Stormwind God

"Human! Tell me, why do you keep it !?" Orgrim was keenly aware of this, and he felt insulted.

It was another magical blow, which sent Orgrim * Doomhammer to the front gate square of the Storm Fortress. Duke stood sneer at the gate and sneered: "I do n’t think you are not in the strongest state and ca n’t let go of your hands and feet. interest!"

At this time, many of Orgrim's subordinates got rid of the human soldiers who were madly coming to King Qin and killed Duke.

"Don't go!" Orgrim suddenly realized that he was dissuading his subordinates.

too late!

Orgrim is a minority of alternatives. He did not drink the blood of the devil, so he is the traditional brown-red skin in the orcs. His subordinates were not. The blood of the demon made them stronger, more violent and irrational.

They didn't listen to Orgrim's roar, but killed their brains with enthusiasm.

In the distance, King Lane, who ran wild, took Berval, and on the other side of the street saw this scene that he would never forget.

One round after another round of magical arrays unfolded in the void on both sides of Duke, the magical arrays rotated clockwise in an orderly manner, and the purple-blue lines full of arcane energy expanded along the magical array and quickly formed one after another. Mysterious pattern.

At the same time, more [Mage's Hands] appeared starry on the periphery of the magic circle.

In the eyes of an outsider, Duke "hula" opened a pair of huge magic wings up to 50 meters.

The wings fluttered a little. The inland river running through Stormwind City in front of the Storm Fortress was filled with Duke's magic. The calm water immediately rolled up. The high waves formed a water dragon that many people would never see in their lives. volume.

The screams and squeaks of "簌簌" sounded. The water arrow like a rainstorm dumping disc turned into an ice javelin with a lethal power comparable to that of a steel weapon as soon as it escaped from the tornado, and poured towards the orcs who stormed over.

Orgrim was stunned. It was the first time he had met such a large-scale magic. Such a horrible magic, even Orgrim, had to swing the sledgehammer with all his strength, and Ding Ding Ding to smash the ice-collar spear shot and fly.

He can carry it, but what about his men?

"what"

Countless screams came together.

Just in the blink of an eye, at least two hundred heroic orcs were nailed to the square in front of the fortress. Just as they started killing human warriors, now they are in turn the party to be killed.

The strength of this human mage is completely beyond his imagination.

Orgrim wondered **** the young mage. However, what's the use of killing this mage?

In the distance, the thunder of horses thundered violently, making the stone bricks on the ground tremble slightly.

Orgrim turned his head and saw a spear gun held high to the sky, the shining gunpoint with unspeakable fierce power. Orgrim recognized that it was one of the few orcs on the battlefield who was unwilling to confront the enemy human cavalry.

Under the influence of huge impulse, the powerful power of the spear, even the mighty orcs were unwilling to face it casually.

The lead man was wearing a dazzling gold helmet and gold armor. This dazzling costume made him a banner. Every knight who followed and followed him had the same anxiety and anger!

Orgrim recognized that this was the chief human chief, and he knew that the battle would not go on.

Orgrim wasn't too frustrated. He made his jaw bite like he was chewing: the failure of this raid was not important. The dead spot of the human city has been found. He can take his men over the mountain once, and ten or twenty times. The weak defense here is not worth mentioning compared to the hard bones on the front.

Orgrim stared at Duke, who was still standing at the door of the Storm Fortress.

"Human! Tell me your name!" Orgrim yelled at Doomhammer.

"Duke ... Duke Marcus!" Duke smiled slightly and answered in orc language.

"I will remember you!" Orgrim said fiercely.

"Of course you have to remember me, because I will be your nightmare!" Duke's smile was full of weird mysteries that puzzled Orgrim.

"Huh!" A strong enemy was approaching, Orgrim had no time to talk to Duke. For the orcs, the real victory is always reflected in the battlefield, rather than scolding without nutrition.

"Withdraw" Orgrim held up his warhammer and roared. The remaining orc warriors gave up their entanglement with humans and began to retreat in the direction they stormed into Stormwind.

What Duke wanted to pursue, in Duke's eyes, the only dead orcs were good orcs.

An accident interrupted Duke's plan. Not far behind him, the young prince Varian unexpectedly ran out.

"Attack that human child with a spear!" Orgrim lost no time in ordering a dead team.

Different from Duke's refined javelin, the orcs who have suffered for the javelin on the battlefield have also developed a relatively sharp throwing gun with a relatively sharp throwing weapon using a trunk.

It looks ugly, but becomes extremely dangerous with the orc's amazing arm strength.

Duke had to tug Varian, summoning an ice wall to withstand the guns that came from him.

"Huh." Duke sighed.

If Varian stays inside and doesn't come out, he can pretend he can't see it. But now that Varian was out, he couldn't run with King Lane's only baby son to hunt down the orcs.

Varian also knew he was bad, and looked at Duke with anxiety and panic.

Duke raised his forefinger in front of his lips: "Shhhhhhh, your father will ask, and I will answer. Otherwise, you will be spanked when you go back."

The little prince nodded again and again.

The golden lion head painted on the banner of the Storm Kingdom is getting closer and closer. Looking at Ryan, it seems that he saw the ancestors who led the kingdom's ancestors to this valley a thousand years ago.

Duke stood silently at the gate of Stormwind, watching Ryan rushing forward. Almost the horse was not stable, Ryan jumped down.

"Oh my God! Varian, are you okay! What about your mother?" Ryan, who was over forty, didn't cry when the land fell, and didn't cry when the enemy soldiers came under the city, but at this moment Tears rang, crying like a child, sincere and pure.

"Mother is fine!"

But the next moment, Ryan raised his arm and slapped it with a slap: "Hell, you almost killed Count Marcus!"

A mage's hand gently held Ryan.

"Sorry, all the guards inside are dead. I can't let the sole heir of the kingdom be in danger." Duke said shamelessly. (To be continued.)