The previous chapter had already been revised. Those reading the official release only needed to refresh the page. The Blasted Lands, the Dark Portal.
The towering Dark Portal stood there eternally like the gaping maw of a beast, devouring countless lives.
Humans and orcs crowded both sides of the Dark Portal, each occupying one side with a clear divide between them.
When Rex arrived, someone immediately stepped forward from the human side to greet him. He was a ninth-rank warrior, an undisputed powerhouse in a world where Heroic figures were scarce.
Even throughout the entire Kingdom of Gilneas, very few people had reached the ninth rank. There were barely a handful.
"Marshal." This man was not from the Kingdom of Gilneas, but the Kingdom of Tir Kul Tiras. People from Gilneas generally preferred to address Rex as His Highness the Regent, while those from other nations called him Marshal.
"Has anything happened lately?" Rex had reached the Dark Portal riding the Netherwing King, but he was in no hurry to pass through it.
After all, the Expeditionary Force's camp lay very close to the Dark Portal. Rex had never moved it into Nethergarde Keep because this was not a game world. It was reality.
In the game, Nethergarde Keep could serve as a base, but that was impossible in the real world. It was not particularly far from the Dark Portal, but it was not particularly close, either.
There was a stretch of land between them, and that distance posed a danger to the Alliance.
The connection between Azeroth and Outland depended entirely on the Dark Portal. If someone else occupied it and cut that link, the Alliance would be split in two, unable to connect its front and rear. Its forces could then be defeated separately or simply trapped