Chapter 161 Duke at the Mirror Lake

The words of followers have nothing to do with nationality, belief, or even ethnicity or race. The object of their allegiance is Duke as a mage.

This is not the case with the retainers. After all, the retainers are just the direct subordinates of a certain nobleman. Even the nobles of this era have tongue-twisters that their subordinates are not their own subordinates, which means that the king can't control the nobles' retainers. But with the righteousness of the king, if the retainers betray the nobles, they can still claim to be loyal to the king.

In terms of relationship, the followers are closer and more in line with the interests of the two young mages.

Although he knew that the qualifications of the two were limited, Duke still accepted them as his followers. Deciding on the title of master and servant can be regarded as a perfect end to the fate of coming out of Beijun Abbey together.

"Okay, now I will give you a task..."

After arranging the matter in Stormwind City, Duke didn't go out that night, and he slept soundly.

When Lothar asked him why he was so sure that the orcs would not come tonight, Duke replied, "Because the chieftain of the Horde is Black Hand now."

Lothar was puzzled by this.

Duke shook his index finger, looking full of numbers.

This is the benefit of the traversers. Only those who traverse will clearly know the difference in the military style of Blackhand and the next Great Chief, Orgrim*Doomhammer.

Blackhand is indeed a very good orc leader. His excellence is reflected in his toughness and personal prowess.

Blackhand, who drank the blood of the devil, has the common weakness of most green-skinned orcs - irritable and irrational. There is never a second thought other than just being head-on.

But Orgrim was not the same. He didn't drink the blood of the demon, which made his head quite clear. This gives Orgrim a natural advantage in using troops, he is more wise and rational. The same is true for Orgrim in history. As the most intelligent among the orcs, Orgrim once beat the entire league to the ground. In the second Dark Portal incident, the Horde will not be defeated.

Duke's conclusion that the tribe cannot send troops tonight is based on his understanding of the black hand.

At this moment, in the tribal camp.

Black Hand's giant hand, which was a little carbonized due to the chaotic power of nature, and extremely hard, smashed Orgrim's face with a fist.

Rao Orgrim had already tightened his muscles to prepare for the heavy blow, and Orgrim's resolute face was still severely deformed for a short time.

Orgrim's huge body weighing hundreds of kilograms was punched out of the tent by the black hand.

"You coward!! The Horde doesn't need a coward like you!" Blackhand growled.

"The opponent has a very powerful spellcaster! Where is Gul'dan when we need the support of the spellcaster the most!? Where are the Warlocks of the Shadow Council?" Orgrim yelled back unwillingly.

Although the orcs are brave and irrational, they still have rules.

Mystery belongs to mystery, and warrior belongs to warrior.

The opponent's spellcaster has been dealt with by the shaman in the tribe since ancient times. After the shaman profession withered, it was replaced by warlocks.

The great chief was speechless for a while, and immediately said: "Gul'dan has more important things to do, such as repairing the Dark Portal!"

This is a strong argument, and a good reason.

If the Dark Portal is repaired, the Horde will once again have a steady stream of reinforcements. Although the tribal fighters left in that ruined world were not the most elite, they couldn't stand the large number.

Orgrim shook his head and stood up stubbornly: "Black Hand! Tomorrow! Give me another 20,000 elite members of the Blackrock Clan! If you still can't kill them, you will see my head."

"Okay!" The black hand was ready to act recklessly.

Mirror Lake is located directly south of Stormwind City. If you go to Stormwind City from the Golden Town in the southeast of Stormwind City, you will easily see this huge lake on the left side of the main road.

Now, Mingjing Lake has also become one of the lifelines of the orc army.

It was hot summer, and the high temperature scorched the earth, giving both attackers and defenders the same discomfort. When not on combat missions, orcs are mostly happy to bask in the shade of trees. In order to prevent those damned murlocs and naga who obeyed the orders of humans from running down the river into Mirror Lake, the orcs had to use thousands of hard workers to build a temporary dam. In order to make this the most ideal place to get water for the orc army.

Mingjing Lake is located at the foot of a low mountain. In order to prevent humans from poisoning, it is only necessary to deploy enough patrols near the springs on the mountain.

And looking over from the mountain, you can clearly see all the movement on the outer wall of the human city Stormwind City located at the mouth of the valley.

However, in the early morning of this day, there was an additional atmospheric circulation that almost surrounded the entire mountain on this small mountain.

The constantly rotating circulation formed a storm, forming a nearly 100-meter-high air wall on the highest peak of the hill. The patrolling orcs tried to pass through this invisible atmospheric wall and enter it to see what happened. However, all orcs who attempted to do so were instantly torn apart by the violent wind.

The next moment, in response to the dawn, clusters of flames began to majestically sprinkle down from the top of the mountain to the vast land with the brilliance of the first arrival of the sun.

At first, every orc thought it was a hallucination. But soon, the conflagration spread easily as the fiery flames blasted down on the roof of the tribe's rough and disorderly barracks.

"Fire! Fire!"

As soon as the sleepy-eyed orc woke up from his sleep, he found that almost the entire camp was engulfed in flames.

The orcs are not defenseless against human fire attacks.

Many orc officers commanded the stupid orcs to put out the fire with sand. And let the orcs rush to Mingjing Lake to carry water to put out the fire. However, the flames in the sky were getting denser and denser, and the ever-increasing flames made the orcs' efforts to extinguish the fire useless.

Most of them took their weapons blankly and ran into the open space, not knowing what to do.

"Look at the mountain!" Finally, some orcs found that something was wrong on the mountain.

A stalwart figure stands at the highest point of the mountain. Behind him, the cloak fluttering in the wind is like a fluttering battle flag, attracting the attention of all the orcs.

The figure bathed in the morning light is extremely dazzling, as if he is the radiant sun, as if he is the son of light who dispels all darkness on the earth. Against the backdrop of the morning light, on the silver magic circle hanging in the void beside him, every fine line, every mysterious character was dyed with a layer of brilliant gold.

Countless fireballs shot out from these magic circles, drawing red arcs in the sky that symbolized death and destruction, and fell to the ground in shock.

The endless flames turned the entire land into a sea of ​​flames in just a dozen or so breaths!

Orgrim rushed out of the tent, looked at the mysterious and terrifying figure, and forcefully squeezed out a few words between his teeth:

"Duke Marcus!"