Chapter 192 Burning the City

Everyone at the scene knew the weight of the great chief's head in Lothar's hand.

If King Ryan was knocked down from the capital like this, and ran to Nanhai Town in despair, no matter how many troops he saved and how many people he protected to escape, Ryan would still be a useless and subjugated country in front of the kings of the other six kingdoms. Jun.

This great shame will accompany Ryan for the rest of his life, and even harm the young Varian.

Even if Ryan in "history" was assassinated and died, he was still the king of the country and a hero in the hearts of the people. Even if Lothar brought Varian around and was looked down upon by others, no one would say anything about Ryan's death. thing.

In this life, Ryan survived Duke's efforts. Since Duke saved Ryan from Garona's assassination, he would not let Ryan defend Stormwind City to death for his honor. After Ryan died, the Stormwind Kingdom lost its backbone.

Things are completely different now.

The head of the great chief, as well as the battle flag of the great chief of the tribe that Lothar asked the guards to pick up, are enough to prove that Ryan is a glorious defeat!

That battle flag, which is full of ornaments of teeth of large beasts, is obviously different at first glance.

Even if they lose, even if they lose the royal city, every Stormwind countryman can still go out with a straight back and say to anyone, 'Our hero Lothar cut off the head of the great chief of the tribe'.

However, everything is dominated by Duke.

Without Duke's 'orc skills', no one would have thought that this method could be used to lure the great chief out.

Even the pickiest of people can only give Duke a thumbs up.

Lothar is indeed a hero, able to kill the Great Chief Blackhand despite such a disparity in power and speed. And everyone knows that Duke is the real hero.

"Give me the head." Duke beckoned.

While running, Lothar threw the black hand's head to Duke.

"Quenching!" Duke beckoned, and the extremely cold breath instantly surrounded the head of the chief who was spinning in mid-air. In the next moment, the mage's hand had caught the head of the black hand frozen in the transparent ice.

Carrying such a heavy matter as the head of the enemy leader is naturally done by the guards below.

"You take the heads and battle flags and go first, and I will take the first team to break the rear." Lothar did not relax his vigilance, put on a shield, and led the broken troops to retreat cautiously. In fact, Lothar was too worried. The orcs had long been huddled together, and no orcs had the time to pay attention to these retreating humans.

At the pier, General Tom Seamus was very anxious. When he saw Ryan's battle flag and royal guards appearing at the gate of Stormwind Harbor, he quickly led his troops to meet them.

"Your Majesty, your safety is more important than anything else." General Seamus was so excited that he was about to shed tears.

"Ai Qing has worked hard. Now, there are only the last two steps left." Ryan in the golden helmet stared at the guard team who were carrying the chief's head and the tribal battle flag galloping behind, with a clear look in his eyes. Excited.

Cut handsome capture the flag ah!

If there is no Duke, I am afraid that I will die here and die for my country, right?

What surged in Ryan's chest was his infinite gratitude to Duke. Thinking about those nobles who fled with their family property when the disaster was imminent, Duke's name has become sacred in Ryan's heart.

Over there, when Lothar's broken army was almost withdrawn from the church square, Duke finally launched a counterattack.

"Ambro*Liza*Magarovs..." It was a long incantation, and as Duke's incantation sounded, Lothar clearly felt that something was changing in the air.

Countless mysterious magic runes appeared from Duke's feet, rippling like ripples, spreading in all directions.

Seeing that Duke stopped chanting the spell and the fluctuations in the magic around him subsided, Lothar still couldn't help asking: "What did you do? If you want to burn Stormwind City, you don't need such an exaggerated magic circle?"

Duke smiled mysteriously: "You will know soon."

At the same time, the orcs of the Blackstone clan who were fighting each other felt a shudder in their hearts.

It's as if even a mouse can run away when a catastrophe is imminent, it's purely an animal's instinct.

At this moment, in all the blocks of Stormwind City, every orc, no matter what they were doing, forcibly stopped their movements—the land under their feet felt a sense of horror that made them extremely terrified.

Once in the largest church in Stormwind City, accompanied by the bells, every vesper hall would echo night after night with the uniform vespers of the priests.

With the fall of Stormwind, the bells for Vespers have not sounded for a long time. Every priest is using holy healing techniques to heal the injured people, and comforts every frightened soul with their kind voice.

However, at this minute and this second, the church bell that has not sounded in the night for a long time rang——

Three short! Three long! Another three shorts!

This is the promised signal!

Having already given up hope of escape, the death squads who knew they would die quickly took action. They may have dragged their mutilated bodies out of an abandoned attic, or an unobtrusive closet, or a secret basement.

Light the torches with a flint and steel and drop them on each of the pre-prepared firelighters.

Or a pyre that had already been oiled, or a heap of whale blubber piled up in a corner, or a utility room full of dry straw.

More importantly, in the hot summer, the house with brick and wood structure and a large number of inflammable materials already prepared make it very easy to set fire.

More than a thousand fires were kindled in savings banks, exchanges, dwellings, shops, mansions of nobles, various government offices, hotels, all important and insignificant establishments.

At first, the orcs who had already dispersed did not care about the fire.

Burning, killing and looting is absolutely commonplace for any large city that has been captured. When the orcs took Shattrath years ago, they did the same to the draenei city.

Moreover, the orcs are not interested in human houses at all. They prefer their own tents.

Not to mention the self-consciousness of putting out the fire, the orcs didn't even have the thought of running out to take a look.

But soon, they found that they were wrong.

The fire was out of control. A fear that I had experienced not long ago came to my heart again. They suddenly remembered the scene when Duke burned most of the tribal camp by himself.

That blazing fire, which could be called the flames of hell, killed more than ten thousand fellow orcs. They started to run out, trying to put out the fire by various means, but it was too late, the fire had already spread unscrupulously.

One block after another was easily engulfed by raging fires. In the narrow streets, they couldn't find a place to hide from the fire. They could only run to the wide square in embarrassment, or jump into the moats that spread throughout Stormwind City. Watching in amazement one pillar after another of fire rose into the sky.