Stormwind God

No orc knew why Duke was so strong all of a sudden.

With the rise of Duke's status, there are really no big men in the tribe who have fought head-to-head with Duke and can run back without death.

And Orgrim's understanding of Duke still stayed in Stormwind that year, when he broke into the storm fortress directly against the battle.

At that time, Duke, the feeling to Orgrim was that as long as he was given more time, killing was still possible. By no means like it is now, it is a sense of incompetence.

Even after two weakenings, Orgrim couldn't resist the arcane power of Duke.

Countless times of superposition of power, the shocking force generated instantly burst on the fist that Orgrim waved out, and then transmitted to the whole body, shaking his entire body to have a kind of his own next moment, it will collapse into a powdered collapse sense.

Although Orgrim, a battle-hardened man, instinctively determined that he would not die in this hit, and at the very least was seriously injured, the frustration that even Duke's sprout-shaped opponent couldn't take down, But Orgrim had a kind of sorrow for the hero's end.

At that instant, he recognized that the first thing to block him was the Black Scar clan chief, Kasdrak.

The second is that the entire tribe once despised and despised the mixed-race orc hero Lexar. As a hybrid of orcs and ogres, he has a larger and heavier body than orcs.

And at the last moment, the two heroes protected their chieftain with their bodies.

"Is I already weak enough to need protection?" Orgrim said to himself in his heart. This feeling is so desolate ...

Then, the pain that made the chief warrior die alive came to him, and then it was dark.

"Great Chief !?" all the orcs, each chief made the same exclaim.

What is a leader?

A leader is the backbone of a cluster, a collective soul and backbone.

Whether it was because Orgrim had been playing with Uther for a long time and had a half-injury, or because Duke had taken a great advantage in skills, or because Duke was so shocked by the momentum of liberating the Red Dragon Queen one strike.

Anyway, in the eyes of both the Alliance and the Horde, it was Duke that made Orgrim a second!

Don't worry about it, yell again.

"Orgrim is dead!"

"The league will win!"

"Kill!"

Compared with the tribe whose morale first fell to the trough and then fell into the abyss, the alliance side is completely the rhythm of taking aphrodisiac before hitting chicken blood.

Especially those unscientific Paladins, even in their heyday, the light was three points.

These guys broke through on the battlefield!

Break through the shackles of self!

Break through the limits of spirit and body!

Obviously, in terms of number and quality, the tribe still has the absolute upper hand, but in all directions, the sky and the ground, it is as if the tribe is being killed by the alliance.

And at this critical moment, Orgrim lost consciousness.

The snake has no head.

Because the chief warrior was in a coma, Zuluhed, who was just the deputy commander, took control of the dragon again. Blackback's deputy chief Saabek is on the front line. The weakness of the lack of unified command was instantly magnified infinitely.

The more brutal Kargas * Bladefist's order was to fight the league.

The more savvy and tactical Kilrogg stunned but ordered a retreat.

Two diametrically opposed orders created the greatest confusion among the orcs.

If Orgrim they could break through the defense in front of the iron gates in the morning, everything would be different.

If Orgrim throws Doomhammer without impulsiveness, maybe the battle will still be deadlocked.

Unfortunately, nothing if.

"Long live Duke Marcus!" Shouted the slogan, and in every passage, every pass, every gate, there were soldiers fighting for the Horde in the Alliance.

Duke did not participate in this pursuit. Although Morning Star Master can continue to restore the magic, he is really exhausted. Since Gul'dan had a secret calculation and activated the curse, he could not sleep peacefully for a day.

The shadow of death haunted his soul. Until just now, Alexstrasza, who had recovered his strength, immediately lifted his curse and stopped the rapid flow of his life. Then he was able to breathe secretly.

After all, it was a big comeback, and it took the biggest merit, and those little credits were given to the people below. I ca n’t eat meat by myself. The brothers below ca n’t even drink the soup.

After confirming the league victory, Duke suddenly softened his leg.

Windysa next to him quickly helped Duke.

"Duke !? Are you okay?"

"No! I'm a bit relieved after a full blow."

Completely subconsciously, Windsor put Duke's entire body on himself without much thought. The masculinity approaching again made Windsor a little confused, but she was filled with pride and pride.

The vision in front of her seemed a bit fuzzy, and the images described in the legend were intertwined with reality. At this moment, it seemed like back to 2800 years ago, when the humans and the high elves joined forces to expel the trolls in a dreamlike war.

It was a war between two ethnic alliances against the fate of death.

That year, they won everything.

After 2800, a new generation of elves and human heroes once again returned to this battlefield, fighting for the sacred vow that once again bloomed.

Today, it is the man who depends on himself.

A seemingly cowardly man who has done many miracles.

A man who has protected her and saved her life.

Windsor raised her long bow and shouted, "Long live Duke!"

Unlike Aurelia's and Duke's feelings, Windysa does not have the fate of the two of them. If you have to use an adjective to describe her feelings with Duke, it may be attributed to 'fanaticism' worship'. A natural passion that has passed the test of life and death.

In the face of Wen Leisha who looked back, his eyes were burning, and he couldn't wait to swallow him, Duke was a little stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "I always feel a little sorry for Aurelia!"

Windysha insisted: "Well! What the hell, the high elves never mind polygamy and polygamy. I don't believe that older sisters would be unwilling to share you with me."

"Uh, if, I mean if ..."

"There is no if. If there is such an if, I have to rob the elder sister even if the face is torn. Everyone is a woman, why ca n’t you rob it when you meet a good man. Quitting quietly and blessing the other party is not my character. "

After all, Windsor breathed directly into Duke. (To be continued.)