Chapter 879 Not Convinced? Come and Bite Me!

The situation is very clear. It's not that the tribe doesn't see rabbits and hawks. It's just that there is no way to deal with Mannoroth. The orcs will always feel that someone has a dagger pressed against their carotid artery.

This is the second time you have tricked orcs into drinking demon blood!

Moreover, Mannoroth is the vanguard of the Burning Legion, and unless he takes care of it, the gathering of troops will not be possible at all.

Since we have to save Grom anyway, it would be better for Duke to be generous and let him take care of it.

Regarding the magic circle, the tribe is confused. At this point in time, the tribe has not yet connected with the shaman in his hometown. Even Thrall himself is just a standard warrior, not the master of magic and martial arts in later generations. .

Duke easily found a mana node with relatively strong magic power in the Ashen Valley - it was a moon well, and then released dozens of mage hands to arrange the magic circle in a dizzying manner.

Seeing this scene, the tribe collectively fell into silence.

Vol'jin gently encouraged Thrall: "Don't be discouraged! Human lifespan is short. It is possible that there will not be one such evil talent as Duke in a thousand years."

The implication is that Sal is younger. At worst, if Duke dies, then Sal will come forward.

"The alliance is too strong. How the tribe will rise depends on your decision, my young warchief."

Thrall nodded heavily.

Fifty meters away, Duke had a cross-shaped vein on his forehead. Although they were far apart, Wojin deliberately spoke in troll language that Thrall could also understand, but it couldn't stand up to the wide listening range and translation of the system elf. The software is cruel!

Hello! If I said that I would live forever unless I died at the hands of demons, would your tribe collectively commit suicide by jumping into the sea?

Uh-huh, normal heart, normal heart...

The magic circle does not require too much effort. It is not so much a magic circle as it is a relatively simple exorcism circle. As long as there are enough Stratholme Holy Water and Moon Well, other things are only auxiliary.

Moon Well is a good thing!

As the name suggests, the Moon Well is also inextricably linked to the Well of Eternity. It turns out that after the Well of Eternity exploded 10,000 years ago, the energy of the well water formed the Azeroth Magic Network we are familiar with today, and other scattered energy was scattered to every corner of the world.

So the night elves rebuilt the scattered energy into the shape of the moon well to serve the night elves. Legend has it that the Moon Goddess slept in the waters of the Well of Eternity during the day. The night elves believed in the Moon Goddess, so they named these wells built by the scattered energy of the Well of Eternity the Moon Wells.

As the purest energy liquid, Moon Well itself has a purifying effect as long as it is not polluted too strongly. Duke still remembers the days when he used to purify devil cloth into moon cloth every now and then in the game to make some small money.

After everything was settled, Duke, guided by the tribal scouts led by Rexxar, spent about an hour catching up with Grom and his Warsong Orcs.

Descending from the flying dragon, looking into the distance, they had just attacked a night elf base, and the evil orcs were wreaking havoc in the base.

Lexa said angrily in poor Common Tongue: "Duke Marcus, for the sake of... they will also participate in the upcoming war against the Burning Legion... please try to hurt them as little as possible!"

"You don't need to tell me, I can do it." Duke walked towards the camp filled with flames and blood without looking back.

there--

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Ouch oh ah——"

A night elf hunter with dark cyan skin stared at the sky intently. She had been dead for a long time. She and her compatriots died here after failing to resist the evil orcs. However, the evil orcs controlled by the blood of demons did not let them go. Even if they were dead, as if they were practicing swordsmanship, the evil orcs continued to attack the corpses with an aura as if they wanted to chop their corpses into pieces.

Suddenly, the world became dark.

The cold wind that seemed to come from nowhere instantly extinguished the fire here, making every evil orc's heart tremble.

A huge illusion of Duke, fifteen meters high, appeared at the gate of the camp.

The magically amplified voice immediately sounded.

Seeing the figure of the human mage with his cloak flapping in the wind behind him, almost every evil orc who turned around shrank his scarlet eyes.

Especially Grom Hellscream!

Duke's face that he was familiar with and hated so much easily brought back long-standing memories buried in his heart.

Duke's magic stick raised his hands flat, palms upward, as if a cleric was about to embrace a lost lamb. Of course, in the eyes of the evil orcs, this is an extremely disgusting scene.

Duke spoke, and with every word he spoke, his huge virtual image took a step forward.

"Who? Foiled the Horde's plot to capture Azeroth?"

"Who is it? Let millions of tribesmen fight to death in other worlds, turn them into fish bait in the sea, and turn into rotten meat on the loess?"

"Who is it? Defeated Orgrim, the great warchief in your hearts, and turned him into a prisoner?"

"Who is it? Let you be trapped in the wilderness and live a homeless life for thirteen years, spending every day in fear?"

"Who else? Let hundreds of thousands of your compatriots become slaves! Let the next generation of orcs grow up in cages?"

Five questions, one more pointed and more irritating than the last.

Not to mention Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Evil Orcs who were a little confused in the camp, even Rexxar, who was watching this scene from a distance, couldn't help but tremble with anger.

Sure enough, the next moment, Duke announced the answer himself.

"I am the one who defeated the tribe."

"I am the one who caused millions of tribal warriors to die in battle!"

“I am the one who took care of your former warchief Orgrim!!”

"The one who prevents you from owning any piece of land and can only live in pain every day in the fear of being surrounded and suppressed is me——"

"The person who turned the former warrior into a human slave in disguise is still me——"

Having said this, Duke's huge virtual image showed an extremely evil and absolutely shameless smile.

"Who am I? Am I not the great enemy of your tribe—Duke Marcus!"

Rexxar in the distance knew that this was a way to provoke the generals, and he knew that Duke was now an ally of the tribe, but he couldn't help but have the urge to hack Duke to death!

If his sane tribe is like this, how can the evil orcs below, who are a little overheated and playful, be able to endure it?

Duke's virtual image arrogantly swept his fingers across the entire field.

"I'm not targeting any of you. I'm referring to all the evil orcs here. You are all rubbish -"

"Don't accept it!? Come and bite me?"