Chapter 752 Inheritance

"No—" Thrall and Rexxa screamed at the same time.

"Ahhh!" Grom roared immediately and violently chopped down the [Blood Roar] he had just raised.

It's a pity that this powerful and heavy ax failed. A purple figure as fast as the wind grabbed Alsace and the [Frostmourne] with the severed hand.

That was clearly the Dread Lord that Antonidas had driven away, another Dread Lord with a completely different color.

"Damn it!" Duke raised his hand and a large number of [Mage's Hands] appeared, and the instant magic covered it like a downpour.

The same was true for Kael'thas. He also threw a huge fireball the size of a carriage carriage and hit the Dread Lord on the head.

Everyone saw a sarcastic smile.

【Darkness Summons】!

18 death knights and 18 lichs riding skeletal horses came to the side of the Dread Lord in an instant. These high-level undead swarmed up and blocked everyone's pursuit.

Duke and Kael'thas flashed directly, trying to get past this group of annoying high-level undead.

But they immediately discovered that there were two Dread Lords blocking the front.

"Hehehehehe!" One with a red background and one with a blue background. The goat horns on the foreheads of the two Dread Lords trembled, and they both sneered sinisterly.

Duke gritted his teeth: "Withdraw!"

They have to withdraw, and no one knows what the Scourge Legion has in store.

Even if Duke understood that there was no direct relationship between the Scourge and the Dreadlords who were now affiliated with the Burning Legion, Duke would not dare to take a gamble.

If you want to continue chasing, you must abandon Kael'thas and let this noble prince block the two Dread Lords, and then Duke will chase.

Chasing may not necessarily catch you.

Even if you catch it, you may not be able to beat it.

There is also the possibility of losing Kael'thas in advance!

While Quel'Thalas is still here, this is likely to be a serious diplomatic issue.

The cost of doing this is too high.

Duke ordered the withdrawal, and Kael'thas was relieved.

Facing an unknown opponent of this level, Kael'thas had no confidence. I thought Duke would pursue it to the end, but it was unprecedented that Duke was so rational.

When Duke and Kaizi turned back to the main battlefield, more than half of the 36 cannon fodder recruited by the Dread Lord were dead. These mid-level death knights and lichs cannot be the opponents of the heroes. Without thinking much, Duke and Kaizi teamed up with everyone to clean up the rest.

Then, there was the parting of life and death in a somewhat bad atmosphere.

Orgrim... probably won't survive.

Mograine has not always tried to use [Holy Light] to save this temporary teammate, but unfortunately it has no effect at all. If the wounds caused by the demon-level magic weapon [Frostmourne] could be healed so easily, it would not be [Frostmourne].

The only good thing is that with the combined power of the two paladins, Orgrim's soul was finally prevented from being sucked into [Frostmourne]. After all, when this attack was launched, Arthas did not have time to inject enough dark power. .

The noisy battle sounds in the distance are getting smaller. It is obvious that with the joint efforts of the Alliance and the Horde, the undead who have lost their command have also fallen into a rout.

On many fronts, after the undead were wiped out, both sides fell into awkward confrontations. Fortunately, both the tribe's centurions and thousands, as well as the alliance's lieutenants, restrained their soldiers.

Normally, at such a distance that even the opponent's fangs or eyes could be seen clearly, the two sides would have started fighting and had a good time. Today is a little special...

Suddenly I heard a trumpet sound coming from the main battlefield.

The lieutenants immediately understood: "The whole army listens to the order and retreats thirty meters!"

The Alliance soldiers lined up in an orderly array, slowly retreating step by step, and exited a clear dividing line in front of the chaotic tribal battle array.

Over there, Orgrim has fallen into a dying state.

Grom and Rexxar stood behind the two war chiefs, holding their weapons tightly. Even if the situation was unfavorable, as long as Orgrim spoke, or if there was any change in the alliance, they would start fighting without hesitation.

Sal held Orgrim's body, but could not stop the blood containing white frost from spewing out from the wound on Orgrim's chest.

Orgrim squinted at Duke, who was standing two meters away, and then glanced at the separate battle lines of the Alliance and the Horde in the distance. He spoke weakly, speaking in a well-spoken common language: "Really Oops, I have been fighting you for so many years, and I have thought many times that either I will kill you, or I will be killed by you, but I never thought that we would join forces at the end of our lives, and then I would be killed by that monster... cough cough!"

Duke said calmly: "You are responsible for the birth of the Death Knight."

Duke was referring to the year 1 of the Dark Portal. In order to supplement the shortage of tribal warriors, Orgrim agreed with Gul'dan to stuff the corpses of human knights into the souls of tribal warlocks to become death knights.

Orgrim admitted frankly: "Hahaha! Yes! Speaking of which, this is also my sin. Haha! The person who created the death knight died at the hands of the death knight, hahaha! Irony! What an irony!"

Duke said nothing and allowed Orgrim to laugh.

After a while, Orgrim seemed to be involved in the wound, and he spat out blood again, and then said: "Are we still going to fight now?"

Duke shook his head: "Maybe we will fight again in the future. But not now. We have a more terrifying common enemy - the Scourge."

Although they didn't want to admit it, the three tribe bosses, including Thrall, could only nod. This terrifying army of the dead is definitely the enemy of all living people.

Duke spoke again: "Do you want to go to Kalimdor?"

Thrall hesitated, but Orgrim nodded: "That's right!"

"Go to the South Current Coast. I will allocate some ships to you. The quality will not be very good, but it should be enough to support you to the other side of the sea. Along the way, the Alliance will not attack you. But Gilneas or those who have not joined the Alliance Legion of Scourge, you have to find a way on your own." After saying that, Duke left without looking back.

Orgrim smiled, with desolation and unfulfilled wishes in his laughter: "Goodbye, my good opponent!"

Duke waved his hand and did not look back: "Farewell, Orgrim!"

Seeing Duke leading the army away like this, and until the Alliance army retreated slowly and orderly amidst the sound of horns, Thrall still didn't believe his eyes.

Orgrim pointed in the direction where Duke was leaving: "Did you see it? Thrall, that is the magnanimity of the legendary hero of the Alliance! He has a firm stance, a far-sighted vision, and the ability to prioritize. You still have a lot to learn. But I believe You, your future achievements will definitely be no less than Duke Marcus."

"Yeah!" Thrall gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

Orgrim struggled to lift the heavy [Hammer of Destruction] and handed it to Thrall's hand: "My hammer has been with me in battles all my life, and now it is given to you. From today on, you are The fourth chief of the tribe."

At this moment, Sal burst into tears and nodded heavily again.

The next update will be in the evening. Originally this was at noon...