Stormwind God

The advantage of the traversal is revealed at this moment.

Knowing that the old boy of Aiden was not kind, Duke was able to curb the deterioration of the situation and defeat defeat.

Knowing the real situation of Alexstrasza, Duke was able to fear the revenge of the Red Dragon Queen. It is sad to kill so many descendants and grandchildren of the Dragon clan. But his life was controlled by [Devil's Soul]. He was tortured every day by a crappy orc Nerkerus, and he still had to let the Red Dragon die. This is the real tragedy.

As long as Duke turned back to break [Devil's Soul] 's control over Alexstrass, the Red Dragon Queen thanked him too late, how could he be angry because the formations slaughtered her offspring at once.

So Anthony Das's fear is totally untenable.

Because of an unlikely anger and owed a great deal to Duke, Antonidas was also a model of taking advantage.

Oh, this is not entirely correct. At least those dragon skin dragon scales and other things of the red dragon, this old boy made enough money.

Of course, this does not prevent Duke from continuing to pretend to be.

Beside Alterac, the tribal chief Orgrim and his old companions watched this scene in shock.

Duke, standing above the king city, looked like a god, waving his arms, calling for the wind and ice blade, wantonly dividing the space, and letting the dragons in the sky screamed into the world.

No dragon can escape the hunt of that horrible storm, and no dragon has the ability to pass the storm and give Duke even the slightest blow.

These sky masters soaring in the sky on weekdays, at this moment, are not even as good as the fat pigs in the slaughterhouse, and are being slaughtered unilaterally.

Orgrim vaguely speculated that this was another good thing for human magic. As a warrior, the knowledge of the mysterious realm is always poor, but the sense of crisis and the sense of urgency make Orgrim's mind keep ringing alarm bells.

Watching the embarrassment and driving Zuluhed with only one dragon flying, Orgrim could not help but growl: "Is there any news of Gul'dan !? The tribe needs his evil power now!"

Zuluhed gritted his teeth and lowered his head. "I've sent a messenger, but I didn't reply."

"Then send more dragon cavalry messengers, two rides in a group, three rides in a group or something, or you can go in person!" Orgrim was full of evil fire.

He was a bit puzzled. Does every kingdom city in this world have such a sharp magic defense system?

Stormwind burned 100,000 orcs.

Quel'Thalas has been a magical defense system since he first entered the country, and it was all thanks to Gul'dan.

Now even Alterac, recognized as the weakest **** in the seven human kingdoms, has a magic array that can destroy hundreds of dragons. Isn't the magic defense of Lordaeron, the strongest kingdom in humans ...

Orgrim could hardly imagine it.

After sending Zuluhed, Orgrim was still in a bad mood. He couldn't help whispering: "Are there so many magic defenses in every capital city?"

"That doesn't seem to be the case, Chief." A voice made Orgrim a little strange.

The chief warrior turned his head, and a little strange face came into view. It was a swordsman of the Fireblade clan. It seemed that this young swordsman was coming back to life. The only thing that made Orgrim curious was that the sword Shengyi carried a human in each of his left and right hands.

Feeling the suspicious gaze of the chief warrior, Juggernaut immediately explained in orc language: "Just recently I hacked a considerable number of human aristocrats with the blade storm, but these two young people with the duke's emblem have magical magic defenses. Escaped death. I think they should be a very important aristocracy of humanity. "

Can block the sword storm of swordmaster?

There are absolutely few such magic devices, and even if they are, they are quite expensive. Orgrim still remembers that Samuro said that he almost killed the King of the Storm Kingdom, and that King did not have such an anti-weapon magic device.

Other orcs are generally big bosses, and only a few chiefs are willing to learn common language and learn about human knowledge. However, the Fireblade Swordmaster who acts as the orc scout and the strongest assassin is definitely an exception. Mastering the enemy's language and knowing who is the most valuable target are absolutely required courses for the killer.

Orgrim can ignore others. Before going out, he carefully explained to the sword masters, Alterac's noble badge.

Like that swordsman, Orgrim could see it just by the badges of these two young boys.

Barov family? Two dukes? Brand new Duke badge?

"Speaking back to your topic about magic defense, Swordmaster." While Orgrim was speaking in orc language, he smiled at the two young and flustered humans.

The two guys were scared to pee, and there were obvious water stains on the crotch.

Swordmaster didn't care, and replied in orcish language: "I just asked them casually just now, and they vowed that Alterac definitely has no such terrible magic defense."

Orgrim was immediately overjoyed, and he turned to the two guys in common human words: "I am the chief of the tribe, Orgrim * Doomhammer. The tribal plan failed tonight, and I was unhappy. Of the two of you, I'm only going to leave the most valuable one, and useless waste to give the ogre for dinner. "

He deliberately grinned and let his sharply staggered fangs shake close up in front of these two little-looking guys. In fact, maybe he was more like an ogre to the two little guys.

"I said I said! Just say what I know! Don't eat me!" The older one was crying.

"No! Listen to me, Wilton's **** knows nothing."

"Don't listen to Alex!"

Orgrim was so annoyed, he snarled, and pointed at one casually: "Shut up! I ask, you answer!"

Orgrim walked with the chiefs who had been a little frustrated and asked. But asking, Orgrim's eyes lit up.

"Hahahaha!" Orgrim's wild laughter echoed across the mountain road, and he patted Kilrogg's dead-eyes shoulder: "We have found the baby! Today is actually the lucky day of the tribe!"

Orgrim had no idea that he had gathered so many powerful chiefs that he did not do, but it was done because of the two boys returned by a swordsman captive.

These two youths are not a cat and a dog, right! They were Wilton Barov and Alex Barov, the two babies of the Duke of Barov. (To be continued.)