Stormwind God

"Woohoo" The melodious horn sounds as if from outside the sky, as if from the ancient floods.

Desolate and heroic.

It is reminiscent of the world of yellow sand, the days of having to fight with the most ferocious beasts in the extremely harsh environment in exchange for the first-line vitality of the people.

Either killed or killed.

The weak do not have the right to survive, and the strong dominates everything.

This is the original voice, and it also evokes memories of countless orcs lurking in their hearts.

How many years have you never heard of this sound?

[Marco Gora]

The orcs knew that when a warrior challenged a chief and demanded his replacement, it was the most sacred duel ritual [Makora].

One to one!

The winner gets everything!

Few people know that this [Makgora], which is used to resolve conflicts between orcs and determine the ownership of the chief, can also be used against hostile races.

Of course, there are premises.

"The chief of the tribe is a black hand! On behalf of my king Stormwind King Ryan Wrynn, which is the chief in your eyes, I launched [Margola] to you, dare you fight !?" Duke's voice echoed in the stormy sky. I don't know if this is magic or something else, but this yell in Orc's language made the 100,000 orcs who had stormed Storm City heard it clearly.

The Black Chief and Orgrim took their relatives on the streets of the stormy old town, and their bodies were shocked.

[Marco Gora]! ?

Humans actually understand [Markorla]?

Almost instantly, Orgrim took a sip in his heart: it was taught by Garona's lowly traitor again!

Duke's voice continued: "Our human king is different from the chief of your tribe. Our king is not the first warrior. This is not important. Both our king and the first warrior are here, as long as you are in [Margo La] defeated our first warrior Anduin Lothar, and our king's head was folded with both hands! We are waiting for you where the pillar of light is! "

The huge rocky palm of the black hand was propped up on a thick stone pillar by the road, and it was almost unconsciously forced, and the entire stone pillar was easily crushed by the huge grip. The hard stones burst like hardened flour and scattered to the ground.

The focus of all the orcs' eyes all around fell on the face of the black hand.

"The chief warrior?" Orgrim asked tentatively.

The ugly big face of the chieftain's black hand, the muscles trembled constantly, thick blood vessels appeared on the face like a beard, his eyes were congested with extreme excitement, red and red. Black hands can feel like a flame is pumping out of the heart, spreading to every corner of the body, reaching every cell in the body.

"Hahaha!" The black hand laughed wildly: "The orcs never fear challenges! No matter what Lai, what Andu! Their heads are mine and mine."

Orgrim met on the spot, shouting at the side: "It is said that the Warchief ordered the Warchief to accept the human [Makgora], and forbid the attack on the humans in the pillar of light!"

The commanding soldiers scattered, and soon the rough roar of the commanding soldiers could be heard everywhere.

"The Warchief accepts [Markorla] and forbids attacking humans near the pillar of light!"

"Let's go!" The clouds spread, the moonlight dropped on the ground, and with the light of the torch, the two huge dragon-shaped bones on the shoulders of the chief warrior's shoulders were extremely pale.

On the other side, in the Stormwind Church area, on the steps of the Stormwind Cathedral, Lane sat on the red velvet inlaid gold throne on the ninth step, and Anduin and Boval were left and right beside Lane. Rongzhuang stands.

"Will the orc chieftain really come?" Boev had asked Duke for the third time.

"Enough! Berval. Duke's analysis can't be wrong. The orc warchief who is the strongest person to martial arts is unlikely to miss such an opportunity." Ryan gently stopped his loyal minister.

Andu Yin, who stands by the sword, is more relaxed: "Rest assured, there is a storm port not far behind us. The soldiers are all behind. If tens of thousands of troops can't cover our king to leave safely, then we all commit suicide."

Of course, the orcs could not find the main force of human beings, because in the end, the more than 40,000 soldiers and civilians had gathered quietly near the storm port.

Tens of thousands of people, but almost no sound, like a giant lurking in the night.

Not every soldier knows the arrangements at the top, they just get notified and there will be special means to arrange their evacuation.

As for what special law, no one knows. Many people looked at the haystacks piled up at the port terminal and became dazed.

The last ocean-going ship departed in the afternoon.

The soldiers couldn't figure out how to evacuate their heads.

Fortunately, since they were ordered to die, these soldiers are all ready for a decisive battle.

However, the empty space from the wall of the church to the dock is really not good for humans! Moreover, the soldiers did not have any heavy weapons on hand.

If the battle with the orcs were decisive here, it would be a one-sided massacre.

General Tom Simos, head of the Gryphon Corps, who once had a relationship with Duke, still did his best to support heavy infantry and pikemen with big shields against the sea in the direction of Stormwind City. Array.

"If the orcs rush ... at least for a while." General Simos murmured.

When he heard this plan was proposed by Duke, Simos did not know why, and always remembered the legendary Duke master who fought against the orcs in the Redridge Mountains.

The spirit of winning the enemy's first rank with one enemy and ten thousand troops and millions of horses still shakes his soul deeply.

"Woohoo" long horn sounded in the eastern part of Stormwind City.

Ryan, Anduin and Berwal looked up at Duke at the same time.

A faint smile emerged from the corner of Duke's mouth: "The tribal chief black hand accepted your challenge. Lothar."

Lothar's geeky and determined face also smiled, and he looked at Ryan. Ryan nodded heavily: "Go! Anduin! My life, the future of the Storm Kingdom is in your hands."

Lothar took a deep salute, and then turned around and asked Duke: "Oh, I really admire you sometimes. I have mastered the orc language and their customs in such a short time, and I learned that from the assassin for so long , Or just a few orcs. "

Duke grinned: "I found a lot of orc books in Karazhan. I read a lot and won't lie to you."

Karazhanli had no books about orcs at all, and Duke lied completely.

Lothar didn't know at all: "Well, it's up to you to translate later."

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