Stormwind God

Kill me and I will be resurrected!

Duke whispered silently in his heart.

On his mouth, Duke sighed, "The world has changed. If you don't polish your eyes, you will fall into the deepest despair at the moment of dreaming. It's not too late, Aurelia, you can still regret it."

"What do you regret? Did you regret not realizing the true face of the Silvermoon Council earlier? Or regret that I will serve you? What a joke! My Aurelia * Windrunner will never regret doing things!"

Not wearing a ranger costume, Alleria only had a pure white dress and evening dress. On the surface, this is a gentle and beautiful woman, but in fact this is a fierce heroine.

Somehow, Alleria was already leaning on Duke's shoulders in a blue and white evening dress. Because of Duke's growing height, Alleria has now become slightly lower than Duke by half.

She leaned on Duke like this, even if Duke consciously put her waist on, there was no discomfort, and the harmony was like a perfect picture.

Duke said lightly, "You don't regret it ..."

"Little bad guy, don't regret it doesn't mean it's not sad or painful!" After a pause, Alleria continued: "Don't move, just let me lean on for a while."

"Ok."

The two were cuddling each other, enjoying the body temperature from each other, and the warm feeling of being in harmony with their souls.

I don't know how long.

"Now, Duke, what will Azeroth become in the future?"

Duke looked deep and looked up at the starry sky. His eyes seemed to have crossed the void and history, and came to a certain node in the future.

Duke's voice seemed ethereal and illusory: "The Burning Legion has moved again. Even if I don't want to admit it, putting Sargeras into the bottomless abyss is not the end. In five years, in ten years, The Burning Legion is bound to have bigger moves. At that time, it may be necessary for all races to work together to overcome the difficulties again. "

Aurelia shuddered, and not only the three shadows that had been eavesdropping on the tree not far away followed.

Windrunner sisters remembered all the magic of Duke, the highest-level, godlike prophecy, so that each of them has a wonderful hunch ... It seems that their fate will be firmly combined with Duke's future .

Gently stroking Aurelia's submissive Jinsi: "But before that, I promise you that you will pay the worst price for Zujin, the culprit who slaughtered the high elves."

At that moment, Duke felt Aurelia clenching her fingers ... the fingers that looked like tender green and white jade suddenly turned into the sharpest dragon claws. The strong force from the fingers made Duke's shoulders a little bit Children have pain.

"Sorry ..." Aurelia apologized for Huo Ran's wake.

"It's okay." Duke silently added fitness options to his growth plan.

Is it time to get a sub-professional battle mage?

Almost at the same time, Zul'jin in the Horde Camp felt only blank in his mind.

"The tribe has done enough for the trolls. Now it is the troll's turn to fulfill its promise to work for the tribe. I need the trolls to obey orders to follow us to attack the human king."

Zujin thought he had a hallucination.

However, Orgrim and several tribal chiefs with serious expressions told him that they were not joking.

The grudges accumulated over the generations, the voices and smiles of the tragic troll compatriots, everything seemed to appear naturally in his mind, he hardly thought, and consciously smashed the table in front of him, shouting:

"Betrayal! This is the tribe's betrayal of trolls!"

A black light shot out of the hand of the Troll King, almost splitting Orgrim's ugly face in half.

That's a Tomahawk! Tomahawk blessed by the force of the storm!

Broken Palm clan chief Cargas * Bladefist wielded the blade of war attached to his arm in a lightning flash, and instantly flew the battle axe cast by Zujin.

The tomahawk that bounced in the middle supports the largest support of the huge tent. Only a loud noise was heard. A strong wind burst from the axe at this time. Under the impact of the turbulent current, the animal skin made The huge tent that was formed was torn into large pieces of shredded skin by the giant force and flew away instantly.

The turbulence caused by the storm immediately rushed out several guards stationed near the chief's tent. One even slammed into a huge stone pillar next to the tent, his pain almost screaming. However, the faithful guard did not hesitate to complain, ignoring the pain behind his bones as if all the bones were broken, he got up from the ground and shouted out loud while rushing over the camp: "enemy attack"

The chief's camp was attacked? !!

In almost a second, the entire tribal camp fry.

"It's okay! Calm down! Give me calm down!" Orgrim's roaring loudly, at the same time calmed down the rioting crowd.

When the huge camp slammed down, revealing the panting axe-bearing Zul'jin, and Kargas, who was cold with eyebrows and holding a sharp blade on his arm, everyone realized that the trolls and the tribe seemed to have collapsed.

Zukin is not alone.

There are also several small chiefs from different clans beside Zukin.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zul'jin is a small tribal chief.

Zul'jin opened his stance, and they naturally withdrew their weapons. Originally, the orcs had camped with the trolls, and there was no fence to block each other before. Now, when things change suddenly, everyone is dumbfounded, and they don't know if they should pick up their weapons.

"Orgrim, you liar! Say that we can capture the whole world together. The orcs want plains and mountains, and the trolls have all the forest!" Zou Jin snarled with excitement and long arms.

"The tribe did not deceive you! This is our ultimate goal. But in the covenant, we wrote 'The tribe helps you defeat the main force of the high elves, and the trolls complete the final revenge.'" The covenant clearly stated Chu! "Orgrim pulled out the covenant and held it up high:" The tribe has killed 70,000 army of elves in two wars. In fact, you trolls have killed more than 100,000 elven civilians. The tribe has fulfilled Committed! "

"No! That's not enough! The long-eared Silvermoon City is still there! Why? Why do the orcs shrink back today when they see the blue banner."

"No, the point of the matter is not that battle flag. The key is that we have received the latest news. Another tribe's 200,000 orc army has been blocked and besieged in the Silver Pine Forest. We must quickly capture a human kingdom. The capital, relieve their pressure and rescue them. "Orgrim tried to cover everything with strategic needs.

From a grand strategic perspective, Orgrim's choice is undoubtedly correct. (To be continued.)