Parallel Draenor, Tanaan Jungle, Dark Portal war zone.
By this point, the battle here could already be considered a total defeat for the Orthodox Horde.
They had failed to take the Dark Portal for far too long, while invasion forces from the World of Azeroth on the main timeline arrived wave after wave, continuously reinforcing their defenses and repelling every Orthodox Horde counterattack.
With the Mage group having completed the world's positioning, the war over the Dark Portal had lost all meaning for the Orthodox Horde.
Shameless invaders, fallen scoundrels, slaughter-loving thugs, loathsome slave masters.
The Orthodox Horde piled every insult they could think of onto the allied forces of the World of Azeroth.
The speed with which their roles had been reversed was difficult for them to accept.
According to the script, we were supposed to be the invaders, and you were supposed to be the resistance.
We were supposed to cross the Dark Portal and catch you off guard.
But now you had refused to follow the script, pulled a switcheroo, and used your own world to replace the parallel world we had originally planned to invade. That was not how this was supposed to work!
So the Orthodox Horde quickly abandoned any plans to continue their assault. They were not fools; the overall situation made it clear that they could no longer destroy that damned Dark Portal.
That massive gate was now treated like a treasure by those Azeroth invaders, who guarded it tightly at the center while desperately expanding the territory under their actual control.
From the hillside where the command post stood, they could clearly see troops, all kinds of war machines, and military supplies still streaming endlessly out of the Dark Portal.
"They do not intend to leave, do they?" Grom Hellscream, the Supreme