Chapter 332: Duke of Ghost Conspiracy (Part 2)

"This is progress, and it proves that human beings have begun to become weak." Red laughed loudly.

You know, at the beginning of the attack across the board, humans could also use the high mobility brought by the mage's teleportation and the sniping of two half-elf powerhouses, so that the orcs could not take advantage of it.

(Of course, half refers to Lilas*Windrunner. Although Alleria has great respect for her fourth sister, there is always a difference between the advertisement and the reality, isn't it? Lilas's archery is also very good, Her talent is also top-notch among rangers. But she lacks a competitive heart, which happens to be the most critical thing she needs to truly step into the hero realm.)

Now, even if the orcs still have to pay a high price, the orcs, relying on their strong capital, can still consume the strength of the alliance in a hurtful way.

In the following days, it seemed that such a tug-of-war continued.

Humans only guard the bridge, and at night they rely on long-range attacks to snipe the orcs' reclamation. And they took advantage of the arrival of night, and the craftsmen frantically built and repaired catapults and ballistas.

During the day, the number of human soldiers patrolling the defense line of the Sadol Bridge was still too large for the orc scouts to dazzle.

Nothing seemed wrong.

But the Stormgardians who remained on the Sadol Bridge were moved to tears.

Why?

The main force has all been withdrawn!

Except for the 5,000 elite soldiers and more than 3,000 craftsmen who stayed on the bridge, the rest of the people had been evacuated in an orderly manner at a rate of about 5,000 people per night in the past week.

Without lighting a torch, they just leaned on the white cloth wrapped around each other's shoulders and walked back along the main road led by the best scouts.

The range of the Dragonmaw orcs' enemy hunting is limited. As long as they are more than 20 kilometers away from the northern position of the Sadol Bridge, no ghost will know.

During the days of retreat, what Cirvanas did the most was not to kill the enemy on the cliff, but to snipe and kill the scouts who went too deep into the defense line and rode dragons.

The small band of elf rangers that remained, each with a few human scouts and one of Duke's mages. Once a tribal flying dragon was found invading, Duke immediately took Queen Xi to teleport to the pre-set teleportation array, and directly killed the tribal scouts. The scouts who were close to the cliff defense line ignored it at all.

And every night, there is actually only one person in charge of sniping the tribe—Duke.

After being promoted to Morningstar Mage, in fact, the number of Mage Hands that Duke can control at the same time has reached 512.

Being able to do it does not mean that it can be done in the long run.

It's like an adult man can lift a hundred catties for a while, but it takes an hour, that's really hehe. There is no one in a million who can do it.

For the past three days, Cirvanas, who had been by Duke's side all the time, watched Duke's incredible efforts to save the lives of fifty thousand Stromgarde people.

Duke is obviously a mortal, but he demands himself as a superman.

As a noble mage with a bright future, not only did he fight on the front line himself, but he also did not hesitate to put down his body and do the humble job of manipulating ballistas with the hands of a mage.

From west to east, there are a total of 12 ballista positions, each with more than 30 ballistas; 12 catapults;

And the manipulator is only one Duke Marcus.

With the help of the system elves, he shot perfectly in every wave, without letting any of the peons escape. Almost as soon as he finished a position, Duke immediately teleported to the next position.

After he left, only a logistics team of no more than 30 people came out quickly, reloading every ballista, catapult, and crossbow bolt.

It is no exaggeration to say that depending on the tribe's attack situation, Duke would have to teleport back and forth between twelve positions 30 to 40 times a night at most.

For the current Duke, regardless of mages, the huge consumption of physical and mental strength alone is enough to squeeze out ten ordinary morning star mages.

Duke is still holding on.

On the one hand, the people of Stromgarde lamented Duke's strength, and on the other hand, they were moved to tears by Duke's greatness.

Sometimes in the command post, Duke was so tired that he fell asleep while talking.

No one blames Duke, Duke has done enough. If it weren't for Duke, perhaps most of them wouldn't be able to make it back to Stromgarde alive.

On the eighth day, the most critical time came.

According to the plan, all the troops would be withdrawn tonight, leaving only Duke and Cirvanas behind.

This is simply an incredible thing.

If it weren't for Duke's miracles in recent days, everyone would completely oppose Duke.

"Your Excellency! You have done enough and good enough! If you want to exchange your sacrifice for the survival of the people of Stromgarde, then please forgive us for not obeying your order!" The Brigadier General who stayed behind finally shouted excitedly, The tone rose a few notches: "Then it's time for the people of Stromgarde to bleed."

Not only Outlets, but a dozen Stormgard generals present took a step forward, forming a wall with their will and flesh and blood, and blocked in front of Duke: "His Majesty Solas Trollbane Royal Order 'Even if kidnapping is used, His Excellency Duke Marcus must be taken back to Stromgarde in advance. A great hero like Duke should not die in such a senseless severance. Compared with Stromgarde, the Alliance needs more Duke Marcus'!"

"What are you doing!? I know you have good intentions, but are you going to rebel?" Cirvanas, who drew out his swords, and Gavin Ladd, who unleashed his war hammer, stood in front of them in no particular order. in front of Duke.

Although they also know that most of them won't fight, they must have an attitude in everything.

Brigadier General Outlets didn't seem to expect Duke's subordinates to react so fiercely, and his aura was momentarily suffocated.

Duke stared at Outlets with calm eyes—the future master who, if nothing else, would become a marshal in later generations. Duke sighed, and then his eyes gradually became full of power.

"Enough! I appreciate King Trollbane's kindness. But please remember, I am Duke! Duke Marcus! That vicious wolf who wants to bite off a piece of meat from the enemy even if he is defeated and retreats." The same mage! Last time I evacuated, I burned 100,000 orcs to death. Why should I evacuate this time, if I don’t cheat a hundred and eighty thousand tribes, how can I be reconciled?"

When Duke said this, Outlets actually asked: "Then where are we going to move the kerosene?"

Duke was taken aback, really dumbfounded: "Bastard, who said I'm going to set fire again?"

"Uh, Vulcan Duke doesn't set fire?"

Nima, when did I become a Vulcan?

Duke was so angry with the Outlets guy that he burst into tears with laughter: "Get out! Who said I can only set fires. Let me tell you, the one standing in front of you today is——Duke of Ghost Conspiracy!"