Beneath Ahn'Qiraj
Bolvar's response to Zul'ra's question was, as expected, firm. Because in any world, a commander must have a strong will to fight. If you give up at the first sign of a setback, you might as well go home and take care of your children.
Upon witnessing Bolvar's unwavering resolve, the Allied Forces quickly assembled a separate force of 1,321 men, including 527 Orcs, 432 human knights, and 362 Warrior, Shaman, Priest, and Druid from other races deemed to possess unwavering determination.
The force of over a thousand men took a brief rest. Zul'ra summoned Shaman and mages who could manipulate Fel to temporarily imbue all the soldiers' weapons with Fel fire, with the necessary energy provided by Zul'ra using the Fel'dan's Skull.
Five or six hundred Shaman and mages worked together, and within two hours, all the soldiers' weapons were inflicted with evil flame damage for three to five hours, and the troops had rested enough.
"Let me tell you all about it!" Zul'ra said to Bolvar, a long sword tucked into his waistband and Snake Spear in his hand. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and then at the silent Ahn'Qiraj Gray Palace in the dark night.
"Our battle may be a one-way trip. All of you, speak to your respective gods! This is for our world, for our descendants, for all that we must do. Victory or death." Bolvar, shield in his left arm, turned and raised his sword towards the soldiers behind him.
"Yeah!" The soldiers roared back at Bolvar in the darkness. At this point, they didn't care about the political correctness of the higher-ups. Everything was for themselves. They just charged in and killed all the damn gods.
"Go!" After giving a brief speech, Bolvar rushed towards the gray-yellow domed palace under the moonlight without looking back. Zul'ra and Shandris followed closely behind. Brann tried his best to keep up, but unfortunately his legs were too short, so he kept falling behind. In the end, a druid in the form of Druid bear carried him on its back.
A thousand or so Warrior stormed into the gray-yellow palace located in the heart of Ahn'Qiraj. This domed palace was filled with a strange eeriness, but the style of the gray-yellow palace was simple. The entrance led directly to the underground.
Descending the steps leads to a network of underground tunnels. The tunnels are made of loose, purplish-red soil. This is an underground insect nest, and the ground is littered with the corpses of dead insectoids, leaving only their shells; the flesh and blood inside have all disappeared.
Bolvar sent soldiers to search, and they soon found a path leading underground in the chaotic tunnels. The group marched straight in, where the light grew dimmer and dimmer, and the Priest held up the Light light to illuminate the way.
During the approximately half-hour underground march, everyone's morale gradually shifted from initial enthusiasm to a state of tension. Finally, the troops arrived at an extremely deep underground cavern. This cavern was quite unique because it emitted a purplish-black light in the darkness, as if it were a light that devoured all other light.
Upon seeing the purplish-black light, everyone naturally rushed into the underground cave. Zul'ra also mingled in the crowd and followed along in a daze. However, after entering the cave, he couldn't help but feel a sudden shock.
The underground cave, radiating a purplish-black light, was very spacious, like an underground hall. The floor and walls were all made of bluish-black rock. In the center of the bluish-black hall, there was a large crystal ball, about seven or eight meters high, surrounded by four pillars made of the jawbone of some kind of creature, and adorned with lace.
The crystal ball is purplish-black around its edges, and the purplish-black light filling the entire hole is emitted by it. In addition to the purplish-black color, there is a yellow-edged black-core pattern in the very center of the crystal ball, like a cat's eye. Only when you look at the whole thing can you feel that this is not a crystal ball, but an eye, unblinking, as if staring into everyone's eyes.
"Fight! Fight!" Bolvar's battle cry rang out first, and all the dazed Warrior awoke. The entire underground rock chamber began to shake, and the pupil of that eye, which had been unblinking, flickered slightly.
The blinking pupils seemed to ignite the air like a lighter, and a purplish-black light rippled out like an explosive flame. Seeing this, Zul'ra quickly raised the Myriad Spirits Banner and waved it. The power of the Loa on the banner was also released, and blue and white energy ripples spread out.
The blue-white energy ripples swept over all the soldiers, creating a protective shield around them. However, this light was not strong enough to cover the dozens of soldiers standing at the front, as well as the dozens of soldiers at the interface between the two energies. In the blink of an eye, all of the hundred or so soldiers evaporated and disappeared.
In an instant, nearly a tenth of the thousand-strong army perished. Bolvar roared, ordering his soldiers to retreat and form ranks. The Priest frantically unleashed the Light, while the Shaman erected their totems, and the beasts that the Druid had transformed into poised to pounce.
In the crowd, Shandris, who was at the front, drew her hardwood bow and shot a beam of white light at the giant eye. A loud bang also rang out from the crowd. Brann, on the back of the horned bear, had smoke coming from the muzzle of his musket, but the giant eye in the distance did not even have a wound.
"Attack, with weapons, weapons imbued with Fel." Zul'ra looked at the giant eyes that were completely unconcerned about ordinary attacks, released the Banner of Banner of Many Spirits with both hands, and gently lifted it up. The fluttering banner immediately flew into the sky, continuously releasing divine power from its surface, enveloping everyone.
"Lok'tar ogar!" The green-skinned Orcs, having been exposed to Fel, combined with their already explosive Fel and savage nature, roared and charged Charge, raising their axes and hammers engulfed in green flames. Human Warrior, their weapons imbued with Fel fire, followed suit, while Druid and Shaman unleashed whirlwinds, sending some Warrior flying.
As the Orcs and human Warrior charged forward, the giant eyeballs flickered again, and the purplish-black death light reappeared. However, this time, those who were touched by the death light were unharmed except for the loss of their divine aura. The Banner of Many Spirits fluttering in the sky also released a wave of light, providing protection for everyone.
The light emitted from the pupils of the eyes was incredibly destructive; the first Warrior affected vanished without a sound, leaving not a trace. However, after this deadly attack was neutralized and blocked by divine power, it lost its offensive power.
A few Warrior, lifted up by the whirlwinds of the Shaman and Druid, landed on top of the eyeball and smashed it down with weapons glowing green fire. Then all the Warrior managed to rush in, and with a barrage of weapons, the giant eye was instantly shattered.