When Mograini was worried about what was going on with Duke and ran back with his guards to find someone, all he saw was a lonely man with tears on his face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Where's Miss Barov?"

"I'm sending her back to Stormwind. ”

It is only right that women and non-combatants should be sent away before the war begins.

But what is the tear stain on Duke's face?

What about the sudden high momentum on his body, and the elements that are constantly stirring?

Mograini hadn't seen Duke in more than a decade.

Even in the battle when Duke and the whole of Karazhan disappeared, Duke and Mograini were fighting on different battlefields.

Mograini's impression of Duke is still stuck on 'having unparalleled resourcefulness and courage, but his own strength has not been strong'.

It has never been possible to equate Duke with the strong.

Now it's different, even he, a paladin who is almost a layman in the occult realm, can feel Duke's strength.

Has Duke been promoted to Archmage of the Sun?

No!

No!

Compared to Antonidas, he seems to be a little bit behind.

It also has that radiant sense of elemental agitation, but it's just ...... There seems to be a gap in quality.

Even so, it was terrifying.

Duke isn't even thirty yet, right?

With the light above, he still looked about the same as he had been eighteen.

Mograini's surprise was limited to that. If he knew that Duke was already immortal, perhaps that was the real envy and jealousy at that time.

Quickly picking up their mood, they set their sights on the bottom of the mountain.

The battle between the orc army and the Scourge has become white-hot.

Elite orc warriors from Warsong and Frostwolf formed a five-kilometer-long battle line, holding back the undead frenzy from north to south.

With this front maintained, a little further south were the migratory armies of the orcs.

Countless orc women and children carried them on their shoulders and arms, and ran wildly with small orcs of all sizes.

If it were a human being, it would be impossible to pass through the Plains of Hillsbrad in such a short time under the impact of the Sea of the Undead.

The characteristics of human beings to drag their families and bring their possessions with them doomed the migration of human civilians to rarely exceed 50 kilometers per day.

Orcs are different.

The rugged orcs use the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed. Accustomed to a safari life, even if his hands are empty, he is not afraid of starvation.

What's more, many orcs have just come out of prison, and no one has any possessions.

As a result, the orc women and children marched faster than even the fully armed march of the human army.

"Attack, you brainless guys!" Less Frost roared, the soul punishment from the high-level undead, causing a large number of mid-level undead to shudder.

They roared, and with their soulful shouts, they drove away zombies, ghouls, and other low-level undead like a continuous wave, slapping at the orc columns.

This time, not only Les Frost, but also Alsace were alarmed.

"Orcs, filthy creatures...... "Arthas's fall is a fall on the level of mind and soul, it doesn't mean that he has been brainwashed.

On the contrary, he was well aware of the combat power of the orcs.

When he was growing up, Uther had long had him fight against orc slaves in order to train him. Similarly, before his fall, he was involved in the suppression of the orc uprising.

Most importantly, he had experienced the battle in which Lordaeron had almost fallen, and had experienced the tremor that made him feel ashamed and uneasy to this day.

Although he no longer believed that he still had human feelings, the vengeful anger drove him to make a decision.

Alsace raised his hand.

The huge black flag began to move.

Beside him were hundreds of death knights riding skeletal horses.

They all accompanied Alsace in the northern and southern wars, from Andorhar in Lordaeron to the cold and piercing Northrend, until Arthas pulled out the [Frost Sorrow] and fell, before Arthas took his life and became the elite of the Death Knight.

As soon as they started to charge, they were immediately sensed by the orcs.

Thrall yelled, "Orgrim, is there any way to do it? Looks like there's a great guy coming!"

Ogrim glanced at the orc women and children migration brigade who had not passed through behind him, and turned back sharply: "Thrall, as a future star who is responsible for the revival of the orcs, you answer me as the alternate Great Chief!

"N-never!" Sal's reply was sonorous!

Nearby Grom, Lexa, and thousands of orcs who were fighting bloodily smiled at the same time.

“Lok-tar，ogar”

Victory, death!

How many years?

I don't know how many years, the orcs have never shouted this domineering slogan with such momentum and tens of thousands of people.

At this moment, those old orcs who had experienced the Second Battle of the Dark Gate all had a feeling of tears in their eyes.

Another incomparably sharp slash, and the zombies and ghouls who rushed in front of the orc battle column fell in pieces like wheat harvesting.

Just then, the Death Knights of Arthas rushed over.

Obviously, it was a skeletal war horse that looked so thin that only bones remained, because it exuded a stronger aura of death, which made the low-level undead on the road retreat one after another, charging like an icebreaker, easily killing the orc battle column in just a few minutes.

It was a no-showy collision.

Is it the waves that break the embankment?

Or did the levee crash into the waves?

The strongest voice since the beginning of the battle told mortal beings an answer - no matter who wins or loses!

Orcs are not good at defense.

Although it may seem that the orcs are on the defensive side, that is only an illusion, and the orcs are solely committed to destroying the enemy to maintain this so-called line of defense.

When the Death Knight kills, either the Death Knight's dark magic kills the orc in seconds, or the orc uses the war hammer in his hand that exudes a faint divine brilliance, and smashes all the bone warhorses under the death knight's body into powder.

The instantaneous duel is the tip of the needle against the wheat.

This kind of terrifying fighting is more like ending up together, which makes the leaders of both sides feel a little painful.

"Kill—"

“Lok-tar！”

In the blink of an eye, it was a dog-tooth scuffle.

Just as the Death Knights rushed into the battle line, even the Scourge didn't notice that at the southernmost tip of the Alterac Mountains not far away, a force quietly entered.

At first, no one noticed the troops, because outside the troops, there were several square kilometers of cold fog.

It felt like it was no different from the cold canopy of the undead of the Scourge. (To be continued.) )