Less than an hour later, Ner'zhul mounted his War Wolf and left Hellfire Citadel.
Hakkarim Deadeye followed close behind him with the Horde's finest warriors, along with some surviving warlocks of the Shadow Council and some shamans.
Gul'dan rode his Skeletal Horse, following unhurriedly at the very rear of the column...
His eyes remained fixed on the back of Ner'zhul's head.
The Horde's Warchief did not look back.
Honor Hold was the name of the outpost where they were now stationed.
Rather than a fortress, it was more of a very basic camp.
Ever since crossing the Dark Portal, arriving in Draenor, and winning their first battle in this world of orcs, the Alliance had controlled the Dark Portal, at least on this side.
Not long after the Expeditionary Force made camp at the Dark Portal, supplies had arrived safely enough.
Provisions, dried meat... and several cartloads of ale from Ironforge, which proved very popular with the dwarves.
"That damned Magni could stand to be a little more generous and send us more!" Kurdran Wildhammer complained between hearty swigs. "The Bronzebeard Dwarves are as stingy as ever!"
The Expeditionary Force cleared out several Horde strongholds along the way. With complete air superiority, that objective was easy to achieve.
Almost all the remaining orcs had retreated into a strange fortress not far ahead of them.
The enormous castle looked extremely sturdy... Danath had led the cavalry in repeated attacks under air cover, but had returned empty-handed every time...
Judging by the orcs' responses, however, they probably had few soldiers left, and their losses were quite heavy.
"I rather like looking at this world's sky. It isn't red!" Sitting on a rock, Khadgar could not help complaining.
Indeed, both the earth and the rocks of this world were blood-red... It