Stormwind God

In this way, in the spirit of shared hardships, the bosses on both sides of the alliance and the tribe, for a not ridiculous reason, in this unexpected super marathon, established a deep friendship ... No wonder!

Well, in the process, friendly eye-to-eye communication similar to "believe it or not, I will do you back" is indispensable.

Of course, Sar also shouted that Duke was a monster.

You know, Thrall is not the virtue of the Archmage who has never seen a human. At that time, a morning star came to the gladiatorial arena, all of them were standing up, dozens of guards opened the way, and knight followers were around.

Then the middle-aged mage, who was in her forties, had to be supported by people on the steps. When he got into a carriage, he also wanted a slave to kneel down and give a spine a foot pedal, and trembled up.

Most mages have been holding a jar of medicine all day long before they are old, like an old man with a dead candle.

Switching to Duke, the contrast is too great.

Isn't it?

You, a noble Sun Master, do n’t bring followers to a group of orcs. You have better endurance than many orcs. What the **** is this?

No, this has nothing to do with the mage.

Watching Duke's brisk pace as if flying in the air, Thrall was sure that Duke had learned the wizard ranger.

"Sir Marcus, although I have no intention to pry into your secrets, I am so surprised by your stamina, speed and agility!" Thrall asked again.

"Ah! Nothing! When two women around you are the strongest ranger in the world, in order to prove that you are a man, you will practice such skills."

Duke looked up at sixty degrees, and two lines of illusory tears might flow in the corner of his eyes.

Almost instantly, Thrall thought Duke was a man with a story.

what!

It was a sweet nightmare that lasted for ten years!

Forget the past!

Duke's eyes seemed to travel through time and space, back to the past ...

"Dear, do sit-ups, and kiss once you come up." Aurelia gently pressed Duke's feet with her knees, and then held Duke's ankle gently with both hands, as long as Duke got up Once, you can see Aurelia's sweet smiley face, kisses, and the pair of Hyjal peaks that do not match the elven style.

"Giggle to chase me! As long as you catch up with me, or run a thousand meters long, I'll be willing to unlock it for you ... New !! Posture! Trend!" Windsor ran in front while shy , Wearing a veil, swaying in front of Duke with a seductive figure.

All kinds of ‘man is what ’s driving’ drove Duke, a lazy worm with little life motivation, to have a strong feces!

Unconsciously, ten years have passed!

In fact, after the first year had passed, Duke was already able to pack the Windrunner sisters into crying fathers and yells, yelling not. However, for some reason, in the case of Aurelia and Winreza constantly changing prizes, they persisted for ten years.

Although Duke scatters dog food, he almost drives Gavenlad to a ten-meter-high virgin virgin, but Duke ...

This time is different! !! !!

Regardless of professional skills, Duke alone can definitely open the gate of Thrall's guard camp and shout in orc: "I want to fight ten!" Then pack up a circle of people and pat Dust came out safely.

There is always an end to the long dash.

Running from morning to evening, after listening to Grom snarling for nearly 8 hours, "Duke I'm going to kill you!", Duke finally exploded.

Duke stopped in front of a huge well with blue water shining from the well.

He ignored Thrall and others who were spreading aside, ignored the nearly 10,000 roaring evil orcs, and cast his gaze directly on the face of Grom * Hellscream, who was a bit unconscious.

Duke arrogantly raised his left **** to Roar with international universal gestures. In fact, he showed Roar to the ring with the Marcus family crest on his hand, and then ticked the index finger on the right hand.

"Grom, aren't you trying to kill me? Come on!"

In the wind, Duke's seemingly thin body seemed to fall down as soon as it blew, and with the wicked smile of the corner of his mouth, how could he feel that he was dying.

Partial Thrall had a hunch that Duke would succeed.

Sure enough, when Duke provoked, the unconscious tribe's first warrior, Grom * Hellscream, uttered a thunderous thunder, and then jumped up high.

Jump off!

A seemingly bland, offensive skill that exposed his weaknesses quite well, was trained by Grom and used no less than a million times.

After a million cultivations, even a bland move will produce a sublimation that is unimaginable to others.

That was a blow that transcended fighter skills and violated most common physical knowledge.

When Grom's burly body jumped to a height of five floors, a fierce **** axe bloomed, and the axe became one, and the unscientific acceleration began.

If the initial momentum was like a meteor falling to the ground, then the second half would be an instant split across ten meters of space!

Chief Chief Thrall couldn't imagine how Duke would survive this move.

In the past, even if Grom kept his hand, he could only cross the [Destruction Hammer] extremely hard and carry it hard with his physical power.

Because it's impossible to hide.

What about Duke?

There was such a momentary trance in Thrall's mind. If Duke couldn't escape, and Grom had chopped Duke with an axe, would he be able to help the tribe get rid of this alliance enemy?

Unfortunately, Thrall is doomed to be disappointed.

Grom in a violent state, although his attack speed and attack power have soared, but his moves are too big and the attack position and line are extremely obvious.

Even at the moment he jumped up, the system elf had drawn the whole line of Grom from the jump to the attack point in Duke's mind, and the damage and scope of the axe to the ground were all calculated. Clearly.

Under the simulation of this supercomputer's tactical system, Grom's attack is more like a clown with a smile from a blogger.

The violent and violent windbreak sounded, and as expected, the horrible destructive force, Grom's [Blood Roar] fiercely smashed into the ground, smashing a huge cobweb-like crack that was frightening.

unfortunately……

Miss!

Duke gave off half of his body in a chic manner, seemingly and dangerously escaped the blow. But his face with ridicule and incomparably calm, at this moment deeply imprinted in the souls of a number of tribal strongmen such as Thrall, Lexar, Woking, Warlock, and Brocks.

Duke shot.