Chapter 1973 Thank You for Your Cooperation

If Duke wants it, the ordinary brain-dead roar can be done with just a snap of the fingers and a "pop", and it will be wiped out without leaving any residue.

Regular warrior professionals have no chance of winning against the demigod master who can transform into elements. This is like using an ax to chop the air, which is meaningless at all.

Elemental powerhouses can savage warriors at will.

Garrosh was different. He had no value for Duke to take action before. Now, the system's label for him has been changed to 'Garrosh, the Avatar of Y'Shaarj'.

"True face? Hahaha! Duke Marcus, are you so eager to see me slaughter you humans, kill all those damn dwarves, and throw all the elves into the wolf den to feed the wolves? Oh! ! And those draenei who are worse than pigs, hahahahaha! You will have a chance! I will chop off your head, imprison your soul in a pathetic skull, and watch you and your alliance become ash!"

Stupid yelling is really stupid!

With a slight provocation, he started to speak wildly. This scene was directly presented to the eyes of thousands of Alliance people. Countless people cursed on the spot, and even more people clenched their fists.

"Oh! Everyone in your orthodox tribe is almost dead." Duke mocked lightly.

In the distance, the alienated Kor'kron guards were still rushing over regardless of their safety. But the Silver Hand and the night elf sentries alone are enough for them to drink a pot, not to mention the mage group directly under the Kirin Tor, all of them are called the Moon Mage.

"Only the weak will die on the battlefield! I am the son of destiny! Only the powerful orcs who survive are qualified to stand behind me-" Garrosh roared and transformed.

Garrosh suddenly raised his arms and spread them out, his whole body arched backwards, and the back of his head touched his back as if his cervical vertebrae were broken.

His bulging muscles finally began to burst, and countless purple-blue blood vessels began to sprout from his shoulders, chest, and thighs. The scene of squirming on the surface of the body, as if there were thousands of earthworms rolling under the skin, is simply an explosive scene, enough to make any trypophobia patient collapse.

Garrosh was like a large blow-up doll, and his body expanded rapidly.

One person is tall, two people are tall... five people are tall... ten people are tall!

In just ten seconds, the burly man with a height of 2.50 meters turned into a giant-level monster. The two giant beast fangs that were originally on Garrosh's shoulders had been swallowed up by his muscles, and countless spikes proliferated from his bones and pierced his flesh.

The blood splashed out, and as soon as it was sprayed into the air, it immediately spread into clouds of ominous blue and white evil mist.

The pain further stimulated Garrosh's ferocity, causing him to let out barbaric roars that were neither human nor beast.

At this time, if the audience hadn't seen Garrosh's true face just a moment ago, no one would have recognized that this terrifying monster was the warchief of the Horde!

"Monster!" The alliance audience had a unanimous opinion.

"Mom! Are all tribes so scary?" An eight-year-old girl hugged her mother's thigh in fear.

"Yes! This is how the big bad guy of the tribe killed your grandpa and grandma back then." The cruel scene during the Battle of the Dark Portal thirty years ago once again appeared in this middle-aged woman's mind. As a child at that time, she witnessed the most brutal massacre in the world...

Over there, Duke's Magic Network received a lot of feedback from the audience, and he had to secretly sigh that the stupid opponent was like a pig.

Not only does he have a mysterious self-confidence, but he also has the awareness to become the villain's ultimate boss, but he doesn't have the strength to respond.

The positive image of the tribe that Thrall has worked so hard to create over the years is easily destroyed by the idiot roar. This completely meets the needs of the alliance's propaganda!

Duke looked too small in front of the giant Garrosh. It felt like Garrosh was going to kill Duke as easily as an elephant crushing an ant.

The audience who watched this scene through the live broadcast also became worried.

"Dad, will Commander Marcus die?" In Goldish City, a little boy grabbed his father's sleeve. The father's left arm was empty, and his long sleeve was fluttering in the wind, which was caught by his child.

His waist was straight, a posture unique to soldiers. The face with a long scar extending from the left side of his face to the left corner of his mouth showed a hearty smile that was somewhat inconsistent with his resolute face. He touched his son's head with his remaining right hand.

"Silly boy, don't worry. Lord Marcus is not only the greatest commander of our alliance, he is also the most powerful human being in the world. This is because he, in the weakest mortal body, killed the man who possessed him at that time. Speaking of the Burning Legion commander Sargeras in the demigod mage Medivh. He was only the lowest official mage at the time..."

Duke's rise has long been sung by countless bards in the league. In the past thirty years, Duke has gradually risen from the grassroots to the pinnacle of power in the alliance. He has fought many battles and finally become a god as a mortal. These stories have long been familiar to the people of the alliance.

But saying it in this scene just adds a bit of an epic feel to Duke's battle.

"No problem! Mr. Marcus is a man who has killed two ancient gods!"

Achievements are confidence! This glorious sense of pride fills the chest of every Alliance member. No one interrupted the father's explanation, and everyone around him nodded in agreement.

Similar scenes took place in the streets and alleys of various cities and towns in the alliance, encouraging a new generation of young people to declare their dreams towards this great human hero who seemed far away but yet seemed so close at hand!

"When I grow up, I want to be as great as Duke Marcus!"

The people were eager to see Duke crush Garrosh, but unfortunately the live broadcast signal began to deteriorate. Sally Whitemane had to explain on the spot: "Garrosh, the war chief of the Horde, used a lot of evil power. This interferes with the magic transmission signal. I'm sorry, but the next transmission of the picture may be interrupted at any time."

There is no way, even if Duke has equipped Azeroth with all kinds of black technology talents, there will still be an imbalance in technological development. Not every world has a Leonardo da Vinci or an Edison.

Some things, even if you know the direction, still require a lot of practice and 1% of inspiration to cross the chasm of failure and step onto the other side of victory.

In fact, even with modern camera equipment, we are destined to not be able to see the next scene.