Chapter 513 You Die, I Live (For Subscription)

At this moment, in Dalaran, the atmosphere reverberating in the air is extremely strange.

"Lordaeron's elite is defeated?"

"Don't be afraid, we still have His Excellency Duke Marcus!"

"Yes! As long as he's around, we have nothing to fear."

A large-scale elite assault that could have been recorded in the annals of history and surpassed the imagination of ordinary people has become the biggest joke. Just like before, the stupid orcs played naval battles with humans on the vast sea, and ended up delivering food. Today's Lordaeron has become the biggest laughing stock.

The elite knights who gathered more than half of the kingdom were killed at least 70% in less than an hour. King Terenas could fully imagine that in the days to come, he would be criticized by the entire noble circle of Lordaeron.

If this is just a simple defeat, it's okay, if you lose, you lose together. At worst, the whole of Lordaeron will carry it together, and everyone will go home together to heal the wounds.

Unexpectedly, a Duke was born.

Duke, who thought he had died somewhere in the corner, unexpectedly ran out again, perfectly using Lordaeron's elite as bait to lure away a large number of chiefs of the tribe.

What about dominating?

How did Lordaeron, a great country, become an abandoned child who blocked a gun?

A breath of turbid breath rushed into the chest of King Terenas, and he almost couldn't catch his breath, and passed out on the spot.

Terenas' face was very black, not much better than touching carbon ash.

He was trembling all over. Others might think that he was saddened by the loss of the elite, but only he knew that he had developed resentment towards a junior whom he had always looked down upon before.

Whether it's Anduin Lothar or Duke Marcus, the candidates for the two commanders of the alliance have nothing to do with it.

Using the noble Lothar as a mascot, and then kicking Duke away when the war is unfavorable, Terenas thought so at the beginning. With these two backers, Lordaeron's general was promoted to the commander of the alliance, which was a matter of course.

Who would have known that Anduin and Duke cooperated perfectly, one controlled the western battlefield, and the other perfectly coordinated the entire alliance, organized many successful military operations, and expanded the alliance from eight countries to ten countries?

Just thinking about it is driving me crazy.

A compromise, in exchange for two country bumpkins from remote southern countries became the heroes of the alliance. My own Lordaeron has contributed money, people and efforts, but what I got in return is not a core position...

Look at the way the kings of all countries look at Terenas now—that's all naked mocking, that's all looking at idiots and fools!

Terenas almost wanted to send someone to secretly kill Duke on the spot.

But he held back.

Whether it can solve the problem of the Red Dragon Queen is still unknown. If he stumbles Duke at this juncture, firstly, he will not be able to make it in time, and secondly, the alliance will really collapse, which will not benefit Lordaeron at all.

Knowing that he was almost out of control, but the cultivation of the veteran politician suppressed his emotional impulse, and gradually calmed his violent heartbeat.

"It seems that our old bones are still outdated. The future of the league still depends on young people like Marcus!" Reynas is the kind of kind elder who takes care of his younger generation.

That's right, for Duke, Terenas has decided—since he can't be suppressed, he will kill him. Praise this young man to the sky, according to his experience, it is absolutely impossible to see through this conspiracy, once he gets carried away, it is time for him to fall into hell.

A sneer formed on the corner of Terenas' mouth.

It's a pity that Terenas is doomed to fail. Duke is not some sixteen-year-old fool who came out of a small village in Azeroth!

Duke couldn't know the thoughts of Terenas who was far away in the sky. He also didn't take the huge loss of the Lordaeron people to heart.

Really, the unintentional charge of the Lordaeronian to help him block the gun was definitely unexpected. From the beginning to the end, Duke never thought of trying to trick the Lordaeronites who entered in disorder.

This is already a duel beyond the mortal world, why did you, a little Lordaeron, come here to get involved?

Terenas killed me, could it be my fault again?

No! I don't take this blame.

Duke was preoccupied with finding Alexstrasza.

From beginning to end, the two ancient guardian dragons, the Red Dragon Queen and the Black Dragon King, are the focus of this drama.

Unfortunately, Duke is completely unknown to what will happen next. As a butterfly that incites the general trend and changes history, Duke has changed too many things.

In the original history, because the main force of Orgrim has been destroyed, there is only one Dragonmaw clan that sticks to Grim Batol. In the absence of Zuluhed, the orcs who control the [Devil Soul] Warlock Nekros took the most idiotic way—he took a large number of red dragon eggs with him, and ran away from the fortress.

Now, the main force of the orcs has not completely collapsed. The tribe's cards are still strong, not to mention there are several ancient red dragons to help out.

Necrus has no chance of running away, so this is likely to be a tough battle.

Sure enough, Nekros came.

Silently, an ugly orc's head seemed to be suspended in the darkness, and the faint blue light circulating in the darkness reflected half of an old green face full of bumps. The long and slender facial hair is like dry grass rooted in the dry and cracked earth-the orc warlock's cheeks are deeply sunken, and the dull luster on his face is reminiscent of a corpse.

Nekrus pursed his lips tightly. There seemed to be two sharp stones on his thick lips, which made two openings in his jaw, exposing his fangs.

The hood was embroidered with demonic incantations, and its extended shadow covered the eye sockets, and the eyeballs sunken deep in it exuded dead eyes in the pitch black.

If it wasn't for the fact that he could still feel his breath, Duke really thought that what he encountered was an undead, not a living orc.

Nekrus spoke, with a voice reminiscent of death, his common language was terrible, and Duke could barely understand: "Duke Marcus, the nightmare of the tribe. Unexpectedly, you still come gone."

With a stick of Duke's staff: "For this world, your tribe is a nightmare."

"Hehehe!" Nekros let out a rude and ugly laugh: "Unfortunately, after today, only one of the two nightmares remains."

Nekrus is right, the Red Dragon Legion is already the last big card of the tribe. After successively losing the main forces of the two major clans, Blackstone and Warsong, the Horde no longer had the upper hand in terms of quantity and quality. The alliance's terrifying military mobilization capabilities are only now revealed.

Duke pouted, imposing a conclusion on this pointless debate: "You die, I live!"