Chapter 162 I Am Your Nightmare

"Of course you have to remember me, because I will become your nightmare!"

What Duke had said in Orcish tongue still echoed in the ears of Orgrim Doomhammer. It's like a mockery, and it's like a nightmare that can never be shaken off.

The great chief Blackhand came to Orgrim with his guards, and Blackhand growled: "You know that human mage!?"

"Of course! It was this Duke Marcus who repelled me and my men's raid! I was already in front of the human warchief's throne!"

The muscles on Black Hand's face twitched. Of course, he knew that the best way to deal with the spellcaster was to find a stronger spellcaster. But he had no choice, the order from the Shadow Council was still not cut off, but he couldn't even find a warlock.

With one hand clasping Orgrim's shoulder armor roughly, he pulled Orgrim's body over. With a roaring voice, the black hand sprayed the saliva on Orgrim's face, and gave the death order: " Now is the time for you to wash away your disgrace! My adjutant! In order to prevent you from escaping, dead eyes will be on you! Go—"

Orgrim's facial muscles convulsed like an electric shock, and the word 'shame' deeply stimulated Orgrim's nerves.

He didn't argue. In the eyes of orcs, failure is failure. Failure is irrefutable.

The chief didn't execute him in the first place because of this, which is already kind. Even though he still harbored deep anger over the death of his friend Durotan, he knew that this was not the time to challenge the Warchief's Black Hand.

"Follow me!!" Orgrim raised his hand, and the elite orcs belonging to him rushed to the hill not far from Mirror Lake like a brutal torrent of killing.

Next to Orgrim's elite Blackrock clan, there was a menacing army that kept pace with Orgrim's men.

That's Kilrogg* Deadeye's Bleeding Hollow elite.

The Blood Ring Clan - This clan was once the most powerful clan in the tribe, and it still has an astonishing number of people and powerful combat power.

Unfortunately, what they ran into was Duke who was not restrained by a warlock.

If they are the evil darkness that engulfs the earth, then Duke is the morning light that washes away the shadows.

In the morning light, Duke was shining with golden light all over his body, and behind him was a lion flag of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Duke stood on the top of the hill, proudly looking down at thousands of orcs crawling over like ants.

"Hahaha! Daniel, carry the flag for me. I want to let these guys know that the Kingdom of Stormwind is not easy to mess with. Hahahaha!" Duke's manic laughter spread into the ears of Daniel who was in charge of carrying the flag behind him.

Unknowingly, Daniel also became ambitious.

I often hear how awesome Duke is, but I haven't seen it, and I don't have such a real feeling.

How many orcs are there down there?

At least tens of thousands, this is enough power to destroy the entire kingdom.

But can Duke face it so proudly?

Looking at Duke, who was bathed in the morning light and looked radiant all over, Daniel was infatuated for a moment. It was a kind of fanatical hero worship.

Duke? A general who sits on one side of the battlefield?

No! Shaking tens of thousands of terrifying orc army with his own strength, this has already surpassed the scope of generals.

If the simple-minded Daniel had to think of an adjective, it would be...God!

Protect the patron saint of the entire kingdom!

At the foot of the mountain, the orc warriors had the honor of encountering human mages who were not suppressed by their own warlocks on the Elwynn Forest battlefield for the first time, and who were fully fired. Once the huge fireball is impacted, it immediately releases all the energy contained in it. The terrifying impact force easily lifts the turf and blows away tree roots, and the sputtered flames spread directly on the orc warriors.

Fear of flames is the instinct of most creatures.

That kind of scorching feeling beyond the limit of the body's tolerance, not every fighter can easily conquer the leap with courage.

Thirty-six huge flame magic circles, tilting the fireball the size of a water tank almost continuously. This is a flame storm that is even more meteor fire rain than meteor fire rain.

After being blasted into the sky by the fireball, many orc warriors fell down and wailed a few times before being swallowed by the flames, and within a short while they turned into corpses exuding a disgusting smell of scorching.

The flames of the explosion kept shining, and Daniel behind Duke couldn't help squinting his eyes. Not far from his vision, although many orcs were burned to death, more orcs had entered the final charge , their front spread out into an arc, neither dense nor too sparse to surround Duke.

Of course, the forty-degree sloping mountain road slowed down their speed slightly. But for the orcs who can climb mountains as easily as eating and drinking, this is not a big problem.

Their speed of attack hardly slowed down.

"Cover your ears!" Duke said suddenly.

Daniel did as he was told.

In the next moment, a long river of flames suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, suddenly separating the subsequent orcs from entering the arena.

Then, continuous explosions sounded.

Those were the shells that Duke had dropped on the hills before dawn. For this reason, the few griffins in the Kingdom of Stormwind were exhausted. Because the tribe found a new direction to attack the city, all the cannons placed at the main gate of Stormwind City lost their meaning.

Under the shortage of capacity, it is impossible to pull these shells away, so Duke is simply allowed to play.

Just stepped on the mountainside, the shells detonated by the fire continued to explode at the feet of the orc warriors, and pillars of fire mixed with mud clods rose one after another. The heroic and resolute faces continued to fall in the flash of the explosion, while the orcs in a frenzy continued to advance to the top of the mountain over the corpses of their companions.

They were nearly 200 meters away from Duke. At this distance, the orcs were helpless against Duke.

But Duke was able to rely on his control over the elements of the entire sky around him, unscrupulously open the magic circuit of the Austrian Fire, and pour the magic onto the hills.

The deafening sound produced by the explosion shocked the entire orc army, and even the human warriors on the outer wall of Stormwind City more than a kilometer away.

Even the lowest level of fireball technique, the momentum it creates is quite astonishing. The exploding fireball almost turned the ground over. On the originally lush hill beside Mingjing Lake, every branch was broken by the hot air waves, and the broken branches kept flying and falling, and then flew again.

Among the Blackstone Clan and Blood Ring Clan rushing up the hill, flags symbolizing glory and strength were falling down one after another.

The Great Chief Black Hand at the foot of the mountain stared straight at him.

"This is impossible!"

In contrast, after seeing the raging flames and hearing the screams of the orcs, the soldiers of Stormwind City burst into thunderous cheers. On the top of the city, every soldier showed an expression of ecstasy.

They knew that their new Patronus, Duke Marcus, was teaching the orcs to be human.