Chapter 167 Temporary Withdrawal of Troops

Grom Hellscream widened his bell-sized eyeballs, bloodshot eyeballs filled with disbelief.

Unlike other rough orcs, Grom was born of the Burning Blade clan, which is the most skillful, willful and thoughtful. This clan, which is rich in sword masters, is different from most orcs in the whole battle concept.

Grom knew full well that his confident blow had been misdirected.

A slight difference is a thousand miles away.

Tiny deviations were constantly accumulating, and that miraculous combo was transmitted back from his [Blood Roar], which communicated with his mind.

Originally, even if there was a 10-foot-thick city wall in front of him, Grom had the confidence to penetrate it, and finally he chopped the ax on the enemy's back.

He miscalculated.

He, a mysterious human mage who has never met before, possesses amazing skills that amaze him.

Even if he just witnessed it from a distance, he could understand what Duke did just now.

An ax that is enough to split mountains and ground is like chopping countless layers of paper. Each layer of paper slightly weakens the power on the axe. Bit by bit, like water drops through a stone.

It's just that Duke's method is more extreme, and it's also more accurate.

The three-digit mid-level spell combo caused a deflection to the blow that was destined to kill.

"Ah!" Grom Hellscream let out a long sigh. The sigh was low and inaudible, almost ethereal.

He, who never lost confidence, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness. In order to win, he injected the will power of the whole family into [Blood Roar]. It feels like this almost forcibly distorted the cause and effect of fate. However, the other party brought the fate back to the original track incomparably lightly, just like water flowing downhill, the sun always rises after the long night, and the year is divided into four seasons and a reciprocating cycle...

This ax, if you say it will hit it, it doesn't count, but if I say it won't hit it, it won't hit it!

Amidst countless orcs looking up, the famous [Blood Roar] finally deviated from its original track and brushed past Duke less than half a meter away.

The griffin under Duke was so startled that several bird feathers fell off, and Daniel was so scared that he pissed out. However, it just didn't cause any real loss to this hateful destroyer Duke Marcus.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!" The griffin flew higher and higher, soaring into the sky after a few efforts, turning into a small black spot that is almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving only a series of wanton and arrogant smiles to the hard-working orc Voice.

Almost every orc's face is black.

Maybe it was smoked, or it was simply black face.

Such an earth-shattering big explosion happened a thousand meters away, with raging flames, thick smoke, and clearly audible howls. The human defenders on the outer wall of Stormwind City couldn't hear or see it. up.

Looking at the griffin descending from the clouds again, and seeing Duke's iconic mage robe on the griffin, the defenders involuntarily let out deafening cheers.

"Well done! Count Marcus!"

"Fuck those green skins to death!"

"Burn, burn, burn! It's better to burn them all to death!"

"Lord Marcus—you are our patron saint—"

Duke asked Daniel to drive the griffin, slowly flying over the outer city wall, and every time he raised his hand, there was a louder cheer.

Lothar flew over with a small group of Griffin Riders.

The older and more handsome Azeroth male god, with wavy black hair fluttering in the wind, heard his loud laughter like a lion's roar before he approached.

"Hahaha! Good job Duke!"

"Hi! I almost lost my life there. Several chiefs of the tribe probably hate me."

"It's okay! Even if you are really stuck there, I am sure to lead someone to rescue you."

Looking at Lothar's plate of hemp rope with a slipknot on the Griffin's butt, Duke rolled his eyes: You damn Lothar actually told the truth. When the time comes to play noose like a cowboy and pull me up by the neck?

"Cut! If it wasn't for you, Ryan wouldn't have allowed me to dispatch all the Griffin Riders."

There was a sudden warmth in Duke's heart.

A group of griffins flew to the inner wall of Stormwind City, near the flight point to the east. The griffin spread its huge wings and began to slow down. It flapped a few times, and its sharp claws made a sharp sound on the thick dry grass.

Before the griffin stopped, Lothar had turned over deftly.

But there was one person who approached faster than Lothar - Storm King Ryan.

"How's the result?" Ryan asked impatiently.

"It's okay, the orcs will leave for a while."

"Are you sure?" Ryan had undisguised surprise on his face.

"Of course!" Duke's voice raised an octave. "Not only did I burn down most of their tents, but I also added some seasoning to their only source of water."

"Condiments?"

Almost at the same time, the chief of the tribe, Black Hand, was about to change his name to Black Face.

"Report, the water source has been poisoned?"

"Poisoned? How did the running water poison it?" Kilrog, who was beside him angrily, asked the black-handed captain.

"I don't know. But the water flowing down from the mountain is green. My people have confirmed it personally. Once the livestock drank it, they died a few times. Some people saw the figure of Naga in the water. It should be the Naga on the human side. Poisoned."

"Isn't there water to stop it?" Orgrim asked.

"It was blown up by that human mage. It was too messy just now, and no one of us noticed."

"..." Several tribal bosses fell silent at the same time.

At first, Elwynn Forest was full of murlocs and naga frenziedly raiding orc laborers for water along the river. But Orgrim came up with an idea, that is to build rough river dams so that Naga and murlocs can't get in and out.

After a few times when the naga tried to go ashore, bypass the dam and then go into the water, and then was ambushed by orcs, the naga was almost invisible in Elwynn Forest.

Unexpectedly, he was attacked by Duke this time and directly let Naga in.

Now it's all right, all the big trees that can enjoy the shade have been burned clean by Duke, and the only water source has also been polluted.

This is not tens of thousands of people, the number of people is small, and maybe they can slowly dig deep wells.

The problem is that there are 300,000 troops here!

Orcs are very brave warriors, but they are not undead, they also need to eat and drink. Without water, this is definitely a very serious problem.

Black Hand was very violent, he hadn't completely lost his mind, the word muttered several times in his throat before it popped out between his teeth: "Withdraw!"

Over there, the passionate sound from the direction of the city gate was deafening, spreading throughout Stormwind City.

Every soldier and civilian in the city raised his head in a daze, and looked at the outer city wall in bewilderment.

Not long after, there was an orderly galloping wildly, shouting:

"Good news! Good news! Sky mage Earl Duke Marcus raided the orc base camp, killing and injuring tens of thousands of orcs. Now the orcs have begun to retreat from the south gate!"