Chapter 924 Half Right

"That's enough for you guys! Stop making trouble!" Duke was so angry that his nose was crooked this time.

However, this kind of Queen Xi is the Queen Xi that she knows well.

A very courageous heroine, from another perspective, she is also an expert at committing suicide.

As her man, Duke came to kill the general and capture the flag. I hope the queen doesn't have itchy hands.

Alas, why can't Sylvanas learn from Vereesa? It would be great to have a good wife attribute.

Duke rubbed his eyebrows and warned Queen Xi: "Don't play with fire. If you do something like me, you have a chance to succeed the first time, but you will die the second time."

"Of course I understand! Listen to you. This is not Yonge Forest anyway."

Well, Duke seems to have found the key.

If this was Sylvanas' beloved hometown, then she would have to resist at all costs and inflict maximum damage on the Burning Legion.

At this moment, in the tribal camp at the foot of the mountain, Grom's teeth were itching.

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.

After fighting with Duke and Duke's men for more than ten years, and then being rescued by Duke, if Duke is still the 'despicable guy' who can only hide in the army and play tricks, Grom certainly won't So called.

Now that Duke suddenly played such a thrilling game of beheading an army and capturing the flag, Grom, the self-proclaimed first warrior of the tribe, really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Hmph! I can do that kind of thing too!"

Grom was too old, and Thrall was not very able to control him, but Thrall used his wisdom to solve the problem.

"Grom, do you mean that you can also kill the lich, or do you mean that after killing the lich, you can run away like Duke?"

The dignified Hell roared, and after thinking about it for a while, he became discouraged.

If it were him, he would certainly have nothing to fear against Reggie Donghan one on one. If he was asked to break through the frontline army and kill a high-level lich, there would be no 30% chance.

If you go there and want to come back, don’t expect it.

It seems that a powerful hero like him always has a front and no back. If he goes up, he will either come back with a complete victory or he will never come back. There is no third way.

The images Duke transmitted to them certainly could not have been the smallest. This is like showing outsiders the extremely old 640*480 resolution, and showing your own family the legendary 8k ultra-high-definition TV.

The only thing the Horde and the Night Elves know is the fact that Duke personally killed a Lich Commander of the Burning Legion instantly.

In a sense, this is a protection for Duke, but it is also a disguised display of muscles.

When he was two hours old, Duke arrived at the tribal camp at the foot of the mountain.

There was no welcome or murderous hostility. Thrall, Vol'jin and Grom received Duke like this.

"What's the matter?" Thrall asked.

"No, I just want to share some information about the Burning Legion with you." After saying that, Duke took out a bunch of figures, oh, monster models.

The model is carved with the hands of a mage under the control of the system. This is the Azeroth version of 3D printing.

Thrall's pupils narrowed in an instant, and his eyes were firmly attracted by the monster Duke took out.

For example, the dog-shaped monster in front of me is covered with scarlet scales, its back is covered with black barbs, and two huge white horns like horns grow forward from the front of its neck. The edge of the ferocious mouth, which is somewhat like a bird's beak, is full of sharp serrated teeth.

But when Thrall reached out and touched the monster, a 1:1 projection suspended in mid-air and slowly rotating clockwise suddenly appeared. When the projection first came out, all the orcs present were startled. Brox almost drew his ax and prepared to kill the monster.

"This is..." Thrall's mind was attracted by the orc text scroll under the monster's projection, and he subconsciously read: "[Devil Hound], special skill [Mana Burning], mainly aimed at shamans and other spellcasters... …”

Thrall immediately realized what Duke had done. This was Duke sharing intelligence with the tribe in the simplest and most straightforward way.

Perhaps it could be thought that Duke was putting on a show, but no one could deny that without Duke's information, the tribe's warriors would have had to sacrifice their lives to find out.

In order to facilitate reading, it was also translated into orc language, and the key skills of certain demons were marked with red circles and so on.

Most of the orcs are illiterate. After living in the wild for the first half of their lives and being imprisoned for more than ten years, few orcs understand the orc writing. Fortunately, Thrall still has some of the Thrall who were captured when Ner'zhul invaded Azeroth. Full. Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to find enough manpower to explain to the soldiers.

The simple text explanation is not so straightforward, but with the stereoscopic projection, any orc who is not too idiotic can remember how to deal with various enemies.

It's really considerate of Duke to do this.

Thrall bowed to Duke very bluntly: "On behalf of the tribe, I thank you. You are a true gentleman."

Duke accepted Thrall's gift calmly: "We have the same interests in dealing with the Burning Legion. Besides, I can't get the most accurate information. This is just a general guide. When it comes to the battlefield, please adapt accordingly."

"We understand." As if remembering something, Thrall asked again: "How long do the tribes need to hold on?"

Duke cast his slightly melancholy eyes towards the top of the mountain: "It depends on the night elves. However, when the tribe needs to retreat, the Alliance will cover you."

Sal was helpless and anxious about this answer.

The Horde would have refused to cooperate with the Alliance if it had not been forced into a desperate situation. No orc would feel comfortable thinking that his own escape was in the hands of the Alliance, which had been his enemy for more than ten years.

Unfortunately, no one has a choice!

The terrain of Mount Hyjal is very special. It is low in the west and high in the east. The entire mountain road up the mountain is S-shaped from west to east. Coupled with the super powerful magic circle set up by the three guardian dragons, even Archimonde had to obediently go up the mountain from the west.

Who told him to be summoned to Azeroth and have his strength cut in half?

There was no fighting that day, but not many orcs could sleep all night.

At the foot of the mountain, countless blindingly gorgeous meteors and fire showers pierced the night sky, whirring and crashing into the Ashen Valley area in the south.

The Burning Legion is known as the "Three Lights" maniac - steal them all, kill them all, and burn them all.

Otherwise, why do so many races in the entire universe hate the Burning Legion?

I originally thought that the Burning Legion would take a shortcut, climb over the mountains and cliffs from Azshara, and fight directly to the foot of Mount Hyjal. Or we have to take a detour through Ashenvale and Felwood and come from the front.

Who would have thought, they guessed half right.