Chapter 880 What a Shameless Year! Run Towards the Sunset!

For a moment, Lexa's brain was frozen.

In his impression, Duke was always so calm and calm, with a general, oh, handsome demeanor. Always using understatement to command, he sent a large number of orcs to hell.

Whether it was the first and second Dark Portal battles, or the recent Battle of Dalaran. Although the tribe had not thought about it before, how could they not have thought about it later that Duke deliberately sent them heavy-handed holy light weapons and then dragged the tribe into the water?

The ability to count both enemies and enemies who are not allies makes every tribe leader tremble with fear.

So Lexa always subconsciously thought that Duke was the kind of insidious pretty boy that humans call him. How had he ever seen the majestic Grand Duke of Storm and Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance look like such a ruffian?

On the other hand, even though she knew that everything Duke said was the truth and there was nothing wrong with it, Lexa was still furious. However, he understood that Duke was helping the tribe to play aggressive generals and taunt, and it was a group taunt. Even if he was angry, he could only swallow it in his own stomach!

The inexplicable pain and sourness that accompanied the shooting made Lexa grit his teeth as if he had a toothache.

Rexxar and the sober Horde scouts were so angry, let alone the half-mad Fel Orcs.

Duke is the enemy to begin with!

Duke’s speech was also very lacking!

What else are you thinking about?

Fuck him!

It was like a large bucket of ice water was thrown into the boiling oil pan, and the evil orcs, including Grom, were completely fried!

With a classic "Lok'tar!", the green frenzy of evil orcs charged directly towards Duke's virtual image.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Tear him apart-"

"Kill Duke*Marcus!"

Duke's virtual image, who had been making fun of the group just now, turned around and ran away in a very unheroic manner.

Um! It’s so exciting to just show off and run away!

The scouts here also made a big mistake. It turned out that there were not five thousand evil orcs nearby, but nearly tens of thousands.

Behind him, there were nearly 10,000 evil orcs with weapons raised and frantically chasing Duke.

In front of you is the extremely miserable Rexxa!

Rexxar never expected that the roar of nearly 10,000 evil orcs at the same time would be so shocking, and it would scare the flying dragons so much that they flew into the sky and refused to come down.

According to the original plan, they got on the flying dragon and ran away, while Duke continued to release illusions on the ground to lure the violent guys.

When Rexxar finally summoned the flying dragon down, the miserable flying dragon was directly hit by Grom's throwing axe, and nothing happened.

The problem is, there are two miserable figures nearby and a group of guards, who are driven out of the forest by the evil orc army.

"Vol'jin? Thrall!?" Rexxa's eyes almost popped out of his head.

He immediately understood that Thrall and Vol'jin were still worried and followed them secretly.

Rexxar was about to ask Duke to lead the evil orcs away, but Duke, the bastard, suddenly led all the evil orcs in the direction of Thrall.

Not to mention, seeing thousands of compatriots with red eyes, saliva dripping from their fangs, who are unable to kill or fight, even a young and energetic hero like Thrall feels guilty.

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly, and suddenly a rain of axes came from behind.

There was no doubt that everyone was fine. Thrall's warg and Vol'jin's raptor mount knelt down at the same time. Rexxar turned sideways and knocked away the thrown axes, and then discovered that Duke was running extremely gracefully while dodging all the axes nimbly. This action did not look like a weak mage at all.

"What are you looking at? Who said that teachers can't exercise." Duke said confidently.

"You...can't you just lure the evil orcs into a trap? Why let everyone take the risk together!?" Rexxar instinctively protected his warchief.

"Hey! Thrall, aren't these your compatriots behind you? I'm just here to help." Duke waved to Thrall unceremoniously: "You can't expect a human to come to save you wholeheartedly. A fellow orc, right?"

Rexxa's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

Oh my God!

It took almost an hour for the wyvern to fly over. How long would it take to run back here?

The problem is that Moon Well is not a cabbage on the roadside.

According to Medivh, there are approximately fifteen moonwells throughout Kalimdor. The one in Ash Valley just now is already the closest...

Hmm, this distance is probably no less than two marathons and about 80 kilometers.

At this time, Thrall had already resigned to his fate and ran over to join Duke. He gasped: "Duke Marcus! Let a group of us just run back like this. Is this the plan of the most intelligent commander in the league? I'm afraid We were overtaken and hacked to death before we could even run.”

"Ice ring!" Duke snapped his fingers.

An ice wave that looked like a long wavy line appeared out of thin air and pounced directly into the crowd of evil beasts behind it. The evil beasts behind them suddenly stagnated. Under the deceleration, many evil beasts fell to the ground with a crackle.

At this time, the second wave of flying dragons attempted to descend to meet Thrall and the others.

As a result, before Grom was completely crazy, he fired a few more flying axes, which directly scared the two-legged flying dragon back into the sky.

Duke shrugged: "How about? I teleport back first and you lead them into a trap?"

Thrall was completely speechless. Duke was really leaving. What if the evil orcs didn't chase him?

Gritting his teeth, Thrall said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Marcus, please do us this favor. The Huihu tribe is willing to serve as the front line in the upcoming blockade of Mount Hyjal!"

Duke looked helpless: "Okay! Let's go for a long run together!"

Duke's performance completely subverted Thrall's understanding of mages. Is this guy who takes off his mage robe while running and reveals his toned muscles really one of those medicine jar mage humans?

After all, Sal couldn't help but ask: "How did you develop these muscles?"

"Alas -" Duke ran with an infinitely sad expression on his face: "That's a long, long story. All you need to know is that I developed these muscles in order to take down two goblins who were looking for life. that's enough."

"Huh?" Sal's head was filled with questions.

Duke looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and tears seemed to be streaming down his cheeks.

Once, when he patted Verlessa on the butt, Verlessa would still wonder: "What are you doing?"

However, when he later patted Vereesa on the butt so that she knew how to change positions, the two goblins could no longer restrain themselves.

How easy is it to deal with two fighting sect goblins?

In addition to requiring a wealth of knowledge from 10TB action movies, there is still the same saying - "You need to be tough to make iron"!

Over the past decade, Duke has embarked on a long journey toward fitness.

From a nerd who went to college with no muscles, he became a bodybuilder in real life.

Do you think you can easily perform "forty-eight moves" without six-pack abs?

So the two top leaders of the Alliance and the Horde began to run towards the sunset!

ah! As if searching for my lost youth——