Chapter 732 I Must Go

It is completely conceivable what the scene would be like if the Scarlet Cross Legion rushed in and tried to rescue Dalaran - yes, the current orc army was the fate of the Scarlet Cross Legion.

A mysterious smile appeared on Duke's lips: "Go directly to Dalaran. What we have to face is nearly a million natural disaster soldiers and hundreds of thousands of orcs. But now, with the orcs helping us lead the battle, we can feel much more relaxed. More than two thousand hammers blessed with [Blessing of the King] and [Blessing of Strength] were exchanged for hundreds of thousands of elite orc troops as our reinforcements. It’s not a bad deal, isn’t it?”

Duke had a calm expression. Seeing Duke talking and laughing, he easily caused two rare and powerful enemies to kill each other. This ability to strategize was something that even Mograine, who had previously served as the commander-in-chief of the alliance, could not compare to, let alone other generals.

Duke didn't notice that a beautiful female general who had a face somewhat similar to General Abidis was standing behind Abidis, looking at him with some unexplainable fanatical admiration.

Abedis said: "When will we enter?"

Duke held his cheek: "Well, whenever Arthas comes to trouble Orgrim, we will attack. Remember, we must not look back and kill through the enemy's formation in one go, passing through the center of Dalaran. Convergence After defeating the mage group in Dalaran, we counterattacked Arthas in one breath. Arthas held the magic weapon [Frostmourne]. To be honest, Arthas should be at the semi-god level now. Our chances of winning are not good. big."

Abidis asked tentatively: "Over there at the Dragon Sleeping Temple..."

"I've asked. The Burning Legion sent many powerful demons to tentatively attack the space barrier of Azeroth. Malygos and Nozdormu can't come. The Emerald Dream has been unstable recently, and Ysera can't leave either. open."

In addition, Alexstrasza is still trapped in Karazhan in the void, and the Wyrmrest Temple is now a typical leaderless group.

Duke had thought before that the Hairy Wyrmrest Temple was in Northrend, and how could those scumbags from the Scourge dominate Northrend and sweep away all living beings on the continent.

Only by integrating into this period of history can Duke truly understand the depth of the Burning Legion.

Obviously, a large group of Kazzak-level demon generals and fear lords were holding back the dragon army on the periphery, making it impossible for the dragon to take action against the mortal scourge army. In Dragonblight, the only guardians of Wyrmrest Temple can only protect themselves.

Duke's lips raised slightly: "We will challenge the demigods later, are you afraid?"

"If this demigod wasn't named Arthas, I would have been scared to death." Abidis seemed to be smiling bitterly.

Mograine gritted his teeth: "Loyalty lies! I will never retreat until I die!"

Duke sighed.

If it were him, he would definitely save people and leave. There are so many mages in Dalaran, it would be tragic if all of them died here. However, it is people who fight wars, and people have human hearts.

Even with the banner of Kallia, if they don't try to avenge Terenas and just withdraw as their grandson, Mograine and Abbendis will not be convinced.

At the moment when Uther can't be contacted, Duke doesn't have anyone with incredible strength at his disposal. To challenge Alsace with the lineup of Mograine, Abbendis, and Antonidas alone would be to risk one's death.

If you add Orgrim, Grom and Rexxar, then forget it.

In the original history, Grom had a glorious record of killing demon lords.

By first forcing the orcs to face Arthas, Duke could use insufficient manpower to act as 'real' reinforcements in an unkind way.

Of course, Duke didn't want to keep Mograine and Abedis here.

"We don't know how powerful this peerless magic weapon [Frostmourne] is. If things go wrong, we will quickly retreat in the opposite direction of the orcs' evacuation. In principle, our goal is to return to the coastal defense line of the South China Sea city-state. As long as Once we reach the South China Sea defense line, with the help of the power of artillery, we are basically safe."

Mograine and Abbendis nodded at the same time, then glanced at Prince Arthas in the north of Dalaran, gritted their teeth, turned around and left.

No one knows how many undead the Scourge created.

In the deep Lake Lordamre, undead people are constantly coming out of the lake.

Even with the elite of the Scarlet Cross Legion, it is extremely risky to attack such a terrifying undead army. One bad thing is that the Scarlet Crusade has turned into the Undead Crusade.

Not a single Lordaeron soldier hesitated, because in front of them was Arthas, the treacherous son and great traitor who killed the king they swore to be loyal to for life!

The people of Lordaeron all went down to prepare.

"Ilucia, you should also go back with Kalia. This will be the most brutal war zone next."

Kallia has long been teleported to Stormwind City. Even though Kalia already has the strength of a regional bishop, her current status as the Queen of Lordaeron in a substantial sense determines that no one will want her to take risks on the front line.

After Duke finished speaking, Ilucia did not move.

"Um?"

"Duke, how long do you want to keep this secret from me? Are you going to face an evil demigod with your bad magic circuit?"

Duke was suddenly startled and then smiled bitterly.

"Did you see through it?"

"Hmph! Where is your [Mage's Hand]? As early as ten years ago, you had the strength to sweep half an army by yourself. Don't think I didn't see it when you took action in Tarren Mill. That kind of behavior How is your spellcasting different from that of the most ordinary Huiyue Mage? No, except for your superb skills, you may not even be able to defeat me."

Ilucia was right, Duke was in very bad shape.

Since his return, Duke has been secretly trying to repair his magic circuit.

Unfortunately, the ultra-long-distance irregular space teleportation not only places a huge burden on the system elves, but also encounters too many space cracks during teleportation, which keeps Duke's magic circuit in a high-load state of accelerated acceleration.

His magic circuits were not simply damaged, many of them were directly melted, in a state where they were no longer coherent and were almost twisted into a knot. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were useless.

Duke turned his head slightly and looked at the fierce battlefield in the distance.

"Ilucia, I have to go!"

A tragedy is about to take place. If it is not to make up for the regrets that have always existed in my heart, what is the point of traveling to Azeroth?

The current Duke is no longer the messy guy he was fifteen years ago. Duke would be fine as long as he is not a ghoul.