Stormwind God

At this moment, Dalaran, the atmosphere echoing in the air was very strange.

"Lord Danron's elite is defeated?"

"Not afraid, we have His Excellency Duke Marcus!"

"Yeah! As long as he's still there, we have nothing to be afraid of."

A large-scale elite assault that could have been written into the annals of history and surpassed the imagination of mortals has become the biggest joke. Just like the silly orcs before, they played naval battles with humans on the vast ocean, and delivered food. Today Lordaeron has become the biggest laughing stock.

An elite knight who assembled more than half of the kingdom was slaughtered at least 70% in less than an hour. King Terenas could well imagine that in the following days, he would be blamed from the Lordaron aristocracy.

If it's just a simple defeat, it's okay to lose. It is a big deal that the whole Lordaeron will be carried together, and everyone will go home together to make a wound.

Piansheng also had a Duke.

Duke, who had thought that he hadn't died in any corner, ran out again, perfectly using Lordaeron's elite as a bait, which led to a large number of chiefs of the tribe.

What about a good leader?

How did the big country Lordaeron turn into an abandoned gun stopper?

A stale breath slammed into King Terenas' chest, almost gasping, and passed out on the spot.

Terenas's face was very dark and black, which was not much better than touching the carbon ash.

He was trembling all over. Someone else might feel that he was distressed for the sharp loss. Only he knew that he had resentment against a younger junior he had never looked down on.

Either Anduin Losa or Duke Marcus, the candidates for the two league leaders are in themselves no way.

Use the noble birth of Lothar as a mascot, and then kick Duke away when the battle is unfavorable. That's what Terenas thought. With these two pot-boys, Lordaeron's general was promoted to the commander of the alliance, which is already a natural thing.

Who would know that Anduin and Duke perfectly cooperated, one dominated the western battlefield, and the other perfectly coordinated the entire alliance, organized multiple successful military operations, and expanded the alliance from eight to ten countries?

Just thinking about it is crazy.

Once compromised, two small country hulks in the remote south became heroes of the alliance. His own Lordaeron paid for his own money, but not his core position ...

Take a look, now the eyes of the kings of all countries looking at Terenas are all red * naked * naked ridicule, all eyes on the idiot!

Terenas almost wanted to send someone to kill Duke on the spot.

But he held back.

Whether the problem of the Red Dragon Queen can be solved is still unknown. If he stumbles to Duke at this juncture, the first time he can't catch up, the second time the alliance really collapses, and it will not do any good to Lordaeron.

Knowing that he was almost out of control, but the cultivator of the old politician suppressed his emotional impulses and gradually calmed his fierce heartbeat.

"It seems that our old bones are still out of date, and the future of the league still depends on young people like Marcus!" No more annoyance, no more excitement, if it was not for a moment ago, everyone would think that Thai Reinas is a kind senior elder who can take care of his younger generations.

Yes, for Duke, Terenas decided that since he couldn't suppress it, he would kill it. Holding this little young man to the sky, according to his experience, he could not see through this scheming. Once he was so proud, it was time for him to fall into hell.

There was a sneer in the corner of Terenas' mouth.

Unfortunately, Terenas is destined to fail. Duke is not a soil dweller from the small village of Azeroth who has not seen at the age of sixteen!

The idea of ​​Terenas far in the sky cannot be known by Duke. He did not take into account the huge losses of Lordaeron.

Really, the Lordaeron unexpectedly attacked and helped him to block his gun, which was absolutely unexpected. From beginning to end, Duke never thought about pitting a messy Lordaeron.

This is already a matchup beyond the ordinary. What do you, a little Lordaeron, run to blend in?

Terenas is dead, is it my pot again?

Do not! I don't carry this pot.

Duke focused on finding Alexstrasza.

From beginning to end, the two ancient guardian dragons, the Red Dragon Queen and the Black Dragon King, are the focus of this drama.

Unfortunately, Duke is completely unknown about what will happen next. As a butterfly that stirs up the trend and changes history, Duke has changed too much.

In the original history, because Orgrim's main force has been destroyed, only a small dragon-throat clan clinging to Grim Batol. In the absence of Zuluhed, the orcs who control the [Devil's Soul] Warlock Nekrus took the most idiotic way. He took people to carry a large number of red dragon eggs, and left the fort.

Now, the orc main force has not completely collapsed. The tribe's card is still strong, not to mention several ancient red dragons helping out.

Neckluz has nothing to run, so this is likely to be a tough battle.

Sure enough, Nekrus came.

Silent and silent, an ugly orc's head seems to be suspended in the dark, and the faint blue light circulating in the darkness reflects half of the old green face full of bumps. The long facial hair, like the withered orc warlock rooted on the cracked ground, is deeply sunken, and the dull luster on the face is reminiscent of a corpse.

Necklus clenched his lips tightly, as if there were two sharp stones on his thick lips, and he made two openings in his jaw to expose his fangs.

The hood embroidered with the devil's mantra, its extended shadow covered the position of the eye socket, and the eyeballs trapped in it were exuding dead eyes in the darkness.

If it wasn't for his breath, Duke would have thought he was an undead, not a living orc.

Nekrus spoke, with a voice reminiscent of death. His common language was terrible, and Duke just barely understood: "Duke Marcus, the Horde's nightmare. Unexpectedly, you still come Now. "

Duke Staff stunned: "For this world, your tribe is a nightmare."

"Ha ha ha!" Nekrus gave a rude and unpleasant laughter: "Unfortunately, after today, only two nightmares are left."

Nekrus is right, the Red Dragon Legion is already the last big name of the tribe. After losing the main force of the two major clans, Blackstone and Warsong, in terms of quantity and quality, the tribe no longer has the upper hand. The coalition's horrific military mobilization capabilities have only now been revealed.

Duke pouted his lips and imposed a conclusion on this meaningless argument: "You die, I live!" (To be continued.)