Chapter 426 The Unextinguished Flames of War

There are also guards behind Duke Barov. It's a pity that those two unlucky guys just saw their colleagues suffer, and when they were wondering if the other party was hit by an invisible dragon, they fell for it.

Two long, sharp knives pierced their necks from behind.

Juggernaut!

It's the sword master of the orcs again!

No one expected that the orc sword master would leave and return so quickly.

Duke Barov and King Perenold didn't expect it, and Duke didn't expect it either. At this moment, all the elites in Broken Ridge are gathering around Duke for a battle meeting.

King Aiden looked at the blood splattering in front of his eyes, and was frightened out of his wits, trying to dodge, but a huge green figure that quickly materialized from the blur cut off all his hopes. In the next second, the scorching hot and powerful green arms had already strangled his neck and lifted him up.

"Don't kill me... I am a loyal servant of the warchief..." Aiden called out with difficulty breathing, his feet off the ground.

"The great chief doesn't need a despicable subordinate like you. Remember, my name is Samuro!" The swordsman hero of the tribe proudly announced his name in short and quick common tongue, and then called Lordan Alterac King Aiden Perenold, one of the seven human kingdoms of the Lun Alliance, took the head with a sword.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

There were more than 30 people around who witnessed this scene, and fear was written on everyone's face.

Looking at the head that was spinning and whirling in the air, flying high into the sky; looking at the head with the highest golden crown on its forehead; everyone forgot to breathe, and after the hot air was exhaled from the panicked lungs, they could no longer breathe in any fresh air .

This is the king's head!

The head flew half a meter before being grabbed by Samuro's left hand. Afterwards, Samuro cast his eyes on Duke Barov as a symbol of death, and his huge fangs glowed pale and fierce in the sun.

"Duke Barov, your two sons want me to greet you. It's better for you to die. If you don't die for a day, they won't be able to become the legal heirs of the Barov family." Samuro's clear lingua franca made Barov Duke Rove fell into an abyss.

Although he had already expected that things would develop in a bad direction, he never expected that his two sons, who were not as good as beasts, not only betrayed human beings with Aiden, but also wanted the sword master of the tribe to come to him. his life.

Breathing has stopped, the heart has forgotten to beat.

At this moment, Duke Barov had resigned himself to his fate, and two lines of old tears flowed down his wrinkled face. I didn't expect that my first life's fame would be ruined by two scumbag sons... Perhaps, this is the evil result of being busy with my career and never teaching my children...

Just when everyone was in despair, a dazzling flash suddenly appeared between the long knives dropped by Duke Barov and Samuro.

"When——" In Samuro's eyes, the dark blue ice barrier was a large ice block that suddenly appeared. This hard block of ice ruthlessly denied Samuro any further enhancement of his martial arts.

Duke is here!

Using his strong sense of space and positioning ability, he ran from the command room to the roof in three consecutive flashes. blocked this crucial blow.

Samuro's sharp pupils shrank like lightning.

Duke Marcus!

Even though his entire body was sealed in ice, and even though he seemed to have exhausted his last means of life-saving, as the most feared enemy of the entire tribe, he seemed to never run out of cards.

Samuro thinks that he can firmly suppress a Morning Star mage who has used his life-saving means, but killing him is too skill-intensive and time-consuming.

His target is King Aiden. As a sword master with high attack and low defense and high speed, his role is reflected in concealment and surprise attack. Without the secret sword master who lost the initiative, is it necessary to force a powerful mage with more than N means of control?

Samuro pulled away without hesitation.

Not only him, but all the tribal sword masters are like this.

Even if Duke quickly canceled the [Ice Barrier], it still couldn't stop the fast-moving Juggernaut from jumping to the roof of a tall building next to the castle.

When Duke flashed to the past again, and was about to use the powerful scanning function of the system elves to find out and kill Samuro who had entered the [Windwalk] state and became invisible, another sword master appeared beside Duke Barov.

Duke had to flash back again.

The sword master was instantly killed by Duke, but Duke completely lost Samuro's presence.

Thirty minutes later, in the tribe's temporary camp, Orgrim let out the loudest and most sincere laughter since landing on the mainland of Lordaeron.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! The head of a human king! Hahaha—"

The head of King Aiden, who is dying in peace, is the sharpest martial art of Saint Samuro, the Burning Blade Sword. The golden crown on Aiden's forehead told every orc chief what he had gained tonight.

"Samuro! Today you are the first! I allow you to pick this head and go around the entire camp for a week."

"Thank you Chief!" Samuro's eyes were full of ecstasy. This is the highest honor a tribal warrior can receive!

Orgrim punched the capital of Alterac on the map: "Today! It is destined to be the victory day of the Horde! We are going to destroy the capital of an alliance!"

The entire tribal camp is boiling!

O the head of a king! This is the first time since the beginning of the war that the head of the king of despicable humans has been obtained! Every tribal warrior held up the weapon in his hand, let out a loud roar, and let go of the grievance that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time!

right! This is the glory of the tribe!

This is the martial arts of the orcs!

Orgrim walked up to the high platform of the camp, took Aiden's head from Samuro's long knife, and held it up high, and there was another burst of cheers from below.

"Today! It's the victory day of the tribe! We want to use the head of a human king and the destruction of a human kingdom to tell all the creatures on this continent that if you fight against the tribe, you are destined to fail! You will definitely be destroyed! Today - the day of glory for the warriors of the Horde! Let us take this victory with our own hands - lok-tar"

"lok-tar!" Fifty thousand voices sounded in unison.

The tribe is dispatched, with an incomparable killing intent! With the desire to win! The quest for blood!

The sound of thunderous footsteps can be clearly heard even several kilometers away.

Duke, who was sitting in Broken Ridge, was a little dazed, his face was blue, and he pondered for a long time before Duke sighed and waved his hand.

"Pass my order, everyone retreats immediately."

"Why!?" General Haas blushed.

"Because Aiden is dead, the morale of the tribe has reached its peak."

"But it is precisely because our king is dead that the soldiers are eager to avenge His Majesty!" Haas' eyes were red.

"I have a message for you and your soldiers."

"What?"

"If you lose your land, you will lose both people and land; if you lose your land, you will eventually regain it." Duke said something that Azerothians could not understand.

On this day, the capital of the Kingdom of Alterac... fell!

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