In front of the dark gate of the Cursed Land, Nozdom and Sylvanas continued to formulate various offensive plans, and when they encountered differences, they argued one after another. Until they reached a consensus, they were nervously invested in the correction of the next plan. As a warrior model, Broxschiga was not good at this aspect, and he stood quietly and waited for the final order.

Nozdom, who was caught in a new round of arguments due to a certain disagreement, suddenly stood there. After a moment, he looked overjoyed and said anxiously to Sylvanas, who had vaguely guessed the reason: "Hurry, let the spell caster take action immediately and seize the time to transport the magic power to the gate of darkness!"

Sylvanas, who received the news, did not dare to neglect. She quickly waved to the adjutant not far away, and then the adjutant trotted all the way and could not see it in a blink of an eye.

After a moment, the originally silent gate of darkness emitted new magic fluctuations, and countless carved mysterious runes began to light up one by one. As the magic power continued to influx, the runes slowly connected together with mysterious trajectories. After all the runes were connected, a black curtain with green border appeared in the originally empty door frame.

Looking at the dark brown glow that appeared in the middle of the black curtain, Sylvanas, who had thought she was ready, became inexplicably excited. Her cold and bone-blooded soul turned strangely hot, and the eyes that kept emitting faint light flashed with a hint of joy, an anxiety and a hint of uneasiness, but in the end, they were all pressed to the deepest part of the soul by their will.

He nodded heavily to Nozdom beside him, and Sylvanas walked to the steps in front of the dark gate. The soldiers of the Salvation Army below couldn't help but hold their breath. They subconsciously raised their chests and quietly looked at Sylvanas above.

Silent silence came, and the dry trade wind blew across the cheeks of everyone, blew the flags of each force on the flagpole and whispered. I don't know who started first. The night elves held their hands together and placed them in front of their chests and prayed quietly; the taurens closed their eyes and prayed under the leadership of the shaman; the orcs held the weapons in their hands tightly, and the humans placed their shields neatly in front of them; the trolls swayed their bodies uneasily, and the three-hammer dwarves comforted their restless animal companions and wiped the muskets from their hands from time to time; as for the blood elves and the undead, they looked at Sylvanas above with respect, waiting for the Dark Queen to give orders to attack.

Looking at the soldiers below, Sylvanas had already prepared words but could not speak. At this moment, all the high-sounding promises seemed overshadowed, far less than the determination the soldiers showed faintly.

Withdrew his gaze, Sylvanas took a deep breath, and the thousands of words in his belly finally turned into a roar: "Let's go!"

With a command, the soldiers of the Savior Army who had already prepared for the moment held tightly, held the weapons in their hands, stepped into the dark gate with a neat step, and looked determined.

As a slight dizziness appeared, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Without time to take a closer look, the soldiers who entered the first quickly jogged around the dark gate. While observing the surroundings vigilantly, they shouted behind him from time to time: "Hurry, hurry up!"

Before departure, Sylvanas led a group of staff to formulate a variety of combat plans, whether it was weather, geographical location or other unexpected factors. They took all the factors into consideration as much as possible to do their best to ensure that they could pass the Dark Gate smoothly.

As soldiers of the vanguard troops, they are required to memorize various tactical requirements and rote in various unexpected response methods. Each person and every combat unit must be able to clearly know their tasks. No matter what difficulties they encounter, they must complete the combat tasks at all costs.

Fortunately, after walking out of the dark gate, all the expected obstacles did not happen. Before we could breathe a sigh of relief, the forward soldiers nervously devoted themselves to the construction of simple fortifications. Their purpose was very simple. All the troops were stuck out of the dark gate, and the next thing was left to fate to make a decision!

If Neli had barely believed the promise that Mzdono was patting her chest before, then after seeing the enemy walking out of the Dark Gate, she was so dizzy that she almost couldn't stand.

After recovering a little, Nari strode to Mzdono in anger, grabbed the other party's collar, pointed at the enemy who was constantly walking out of the dark gate in the distance, and roared in anger: "Is this the enemy you are talking about? Use your blind dog eyes to see their number clearly, and tell me, what should we stick with it?"

Mzdono, who was in a disadvantage, was sweating coldly. He also felt heavy pressure, especially when there were only a hundred people on one side, and what about the opposite side? It was estimated that at least a few thousand people were more than 10,000 people in the end!

A prophet guard must deal with at least one hundred enemies. When the strength of the warriors on both sides is not much different, not to mention defeating the enemy, just defending, it is a luxury to survive successfully!

"Architect, we have wasted too much time and we must act immediately now!"

Nubodon, whose face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water, came over at some point. He glanced at Muzdono with cold eyes, and then reported to Nalihui beside him: "I have ordered the prophet guards to build fortifications as soon as possible, but this treatment is not the root cause, and we can't hold on fortifications fortifications!"

"For the safety of Lord Prophet, we must leave here as soon as possible! So, Your Excellency Consultant, please tell me the way to leave here immediately!"

Looking at Nubodon, who had no slightest concealment of murderous intent in his eyes, Mzdono looked really distressed. In this short period of time, he first detrimented Archbishop Maradal, and now he offended Viren's confidant, Nubodon, the leader of the prophet guard, and if there were other choices, Mzdono would never do such stupid things again.

But unfortunately, it’s too late to say anything now. Mzdono shook his head helplessly and said, “I’m sorry, because my recklessness has brought you into this predicament, but now I’m really powerless!”

"I see!"

Nubodon's face suddenly returned to calm. He looked at Mzdono with deep understanding: "I know, it's not your fault. It was originally something that should be in your control, but an accident happened in the end!"

"But there are always people who are responsible for this matter! I'm sorry, dear Mr. Consultant, I'm glad to know you!"

The more I heard it, the more I felt something was wrong. Weimzdono's heart sounded loudly, especially when he heard the last sentence, he didn't have time to think more. The instinct for danger came from the control of danger and turned sideways, and a thin line of cold light flew past in front of his eyes. Then, a few hairs slowly fell from his head.

Seeing this scene, Nari was shocked and she shouted: "Nubodon, are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know what I am doing!" Nubodun replied coldly without looking back, and after saying that, he held his weapon tightly and prepared to attack again.

"Wait!" Mzdono, who had never expected that he would be attacked, shouted repeatedly: "I am loyal to the Prophet and have good intentions to the Draenei. Why do you kill me?"

"That's right!" Nari, who came to her senses, quickly stopped Nubodun: "At this moment, we should unite and be united in the outside world. We must not mess up our own positions because of a slight misunderstanding, or even kill each other!"

"No misunderstanding!" Nubodun shook his head and said, "In such a dangerous moment, I will never tolerate a guy with ulterior motives here, and I will not allow him to get close to Lord Prophet!"

Looking at Nubodon, Neli tried his best to dissuade him for the last time: "Nubodon, I know that all you have done is to protect the safety of Lord Prophet, but Muzdono is the counselor appointed by Lord Prophet himself, and you have no right to judge his right or wrong!"

"His right and wrong, the Holy Light comes to judge, and my mission is to send him to the Holy Light! Your Excellency Archbishop, please get out of the way!"

This small conflict attracted the attention of others. At the same time, Sylvanas walked out of the dark gate, as if it was a dark intuition. She subconsciously looked up and walked over the layers of soldiers, and saw Maradal and Viren who were looking at them in the distance.

Although she did not know Maradal, Archbishop Sylvanas, how could she admit her mistake as a goal as Viren?

After feeling Sensen's malice, Villen also noticed Sylvanas and chuckled his finger unconsciously. Then he ignored it and turned around and left.

Villen's provocative move caused Sylvanas to be furious. She suppressed her anger and said repeatedly: "Okay, OK, good! Prophet Villen, I see when you can laugh!"

"Everyone, start the action according to the combat plan!"

The adjutant beside him was shocked when he heard this. He hurriedly stepped forward and dissuaded: "Her Majesty, the fortifications of the Dark Gate have not been fully built yet. If the attack is launched rashly and the enemy is ready to destroy the place, we..."

"unnecessary!"

Silvanas retracted his gaze and glanced at the busy soldiers: "Fortifications are built just to ensure that we can enter the world smoothly. As for now, it has become out of place!

"Order everyone to launch an attack immediately! If we fail, no one can save us!"

The small mortar carried by the dwarf first responded to Sylvanas's orders. The palm-sized shells roared and hit the simple fortifications, slamming the unexpected Draenei people, and then the night elf archer's rain of arrows followed closely, accompanied by the orcs and humans who kept roaring and charging, falling towards the camp like raindrops.

"The Holy Light tells us that we need mercy, and even more mercy!"

A low magnetic sound rose from the battlefield, and a sacred power shining with golden light appeared above the heads of the Draenei people, turning into a huge light shield to protect them all.

Maradal's face was extremely serious. He stared at the enemy rushing up and kept adjusting his magic, shouting to the left and right: "Quick, all paladins switch to defense mode, the priest prepares for healing, the archanger starts magic communication, and prepares to release large-scale war-level magic!"

The soldiers did not dare to neglect them. They carried their injured companions to the front of the priest for treatment. Their actions were started as ordered. The paladins took off the shield behind them. The priests collectively blessed the Mantra, and the arcanes opened the magic channel, connecting the magic sources of all sizes at a certain frequency through resonance.

Patterns such as books, fists, crowns kept flashing above their heads, and then the blue arcane wisdom also rose at the same time, and the last thing that was blessed was the pure white mantra. After all the blessing magic was released, the paladins took a deep breath, and then stood in front in several rows.

As a new round of shells and arrow rain fell, the golden light curtain flickered back and forth during the attack. Although the light curtain was still firm, it inevitably became a little dimmed.

At the same time, Maradal's face turned pale, and the smell of rust rose from her abdomen and rushed straight into her throat. Then she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The guards on the side quickly repeated the Holy Light Technique. Under the continuous treatment, Maradal's face turned slightly rosy.

"Architect, your body..."

"I can hold on!"

Holding the biting pain like countless ants gnawing, Maradal barely squeezed out a smile: "Don't worry about me, the most important thing now is to persevere until the reinforcements arrive!"

The guard could no longer bear it when he heard this. He asked in a low voice, "Article, do you really believe what that guy said?"

"No, my child," Maradal shook his head as if he was nervous in front of him: "Now we have no choice but to believe his promise!"

"But..."

"Nothing is true!" Maradal said firmly: "This is our only choice!"

"Break this turtle shell!"

With a roar, the orc who arrived first raised the axe in his hand and slashed hard on the light curtain. Unfortunately, the orc was not discouraged at all. He just didn't wait for him to raise his weapon again, a golden magic hammer landed on his head, smashing it into blood and blood.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Orcs, humans, trolls, undeads, etc., all melee professions appeared in front of the light curtain. They completely ignored the attacks of the Draenei people and desperately left various attacks on the light curtain.

Maradal's face became paler and paler. Even if the guards kept releasing the Holy Light Technique, it would be useless. In the end, with another severe pain, his original reason was shaking and he fell into a dark state before his eyes and he was completely unconscious.

"archbishop!"
Chapter completed!