For another Great Chieftain Guard, who took the opportunity to sneak up, Boval, who didn't have time to retract the hammer, took advantage of the situation, and a whirling elbow blow that most orcs didn't expect knocked the guy into a grin. At the moment when the other party was in pain www.biquge.info Bovar grabbed the well-woven braid on the top of the orc's head with one hand, pulled it down, and violently destroyed its center of gravity. The next moment, the metal boots slammed on the back of the orc's neck, sending the green-skinned beast's ugly face into close contact with the floor, and slamming his face into the marble floor below.

Paladin's skill [Divine Devotion], the powerful power of holy light passes through the orc's body into the floor tiles, creating a circular area with a diameter of five meters around it, inflicting divine damage on all creatures that are not protected by the holy light.

Well, by the way, flash the dog eyes of the blind orcs and their own people.

"Ahh

The orcs at Berval's feet twitched several times before they reluctantly became a piece of charcoal.

Several brave orcs pounced on Berval, but they were all hammered directly by the Grand Duke of Storm. Just a domineering "Who else!?" Bolval can rename the golden holy light on his body to the qi of the king, oh, wrong, it is the qi of the king.

Of course, Berval was a humble paladin, how could he do such a superficial thing like Duke?

Also killing is very cool, and Sylvanas.

Aurelia and Lilath against Kilrog, Wenresa against Samuro, and Sylvanas free.

Compared with Bolvar, Queen Xi is the true god of killing. In the absence of a rival of the same level, the hero of the Agile flow kills faster.

A giant hammer slammed down, Queen Xi took a small step back, and let the hammer cross her chest by a fraction of a millimeter, and the next moment she suddenly pounced, her toes were a little on the head of the hammer, and she jumped up with force.

The speed was so fast that the orc in front of him only saw a green shadow flashing like a flash, and his throat and arteries had been severed by a short sword.

Standing lightly on the corpse that had not yet fallen, Queen Xi looked out in all directions, and in front of her eight extremely strong orcs pounced in unison. Outside, another eight orc warriors were waiting on the periphery.

The sound of the violent wind under the giant axe and sledgehammer was enough to make the scalp of the royal guards of Alterac not far away tingle.

Sylvanas smiled softly, but in the eyes of the orcs, she looked like a dark queen standing in a sea of corpses and blood.

In the next moment, they saw the electric light of thunder.

"Boom-"

Sylvanas grimaced and stretched her hands to her waist, where two smaller quivers hung out. It's full of metal arrows that don't conform to Windranger tradition, and the shafts are shorter.

When Queen Xi raised her hand again, and her five fingers popped out from the left and right sides of her hands, four short arrows shot out from the gap between her slender fingers, accompanied by electric light.

Under her unique technique, each short arrow was wrapped in electric light to form a spiral arrow that rotated clockwise, piercing the throats of eight orcs at once.

In the next moment, something magical happened.

All the short arrows flew to the bowstring that Queen Xi twisted and pulled in mid-air under the mysterious pull of thunder and lightning.

The short arrow burst out again, following the trajectory of the electromagnetic orbit that had just spread out in mid-air, hitting the eyebrows of the orcs at eight incredible angles in the left, left, front, right, right, right, right, and left.

A magical group attack skill!

Obviously, Sylvanas wasn't going to be taught how to use her newfound lightning abilities, she had just figured it out herself.

Orgrim's eyes wandered!

Everywhere the battle was in his sight, and it was clear that the scales of victory were tipping in the direction of the Alliance. After all, this is the capital of a human kingdom.

Even if the total number of soldiers is small, the defense system is quite complete.

No one went to suppress the generals of Alterac. Several generals, including Haas, had already freed up their hands to command the somewhat flustered troops, and began to strangle the orc soldiers more efficiently.

Orgrim entered Alterac under the guise of an emissary. Originally, there weren't too many people to bring in. 50 strong orcs is already an acceptable bottom line for the Alteracs.

However, now these warriors of the personal guard level have been slaughtered by the heroes of the alliance in a few faces. Ogrim's heart was bleeding.

The only one who is still dominant is the dragon knight of the Dragonthroat Clan.

But the Great Chief had a bad premonition, for he found that the most important and most feared one of the allies was gone.

King Alterac is important, but it's not enough for Duke, the Alliance's deputy commander who needs protection, to be King Aiden's bodyguard.

Duke's absence only proves that Duke is seeking greater results.

Orgrim had been fighting Duke for so long, and he knew exactly what Duke was doing.

In the world of Azeroth, most of the kings, commanders, and generals have a clear and distinct sense of locality. They will subconsciously stick to their important cities or resource areas.

Duke's tactics were completely different from those of these people.

Duke is never obsessed with the gains and losses of one city or one place, and he cares more about the killing and injury of the tribe's living force.

That's right, only to annihilate the horde!

At first, not to mention the black hand of the former Great Chief, even Orgrim himself didn't realize it. Gradually, however, Orgrim discovered that the tribe had far fewer wounded soldiers than he had thought.

There are few wounded soldiers, and there is certainly an element of orc bravery. More importantly, orcs have a very good physique, and serious injuries in the eyes of humans, as long as they are not crippled, orcs can stay up for a week or two, and the food can keep up, and they will often heal.

But there were too few wounded soldiers.

The new tender orcs, even if they are injured, will turn back and become veterans.

Veterans who survive a few battles will naturally become elites.

Dukning's tactic of killing one person and not injuring ten people caused a fault in the growth of the tribal warriors. The tribe can't train its troops, and it dies quickly, so naturally the elite fights less and less.

On the contrary, on the human side, somehow it is possible, a large number of original tribal warriors can become elite soldiers from a dozen or a hundred cowardly farmers. The exchange ratio between orc warriors and human warriors has been decreasing since the beginning of the war.

Thinking of this, Orgrim shuddered.

"Duke Marcus, what the hell are you eyeing the tribe this time?"

Orgrim couldn't think of an answer, but he could see that the tribe was no longer pleasing here.

"Withdraw!" Orgrim shouted, and the heroes of the tribe immediately managed to get out of the battle.

Orgrim's order to retreat, a little late.

After Duke placed King Aiden in the basement, protected by a squadron of royal guards and two court mages, Duke made his way to the top of the castle.

He saw an unexpected person.

"What are you doing here, Illusia?" said Duke, stunned. (To be continued.) )