Looking at the vaguely familiar face, a name came to the queen's mind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She suddenly remembered that Anduin had mentioned it very seriously, and Duke's face looked mature because of the curse.

Could it be that he is......

"Duke!?" asked the queen tentatively.

Duke turned around and smiled: "I'm glad that you still remember your ministers after my appearance has changed greatly, Queen." But now is not the time to catch up, wait for me to clean up those orcs first. ”

It's really Duke!

But I didn't expect the change to be so big, not only has my face matured for many years, but I have completely taken off my childishness and become a young man, and I am nearly ten centimeters taller, and now I am one meter eighty.

Without giving the queen and the other noble maidens with stars in their eyes to think, Duke snapped his fingers and raised his right hand slightly.

Under the control of his pure magic, a strong wind suddenly rolled up in a huge throne hall, sweeping out all the smell of blood and burning.

In the next second, the frozen aura spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and each corpse instantly turned into a snow-white ice sculpture. The horror in the throne hall was empty.

"Master, I'm sorry, I ......" Wendthor coughed up blood and tried to get up.

Duke pressed Wendthor with a [Mage's Hand], he frowned and turned his head: "Is there a priest in Stormstormhold?"

Not far away, a thirteen-year-old girl suddenly spoke: "Yes, my family's personal pastor is in the side hall. ”

"I'm sorry for you. At the moment of the strong enemy, Duke did not pay attention to this noble girl with a delicate face like a doll.

Duke came down the huge hallway, and he saw Orgrim standing up unconcernedly.

"Human, why do you know our language!?" Orgrim asked in orc.

"Garona taught. ”

"Garona, that traitor!?" Orgrim bared his teeth, a deep look of disdain on his face.

"Suffice it to ask about the Shadow Council. Don't embarrass her. Duke warned.

"Hmph, you don't have the authority to command me!!" Orgrim let out an angry growl.

Duke didn't mind, either: "Orcs are wooden heads that don't have a long memory, okay, come on!

Duke hooked his finger at Orgrim.

"Hah-" Orgrim's figure sped up suddenly.

Ogrim had always believed that he was just caught off guard just now, and this guy in front of him was not the kind of terrifying spellcaster at all.

Orcs tend to have amazing instincts.

Unlike Gul'dan, who felt like he was being eroded to death by a strong evil energy just by standing next to him, despite the incredible amount of Duke's magical power, Orgrim almost instinctively felt that the concentration of magical energy on Duke's body was still far from that of Gul'dan.

"If that's the case, you can win!" Ogrim told himself.

Soon he realized he was wrong.

Perhaps, after being close to him, Duke is a dish.

However, Duke's actions have a sophistication that is completely different from his youthful appearance.

[Shockwave] emitted.

A ring-shaped ring of flame with a powerful impact mana easily repelled Orgrim's attack. However, Duke could clearly see that the flames didn't do anything to Orgrim.

The system elf prompts Duke: "Be careful! Orgrim has a strong fire resistance. ”

Duke's eyelids jumped.

Come to think of it, Ogrim, as a giant of the orcs, is almost at the level of physical sanctification. Back then, when he played with the Black Hand to jump into the fire pit and swim in the lava to retrieve the [Hammer of Destruction], Ogrim's fire resistance was not high?

It's like a firefighter rushing into a fire in a high-tech fireproof suit, and the flames don't hurt Orgrim much.

Pouting, Duke changed his ways, his hands stretched out in a chain, and every time he raised his hand, a giant azure hand full of arcane energy blasted towards Orgrim.

[Arcane]!

In the first hit, Duke discovered that Orgrim's arcane resistance was also quite good.

This made Duke a little bit of a pain.

It doesn't matter.

or boxing, or slapping, or middle finger flicking, it seems to be changing tricks to tease Orgrim, but in fact, they both know that the power condensed in the hands of those giants is constantly escalating.

One meter, two meters...... 10 meters ...... Fifty meters...... One hundred meters.

Orgrim didn't expect that he was actually beaten back again and again by Duke in the corridor of the long Storm Fortress. The pain was continuous, and none of the injuries were fatal.

Of course, this is only for Ogrim, who has an amazing resistance to thick skin and thick meat. When encountering other orcs who rushed up with yelling and magic resistance was not so high, Duke was a magic shot to death.

Behind Duke, there were bold guys, like the little prince, who ran to the door of the hall to watch. They all looked at Duke as if he were strolling out of the castle, and with a few steps and a spell, they struck down the hateful orcs who had invaded the fortress one by one with the same clean and neat means.

Unconsciously, the back of Duke Wei'an, which fell under their eyes, made them look stupid.

What teenager doesn't worship heroes?

What teenage girl doesn't look up to heroes?

Once upon a time, the object of their admiration was Anduin Lothar, and now, the name has been silently changed to Duke Marcus.

The queen quietly walked behind Prince Varian and placed her hands on Varian's shoulders: "Remember, Varian, only those who have the courage to stand up in times of danger are true heroes. Whether it's Duke or the warriors who have fallen to defend us, they are heroes. ”

"Hmm. Varian nodded heavily.

Ogrim was so aggrieved that he kept roaring, roaring, unleashing warrior after warrior technique in an attempt to get close to Duke, but he couldn't. The long hallway made his attack directional, and he had no chance to avoid Duke's wide range of attacks.

It's a feeling of being a cat and a mouse, but the cat is being played by a mouse as a bug.

With a change of terrain, Orgrim was sure he would be able to get around and give the orc-speaking human a hammer.

Until Orgrim was kicked out of Stormstorm, he didn't find such an opportunity.

Duke frowned, the stacks of his arcane blast had stacked to 8, but the damage to Orgrim with each blow had not increased. Whether it's the system prompt or the magic 'feel' that comes back from yourself, this is confirmed.

Ogrim has a very perverted physique. It seems that he can adjust his body to make himself resistant to certain elements or magic.

Truth be told, Duke didn't have a chance to kill Orgrim, but it was clear that Duke would take a lot of time to kill Orgrim.

For Duke, he couldn't kill without that orc. First, Orgrim is not a fool and will run if the momentum is not right, and second, killing now will affect Duke's plan. So Duke kept his hands like an adult beating his own child.

Hurt but not dead, that's what Duke did. (To be continued.) )