Whether it was the Alliance or the demons, their morale was greatly boosted by the arrival of powerful reinforcements. The demons, who had retreated slightly due to the death of Magtheridon, immediately returned and charged valiantly towards the Alliance forces once more.
The first to feel this pressure was Garrosh—he felt that he was now struggling to move forward.
Having left the protective circle of his father, Grom Hellscream, and without the deterrent power of Gorehowl, Garrosh realized that his true strength was not as great as he had imagined.
His physical fitness was good, and he had received a lot of combat training, but he had hardly experienced any actual combat before today. Just now, following on his father's flank, he had hacked and killed a few fel orcs who had been intimidated by Grom. Seeing the blood, his confidence soared, and he thought that the enemy was nothing more than that. Seeing Kargath in the enemy ranks, he couldn't wait to rush over and duel him.
Initially, because Aiden had killed Magtheridon, the fel orcs' fighting spirit had waned, and Garrosh hadn't felt any strain. But after the dreadlord Varimathras had rekindled their morale, he realized that he was already surrounded.
Let alone facing Kargath directly, he was now struggling to cope with the siege of three fel orcs.
"What are you doing? Why haven't you killed this brown-skinned orc yet! Are you afraid of death!"
Such an angry voice came from behind the fel orcs who were besieging Garrosh.
The three fel orcs trembled. They all knew very well who was speaking—it was Netherspite, a high-ranking warlock next to Chieftain Kargath Bladefist, an evil warlock who often dealt with demons.
Any fel orc who dared to disobey him would definitely wish they were dead.
Hearing Netherspite's urging, the three fel orc soldiers immediately launched a fierce attack, not caring for their lives. Garrosh had almost no power to resist under this torrential offensive. Carelessly, he was slashed with an axe on his back by an enemy, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone.
"Roar!" Pain and fear stimulated Garrosh's combat instinct. He withstood the attack of the fel orc in front of him, crashed into the opponent's arms, used the cover of this body to cleave another orc in half with an axe, then tightly strangled the neck of the fel orc in his arms, strangling him to death, and finally chopped off the head of the last opponent in a one-on-one fight.
He killed these three opponents, but also paid the price of serious injuries.
Garrosh grinned, wanting to show a victorious smile. But Netherspite noticed the situation here. He condensed fel energy and released a ball of shadow energy towards this seriously injured Mag'har orc.
Garrosh watched all this happen. He wanted to dodge, but the tendon in his left foot had just been struck hard by an opponent, and he could hardly make any movement.
"I... am I going to die here?" Garrosh helplessly let go of his hand, letting the blood-stained battle axe fall to the ground. He finally turned his gaze to his original target—Kargath. The chieftain of the Shattered Hand clan was still killing Drenei on the front lines, giving full play to his arena champion strength and combat experience. Almost no one was his match.
Garrosh did not expect that he was so far from his imagined opponent.
Grom, not far away, also saw this scene. He noticed it not long after Garrosh left his protection. He hadn't seen Garrosh in over a decade. He was very happy to see his son growing up in battle.
Grom knew he couldn't protect Garrosh forever, so he didn't interfere when he saw his son rushing to the other side.
Then he also found a powerful opponent. When he finished dealing with this opponent, he saw a warlock releasing a spell towards the seriously injured Garrosh.
It was impossible for him to fly to Garrosh in an instant, so he could only watch this scene happen, but could do nothing.
The only thing he could do was to avenge Garrosh later!
Everyone thought Garrosh would die in the next moment. Garrosh had even resigned himself to his fate. But just before the shadow energy hit him, a purple void gate suddenly appeared in front of him, and a hero with a strange figure walked out of the door.
He raised the Void Blade in his hand and cut Netherspite's spell into two pieces. The structurally unstable shadow energy immediately disappeared into the air, without hitting anyone.
It's Kassadin!
Only he has the ability to instantly flash in front of people. Fortunately, he, who was originally slaughtering void dragon knights in the high sky, noticed the situation here.
The figure that suddenly appeared in front of him stunned Garrosh for a while before he reacted.
"You saved me." Garrosh recognized this back figure. He was one of the heroes who had taken a small gnome—no, a Yordle Corki's iron bird to Garadar with his father.
Before, this mysterious mage always made people feel gloomy and strange. Garrosh had never even spoken to Kassadin, but the other party had unhesitatingly saved his life!
Aiden had arrived here at this time, and he also noticed what had just happened. When he saw the ball of shadow energy pounce on Garrosh, who had no ability to resist, he even had the idea of 'it would be nice to let Garrosh die in battle like this'. Because the facts that this orc had done in the original history in the future made him unable to feel good about it.
If he died here, it would not be a bad thing to eliminate a huge hidden danger.
But Kassadin saved him.
This guy saved Prince Liam last time, and this time he saved Garrosh again. No one can figure out what he is thinking.
What's done is done, Aiden can only think that this is the destiny. He doesn't know that the current Liam has completed his self-redemption. If he knew, he would expect the rescued Garrosh to embark on a brand new path of the brave.
Garrosh was not destined to die. He flew here and used the power of holy light to heal the injuries on the opponent's body, restoring him to his original state.
"Pick up your weapon, Garrosh. The battle is not over yet." Kassadin turned his head and said, then he ignored the orc. The warlock who had just shot in the dark had already started preparing spells again.
Kassadin directly opened a void gate, jumped in front of the opponent, and stabbed the Void Blade into his throat at the moment the opponent's spell was about to be completed, so that the last syllable of the spell could no longer be uttered.
When Garrosh came back to his senses, the two people who had helped him were already fighting elsewhere. He picked up his battle axe and rushed towards the enemy with a roar.
This time he will no longer be too ambitious.
And he remembered these two people, they came from a place called Valoran.
The tremor of the earth became more and more obvious. The people of the Alliance saw some 20-meter-high mana mechs appearing in the demon army. These steel monsters were rushing up with a roar. The terrifying power made those who had never seen it terrified, and those who had seen it were even more frightened.
On the other hand, the Burning Legion saw a large group of gronn rushing up. Most of them were not as tall as mana mechs, but they were very flexible and their combat power was not much worse, and they were numerous—more terrifyingly, some fel orcs recognized that the gronn rushing in the front was the ogre's demigod—"Dragonslayer" Gruul—currently one of the most powerful creatures walking on the lands of Outland!
The real battle has just begun!
The furious Gruul was the first to rush into the enemy ranks. He overturned a mana mech blocking the way in front of him, smashed its head with one punch, and then skillfully disassembled it. He had destroyed countless mana mechs in the battle of Blade's Edge Mountains before, and now he is very familiar with how to easily deal with such clumsy opponents.
His offspring and ordinary gronn also rushed up. The red earth was filled with the roars he was familiar with.
Gruul and his offspring escaped from the demon's siege with the help of the Tempest Keep's auxiliary ship, the Exodar. His heart was filled with hatred for the Burning Legion, and slaughtering demons was the best way he could find to vent his anger.
So as soon as he arrived here, he immediately led the ogre army to the battlefield after hearing that there was a battle here.
The mana mechs, which were highly expected by the acting commander Varimathras, did not bring him the imagined crushing situation. When this dreadlord saw the gronn joining, the indigenous army had already begun to gain the upper hand. Even though he was extremely unwilling, he could only report the news here to Archimonde and wait for his support.
The only thing that made Vargas feel a little better was that they still had a slight advantage in the aerial battle. Although the appearance of those few powerful heroes on the opposite side initially suppressed them a bit, as more and more Doom Guards joined the battlefield, the demons gradually reversed the situation by relying on their numerical advantage and gained the upper hand.
But soon, Vargas realized that this was an illusion. Not only did the Burning Legion have air support, but so did the Alliance.
As the fastest response force, the Alliance Air Force that passed through the Dark Portal was the first to arrive on the battlefield.
Angel Pamyel and Ophiel led the Valoran Federation's air force from behind the demon army. Missiles, autocannons, and rockets were fired simultaneously, and the powerful firepower instantly made the Burning Legion's air force suffer.
"Where did these people come from!" Vargas was furious.
Because the battlefield was narrow, although the fighting was fierce, the casualties were not serious. He believed that at the current intensity, the battle would take three or four days to complete, and by then Archimonde's reinforcements would definitely have arrived.
But seeing the native reinforcements coming from the direction of the Dark Portal, Vargas immediately had a bad feeling. He thought of a very bad possibility—did these natives reopen the Dark Portal?
"If these people return to Azeroth through the Dark Portal..." Vargas trembled at the thought. He knew Archimonde's emphasis on these people, otherwise he would not have listened to Lord Kil'jaeden's advice and so cautiously joined forces with the reinforcements teleported from the Void Storm. If these people escaped from his hands, Vargas knew that his failure would definitely make him wish he were dead.
"Quick, quick! Wizards, immediately report the news to Lord Archimonde!" Vargas shouted in horror.
At this moment, two enemies approached him from the sky, one was Angel Kayle, and the other was Aiden, who had been searching for the location of the Burning Legion commander.
After discovering Vargas, he prepared to launch another decapitation operation.
They couldn't wait two or three days to wipe out the opponent. They wanted to win immediately!
Vargas discovered that the god of death who had instantly killed the former commander, Magtheridon, was pouncing over, and he immediately screamed: "Stop them!"
The elite demons around him rushed up, and Vargas flew backward. He didn't want to die here.
Chieftain Kargath, who commanded the fel orcs, continued his frantic slaughter, and countless Alliance soldiers had died at his hands. However, his performance also attracted the attention of another orc warrior who was no less than him—Chieftain Grom Hellscream of the Warsong Clan, who had fought alongside him!
Grom saw that Kargath was the target Garrosh wanted to challenge. His son was obviously not qualified enough now, but he believed that he definitely was!
"Kargath Bladefist!" Grom cleaved horizontally with his axe, and the head of the fel orc warrior blocking his path soared into the sky. Without this eyesore, he and Kargath could immediately see each other's faces.
Grom let out a challenging roar, and his voice immediately attracted the attention of the arena champion.
"It's you! Warsong Chieftain Grom!" Kargath pulled out the curved blade that had just pierced into the abdomen of another Draenei Broken, and the serrated blade brought out gushing blue blood and several sections of severed internal organs.
Kargath strode towards his opponent, his blood-red eyes filled with bloodthirsty light: "You didn't die in Azeroth!"
"You seem disappointed." Grom raised Gorehowl and met him head-on.
Around them, everyone else stepped aside. No one dared to interfere in the duel between the two most powerful orc warriors. Garrosh kicked away his enemy, and he also saw this scene.
His father was dealing with the enemy he imagined, and this scene made him a little silent.
Varok came over and patted him, waking him up, and said: "Continue fighting, Garrosh."
"Your father is a great warrior."
These words rang in Garrosh's ears like thunder.
In the eyes of others, his father was a great warrior; but he himself was ashamed of it.
He shook his head, threw all this aside, and roared as he pounced on the enemy.
The Alliance Air Force gained a great advantage, and the air force began to have spare capacity to support ground combat. Especially the helicopter units, they dropped bombs on densely populated areas of the enemy, causing great damage to the demon army.
The front line began to push from the Zangarmarsh to Hellfire Peninsula. The unsustainable demon army kept retreating. An hour later, they even had to rely on the southern walls of Hellfire Citadel to barely defend.
But the battle situation did not stalemate because of this. After the Gronn fought for more than half an hour, there were not many fel reaver left in the Burning Legion. At this time, the ogre army finally arrived on the battlefield one after another. Then came the Mag'har orc troops from the Tempest Keep sub-ship and the Shattrath City elite troops. To make matters worse, some cavalry who passed through the Dark Portal also came here.
The Warsong Clan's wolf riders, human cavalry, dwarf cavalry… The Alliance reinforcements continued to join the battlefield. Now, in fact, the Burning Legion commanded by Vargas had no power to stop the return of Outland's troops.
Aiden saw many familiar figures in the reinforcements.
Thrall led the wolf riders to break through the demons' blockade and came to Aiden. He grinned and smiled: "Long time no see, my friend!"
Aiden wiped off the blood of some unknown enemy stuck on his face, patted the other person's shoulder, and said with a happy smile: "Yes, it's been a long time, Thrall!"
Sejuani's boar riders also rushed over, and the female knight saluted Aiden on the back of Bristle: "Commander, the warriors of the Winter's Claw are waiting for your orders!"
"You came just in time!"
Aiden only felt that the big stone pressing on his heart since Archimonde entered Outland these days had finally been removed.
They will return to Azeroth, and then everything will return to normal.
The battle between Grom and Kargath continued.
Grom's left arm was hooked by the opponent's iron hook, and a large piece of muscle was torn open. Blood had soaked the entire arm. His waist was cut by Kargath's serrated blade, and he felt that the intestines inside were almost flowing out. He held Gorehowl and gasped heavily.
His opponent was not having a good time either.
Kargath's iron hook had been knocked away. There was a crack almost a foot long from his chest to his abdomen, and the white bones inside were exposed at the wound. Profuse blood flowed from his upper body to his feet, and every footprint he left was stained with blood that wet the ground.
If he hadn't blocked with the iron hook, his whole person should have been split in two by Grom now.
"You lost!" Although Grom was seriously injured, he showed an ugly smile.
The reinforcements coming from all directions were quickly eliminating the Burning Legion's demons and fel orcs. The corpses of Doom Guards and Netherwing drakes kept falling from the sky, like rain.
As Grom said, Vargas's legion was already in collapse.
Kargath's blood-red eyes stared at the other person. His heart was full of unwillingness, but the situation was indeed deteriorating. At most an hour later, they would completely lose their ability to resist.
"I won't lose! I am the Warchief of the Orcs!" Kargath roared and pounced up.
After experiencing the failure of the Second War, Kargath finally defected to the demons who descended on Outland. The orcs of the Shattered Hand Clan had become fel orcs, and he also proclaimed himself the Warchief of the Orcs. But neither the orcs of Azeroth nor the Mag'har orcs of Nagrand would recognize his position.
"You will never be the Warchief of the Orcs!" Grom met him head-on.
Just as they rushed towards each other, the ribbon-shaped flowing arcane light bands in the sky suddenly twisted, forming vortexes one after another. They contained extremely terrifying power.
The strange phenomenon in the sky suddenly made the battlefield quiet. Everyone was suspicious and uncertain.
The Alliance soldiers who had experienced the Battle of Sunwell knew what this meant—a great demon was summoning a doomguard to descend!