Stormwind God

If it was before, Duke would think he was crazy.

Now, he feels a bit like a gambler, who can pull away early, but hopes to win everything back through a big Jedi comeback.

Pressed more martial arts, just to win victory and more recognition after defeating Medivh, and by the way, to get his own martial arts back.

Thinking deeper, it is not the case at all.

The seemingly insane behavior actually stems from a heavier sense of responsibility.

Khadgar hung up. The burden of fate originally on Khadgar rested on Duke's shoulders.

The fate of the kingdom, the fate of humanity, and even the fate of the entire planet Azeroth are shaped by Duke's choice.

To be sure, Duke can not let himself be beaten, let Lothar's elite soldiers go to the blood to death to the death. Although they have put aside life and death for a long time, who can guarantee victory at the expense of them? Who can guarantee that after the chess level, there is no need to sacrifice the next level?

Can Duke himself be worthy of their hot and trusting eyes?

Duke didn't know he was standing at an intersection with countless forks.

Countless people stop at this intersection that requires great courage. Because of human instinct, people often choose to protect themselves. Maybe it was because of cowardice that they chose to evade; maybe it was because they were indifferent that they chose to sacrifice others without principle;

But before he knew it, Duke chose to follow his heart-he wanted to change this history and change the course of fate.

So, he took a step that he couldn't even imagine before ...

Lothar has always been amazing. As a half-orc, Garona was also very sensitive. The two of them noticed Duke's change almost immediately.

Before that, a tragedy atmosphere had spread in the team, and everyone was ready to sacrifice. But with the change of Duke's soul, everyone suddenly found that there were many ‘companions’ around him.

Thousands of funny mermaids, holding extremely primitive weapons, yelled at the opposite orcs.

More than two hundred giant wolves were over two meters tall.

There are nearly a hundred naga, among which there is a female naga priest.

"This is ..." Suddenly surrounded by such a large group of monsters, Lothar's elite soldiers were dumbfounded.

"Our reinforcements!" Ducron laughed.

"Oh oh oh--"

"Hahaha!"

"Long live His Excellency Marcus!"

"Victory! Victory-"

Morale suddenly rose.

Lothar was surprised, and then showed a touch of sorrow. He approached Duke and whispered, "You paid for your soul?"

"Just **** it or something, just drop it and pick it up." Originally, Duke wanted to say this, but the words changed to his lips: "Everyone is ready to sacrifice for humanity, I will hide in safety In the protection circle, is it appropriate? "

"you……"

Staring at the orcs on the opposite side, Duke's eyes seemed to go beyond this strange chess space, beyond Karazhan, and beyond the whole world: "If there is one day, I am crazy because of the loss of soul, please destroy me by yourself . "

For some reason, Duke's smile looked so light and light, yet so heavy as a mountain. Lothar suddenly found himself choking, and patted Duke's shoulder with one hand.

"Okay! If there is one day, I will do it myself. But I am fortunate to return to Stormwind, and I will use the rest of my life to sculpt for you a huge statue that the people of the whole country can see in King Valley."

It's a man's promise, it's a hero's promise.

Duke suddenly found that he had fully received the approval of the epic hero Anduin Lothar.

There was a light smile on his face, and Duke turned his head: "We'll clean up these guys before we talk."

The fighting powers of the two sides are compared because Duke's soul recharge has changed. At the cost of 5% knot operation, Duke exchanged for an increase in combat power. From the beginning, it was overwhelmingly unfavorable, and became 45 to 55.

And this is just a pure numerical improvement.

Duke couldn't count on how well these guys killed him.

Hog, the gnoll and its younger brother, plus the grayscale naga priest and a group of male naga, and more than a thousand unreliable fishmen, such a sea and land combination is extremely unreliable.

Not only Duke saw it, Lothar saw it too.

"Duke, are these guys under your control?"

"Well. I'm going to get the fishman to go up from the right first, and then the wolfman to the left."

Lothar was a soldier, and he immediately realized that Duke's plan was to involve left and right, and then broke through in the middle to give the opponent a fatal blow.

"good idea."

"Yes, this **** death game ends with the death of the other general."

On the black and white floor tiles, the fishermen took their seemingly ridiculous steps and rushed under the whipping of the naga.

The entire battlefield is full of mermaids, and even they themselves may not understand the meaning of shouting. They were black and swept across the orcs like a giant wave. On the face of them, there was a big breath that drowned the orc army.

However, it just looks like it.

The orcs standing at the forefront formed a green wall.

The mermaid rushing to the front handed their rough spears to the orc army. If there were no accidents, they would pierce the current orc's chest after three seconds.

Unfortunately, the last thing in the world is accidents. They ran into a wall of death made of heavy weapons-they really ran into an invisible wall. A sledgehammer or axe slashed from the head, easily smashing their humble weapons with their ridiculous fish-shaped head.

This terrible and destructive force stagnates the impact of the entire Murloc unit. The fisherman who saw this scene in front tried to retreat, and the fisherman of unknown reason behind continued to rush forward, squeezing the space of his companion.

"Hahaha! Smasher! Come on, die!" The violent Warchief Guards opened their mouths with bloodshot, fangs, and screamed as they snarled, attacking melon and vegetables. With.

Often, each slash can smash plural mermaids into meat sauce, or chop them into several pieces. The Murloc was obviously dozed off by the opponent's wild offensive beyond imagination. Chaos was spreading rapidly. Hundreds of Murlocs smashed into a ball at the center of the battlefield.

If it wasn't after Naga's yelling and scolding, the Murloc might have collapsed.