Stormwind God

The sound of Zujin's collision with the Arcane Guard was so loud that the whole land seemed to make a painful sound at that moment, however, this was the last sound of battle on the battlefield.

Except for a handful of powerful trolls strengthened by the storm altar, they used the power of the wind to fly over the huge scar of the earth, and 99% of the trolls were left behind.

In the huge gap, there was the pain of the troll. It is conceivable that there will not be too many trolls to survive, nor too few. The extremely strong vitality of trolls is destined that as long as their heads and hearts are not destroyed, they can heal perfectly.

This is not important. The trolls in the cracks have nowhere to run, and they must wait for their death punishment after climbing up.

Duke fluttered down from the city with [Slow Fall], and landed accurately in front of Kael'thas, reaching out his hand to the elven prince.

"Congratulations, His Royal Highness Kael'thas. This is a perfect counterattack! It seems that I can make my people run a few hundred kilometers less." Duke said loudly, so loud that hundreds of people around him could hear him clearly. Clearly.

If before the war with the Horde, the elves hit hundreds of casualties in exchange for 50,000 trolls to destroy such a gorgeous record, the high elves will definitely show what ‘high’ is in front of Duke.

That kind of arrogant arrogance can't be suppressed at all.

Now everyone with a little brain knows that this is purely Duke's last concealer cloth for the glory of the high elves. A day ago, the high elves who were beaten into dogs shrank in their main city, and even the last magic defense circle was cracked by the tribe. If a thin-skinned girl was helplessly waiting in the corner for the last encounter of the enemy.

Duke made his debut.

The mighty power of retreating from all flags told the change of the world outside the high elves, and also told him how amazing Duke's might is.

If Duke had scared away the orc-centered tribal main force, could the elves beat the trolls to revenge?

If the siege was not cleared as soon as possible, how could those elven soldiers and civilians scattered around the forest of Yongge temporarily hide from the brutal extermination of the trolls?

What's more, after losing 70,000 troops, the elves' waist bar could not straighten up.

Kael'thas was also very straightforward, bowing to Duke on the spot: "No, no, this is entirely thanks to your full support of Duke, so we can cross the gate of **** and return to this world."

Duke can be a man, Kael'thas can be a man, and naturally the guests and the host are happy.

Next cleaning the battlefield and sweeping away those scattered trolls, Duke had nothing to do except sending a lot of demon spirits.

The huge fissures made by the Runestone Formation are as deep as nearly 40 meters. This is a very scary height for mortals, and most of the trolls forced to fall by the flames fell to death. There are still many trolls who have avoided a disaster because they fell on the body of their companions.

Of course, the elves would not let them go, but directly under the instruction of Mr. Du, poured some oil or something into it, and burned all the torches alive. The troll's healing power is useless in front of the flames.

In fact, Duke very much wanted the elves to pinch before and after their troops to destroy Orgrim's elite in Quel'Thalas. Unfortunately, the elf executives complained on the surface that the losses were too serious, and the troops were not enough to maintain domestic law and order, but most of them were frightened.

Didn't see the wild hammer dwarves coming out of the nest, all ran out?

The elf refused to move.

Duke still has to move, even if it is not suitable for a decisive battle with Orgrim now, at least not let him mess up.

Duke greeted Kurdran Wildhammer with his Gryphon Knights, chasing in the direction of the Horde retreat.

"Wait! I'll go too!" Aurelia whistled, and as Duke and the dwarves were stunned, a group of rangers straddled Griffin's back.

"Hell! What to do once a fight occurs?" Kurdran protested loudly.

"So trouble to throw us down near the canopy of the wind. Ranger Ranger who didn't fall in the forest!" Sylvanas shouted.

Aurelia hugged Duke's waist from the back: "Thank you for solving the troll crisis, but somehow I am worried about what Orgrim will do."

This is exactly what Duke was worried about.

It's as if a negative dog ran away with its tail dangling, which is not the style of an orc.

The griffon's speed is very fast, flying at full speed of seventy to eighty kilometers per hour is not a problem. Of course, considering the problems of griffon endurance and food supply, flying at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour is the ideal. Gryphons need to be at full speed. At least, a whole cow needs to be supplemented.

Where to find a thousand cows in Quel'Thalas ...

In the evening of the day, seeing the light shining directly into the sky, the worst budget in Duke's heart appeared the Yongge Forest Fire!

It is midsummer and it is the season when forest fires are most likely to occur. From a distance, dozens of fires rose from the south of Yongge Forest. Obviously, this is not a natural fire at all.

"Orgrim, you beast!" Aurelia's cheeks were covered with tears within a few breaths of anger and sadness. Not only him, all the elves in Duke's vision showed a sorrowful expression.

Duke was silent.

As a traveler from the metropolis, he may never learn the ranger's love of nature. Nor can they understand the grief of losing their loved ones after the forest was destroyed.

Obviously, the tribe looked very straightforward after falling out with the trolls last night. However, Orgrim set his sight on the wind and set fire directly after the Horde March was slightly separated from the Eversong Forest.

The more dense places are obviously masterpieces of the wolf cavalry, and you can see that the fire heads are more dense.

Slightly less, if not mistaken, it is the masterpiece of Zuluhed's Red Dragon.

The billowing flames swept the front of the forest like a giant wave. The intense heat instantly evaporated every trace of moisture, making the scene of the forest shake like a mirage under the setting sun.

There are a lot of black dots shaking around in the sky, and you don't have to guess when you spit out a long light, that is the dragon.

Although there is no shortage of rain in the lush Yongge Forest in summer, and the trees have just been soaked by rainwater, they are scorched and turned into ashes by the blazing high-temperature dragon's breath for an instant.

The thick black smoke emanating from the dark night began to block the sun.

The flames showed no sign of stopping, and the hot winds of summer swept the trees farther away. Although they would not destroy them instantly, they were enough to burn them. The fire spread endlessly all around, sweeping tree after tree, like a plague spreading at high speed. (To be continued.)