Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

With a thunderous explosion, the entrance of the Darkwhisper Gorge collapsed in on itself.

The falling rocks not only blocked the path of the Horde already inside the canyon but also separated the main force that had entered from the few orcs who had remained outside.

Immediately afterward, the sounds of battle and shouting erupted outside the canyon.

The roaring war cries were clearly not in the orcish tongue, they came from their old foes: humans, high elves, and the Wildhammer dwarves.

Of course, mixed in with those cries were the shouts and screams of the orcs.

By the time Orgrim arrived at the canyon entrance, the noise of combat had already begun to die down.

Still, the Warchief did not believe that this meant the Alliance had suffered heavy losses,because the orcish voices scattered among the chaos were far too sparse.

And when even those cries vanished, and the Alliance's shouts gradually faded into silence, Orgrim knew the battle outside the canyon was over.

Or rather, the orcs who had been cut off outside, now leaderless, had been utterly wiped out by the Alliance.

His fists clenched tightly at the thought.

"Gul'dan, didn't you say there were no signs of magical traps laid here?"

At length, Orgrim's low voice rang in the orc warlock's ear, sending a chill down even this strongest of orc sorcerers.

He knew that the absence of rage in Orgrim's voice meant only one thing, he was on the edge of fury.

Gul'dan sighed and eventually defended himself, "Please believe me, Warchief. Even now, I detect no traces of magic…"

"Then can you explain how this happened?" Orgrim gestured to the pile of rocks now blocking the canyon entrance. Many orcs were already attempting to remove the rubble, but their efforts were in vain.

"Perhaps… perhaps it was some other trick of the pale-skins," Gul'dan offered, his voice hesitant and hollow. "Maybe they used something like those goblin contraptions?"

"Hmph, how pathetic," Orgrim shot the warlock a disappointed glare. "Aren't you supposed to be the greatest warlock of the orcs? What a joke."

There was nothing Gul'dan could do in response but swallow the humiliation, seething in silence.

Ironically, Gul'dan's offhand guess had been correct.

Precisely because Orgrim had powerful warlocks at his side, Alaric had avoided using spells like "Earthquake" or "Landslide" to seal the Darkwhisper Gorge.

Instead, he had used a large quantity of gunpowder to blast the mountain rocks at the entrance.

Of course, humans with their medieval-level technology and the magic-focused high elves didn't have gunpowder.

Among the Alliance and its allies, only the Bronzebeard dwarves and their close partners, the gnomes of Gnomeregan, had mastered the technology.

But Alaric, a genius from Earth, had the knowledge to manufacture all kinds of explosives.

And in the absence of advanced chemical resources, he had concocted the simplest form, black powder, to get the job done.

After all, sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal were hardly rare commodities for the Alliance.

There was no chance that ordinary orcs could clear away hundreds of tons of rock.

Finally, Gul'dan made his move.

The orc warlock closed his eyes, arms outstretched in a grand gesture, chanting arcane incantations under his breath.

The sky began to change, twisted subtly by a powerful force.

A portion of the once-clear blue sky darkened into a menacing black, the white clouds turning pitch-dark and laced with sickly green fel energy, a deeply unsettling sight.

From the clouds now steeped in fel energy, a colossal meteor, wreathed in the same eerie power, hurtled down from the heavens and smashed into the rock pile at the canyon mouth with a deafening crash.

The massive impact dislodged a portion of the rock barrier.

Then, slowly, a giant rock demon wreathed in emerald fel fire rose from the crater.

It was a powerful demon, an Infernal.

Among demonkind, Infernals were often used as living siege weapons, capable of immense destruction.

But the terrifying blend of flame and stone also made them formidable in close combat.

The fel fire engulfing its body could inflict agonizing torment on any lesser beings that dared approach.

To a warlock, the Infernal was among the strongest of summons.

As soon as it landed, the Infernal started performing a task completely beneath its terrifying power, excavation.

One by one, it hurled boulders from the pile, working far more efficiently than the orcs struggling below.

However, just as Orgrim thought they were on the brink of breaking through, the Infernal suddenly let out a deafening howl, and its massive body began flickering between the corporeal and the ethereal.

Beside Orgrim, Gul'dan's face shifted through a series of expressions before settling into a dark grimace.

Then, a massive rift opened behind the Infernal, revealing a dark and twisted void.

The demon, despite its bulk and power, was yanked backward like a chicken caught by the neck.

Some invisible force dragged it into the rift, returning it, or rather banishing it, back to the endless Twisting Nether. 

A moment later, the portal snapped shut, as if it had never existed.

The only signs it had ever been there were the missing Infernal and the massive crater it had left behind.

"What… what just happened?" Orgrim turned to Gul'dan, baffled.

"My Infernal… it was a mage's Banish spell…" Gul'dan's face was grim. "Damn it. That was the work of the Alliance's mages."

To those unfamiliar with banishment spells, a warlock's ability to summon demons seemed an utterly terrifying power.

Just imagine, a weaker opponent, driven to desperation, suddenly conjuring a being far more powerful than themselves to turn the tide and secure a brutal counterattack.

Sure, they might have to pay a price later depending on the demonic pact, but better that than dying outright.

This was what made warlocks from the World of Warcraft universe so dangerous.

But for mages well-versed in banishment spells, such threats were laughably easy to neutralize.

Demons, born from the Twisting Nether, didn't belong in the material realm.

Their presence here was unnatural, and that mismatch gave mages from the material plane an edge, they could use various spells to disrupt, weaken, or outright send them back to where they came from.

The same principle applied to summoned creatures like water elementals.

Just as Gul'dan finished speaking, the one responsible for the Infernal's disappearance appeared at the top of the canyon.

It was a face Orgrim would never forget.

He ground his teeth and spat out the name.

"Sandor Maverick!"

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