Chapter 734 Quietly...

When Mograine was worried about what happened to Duke and ran back with his bodyguard to find someone, all he saw was a lonely man with tears on his face.

"Where's Miss Barov?"

"I sent her back to Stormwind City."

It is the right thing to send away the women and non-combatants before the war begins.

But what's with the tears on Duke's face?

What's with that sudden surge of aura and that agitating element in him?

Mograine hasn't seen Duke for more than ten years.

Even in the battle where Duke and the entire Karazhan disappeared, Duke and Mograine were fighting in different battlefields, one in the south and one in the north.

Mograine's impression of Duke still remains that he has unparalleled resourcefulness and courage, but his own strength has never been strong.

Duke has never been able to be equated with the strong.

It was different now. Even he, a paladin who was almost a layman in the mysterious field, could feel Duke's power.

Duke has been promoted to Archmage Xiri?

No!

no!

Compared with Antonidas, he seems to be a little bit behind.

It also has that radiant elemental excitement, but... there seems to be a gap in quality.

Even so, it was terrifying.

Duke is not yet thirty years old, right?

Holy light, he still looks the same as when he was eighteen years old.

Mograine's surprise was limited to this. If he knew that Duke was already in a state of immortality, perhaps that would be the real envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Quickly regaining their composure, they set their sights down the mountain.

The battle between the orc army and the Scourge has become fierce.

Elite orc warriors from Warsong and Frostwolf formed a five-kilometer long front to hold back the undead frenzy coming from north to south.

Maintaining this front, further south is the migrating army of orcs.

Countless orc women and children carried it on their shoulders and held it in their arms, running wildly with little orcs of all sizes.

It would be impossible for humans to pass through the Hillsbrad Plains in such a short time under the impact of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

The characteristic of human beings bringing their families and belongings with them means that the migration of human civilians rarely exceeds fifty kilometers a day.

Orcs are different.

The rugged orcs use the sky as their quilt and the earth as their bed. If you are used to a safari life, you are not afraid of starving to death even if your hands are empty.

What's more, many orcs have just come out of prison, and no one has much wealth.

As a result, the orc women and children were moving faster than the fully armed march of the human army.

"Attack! You brainless guys!" Les Frost roared, and the soul punishment from the high-level undead made a large number of intermediate undead tremble.

They roared, using their soulful shouts to drive away zombies, ghouls and other low-level undead like endless waves, lapping at the orcs' battle line.

This time, not only Les Frostwhisper, but also Alsace was alarmed.

"Orcs? Those filthy creatures..." Arthas' depravity was a depravity at the level of mind and soul. This did not mean that he had been brainwashed.

On the contrary, he was very aware of the orcs' fighting prowess.

When he was growing up, in order to train him, Uther had him fight against orc slaves for a long time. Likewise, before his fall, he was involved in quelling the orc uprising.

The most important thing is that he witnessed the battle when the city of Lordaeron almost fell, and personally felt the trembling that still makes him feel ashamed and uneasy.

Although he no longer believed that he still had human emotions, the anger that felt like revenge still drove him to make a decision.

Alsace raised his hand.

The huge black flag began to move.

Beside him were hundreds of death knights riding skeletal horses.

They all accompanied Arthas in his conquests in the north and south, from Andorhal in Lordaeron to the bone-chilling Northrend. It was not until Arthas pulled out [Frostmourne] that he fell, and was defeated by Alsace. Thrash took his life and became a death knight, a battle-hardened elite.

As soon as they launched their charge, they were immediately felt by the orcs.

Thrall shouted: "Orgrim! Is there any good idea? It looks like a very powerful guy is coming!"

Orgrim glanced at the migrating brigade of orc women and children that still had a third of it behind him, and turned back sharply: "Thall! As the future star who shoulders the responsibility of reviving the orcs, you serve as the alternate war chief. Answer me! Will you—will you abandon your people because of danger!?"

"No - never!" Thrall's answer was sonorous and powerful!

Grom, Rexxar, and thousands of orcs who were fighting passionately nearby all smiled at the same time.

"Lok-tar,ogar"

Either win or die!

How many years?

I don’t know how many years have passed, but the orcs have never shouted this domineering slogan with such force in thousands of people.

At this moment, those old orcs who had experienced the second war at the Dark Portal felt like their eyes were filled with tears.

Another extremely sharp chop, and the zombies and ghouls that rushed in front of the orc battle line fell down in pieces like wheat.

At this moment, the death knights of Alsace rushed over.

It was obviously a skeletal war horse that looked so thin that only bones were left, because it exuded a stronger aura of death, causing the low-level undead on the road to retreat. It charged like an icebreaker, easily killing the orcs in just a few minutes. In front of the battle line.

It was a no-frills encounter.

Was it the huge wave that broke the embankment?

Or does the dam break up the huge waves?

The strongest voice since the battle began told all sentient beings an answer - no winner or loser!

Orcs are not good at defense.

Although it seems that the orcs are on the defensive side, that is just an illusion. The orcs maintain this so-called line of defense entirely by destroying the enemy.

When the death knight arrives, either the death knight's dark magic instantly kills the orc, or the orc uses the warhammer in his hand that exudes a faint sacred light to smash the death knight and the skeletal horse under his body into powder with one hammer.

The instant duel is like the tip of a needle versus the awn of wheat.

This kind of terrifying fighting style, which was more like dying together, made the leaders of both sides feel a little bit sad.

"kill--"

"Lok-tar!"

In the blink of an eye, it was a chaotic melee.

Just as the Death Knights rushed into the battle line, not even the Scourge Legion noticed that a troop quietly entered the scene at the southernmost tip of the Alterac Mountains not far away.

At first, no one noticed this troop, because outside the troop, there was several square kilometers of cold fog.

It feels no different from the cold undead canopy of the Scourge.