Stormwind God

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Don't win or die!

A sentence that feels **** no matter how many times I hear it!

It has long transcended the discourse itself, becoming a symbol, a totem, and a symbol of the will of the orc.

To be honest, as long as the war breaks out, Duke has at least a double-digit way to mutilate or even destroy the tribe. However, after hearing Grom's "lok-tar, ogar!", Duke suddenly felt a little intolerable.

In Duke's mind, the history of Azeroth is the history of the battle between the alliance and the tribe. As a human being, Duke couldn't wait to let the tribe die. But as a witness to a whole new history, Duke began to feel a little bit reluctant after integrating into this world ...

"Huh! Let's go straight to the bridge!" Duke whispered to himself.

Taking the grievances of the Alliance and the Horde out of his mind, Duke turned his head and shouted, "Vanessa, go and peel the dragon skin."

"Hell! I'm your weak little maid! Did you actually call a lady to do such rough work?" Don't look at Vanessa complaining, but she's not idle at all. She took [Fink's Skinning Knife] and ran straight through.

Just as Vanessa was approaching Nefarian's huge purple-scale body, an unpredictable shock had taken place.

"Rumble!" The drastic space fluctuations alarmed Duke's entire team.

Everyone picked up their weapons and looked at the scene in shock.

I don't know what's going on. A puddle of black water the size of a small lake suddenly spread on the platform of the highest peak of most of the black stone towers.

In a blink of an eye, many dark squids had to emerge from the black water.

"Ah!" Vanessa screamed, drove directly [sprint], jumped back three times in a row, and retreated into the cover of several soldiers.

Seeing the system prompt, Duke was not good for himself, and couldn't help but mutter: "Enzos !?"

"Hey hey! It's me!"

"What are you doing? Your cage ..."

"It has nothing to do with the cage. I'm just here to collect my sacrifice. Since Nefarian promised me this idiot and couldn't offer his sister Onyxia, I took myself as my sacrifice. I'm just trying to recover him now ... "In heaven and underground, Enzos's terrible whisper came from almost all directions.

Obviously that's not the universal language of human beings, but it is directly known at the soul level.

This was not an intentional mental attack by Enzos, however, this kind of snatching of loot made Duke very unhappy!

"Hmm! Take Nefarian's body? Have you asked me !?" Duke snorted and opened fire. Hundreds of magic circuits, large and small, run to their limits instantly.

The next moment, more than a thousand brilliant magical radiances almost dazzled everyone's eyes.

Everyone thought that Enzos would use a more weird magic shield to block Duke's onslaught. Who knows, more than a thousand octopus tentacles nearly 100 meters high rose up in the dark water. Enzos actually carried Duke's magic frenzy with his split body.

"what!?"

"Hehe! Duke Marcus, we will give you the matchup you want ... but not now ... hehehehe!" Gently sneered, following the wind.

Along with the somber laughter, Enzos' tentacles, black water, and Nefarian's huge body, as well as his skull, disappeared dreamily into the air.

It seems that Nefarian, the king of the black dragon, never existed, and the fierce battle that Duke experienced was also false.

"Damn!" Gavenlad stomped his feet severely, his heavy armour making a snoring sound on the hard ground.

Duke patted Gavenlad on the shoulder, comforting him: "Forget it! Although our victory benefits more than one party, victory is victory! We should be happy."

Gavin Rade felt better.

After searching the ground in general, and searching for the surrounding loot again, Duke easily opened the portal on this tower top platform that was no longer obstructed by strong shadow forces, and connected to the Stormwind City's transmission room.

Almost as soon as they stepped out of the portal, Duke was frightened by the sound of exclaiming and cheering.

Cheers they understand, but why are they exclaimed?

"Oh! The Holy Light is on, and you are finally back!" The Duke of Bewal Fortagan, who was staying behind, arrived immediately.

"What's wrong? Berval, what happened?"

"Great event! Certainly a great event!"

One week before Duke's return, a major event happened in the league.

The cause of the incident was originally a small matter that did not seem serious.

At the time of the raging world of Naxxramas, and the scourge of the undead was cast out everywhere, Alessandros Mogleni, who announced that he had retreated to the second line, had to return to the mountain to provoke the heavy task of defending the holy city of Stratholme.

This day, his eldest son Renault found him.

"Father, I want to propose to Sally."

"What !?" Alexandros was shocked when he heard it. The next moment, the rage of rage covered the entire face of the old Moglieni: "You are a shame! You have the courage to say it again !?"

Renault was shocked, but his desire for love drove him. He lost his head and shouted desperately: "I like Sally! What's wrong with this? We have been together since we were young, I love her! I Desire to make her my wife! "

The answer to Renault was the furious punch of the old father.

The light-filled fists directly knocked Renault into the air, and they fell to the ground in a very embarrassing manner, knocking the tables and chairs over.

"You beast! Sally Whiteman was entrusted to me by my comrades before she died! She is my stepdaughter! On Lordaeron's household register, my children have her name in the line if she wishes , She can even inherit my surname of Mograine! "Alessandros kicked the eldest son fiercely again:" She is your sister! Legally! Righteous! You actually want to desecrate She? You are **! Are you crazy or something? "

Faced with his father's growl, Renault argued reasonably: "I have no blood relationship with Sally!"

"Shut up! Have you learned the dog of light for so many years?" Alessandros rushed to the crown.

"No! It has nothing to do with Shengguang. I love her! Father, I ask you, if she is not your daughter, would you allow me to marry her?" Renault yelled.

The old Mograine stopped for a full three seconds, and finally three words came out of the iron-blue face: "You! No! Good!"