights regained their formation and launched a second charge.

　　 In the turbulent crowd of orcs, the warriors of the expeditionary army rushed up against the current, stepped on the land dyed red by their comrades and orcs, and rushed towards the dark gate.

　　 There is no hesitation, no fear.

　　The fighters who can charge charge forward, and the fighters who cannot charge use their weapons and bodies to open a way for their comrades to charge.

　　 The expeditionary soldiers at this moment are more fanatical than the orcs who drank the blood of the devil!

　　 Finally, Lothar led the Royal Knights into the Dark Portal first, followed by Stormpike dwarves and Windrunner Rangers, and finally the Wildhammer Griffin Rider in the sky and the Stromgarde militia who was responsible for the death and heavy casualties.

　　 The feint troops retreated. They chose to surround the Dark Portal, but there was no further action.

　　 Calm was restored on the battlefield.

Grommash also fell into silence. He had to admit that the Alliance had achieved the goal he wanted. At this time, he rushed into the Dark Portal, which would surely cause huge chaos—but he had to stay here and couldn’t let it go. More humans entered this gate and interfered with Ner'zhul.

Even so, Grommash still believes that Ner'zhul will deal with these people, even if they are truly elite-and the soldiers of the Alliance also believe that the expeditionary force can defeat the forces behind the orcs and completely shut down the disaster. Gate~www.ltnovel.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read. The latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.ltnovel.com~ mobile phone users, please go to read.