Chapter 508: After a Thousand Calls, He Comes Out

In fact, the people of Lordaeron are very dark and wronged this time.

If Duke hadn't crossed the wetlands to lead Deathwing, there wouldn't have been three young red dragons slaughtered, and the Dragonmaw clan wouldn't have been on the mend.

The young red dragon is not a cat or a dog, and it is safe to put it in the tribe. It is the level of combat power of the first-line chiefs. It is no surprise that the tribe is not surprised when it suddenly hangs three in a few days.

Without this premise, Zuluhed would not have allowed a hundred thousand tribes to gather near Grim Batol. Nor did Orgrim meet at this Horde rally by the way.

Many things are linked together.

Lordaeron, who rushed in out of face, just happened to encounter a hundred thousand grass mud horses running wildly in a parade, and was directly cheated and almost lost all his money.

Not only was Orgrim leading the massacre inside, but also outside, Zuluhed directly drove his red dragon from the dragon-only exit on the mountainside to the entrance below the fortress, letting the dragon breath out at the portal. .

The portal thing, to put it bluntly, is the condensate of magic power.

If it's a brainless orc hitting with an ax and a hammer, 10,000 more people will be useless.

Dragon Breath is different.

The essence of dragon's breath is the element of fire. Although enough flame elements will not destroy the portal, it can bring a greater burden to the portal.

The mages in Dalaran are struggling.

"Who is attacking the portal?" The mages found their mana consumption soaring. Originally, supporting such a portal that could transmit dozens of people at the same time was rather laborious, but now it is directly adding more weight.

"Bastard! Another red dragon!" Of course Antonidas knew what it was.

The blood on King Terenas' face faded, and now the infantry could no longer fight the situation. If he wanted to change the situation, he had to cut off his arms and let the people at the door withdraw directly. Either an overwhelming force must be invested.

How do you look at it now, the tribe has already prepared for it!

He tentatively asked: "Can Dalaran invest in more mages?"

Antonidas blew his beard and stared directly: "You actually have the nerve to ask me to throw the precious high-level mage into this terrible chaos?"

Mage is definitely the baby bump of human beings and even the entire alliance camp. In particular, the academic mages from Dalaran are not good at chaotic warfare. The recognized way of using mages is to suppress the opponent in positional warfare.

Terenas' opinion, in the ears of the Kirin Tor Speaker, is undoubtedly to let him deliver food.

Now is the time to test Terenas' mettle.

Withdrawing like this, at least half of the elite will be lost, and nothing will be gained.

Continue to increase troops, the situation may not be good, but may trap more good players.

Terenas is not reconciled! This should obviously be an excellent opportunity for Lordaeron to make a name for itself and show off its glory. How could Duke kill tens of thousands of elite orcs in just three or two strikes when he killed the tribe? ?

The old king's clenched fists were shaking.

Without being reminded by others, he knew that he had to make a decision.

At this time, Antonidas suddenly thought of something, and gave Terenas a magic touch: "Your Majesty Menethil, in fact, don't be too pessimistic. When I opened the portal just now, I found the horse His Excellency Kus's magic fluctuates, he seems to be in Grim Batol as well."

As soon as these words came out, Terenas, who fully understood the subtext of the archmage, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood—feeling that he didn't trust Duke, and he invested thousands of elites, and in the end, he was going to play a feint for Duke?

Talk! Isn't Duke dying? How did he get into the fort surrounded by tens of thousands of orcs?

This time, the King of Lordaeron not only trembled with his fists, but his whole body trembled like chaff.

Terenas was startled.

Ryan and Anduin are happy! The two good buddies looked at each other, and what they saw in each other's eyes were infinite surprises.

Duke is alive!

Ryan couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and hurried forward: "What's wrong with Duke? Can you perceive his condition?"

Antonidas nodded: "I don't know his physical condition, but his magic fluctuations have not weakened at all."

As soon as these words came out, all the kings were moved.

Regardless of whether Duke is dying, at least this guy can fight now!

Anyone who has seen Duke's shot knows that Duke cannot be regarded as a morning star mage at all. In group battles, he is more insane than many Huiyue mages.

Moreover, all kinds of miracles in his past always make people have some kind of positive reverie about him.

At this moment, the clouds above the Grim Batol Fortress suddenly rolled back layer by layer, forming a huge void in an instant, and endless flames poured down from the void.

The entire mountaintop was ablaze.

The ancient dragon?

At this time, there is another ancient dragon coming?

How many ancient dragons does the tribe control? Is there still a way for people to live?

Just as everyone's expressions changed drastically again, the style of painting suddenly changed.

No one expected that when an extremely huge red dragon descended from the sky, it would attack those young red dragons hovering in the sky.

It's not the dragon breath unique to the dragon clan, or the melee attack, but the endless magic attack.

Frost, flame, and arcane, the three major violent output magics turned into bright magic storms and blasted down on every red dragon that tried to rush up to intercept it.

what? What?

Could this red dragon belong to the alliance?

Everyone who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded, wondering what was going on?

Only Antonidas in Dalaran looked around thoughtfully, the Kirin Tor MP was missing one—Krassus!

That's right! The later red dragon in the sky was Krasus, one of the six councilors of the Kirin Tor who had been incarnate in human form before in Dalaran, and now the red dragon Kleostrazz!

Krasus was fighting in the sky, even though he had stepped into the ranks of the ancient dragons in terms of combat power, he was not at all relaxed in the face of so many powerful compatriots. He was shocked to find that under the influence of [Devil's Soul], those young giant dragons had begun to be brainwashed, and they began to agree with the orders of the orcs more unconsciously.

He was timid to deal with them, but they attacked without any scruples.

Krasus gritted his teeth and dodged left and right in the sky, but at the most nervous moment, he still sent someone a magical message.

"Duke Marcus! I don't know what cards you have! But I have used all the tricks I can use, and the rest is up to you. Please! Rescue Queen Alexstrasza! "

At this moment!

Duke, who had fallen into a deep sleep at the entrance to the secret passage of Grim Batol Fortress, suddenly opened his eyes.

He returned a magical message.

"wait for me!"