Stormwind God

Grom * Hellscream opened his eyes as big as a bell, and bloodshot eyes were full of unbelief.

Unlike other rude orcs, Grom comes from the Fireblade clan, where skills, will, and ideas are most important. This clansman-rich clan is different from most orcs in their entire fighting philosophy.

Grom knew that he had been crooked with an absolutely confident blow.

The difference is the least, the error is thousands of miles away.

Small deviations are constantly accumulating, and the magical combos are passed from his [Blood Roar] that communicates with his soul.

Originally, even if there was a 10-foot-thick city wall in front, Grom was confident to penetrate it, and eventually split his axe on the enemy's back.

He miscalculated.

He has never met a mysterious human mage who has amazing skills.

Even if he only saw it from a distance, he could understand what Duke had done just now.

An axe enough to open the mountain and cut the ground is like chopping off countless layers of paper. Each layer of paper slightly weakened the power on the axe. Bit by bit, like a drop of stone.

It's just that Duke's approach is more extreme and accurate. I don't know how many times.

A three-digit mid-range spell combo, which gives a decisive blow that is destined to kill, creating an offset.

"Oh!" Grom * Hellscream's mouth blew a long sigh. The sigh was unheard of, almost empty.

Never losing confidence, he suddenly developed a sense of powerlessness. In order to win, he poured the power of the will of the whole family into [Blood Roar], and it felt that this almost forcibly distorted the cause and effect of fate. However, the other side brought fate back to its original trajectory very lightly, just like the water flows downwards. The sun always rises after the night, and the year is divided into four seasons ...

This axe, if you say, you will not count, if I say no, you will miss!

Among the many orcs looking up, the famous [Blood Roar] finally deviated from the original trajectory and wiped it away less than half a meter away from Duke.

Shocked by Duke, the griffon lost several bird's hairs, and darnel was scared to pee out. However, he did not cause any real loss to the hateful destroyer Duke Marcus.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" The gryphons flew higher and higher, and a few efforts have already rushed into the clouds, turning into a small black spot that is almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving only a string of wanton proud smiles to the orc sound.

Almost every orc's face was black.

Maybe it was smoked, or maybe it was simply black.

Such an earth-shattering big explosion thousands of kilometers away was another flame, thick smoke, and a clear and horrible sound of horror. The human guards on the outer walls of Stormwind could not hear or see it. Already.

Watching the griffin re-falling from the clouds, watching Duke's iconic mage robe on the griffin, the guard involuntarily issued a deafening cheer.

"Good job! Count Marcus!"

"Fuck the green skin!"

"Burning! Burning all better!"

"Her Marcus, you are our patron saint"

Duke let Daniel take control of the gryphon, slowly flying over the outer wall, and every time he raised his hand aroused a greater cheer.

Lothar flew over with a small team of Gryphon knights.

The older and more handsome Azeroth male goddess, a wavy black hair fluttered in the wind, and before he came over, I heard him laugh like a lion roar.

"Hahaha! Duke, good job!"

"Hi! I almost lost my life there, and the tribe chiefs probably hate me."

"It's okay! Even if you're really trapped there, I'm sure to lead someone to rescue you."

Looking at Lothar's plate on the griffin's buttocks, and a knotted hemp rope, Duke rolled his eyes: Your Lothar was actually true. By that time, I was playing with a rope like a western cowboy, and pulled me up by hanging my neck?

"Cut! If it weren't for you, Ryan wouldn't have allowed me to send out all Griffin knights."

There was a moment of warmth in Duke's heart.

A line of griffins flew to the inner walls of Stormwind, near the flight point to the east. The griffon spread its huge wings and began to slow down. It fluttered a few times, and its sharp claws made a sharp sound on the thick hay.

The griffins have not stopped yet, and Lothar has deftly turned over.

But there was a man who came closer than Rosa to Storm King Ryan.

"What's the result?" Ryan asked impatiently.

"It's okay, the orcs will get out of here for a while."

"Are you sure?" Lane had an undisguised surprise on his face.

"Of course!" Duke's voice increased by eight degrees. "I not only burned out most of their tents, but also added a little flavor to their sole water source."

"Seasoning?"

Almost at the same time, the tribal chieftain was a black hand, and he could soon change his name to black face.

"Report, the water source has been poisoned?"

"Poisoned? How is living water poisoned?" Kilrogg, who was resentful, asked the captain of the black hand.

"I don't know. But the water flowing down the mountain is green. My people have personally confirmed that as soon as the animals drink it, they die a few times. Some people saw Naga in the water. It should be Naga on the human side Poisoned. "

"Isn't it stopped by water?" Orgrim pursued.

"It was blown up by that human mage. It was too messy just now, and nobody noticed."

"..." Several tribal leaders were silent at the same time.

At first, there were murlocs and naga assaulting the orc laborers fetching water along the river. But Orgrim had the idea to build a rough river dam so that Naga and the Murloc couldn't come and go.

After several attempts by Naga to go ashore, bypass the dam and launch into the water, and then was ambushed by the orcs, Naga could hardly be seen in the Elwynn Forest.

Unexpectedly, this time, a sneak attack by Duke put Naga in directly.

Now, all the trees that can be used for cooling are burned by Duke, and the only water source is also polluted.

This is not tens of thousands, and the number is small. Maybe you can slowly dig deep wells.

The problem is that there are 300,000 troops here!

The orcs are very brave warriors, but they are not undead, they also need to eat and drink Lazar. Without water, this is definitely a very serious problem.

The black hand is very violent. He has not completely lost his mind. The word murmured in his throat for several times before he popped his teeth: "Withdraw!"

There was a deafening sound in the direction of the city gate, which spread throughout the Storm City.

Every military and civilian in the city looked up a little at a loss, looking puzzledly over the wall.

Not long after, there was a rumor that the soldiers were running wildly and yelling:

"Good news! Good news! Count Duke Marcus, Master of the Sky, surprises the orc base camp, burns and burns over 10,000 orcs, and now the orcs have begun to retreat from the south gate!" (To be continued.)