Stormwind God

The situation is clear. It is not that the tribe does not see rabbits and eagles now, but that it is impossible to get Mannoroth. Orcs always feel that someone has put a dagger on their carotid artery.

This is the second time that the flickering orc drinks demon blood!

Moreover, Mannoroth, as the forward of the Burning Legion, could not carry out the assembly of troops without solving it.

Since anyway, it ’s all about saving ‘Growler’ Grom, it ’s better to be more generous with Duke, he'll get it.

For the magic circle, the tribe is aggressive. The tribe at this point in time has not yet connected with the shaman in his hometown. Even Saar himself is only a standard warrior, and he is not the next-generation demon warrior. .

Duke easily found a mana node with strong magic in the Ashenvale, which was a moon well, and then released dozens of mage hands, dazzlingly arranged the magic array.

Seeing this scene, the tribe collective fell silent.

Woking gently encouraged Thrall: "Don't be discouraged! The life span of human beings is short-lived, and it is likely that there is no such evil person like Duke for a thousand years."

The implication is that Thrall is younger, and after Duke's death, Thrall has come out.

"The alliance is too strong. How the tribe will rise depends on your decision, my young chief."

Thrall nodded heavily.

Fifty meters away, Duke added a cross-shaped blue tendon on his forehead. Although it was far apart, Woking intentionally said it in a troll that Thrall would also listen to, but he couldn't hold the system elves' listening range and translation. Software is cruel!

Hey! If I say that I will live forever if I do not die in the hands of the devil, will your tribe collectively commit suicide by jumping into the sea?

Uh-huh, ordinary mind, ordinary mind ...

The magic circle does not need to take too much time. Instead of being a magic circle, it is better to be a relatively simple exorcism circle. As long as there is enough Stratholme holy water and the moon well, everything else is just auxiliary.

Moon well is a good thing!

The Moon Well, as the name suggests, is also inextricably linked to the Well of Eternity. It turned out that after the explosion of the Well of Eternity ten thousand years ago, the energy of the well water formed the Azeroth magic net that we are familiar with today, and some other scattered energy was scattered to all corners of the world.

Then the night elves rebuilt the scattered energy into the situation of the moon well to serve the night elves. It is said that the goddess of the moon sleeps in the lake of the Well of Eternity during the day. The night elves believe in the goddess of the moon, so they named these wells built by the energy scattered by the Well of Eternity.

As the purest energy liquid, Moonwell has its own purifying effect as long as it is not too strongly polluted. Duke still remembers the days when he had decontaminated the demon cloth into moon cloth and mixed up some small money in the game.

With everything settled, Duke spent about an hour under the guidance of the tribe scouts led by Rexxar, catching up with Grom and his Warsong Orc.

Coming down from the two-footed dragon and looking into the distance, he just attacked a night elven base, and the evil beasts were destroying in the base.

Lexar snorted in a poor general language: "Duke Marcus, see ... they will also participate in the forthcoming war against the Burning Legion ... please try to hurt them as little as possible!"

"I don't need you to say that, I will." Duke walked towards the camp full of flames and blood without looking back.

there

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Oh!"

A dark-eyed night elf hunter stared at the sky with a dead eye. She has been dead for a long time. She and her compatriots died here after fighting against the evil orcs. However, the evil orcs controlled by the blood of the demons did not let them go. Even if they died, it seemed like they were practicing swords. The evil orcs continued to attack the corpses with the general momentum of chopping their corpses completely.

Suddenly, the world was dark.

As if the cold wind that did not come out instantly extinguished the fire here, let the heart of every evil orc be a stimulus.

A huge Duke illusion, fifteen meters high, appeared at the door of the camp.

The sound of magic amplification sounded immediately.

Seeing the shadow of the human mage behind the cloak hunting in the wind, the scarlet pupils of almost every evil orc who turned back were shrunk.

Especially Grom * Hellscream!

Duke's face that made him both familiar and resentful easily evoked the long memories he had buried in his heart.

Duke held his hands flat with his palms up, and a priesthood was ready to embrace the lost lamb. Of course, in the eyes of the evil orcs, this is an extremely disgusting scene.

Duke spoke, and with each word he took a step forward in his huge virtual image.

"Who? Defeated the tribe's conquest of Azeroth?"

"Who is it? Let the millions of tribes fight to death in the other world, and turn them into bait in the sea, and turn into rotting meat on the loess?"

"Who? Defeat Orgrim, the great chief in your heart, and turn him into a prisoner?"

"Who is it? Let you stay in the wilderness, live a thirteen years of exile, and spend every day in fear?"

"Who else? Let tens of thousands of your fellow men become slaves! Let your next-generation orc grow up in a cage?"

Five questions, one sharper than one, and one more irritating than one.

Not to mention the insane Grom * Hellscream and his Warsong Orc in the camp, even Rexxar watching the scene from afar can't help shaking.

Sure enough, the next moment, Duke announced the answer himself.

"It's me who defeats the tribe."

"It's me who killed millions of tribal warriors!"

"It's me who cleans up your former chief, Orgrim!"

"You ca n’t own any piece of land, you can only suffer the painful daily lives of besieged fear, or me"

"The person who disguised the former warrior as a human slave is still me"

Speaking of which, Duke's huge virtual image gave rise to an incomparable evil charm and absolutely under-smile.

"Who am I? I'm not Duke Marcus, the enemy of your tribe!"

In the distance, Leksaming knew that this was a radical method, and he knew that Duke was now an ally of the Horde, but there was a urge to kill Duke!

This is the case with his sober and clever tribe. How can the evil orcs who have a bit overheated heads tolerate it?

Duke's virtual image swept across the hall with his fingers, arrogantly.

"I'm not targeting any of you, I mean all the evil orcs here, you are all rubbish"

"Don't agree !? Come and bite me?"