Chapter 168 A New Direction (Seeking Subscription, Monthly Pass)

The crowd involuntarily caused a greater commotion, and the black flames of the distant fire rose into the sky, which could be clearly seen even if they crossed the high city walls.

At first, everyone didn't know that it was Duke who set the fire, but when the messenger said it, the crowd immediately changed from commotion to boiling!

"Long live the Stormwind Kingdom!"

"Long live His Majesty Ryan!"

"Long live Lord Marcus—"

The people are simple and honest. Whoever can bring them a safe and happy life is their heaven and their god. Since the beginning of the Dark Portal War, the kingdom has been losing ground on all fronts.

Redridge Mountain has fallen.

Half of Duskwood fell.

Not long ago, the entire kingdom's most proud core area, Elwynn Forest, also fell into the hands of those cruel and terrifying orcs.

The most unbearable thing is that those green-skinned devils entered the city yesterday.

People were panicked, and people unknowingly lost their trust in the king and even the entire kingdom.

At this time, the news of Duke's victory suddenly came, like a clear spring, washing away the haze in people's hearts. This timely victory is tantamount to a booster, which has restored the confidence of the army and the people.

The Horde withdrew, even if it was temporary, which caused the sword of Damocles hanging overhead to move a little bit. People are like this, although they vaguely know that they are actually still hovering near the gate of hell, but as long as they don't see it with their own eyes, the threat will not be so obvious.

Neptune Duke.

Hero Duke!

Duke, the new guardian of the kingdom!

The fame of Duke Marcus is spreading wildly in various ways. In the next few days, Duke even rode a griffin to set fires all over Elwynn Forest.

Tangtang, a sky mage, went to be an arsonist.

This is an incredible thing for a self-proclaimed noble mage. There used to be voices of opposition, but in the face of the astonishing results, such voices quickly disappeared without a trace.

First, Duke has the absolute support of the king.

Secondly, now that the royal mage group has withered talents, the only morning star mage is only serving as the king's bodyguard, Duke who appeared as the hero who killed Sargeras, no one has the right to say something to Duke Four.

Duke's arson was effective.

Hot summer, the word is not a lie. The dry forest is almost on fire, and a few fireballs in the upwind direction are a forest fire that is almost impossible to extinguish.

If it weren't for Orgrim's proposal to ask the orc clans to take emergency precautions, the orcs' losses would have been even greater.

Duke was so ruthless that he set fire to the forest, which was unexpected by Orgrim. The thick smoke from the continuous fire covered the sky and the sun, and almost the entire forest was turned into a hell of flames.

Except for those areas where the trees had been cleared early, or the lakes and rivers in the Elwynn Forest, all the trees were burned by Duke.

The ensuing problems made all the bosses of the tribe almost go crazy.

"We have no food." Orgrim was the first to speak in the tribal chief level meeting.

Horde warriors fight humans one by three on the battlefield. The same goes for food intake.

Manic orcs are not soft and weak humans in their eyes, who can live on bread. To maintain that burly physique, a substantial diet of meat is essential.

The hunters of the tribe go deep into the forest every day and kill a large number of animals. Unlike Draenor, the hometown of orcs, there are not many large or even giant creatures in Elwynn Forest. What kind of wild boar, wolf man, and even the captured murlocs have all become the orcs' lunch.

In the forest, only creatures larger than squirrels are almost killed.

They didn't feel it when the territory expanded rapidly before, but now the offensive has stalled, and the forest was suddenly set on fire. These guys whose brains are 99% muscular realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Isn't the hard worker learning how to raise pigs?" Hei Shouwen asked in a low voice.

"Pigs don't grow up in a day." Orgrim didn't think about Blackhand's brainlessness before, but now he only thinks that such a great chief in the tribe stand is like riding a giant wolf rushing towards hell.

All the chiefs cast their eyes on the face of the great chief, Black Hand, asking him to make up his mind.

As the first great chief of the tribe, Blackhand is not a character with a good brain. Perhaps, Gul'dan specially picked Blackhand at the beginning to facilitate his own control.

Similarly, among the clans, the bravest and most able to fight are often the chiefs. Most of the smartest are the shamans in the clan.

But now, the profession of shaman has declined, and the warlock who replaced it is mysterious and sneaky. Recently, the warlocks of the entire Shadow Council have disappeared.

Suddenly the black hands were asked to take out the regulations, but the black hands really couldn't get them out.

Involuntarily, the great chief Blackhand cast his eyes on the face of Orgrim Doomhammer, his most trusted lieutenant.

At this moment, the anger in Orgrim's heart suddenly became fiercer by hundreds of times and thousands of times.

He has had enough!

Fed up with the Warchief of the Shadow Council who sheltered and killed his friends, the Durotan and his wife.

We've had enough of this reckless warchief who puts no thought into the life and death of the tribe's warriors.

Enough of this black hand who has no brains and no responsibility when things happen!

Orgrim made a decision - after the tribe survived this crisis, he would follow the traditions recognized by each clan to launch the 'Mak'Gora' against the chieftain black hand to compete for the chieftainship. He wants to kill the puppet of the Shadow Council in a duel, and then clean up the Shadow Council.

But Duke's fierce and effective magic attack impressed Orgrim too much.

Only a mystic can deal with a mystic!

Whether to kill Gul'dan and his warlocks... Orgrim hesitated for the first time.

However, it is better to solve the immediate crisis first.

Orgrim pointed to the north on the military map collected from humans: "It doesn't take so many tribal warriors to capture this small Stormwind City. Warchief, I suggest that we divide our forces. In this place called Ironforge In the place where there is another weak and small humanoid creature called a dwarf. Since the tribe wants to become the master of this land, we should not let any force on the land go.”

The eyes of Blackhand and the chiefs suddenly lit up.

When I first arrived in Azeroth, the entire tribe was blinded, neither knowing where this place was, nor how many enemies there were, and where they were.

Although Gul'dan has repeatedly emphasized the weakness of the enemy, in fact these weak enemies are not their opponents when fighting, but the entire tribe has always been in a state of blindness about where to fight and how many people to send to fight.

After killing many humans, the chiefs learned more information through the captured maps.

Now Orgrim's proposal undoubtedly pointed them in a brighter direction.

Something happened today, I almost thought I couldn't even do the guaranteed update... Khan, I'm sorry, I'll try my best to make up for it later