Chapter 523 Victory! (Seeking Subscription)

No orc knew why Duke became so strong all of a sudden.

With the rise of Duke's status, there was really no big man in the tribe who had fought Duke head-on, and could run back without dying.

And Orgrim's understanding of Duke still stays in Stormwind City, the battle he fought directly when he broke into Stormwind Fortress.

At that time, Duke gave Orgrim the feeling that as long as he was given a little more time, it was still possible to kill him. It's definitely not like the present one, it's an irresistible sense of powerlessness.

Even after two weakenings, Orgrim still couldn't resist Duke's all-powerful arcane power.

Countless times of superposition of power, the shock force generated instantly exploded on the fist that Orgrim swung out, and then transmitted to the whole body, shaking his whole body to the point that he was about to collapse into powder in the next moment feel.

Although Orgrim, who has experienced many battles, instinctively determined that he would not die in this blow, at most he would be seriously injured, but the frustration that even an opponent with a bean sprouts size like Duke couldn't take down, But it made Orgrim feel sad about the end of a hero.

At that moment, he recognized that the one standing in front of him was Kasdrak, chieftain of the Blackscar clan.

The second one is the half-breed orc hero Rexxar that the entire tribe once despised and looked down upon. As a hybrid of an orc and an ogre, he has a larger and burly figure than an orc.

And at the last moment, these two heroes used their bodies to protect their great chief.

"So I'm so weak that I need other people's protection?" Orgrim said to himself in his heart. This feeling is so desolate...

Then, the sharp pain that caused the great chief to die came, and then his eyes were dark.

"Great chief!?" All the orcs and every chief exclaimed in the same voice.

What is a leader?

The leader is the backbone of a cluster, the soul and backbone of a collective.

Whether it's because Orgrim fought Uther for so long and was half injured, or because Duke took advantage of his skills, or because Duke made such a shocking move with the momentum of liberating the Red Dragon Queen. one strike.

Anyway, in the eyes of both the Alliance and the Horde, it was Duke who beat Orgrim in seconds!

Regardless of whether it is or not, let's talk about it after yelling.

"Orgrim is dead!"

"Alliance must win!"

"Kill!"

Compared with the tribe whose morale first fell to the trough and then fell into the abyss, the alliance here is completely in the rhythm of taking aphrodisiac first and then blood.

Especially those unscientific paladins, even in their prime, their radiance is three points more brilliant.

These guys actually broke through on the battlefield!

Break through the shackles of self!

Break through the limits of spirit and body!

Obviously, in terms of numbers and quality, the tribe still has the absolute upper hand, but in all directions, in the sky and on the ground, all the tribes are being slaughtered by the alliance like cutting melons and vegetables.

And at this most critical moment, Orgrim lost consciousness.

A snake can't do without a head.

Because the great chief was in a coma, Zuluhed, who happened to be the deputy commander, drove the dragon into the sky again. Sabek, the deputy chieftain of the Blackrock clan, is on the front line. The weakness of lack of unified command is instantly magnified infinitely.

The order of the more bloody and brutal Kargath * Blade Fist was to fight the alliance.

The more rational and strategic Kilrogg* Deadeye ordered a retreat.

Two diametrically opposed orders created the greatest confusion among the orcs.

If Orgrim and the others could break through the defense line in front of the iron gate early in the morning, then everything would be different.

If Orgrim hadn't thrown [Doom Hammer] impulsively, perhaps the battle would still be a stalemate.

Unfortunately, nothing if.

"Long live Duke Marcus!" Shouting slogans, in every passage, every pass, and every gate, there are soldiers from the alliance chasing and killing the tribe.

Duke did not participate in this pursuit battle. Although the morning star mage could continuously recover his magic power, he was really exhausted. Since Gul'dan plotted against him and activated the curse, he hasn't been able to sleep peacefully for a day.

The shadow of death has been haunting his soul. It wasn't until Alexstrasza, who regained his strength, instantly lifted his curse and stopped the rapid flow of his life, that he was able to secretly take a breath.

After finally making a big comeback and taking the biggest credit, let those small credits go to the people below. You can't eat meat yourself, and the brothers below can't even drink soup.

After confirming the alliance's victory, Duke's legs suddenly softened.

Veresa, who was beside him, quickly supported Duke.

"Duke!? Are you okay?"

"No! It's just a little bit out of strength after a full blow."

Completely subconsciously, Veresa let Duke's whole body touch her body without hesitation. The masculine breath approaching again made Veresa a little confused, but her heart was full of pride and pride.

The vision in front of her seemed a bit blurred, and the image described in the legend was intertwined with the reality. At this moment, it seemed to return to the dreamlike war 2800 years ago, when humans and high elves joined hands to drive out the trolls.

It was the war of two racial alliances against the fate of death.

Back then, they won it all.

2,800 years later, a new generation of elves and human heroes returned to this battlefield once again, fighting for the sacred oath that once again bloomed with brilliance.

But today, it is the man who leans on him who dominates all of this.

A seemingly weak man who has repeatedly performed miracles.

A man who had protected her and saved her life.

Veresa raised the longbow in her hand and shouted loudly, "Long live Duke!"

Unlike the relationship between Aurelia and Duke, Veresa does not have the fateful entanglement between the two of them. If you insist on using an adjective to describe her relationship with Duke, it may be attributed to "fanaticism." worship'. A fanatical feeling that has gone through the test of life and death and is natural.

Facing Veresa who looked back suddenly, her eyes were burning, and she wanted to swallow him up, Duke was a little stunned, and then smiled wryly: "I always feel a little sorry for Aurelia!"

Veresa insisted: "Hmph! What's the matter, the high elves never mind polygamy, nor do they mind polyandry. I don't believe that eldest sister would not want to share you with me."

"Uh, if, I mean if..."

"There is no if, if there is such a if, even if I tear my face, I will fight with the eldest sister. We are all women, why can't we go for a good man? Quitting silently and wishing the other party happiness is not my character. "

After all, Veresa gave Duke artificial respiration directly.