Chapter 1218 You! No! Match!

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Either win or die!

A sentence that makes your blood boil no matter how many times you hear it!

It has long surpassed the words itself and has become a symbol, a totem, and a symbol that represents the will of the orcs.

To be honest, as long as the war stopped, Duke had at least double-digit methods to cripple or even destroy the tribe. However, after hearing Grom's words "Lok-tar, ogar!", Duke suddenly felt a little unbearable.

In Duke's mind, the history of Azeroth is the history of the struggle between the Alliance and the Horde. As a human being, deep down in his heart, Dukba cannot let the tribe die. But as a witness to a brand new history, Duke began to feel a little reluctant to let go after integrating into this world...

"Phew! Let the boat straighten out naturally when it reaches the bridge!" Duke whispered to himself.

Putting the grievances between the Alliance and the Horde out of his mind, Duke turned around and shouted: "Vanessa, go and skin the dragon."

"Damn it! I'm your weak little maid! You actually asked a lady to do such a rough job?" Although Vanessa kept complaining, her hands were not idle at all. In the meantime, she took [Fink's Skinning Knife] and ran over.

Just as Vanessa was approaching Nefarian's huge purple-scaled body, an unexpected surprise happened.

"Rumble!" The violent spatial fluctuations alarmed Duke's entire team.

Everyone picked up their weapons and looked at the scene in front of them in amazement.

I don’t know what happened, but a pool of black water as big as a small lake suddenly spread across most of the highest platform of the Black Stone Tower.

In the blink of an eye, many dark squid tentacles emerged from the black water.

"Ah!" Vanessa exclaimed, immediately started [Sprint], jumped back three times in a row, and retreated back into the cover of several soldiers.

Seeing the system prompts, Duke felt bad, and couldn't help but lost his voice: "En'zoth!?"

"Hey hey hey! It's me!"

"What are you doing here? Your cage..."

"It has nothing to do with the cage, I'm just here to collect my sacrifice. Since Nefarian, this idiot, promised me that if he can't sacrifice his sister Onyxia, he will regard himself as my sacrifice. I reluctantly recovered him now..." N'Zoth's terrifying whispers were heard from almost all directions in the sky and on the ground at the same time.

Obviously it is not a common language for human beings, but it is directly known to people at the soul level.

This was not a deliberate mental attack by N'Zos. However, this kind of snatching of trophies still made Duke very unhappy!

"Hmph! Take Nefarian's body? Have you asked me?" Duke snorted and opened fire. Hundreds of large and small magic circuits in the body instantly reached their limit.

The next moment, more than a thousand splendid magical rays of light almost dazzled everyone's eyes.

Everyone thought that N'Zoth would use some weirder magic shield to block Duke's violent attack. Who knew that more than a thousand octopus tentacles nearly 100 meters high would rise up from the dark pool. N'Zoth actually used his own split limbs to withstand Duke's magical craze.

"What!?"

"Haha! Duke*Marcus, we will give you the duel you want...but not now...hehehe!" A gentle sneer followed the wind.

Along with that hair-raising laughter, N'Zoth's tentacles, the black water, and Nefarian's huge body and head all disappeared into the air as if in a dream.

It was as if Nefarian, the Black Dragon King, had never existed, and the fierce battles Duke and the others experienced were also fake.

"Damn it!" Gavin Rad stamped his feet fiercely, and his heavy leg armor made a clanging sound on the hard ground.

Duke patted Gavin Ladd on the shoulder and comforted him: "Forget it! Although our victory benefits more than one party, victory is victory! We should be happy."

Gavin Ladd felt better now.

After scouring the ground and plundering the surrounding loot again, Duke easily opened the teleportation door on this tower top platform that was no longer blocked by the powerful shadow force and connected to the teleportation room in Stormwind City.

Almost as soon as they stepped out of the portal, Duke and the others were frightened by the exclamations and cheers that rushed towards them.

They understood the cheers, but why were they exclaimed?

"Oh! By the Holy Light, you are finally back!" Duke Bolvar Fordragon, who was left behind, rushed over immediately.

"What's wrong? Bolvar, what happened?"

"Big deal! Of course it's a big deal!"

A week before Duke and the others returned, something truly major happened in the league.

The cause of the incident was originally a trivial matter that did not seem serious.

When Naxxramas was raging all over the world and casting undead everywhere, Alexandros Mograine, who announced his retreat to the second line, had to come out again and shoulder the important task of defending the holy city of Stratholme.

On this day, his eldest son Renault found him.

"Father, I want to propose to Sally."

"What!?" Alexandros was shocked on the spot when he heard this. The next moment, a wave of anger filled Old Mograine's face: "You unscrupulous man! Do you have the guts to say it again!?"

Renault was shocked, but the desire for love drove him. He went to his head and shouted desperately: "I like Sally! What's wrong with this? We have been together since we were children, and I love her! I Desire to make her my wife!”

Renault's answer was an extremely angry punch from his old father.

The fist filled with holy light directly beat Reno around in the air, and then he fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed state, knocking over a bunch of tables and chairs.

"You beast! Sally Whitemane was entrusted to my care by my comrade before he died! She is my stepdaughter! In Lordaeron's household registration, her name is in the line for my children - if she If she wants, she can even inherit my surname, Mograine!" Alexandros kicked his eldest son again: "She is your sister! Legally! Legally! You actually want to To blaspheme her? What a ****! Are you crazy or what?"

Faced with his father's roar, Renault argued hard: "Sally and I are not related by blood!"

"Shut up! You have learned the way of the Holy Light for so many years from dogs?" Alexandros was furious.

"No! This has nothing to do with the Holy Light. I love her! Father, let me ask you, if she was not your daughter, would you allow me to marry her?" Renault yelled.

Old Mograine paused for a full three seconds, and finally said three words on his livid face: "You! No! Not worthy!"