Chapter 424: A Good Brother with a Rebellious Bone in the Back of His Head

The advantages of the traversers are fully revealed at this moment.

Knowing that the old boy Aiden was not kind, Duke was able to contain the deterioration of the situation in the first place and turn defeat into victory.

Knowing the real situation of Alexstrasza, Duke can not fear the revenge of the Red Dragon Queen. It is certainly an extremely sad thing to have so many descendants of the dragon clan killed. But being under the control of [Devil's Soul] for a lifetime, being tortured by a lame orc Necrus every day and still unable to resist, and continuing to let the red dragon die, this is the real tragedy.

As long as Duke turns around and breaks [Devil's Soul]'s control over Alexstrasza, it will be too late for the Red Dragon Queen to thank him. How could she be angry because she slaughtered her descendants when the formation was opposed.

So Antonidas' fear is completely unfounded.

Because of an impossible anger, he felt that he owed Duke a big favor, and Antonidas also suffered a loss as a model of taking advantage.

Oh, this is not entirely correct, at least those dragon skins and scales of the red dragon, this old boy has made enough money.

Of course, this does not prevent Duke from continuing to pretend to be aggressive.

On the edge of Alterac City, Horde Chief Orgrim and his old partners watched this scene in shock.

Standing above the royal city, Duke is like a god, waving his arms, calling for strong winds and ice blades, wantonly dividing the sky, causing giant dragons in the sky to scream and fall to the mortal world.

Not a single giant dragon could escape the pursuit of that terrifying storm, and no giant dragon had the ability to pass through the storm to deal even the slightest blow to Duke.

These overlords of the sky who soar in the sky on weekdays are not even as good as fat pigs in the slaughterhouse at this moment, being slaughtered unilaterally.

Orgrim vaguely guessed that this was another good thing done by the human magic circle. As a warrior, his knowledge of the mysterious field is always poor, but the sense of crisis and urgency made Orgrim's heart frantically ringing the alarm bell.

Seeing Zuluhed, who was in a state of distress and flying towards him with only one giant dragon left, Orgrim couldn't help roaring: "Is there any news about Gul'dan!? The Horde needs his evil power now!"

Zuluhed gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "I have already sent a group of messengers, but there is no reply."

"Then send more dragoon messengers, two or three or something, and if it doesn't work, go yourself!" Orgrim was full of evil fire.

He was a little puzzled. Does every kingdom in this world have such a sharp magic defense system?

Stormwind City set fire to 100,000 orcs.

Quel'Thalas has always been a magical defense system since it first entered the country, and it was only Gul'dan who broke one after another.

Now even Alterac, which is recognized as the weakest of the seven kingdoms of mankind, has a magic circle that can wipe out hundreds of dragons. Isn't the magic defense of Lordaeron, the strongest kingdom of mankind...

Orgrim could hardly imagine it.

After sending Zuluhed away, Orgrim was still in a bad mood, and he couldn't help muttering: "Does every kingdom have so many magic defense circles in the capital?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case, Warchief." A voice that made Orgrim a little strange came.

When the chief turned his head, he saw a somewhat unfamiliar face. It was a sword master of the Burning Blade clan. It seemed that this young sword master had come to return. The only thing that made Orgrim curious was that the sword master Shengyi is holding a human in each of his left and right hands.

Sensing the suspicious gaze of the great chief, the Juggernaut immediately explained in Orc language: "Just now I hacked to death quite a few human nobles with the blade storm, but these two young humans with the Duke's emblem have magical defensive devices on them. escaped death. I think they should be quite important nobles of mankind."

Can it stop the blade storm of the Juggernaut?

There are absolutely not many such magic devices, and even if there are, they are quite expensive. Orgrim still remembers Samuro saying that he almost killed the king of the Stormwind Kingdom, and that king did not have such a magical device to counter sharp weapons.

Other orcs are generally big and rough, and only a very small number of chiefs are willing to learn the common language and learn human knowledge. However, the Burning Blade Master, who acts as an orc scout and the strongest assassin, is definitely an exception. Mastering the enemy's language and knowing who is a valuable target is absolutely a must for killers.

Others, Orgrim can ignore it, he has carefully explained to the Juggernauts, the aristocratic badge of Alterac, before he came out.

Just like the Juggernaut, Orgrim could tell just by the badges of these two young human boys.

The Barov family? Two dukes? Brand new duke badge?

"Talk back to your topic about magic defense, Juggernaut." While speaking in Orcish, Orgrim showed a ferocious smile to the two young and flustered human boys.

These two guys were scared to pee, and there were obviously enlarged water stains on the crotch.

The Juggernaut didn't care, and replied in the orc language: "I just asked them casually, and they swore that Alterac definitely doesn't have such a terrifying magic defense."

Orgrim was overjoyed immediately, and he turned to the lingua franca and said to the two guys: "I am Orgrim*Doomhammer, the great chief of the tribe. I am very unhappy that the tribe's plan failed tonight. Of the two of you, I am only going to keep the most valuable one, and give the useless trash to the ogre for dinner."

He deliberately grinned, letting his sharp and interlaced fangs shake at close range in front of these two little guys with similar faces. In fact, perhaps to the two little guys, he looked more like an ogre.

"I'll tell you! Tell me everything I know! Don't eat me!" The older one looked like he was about to cry.

"No! Listen to me, that bastard Wilton doesn't know anything."

"Don't listen to Alex!"

Orgrim got tired of hearing it, so he snarled and pointed to one at random: "Shut up! I'll ask, you answer!"

Orgrim asked the chiefs who were a little frustrated as they walked. But as he asked, Orgrim's eyes lit up.

"Hahahaha!" Orgrim's wanton laughter echoed throughout the mountain road, and he patted Kilrogg* Deadeye's shoulder vigorously: "We found the treasure! Today is actually the tribe's lucky day!"

Orgrim never expected that what he failed to do with gathering so many powerful chiefs would be able to do it because of the two boys who came back from the prisoner of a Juggernaut.

These two young people are not cats or dogs, right! They are Duke Barov's two precious sons—Wilton Barov and Alex Barov.