Before he saw the Dark Portal standing at the far end of a barren, rust-red landscape, Colonel Kelman had never imagined that a planetary portal could be so magnificent.
Especially when the World Bridge formed from dark green points of light opened, he could not help looking back at Hellfire Peninsula, which had been completely fortified. Two thousand years later, Honor Hold was no longer a solitary castle. It had grown into a large, comprehensive war fortress.
Farther away, Hellfire Citadel had been converted into an enormous training ground for recruits. Certain fortunate soldiers from 137 Star Sectors would receive six months of military training here. From here, they could reach every part of Draenor World, and in Shadowmoon Valley stood a Military Portal Fortress leading to the 137 Star Sectors.
This was a planet born for war.
Back at the military academy, the colonel had read the war history of this unfamiliar planet more than once. In his youth, he had also discussed the Supreme Homeworld and the Draenor defensive line with his classmates. But only after seeing this world for himself did he realize how pale those imaginings had been.
The energy fluctuations from the opening Dark Portal lifted the colonel's hat. He reached up and pressed down his brown cowboy hat, then picked up his black briefcase from the ground. Beside him, the young Major Baslon was speaking animatedly with Viceroy Huron, who had accompanied them.
The major's involvement in this affair had been pure luck, but the benefits this experience brought him were almost unimaginable. Though they were still not enough to secure him a place among the Bloodline Nobles, once this "ritual" was over, the major would succeed Kelman as the sergeant officer of the rebuilt Reach. At his age, that was an almost inconceivably