Stormwind God

A lonely city cannot be defended.

In the absence of support, unless destined to encounter the slaughter, the combat power of 100 will be at most 50.

It is different when there is reinforcements, and it is not a problem to play 200% of combat power.

Here comes Duke.

It's coming! With nearly a thousand griffins.

Before the griffins arrived, Duke moved. A series of flashing lights appeared in mid-air, these lights were so short and coherent, leaving a long and huge arc in people's vision, leading directly from the sky to the east gate of Lordaeron.

At this moment, when the city of Lordaeron, the core of the entire league, was about to fall, Duke arrived.

"drink"

With a loud noise in the sky, Duke made his debut.

The water elements in the air are converging at a high speed, and the water in the moat is rising. Under the attention of tens of thousands of orcs and human warriors, Duke gathered a large amount of water into the entire city gate hole in just a few seconds.

In just a moment, the already opened gate hole was completely blocked by huge ice blocks.

"Orgrim! I want to capture Lordaeron, and haven't asked me !?" The huge shout, through the magic amplification, directly penetrated the entire orc formation and reached the distance.

Standing proudly at the head of the city, Duke wore a mage robe hunting and hunting in the **** wind, the iconic mage's hand covered the entire east city gate, and countless three-color frost fire arcane missiles were directed at each one. The orc's head poured out.

Lordaeron's soldiers were often fighting in a **** battle the next moment, but the next moment they suddenly found that the fierce and powerful enemy in front of them had been bombarded by half of their body with precise and outrageous magic.

All of a sudden, with the Dongcheng Gate as the center, the orcs within two hundred meters of the left and right were empty.

After a short sacrifice, thunderous cheers erupted from the entire wall!

"Long live the league!"

"Long live His Excellency Marcus!"

"Bless Lordaeron!"

At this time, Arthas, who was retreating to the palace under the cover of the royal guards desperately, noticed that the fighting situation behind him had changed.

The gate at the end of Long Street was blocked by a huge translucent white ice cube. Arthas turned back, just to see the tribe that had just rushed into the city was instantly spiked by gorgeous magic.

The hands of countless white mages pour down the magic rain in the air. What can do this is only the legendary deputy commander of the alliance, who inherited the name of his master, Duke Marcus.

Watching those magnificent magical kills, watching those dwarf Gryphon knights circling the wall without stopping the Thunder Hammer to kill the Horde, Arthas suddenly felt ridiculous and knew that I would not run away.

The griffins flew towards the high tower near the wall in the city. When almost hovering, the agile elven ranger jumped off the back of the griffin and stood on the high tower, pouring arrows out of the city. rain.

The extraordinary arrow skills of the Elven Ranger were fully revealed at this moment. They could shoot arrows with long parabola by feeling. With the help of the tower, the range was extended beyond 200 meters.

The Gryphon knights who flew back to the battlefield did not use their usual tricks to let the Gryphons knock down to kill the orcs, but instead left a lot of strangely shaped metal creations.

These large bombs produced by goblins have a higher lethality than iron grenades. Once the impact is broken, the shell explodes immediately.

There was an instant roar on the battlefield, with corpses and broken limbs blown up by bomb explosions everywhere.

In the distance, Orgrim, who had watched this scene, turned pale again.

Duke is definitely the only one who can make the chief's brown-red face fall into iron blue again and again.

"Duke Marcus"

To Orgrim, to the entire tribe, the name is almost a nightmare. No, it is not a nightmare. This is a horrible existence that has been upgraded to a curse level.

Again and again.

Back and forth.

Whenever the tribe sees hope for victory, there is always Duke, or Duke's creations, to prevent the tribe from gaining complete victory. It is impossible for Duke to leave his incarnation at the same time in every corner of the world like the legendary god.

There are legends about Duke circulating in every battlefield.

His tactics, his commander-in-chief, the strange but effective mechanical creations he invented, and every time he thwarted the tribal offensive.

Orgrim couldn't help wondering if God specifically sent Duke to deal with their tribe!

Without Duke! The tribe has conquered half of the world of Azeroth.

There, on the balcony of the tower of the palace, the maids who were just exclaimed were silent, and the guards of the royal family stood stunned. Everyone was stupid and looked at Kalia, who was yelling on the balcony. princess!

"The Holy Light is on! It's Duke! Oh my hero! He's here to save me! He's here to save the entire city of Lordaeron! Duke! Duke! Duke" smiles and yells, usually gentle and dignified, dignified Princess Kalia, who is the model of the whole lady of Lordaeron, at this moment, unwillingly vents her grievances and fears.

Every girl has the dream of Prince Charming.

A brutal orc struck.

In the absence of the father ...

When there isn't any Minister General around him ...

When his younger brother can't stop the enemy from invading ...

At a time when I was already pessimistic and desperate, ready to die ...

Here comes Duke.

Riding a pure white gryphon.

Beautiful, majestic, legendary gryphon.

As she prayed and expected, Duke came at the most critical time.

As the savior, he saved Lordaeron with his supreme magic.

Kalia couldn't describe her inner ecstasy and excitement. She only knew that that cult of worship had ignited every cell in her body. She only knew that her soul would only be branded with Duke.

She kept shouting Duke's name, like a cult fan of gods, willing to burn her life for him ...

After repulsing the Horde a few times, Duke flashed a few times, and suddenly appeared in front of the Alsatian Prince in shock.

The guards instinctively assumed a fighting posture, and were relieved after seeing Duke's Alliance emblem.

"Is His Highness Arthas Menethil? I'm Duke Marcus, the deputy commander of the league."

Arthas wanted to take a closer look. This league legend, who looked a little shorter than himself and was a few years older than himself, knew that the military situation was urgent and quickly said: "I am Alsace. Your deputy commander has What did you command? "

"The situation is urgent. I need an authorization from His Highness to open the control of the Eastern Magical Teleportation of Lordaeron and all the magic towers in the entire Eastern District." (To be continued.)