Stormwind God

"Of course you have to remember me, because I will be your nightmare!"

Duke echoed the words of Orgrim * Doomhammer as he spoke in orc words. Like ridicule, but also a nightmare that can never be rid of.

The Warchief Blackhand brought his guard to Orgrim, and Blackhand growled: "You know that human mage !?"

"Of course! It's this Duke Marcus who repulsed me and my people! At that time I had already killed the human chief's throne!"

The muscles of the black hand's face twitched, and of course he knew that the best way to deal with the caster was to find a stronger caster. But he couldn't help it. The order from the Shadow Council was still not cut off, and he couldn't find a warlock.

He rudely clasped Orgrim's shoulder armor and tore Orgrim's body. The black hand, with a roaring sound, flew saliva to Orgrim's face, and gave a death order: It's time for you to wash your shame! My lieutenant! In order to prevent you from escaping, dead eyes will stare at you! Go. "

Orgrim's facial muscles were convulsing like an electric shock. The word 'Shame' deeply stimulated Orgrim's nerves.

He did not argue that in the eyes of the orcs, failure is failure. Failure is irrefutable.

The chief warrior did not execute him for the first time because of this, it was already kind. Although deep in his heart was the anger gathered because of the death of his friend Durotan, he knew that this was not the time to challenge the chieftain's black hands.

"Come with me!" Orgrim lifted his hand, and the orc elite subordinate to him suddenly rushed to a hill not far from Mingjing Lake like a brutal killing torrent.

Next to the elite of the Blackrock clan led by Orgrim, there was an aggressive army that stood alongside Orgrim's men.

It was the elusive blood ring clan of Kilrogg.

The blood ring clan, once the most powerful clan in the tribe, still has an amazing number and powerful combat power.

Unfortunately, they encountered Duke without the Warlock.

If they were the evil darkness that drowned the earth, then Duke was the light of the dawn that washed away the shadows.

Duke in the morning light was shining with golden light, and behind him was a lion flag of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Duke stood on the top of the hill, staring down at the thousands of orcs ‘climbing’ like ants.

"Hahaha! Daniel, carry the flag for me. I want to let these guys know that the Storm Kingdom is not a mess. Hahaha!" Duke's giggle passed into the ear of Daniel who was responsible for carrying the flag.

Unconsciously, Daniel also became ambitious.

I often hear how Duke is bullying in his ears. I haven't seen it, and I don't have such a real feeling.

How many orcs are underneath?

For tens of thousands, this is enough power to destroy the entire kingdom.

But can Duke face it so proudly?

Looking at Duke bathed in the morning light, the whole person seemed to be glorious Duke. For a while, Danier was just obsessed with it. It was an almost fanatical hero worship.

Duke? A general on the battlefield?

Do not! Shaking tens of thousands of terrible orc army with one's own strength, this has already exceeded the scope of the general.

If you have to make Danier, who has a simpler mind, think of an adjective, it is ... God!

The patron saint of the whole kingdom!

At the foot of the mountain, the orc warriors were fortunate to first encounter a human mage with full firepower on the battlefield of Elwynn Forest without the suppression of their own warlock. Once the huge fireball is impacted, it immediately releases all the energy contained in it. The terrible impact force easily lifts the turf, blasts the roots of the trees, and the spattered flames spread directly on the orc warrior.

Fear of fire is the instinct of most creatures.

The burning sensation that transcends the limits of the body, not every warrior can easily conquer the leap with courage.

Thirty-six huge fire magic arrays, tilting a fireball the size of a water tank almost continuously. This is a fire storm that is more meteor than rain.

Many orc warriors were blasted into the sky by fireballs, fell down and mourned a few times before being swallowed by flames, and within a short time they became corpses with a disgusting and scorching smell.

The flames of the explosion kept shining, and Daniil behind Duke couldn't help narrowing his eyes. Not far from his horizon, although many orcs were burned to death, more orcs had entered the final charge. , Their front spread out into an arc, neither dense nor sparsely surrounded by Duke.

Of course, already forty-degree slopes have slowed their speed slightly. But for orcs who climb mountains as easily as eating and drinking, this is not a big problem.

Their attack speed has hardly slowed.

"Cover your ears!" Duke suddenly said.

Daniil did as he said.

The next moment, a flame of flames appeared at the foot of the mountain, suddenly separating the follow-up orcs from entering.

Then, a continuous explosion sounded.

It was the shells that Duke had dropped on the hill before the morning. For this reason, the gryphons that are not many in the Storm Kingdom are exhausted. Because the tribe found a new siege direction, all the cannons placed at the main gate of Stormwind City lost their meaning.

Under the tight capacity, these artillery shells could not be pulled away, and it was just Duke who had come to play.

Just stepped on the mountainside, the shells detonated by the fire kept exploding at the feet of the orc warrior, raising the pillars of fire mixed with mud. Heroic and resolute faces continued to fall in the flash of explosion, while the orcs caught in fury went over the companions' bodies and continued to the top of the mountain.

They were nearly 200 meters from Duke. At this distance, the orcs could do nothing about Duke.

But Duke can rely on the control of the entire sky around the elements, without any worries to open the magical magic circuit of the fire, pouring magic to the hills.

The deafening sound of the explosion shocked the entire orc army, and even the human soldiers outside the storm wall more than a thousand meters away.

Even the lowest level of fireball is amazing. The bursting fireball almost overturned the land. On the hillside of the lush mirror lake, every branch was broken by the hot air waves. The broken branches kept falling and then flying again.

The black stone clan and blood ring clan that rushed to the hills were falling down, symbolizing glory and power.

The chief warrior under the mountain could see his eyes straight with black hands.

"This is impossible!"

In contrast, after seeing the blazing fire and hearing the orc screams, the storm city generals cheering like thunder erupted. On the city's head, every soldier showed an ecstatic expression.

They knew that their new patron saint, Duke Marcus, was teaching those orcs to be human. (To be continued.)