Chapter 715 Who Is in Charge of the Marcus Family?

This was no ordinary fireball. It was summer, and ordinary fireballs could easily cause wildfires.

But Duke's fireball was different. The fireball seemed very huge. Once it hit it, these zombies burned violently in an instant.

The scorching air waves rushed back, and even Renault and Sally, who were more than ten meters away, subconsciously raised their hands to cover themselves.

This power alone is more powerful than any mage they have ever seen.

They wanted to take a closer look at Duke, the mysterious young mage, but what happened to the zombies quickly forced them to turn their attention back.

Originally, Renault wanted to add a sword or something, such as killing the living corpses that were not completely destroyed by the flames and were still rushing towards them.

Zombies can't feel pain. If they are really picked up by a burning zombie, the flames on their bodies will become a deadly weapon to kill Renault.

But Duke's fireball has unimaginable power. The tongues of fire quickly scorch and carbonize the zombies' muscles, turning them into humanoid ash.

What is extremely strange is that the flames on each zombie will be extinguished before falling to the ground.

Soon, everything fell silent.

There is no unpleasant roar of zombies, no unending twitching of the living dead, not even the crackling sound of flames gnawing at corpses or wooden houses.

The hot summer wind blew slowly through the forest, making bursts of sigh-like sounds.

Regardless of who this mysterious young mage named Duke was, Renault and Sally were thankful to see the living corpses burned to ashes.

Duke didn't answer Sally's question about who he was.

He looked very unhappy. He had thought that he had come back too early. At least the Scourge had not started wreaking havoc, so there should be no big problem. After all, Kel'Thuzad was tortured by Duke more than ten years ago, and even his soul was destroyed. The holy light passed away. Logically speaking, even if there is a curse sect, it shouldn't be too strong.

It seems that is not the case now.

This is not at all like the Curse Sect conducting some human experiments.

This should be regarded as a natural disaster, even if it is still in its early stages.

Suddenly, the sound of a fierce fight floated in the wind.

Was anyone else attacked? And there are quite a few people! ?

Duke frowned, turned around and said, "Protect yourselves."

After saying that, without looking back, he [Flashed] and left.

It was a [flash] over thirty meters away. When Duke appeared thirty meters away, he seemed to curse, ran a few steps, and then there was another [flash].

In the eyes of Renault and the two of them, Duke was already a monster.

Renault turned his head: "If he wanted to do something to you not long ago..."

Sally smiled bitterly: "How do I know? But fortunately, he is on the side of humans."

"What do we do now?"

Sally said firmly: "Follow me."

"But we are not here..."

"We are just trainees, and the orders are not given to us, right? I believe in the Holy Light, and I cannot allow myself to ignore death." Sally smiled, with her snow-white short hair, which was a kind of Reno The holiness that I have always been secretly fascinated by.

Renault roughly wiped off the disgusting slurry stuck to his body and sword, and ran forward in the direction where Duke disappeared.

It didn't take them long to reach their destination.

It was a very tragic battlefield.

On the avenue, at least hundreds of zombies were besieging a carriage. The carriage should belong to a high-ranking noble, because except for high-ranking nobles, no one would have a escort of more than thirty people and a magician as a bodyguard.

This escort seemed to be well-trained, but the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves was too great. If it weren't for the huge fireballs that kept shooting out from the carriage compartment, the pitiful circle formed by the escorts would have been broken long ago.

Even so, seeing the huge scratches crisscrossing the carriage, you can know that the carriage's defense line was actually breached.

A chill rose from Reno's tailbone to his forehead.

Damn it! This is the main road connecting Dalaran and Stromgarde! I just walked through here yesterday. When did there become so many living dead?

The only good thing is that the situation of the convoy being besieged has been greatly improved due to Duke's arrival.

Three walls of fire rose outside the carriage. Every zombie who dared to rush into the wall of fire would be burned within a few steps and turned into a pile of blackened charcoal.

Although the all-too-familiar bodies of the zombies continued to charge towards the carriage, the aid of a high-level mage still made the carriage's escorts sigh a great deal of relief.

Standing on the hill, Duke flicked his fingers, and fireballs rained down on the zombies. A well-timed fireball, each shot caused the bones of several zombies to scatter in an instant.

After a few minutes, the world became quiet.

After the fire wall was lowered, two of the survivors of the disaster walked over, as if they wanted to thank Duke.

However, Duke flashed past the two guards and came straight to the front of the carriage.

His sudden action made the guards immediately alert.

These days, things are rough.

Not every guy who refuses to save someone must be a villain.

Not everyone who saves you must be a saint.

The remaining guards did not raise their swords, but everyone looked at Duke warily. Although these faces were young and none of them looked middle-aged, their calm aura told Duke that everyone here had been on the battlefield and had seen blood.

"This...Mage!" Seeing the linen clothes on Duke's body, the leading guard couldn't make the connection between Duke and those noble mages wearing gorgeous mage robes. Unfortunately, Duke's powerful magic power is an indisputable fact. Therefore, the captain of the guard chose more respectful and tactful words as much as possible.

Duke was quite excited.

right! That's right!

It has been ten years since he left the world of Azeroth.

Although ten years cannot be said to be a time of great changes, many things and industries have undergone tremendous changes.

Like the death of King Lion.

He didn't know how many traces he had left in this world.

In front of him was a group of guards with hidden marks, but when he saw the familiar emblems on the guards in a relatively hidden position, he could no longer control his emotions.

Ignoring the nervous guards, Duke strutted up to the carriage and cleared his throat.

"An old friend is visiting! May I ask, who is the head of the Marcus family in Stormwind Kingdom now?"

There was silence in the carriage compartment, but three seconds later, an excited female voice came out.

"It was me originally, but now...it's you."

ha! ?

Before Duke could react, he only saw the door of the carriage being suddenly knocked open, and then a slim figure threw Duke down like a moth to a flame, regardless of his own safety.

The confused Duke had a bad close contact with the black earth on the back of his head.

The next moment, there was a soft and sweet touch on my lips.