Stormwind God

The words of followers have nothing to do with nationality, religion, or even ethnicity or race. The object of their allegiance was only Duke, a mage.

The family minister is not, after all, the family minister is only a direct subordinate of a nobleman. Even if the aristocrats of this era had subordinates who were not their own subordinates, that is, the king did not control the nobility's family members. But there is the righteousness of the king, and his family members have turned against the aristocracy. They can also claim to be loyal to the king.

From a relationship perspective, the followers are closer and more in the interest of the two young mages.

Despite knowing that their qualifications were limited, Duke accepted them as followers. Defining the name of this master and slave is also a complete stop for the fate that came out of the North County Abbey together.

"Well, now I will give you a task ..."

After arranging for Stormwind, Duke did not dispatch that night, and he slept beautifully.

When Lothar asked him why he was so sure that the orcs would not come tonight, Duke replied, "Because now the chief of the tribe is a black hand."

In this regard, Lothar was puzzled.

Duke shook his forefinger, full of looks.

This is the benefit of the rider. Only the traversal will know exactly how different the black-handed and next-chief chief Orgrim * Doomhammer's military style is.

Blackhand is indeed a very good orc leader. His excellence is reflected in his sturdiness and personal bravery.

The black hand who drank the blood of the devil has the weaknesses common to most greenskin orcs and is irritable and unreasonable. There is no second thought except for the front.

Orgrim, however, did not drink the blood of the devil, which made his head quite sober. This gave Orgrim a natural advantage in using soldiers, and he was more intelligent and rational. The same is true of Orgrim in history. As the most brainy of the orcs, Orgrim once played the entire league unnecessarily. If it is not someone who meets the pit teammate, it may be the first The Horde will not be defeated during this Dark Gate event.

Duke's conclusion that the Horde was unable to send troops tonight was based on his knowledge of the black hand.

At this moment, in the tribal camp.

The black hand, which was a little carbonized due to the chaotic power of nature, and the extremely hard giant hand, smashed a fist into Orgrim's face.

Rao was that Orgrim had already tightened his muscles and was ready to withstand heavy blows. Orgrim's resolute face was still severely deformed for a short time.

Orgrim's huge body weighing hundreds of pounds was punched out of the camp by a black hand.

"You coward! The tribe doesn't need a coward like you!" The black hand growled.

"The other side has a very powerful caster! Where is Gul'dan when we need the caster's support most! Where is the Warlock of the Shadow Council?" Orgrim whipped recklessly.

The orcs, though brave and irrational, still have rules.

Mysterious return to mystery, warrior to warrior.

The opponent's caster has been dealt with by the shamans of the clan since ancient times. After the shaman's profession withered, he was replaced by a warlock.

The chief warned for a moment, then immediately said, "Gul'dan has more important things to do, such as repairing the door of darkness!"

This is a strong argument and a good reason.

If the Dark Portal is repaired, the Horde will regain endless reinforcements. Although the tribal warriors who stayed in that devastating world were not the most elite, they couldn't hold up much.

Orgrim shook his head and stood up stubbornly: "Black hand! Tomorrow! Give me 20,000 of the elite of the Blackrock clan! If you still can't fight, you will see my skull."

"Okay!" Black Hand was ready to go.

Der Spiegel Lake is located just south of Stormwind. It's easy to see this huge lake on the left side of the road if you go to Stormwind from Shanjin Town, southeast of Stormwind.

Now, the Mirror Lake has also become one of the lifelines of the orc army.

In the hot summer, the earth was roasted by the heat and heat, giving both offensive and defensive sides the same uncomfortable feeling. When there are no combat missions, most of the orcs are happy to shade in the shade. In order to prevent those **** mermaids and Naga from running along the river to Lake Mirror, the orcs had to use thousands of hard work to build a temporary embankment. In order to make it the most ideal place for the orc army to draw water.

Mingjing Lake is located at the foot of a low peak. In order to prevent human poisoning, it is only necessary to arrange sufficient patrol troops near the spring eye on the mountain.

And looking at the mountains, you can clearly see everything on the outer wall of the human city Stormwind City at the mouth of the valley.

However, in the early morning of this day, an extraordinary atmospheric circulation around the whole mountain was added to this small mountain peak.

An endless swirling circulation formed a storm, forming a nearly 100-meter-high wall of air above the highest peak of the hill. The patrolling orcs attempted to enter through this invisible wall of atmosphere to see what happened. However, all orcs attempting to do so were instantly torn by the raging wind.

The next moment, the morning light should be reconciled, and the blaze of flames, with the brilliance of the first sun, began to spread from the top of the mountain down to the vast earth.

At first, every orc thought it was an illusion. But very quickly, when the blazing flames banged on top of the rough and messy barracks of the tribe, the fire spread easily.

"On fire! On fire!"

As soon as the sleepy-eyed orc awakened from his sleep, he found that almost the entire camp was caught in a sea of ​​fire.

The orcs are not without human fire.

Many orc officers directed the stupid orcs to extinguish fire with sand. And let the orcs rush to the mirror lake to raise water. However, the flames in the sky were getting denser, and the increasing number of fire heads made the orcs' extinguishing efforts useless.

They mostly held their weapons blankly and ran to the open space without knowing what to do.

"Look at the mountains!" Finally an orc found something wrong on the mountains.

The figure of a mighty shore stands at the highest point of the mountain. Behind him, the cloak hunting and screaming in the wind is like a flying flag, attracting the attention of all orcs.

The figure bathed in the morning light is extremely dazzling, as if he is a radiant sun, as if he is the son of light that dispels all the darkness on the earth. Against the light of the morning light, hanging from the silver matrix in the void on his side, every fine line and every mysterious character was stained with a layer of brilliant gold.

Countless fireballs blasted out from these arrays, drawing a red arc in the sky symbolizing death and destruction, and they fell to the ground with great shock.

The endless flames turned the entire land into a sea of ​​fire in just a few dozen breaths!

Orgrim rushed out of the camp, watching the mysterious and horrible figure, squeezing a few words out of his teeth:

"Duke Marcus!" (To be continued.)