Chapter 394 Cracks

Kill me, and I will be resurrected!

Duke silently muttered in his heart.

On his mouth, Duke sighed softly: "The world has changed. If you don't keep your eyes open, you will only fall into the deepest despair the moment you wake up from the dream. It's not too late, Aurelia, you can still regret it."

"What do you regret? Regret that you didn't see the true face of the Silver Moon Council earlier? Or regret that I switched to serve you? What a joke! I, Alleria Windrunner, will never regret what I do!"

Instead of wearing a ranger outfit, Alleria only wore a pure white evening dress. On the surface, she appears to be a gentle and charming beauty, but in reality she is a heroine as fierce as a storm.

At some point, Aurelia was already leaning on the shoulders of Duke who was wearing a blue and white evening dress. Because of Duke's height, Aurelia is now half a head shorter than Duke.

She just snuggled up to Duke, even if Duke consciously put his arms around her waist, there was no discomfort at all, and the harmony was like a perfect scroll.

Duke said lightly, "It's fine if you don't regret it..."

"Little villain, not regretting doesn't mean not being sad or suffering!" After a pause, Alleria continued: "Don't move, just let me lean on you for a while."

"Um."

The two leaned against each other, enjoying the warmth from each other, as well as the warm feeling of soul fusion.

I don't know how long.

"Hey, Duke, what will Azeroth become in the future?"

Duke looked up at the starry sky with a deep expression on his face. His gaze seemed to have crossed the void, spanned history, and arrived at a certain node in the future.

Duke's voice seemed ethereal and ghostly: "The Burning Legion has moved again. Even if I don't want to admit it, but bringing Sargeras down to the bottomless abyss is not the end. It may be five years soon, or within ten years later. The Burning Legion will definitely make bigger moves, and when the time comes, perhaps all races will need to work together to tide over the difficulties again."

Alleria trembled all over, and the three shadows on the tree not far away who had been eavesdropping also trembled.

The Windrunner sisters thought of all kinds of magic of Duke, the highest-level, magic-like prophecy, which made each of them have a wonderful premonition... It seems that their destiny will be firmly combined with Duke's future .

Gently stroking Alleria's supple golden silk: "But before that, I promise you that the chief culprit who slaughtered the high elves—Zu'jin, will pay the worst price."

At that moment, Duke felt Aurelia holding his fingers tightly... Those fingers that looked like tender green jade suddenly turned into the sharpest dragon claws, and the force from the fingers made Duke's shoulders a little bit. It hurts to eat.

"Sorry..." Aurelia, who suddenly came to her senses, apologized.

"It's okay." Duke silently added fitness options to his growth plan.

Is it time to get a battle mage sub-profession?

At almost the same moment, Zujin who was in the tribal camp only felt that his mind was blank.

"The Horde has done enough for the trolls. Now it's time for the trolls to fulfill their promise to serve the Horde. I need the trolls to obey the order and follow us to attack the human king city."

Zukin thought he was hallucinating.

However, the serious expressions of Orgrim and several tribal chiefs told him that they were not joking.

The enmity accumulated for generations, the voices and smiles of those fellow trolls who died tragically, all of them seemed to appear in his mind naturally. He hardly thought about it, and subconsciously smashed the table in front of him, shouting:

"Betrayal!! This is the Horde's betrayal of the troll!"

A black light shot out from the palm of the troll king, almost splitting Orgrim's hideous and ugly face in half.

That's a tomahawk! A battle ax blessed with the power of the storm!

The chieftain of the Shattered Palm Clan, Kargath *Blade Fist, swung the warblade attached to his arm like lightning, knocking away the battleaxe thrown by Zujin in an instant.

The tomahawk bounced right in the middle of the largest bracket supporting the huge tent. There was a loud "boom", and a gust of wind burst out from the ax at this time. Under the impact of the gust of wind and turbulence, the animal skin The resulting huge tent was torn into large pieces of broken skin by the huge force, and flew out in an instant.

The turbulence caused by the storm instantly sent several personal guards stationed near the great chief's tent flying out. One even hit a huge stone pillar next to the tent, and he almost cried out in pain. However, the loyal guard didn't bother to complain at all. He ignored the pain in his back that seemed like all his bones were broken, got up from the ground, and rushed to the tent while shouting loudly: "Enemy attack——"

The warchief's camp was attacked? !

In barely a second, the entire tribal camp was blown up.

"It's okay! Calm down! Calm down!" Orgrim's thunderous roar temporarily calmed down the commotion crowd.

When the huge camp came crashing down, revealing Zul'jin panting with an axe, and Kargath, who was holding a sharp knife on his arm, facing each other coldly, everyone realized that the trolls and the tribe seemed to have fallen apart.

Zukin is not alone.

There are also several small chiefs from different clans around Zujin.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zujin is a small tribal chief.

Zu'jin drew his posture, and they naturally drew their weapons. Originally, the orcs had already camped with the trolls, and there were no fences between them before, but now that something happened suddenly, everyone was dumbfounded, and they picked up their weapons and didn't know whether to make a move.

"Orgrim—you liar! We agreed to conquer the whole world together, the orcs want the plains and mountains, and the trolls keep all the forests!" Zujin waved his long and powerful arms excitedly and roared loudly.

"The Horde didn't lie to you! This is our ultimate goal. But in the covenant, what we wrote is 'The Horde will help you defeat the main force of the high elves, and the trolls will complete the final revenge." The covenant clearly states That's right!" Orgrim took out the covenant and held it up high: "The two wars of the Horde killed a total of 70,000 elves. In fact, you trolls also killed more than 100,000 elves. The Horde has fulfilled its obligations. promised!"

"No! It's not enough! Those long-eared Silvermoon cities are still there! Why? Why did the orcs shrink back when they saw the blue battle flag today."

"No, the point of the matter is not the battle flag. The point is that we have received the latest news that another 200,000 orc army of the Horde has been hindered and besieged in the Silverpine Forest. We must capture a human kingdom as soon as possible. take the pressure off them, and get them out." Orgrim tried to disguise everything under the guise of strategic necessity.

From the perspective of grand strategy, Orgrim's choice is undoubtedly correct.