The Draenei are at an absolute disadvantage. Although they have the support of the Light and can heal their injuries theoretically endlessly, the Light is not omnipotent.

It is impossible for the blood lost in the wound to return to the body, and the lost physical strength can only be restored by rest. Unless there is an ultra-high concentration of holy light, it will not be able to resist the blades and axes and sticks.

In the face of an enemy ten times his size, the superiority of the Holy Light has been smoothed out. If it weren't for the limited magical support of astrologers, Shattrath City would have been breached long ago.

It is foreseeable that if the situation does not improve, it will be like a copy of twenty-five years ago, and the Draenei will once again lose in a war of attrition.

The orcs grinded away the city of Shattrath with blood and life.

However......

The drums of war, the clanging of blades, the groans of the dying on the ground, the roars of rage, all abruptly stopped by the sound of the retreating trumpet.

What happened?

Every soldier on the battlefield had a bewildered expression.

Last time, it was the Blood Elves who had now become astrologers who saved the city of Shattrath, which was about to be destroyed.

Who is it this time?

No!

No one!

In the desolate sky, there was nothing. Ordinary birds and beasts have long been frightened away by the loud noise.

In the distance, the orcs, having learned their lesson, sent wolf cavalry patrolling back and forth at the end of the field of vision.

There were no reinforcements in sight.

What drove Illidan's lackeys to give up their impending victory?

There is only one answer.

It was a banner with a blue background that had been raised at some point next to the Draenei Holy Light Battle Banner in Shattrath City.

Not a single Draenei had ever seen this banner. Legend has it that the flag of the alliance from another world is also blue, and the alliance has reached a preliminary alliance with the Draenei.

But the flag was a lion, which was a tornado.

Could it be that this flag scares away the enemy......

It can't be, right?

The Draenei garrisons almost forgot to breathe, and watched the scene with expressions that had been alive for a long time.

Not to mention them, even the draenei girl Iriel, who had just raised the flag with her own hands, was so shocked that her jaw was about to drop, and her teeth chattered: "Really...... Scared off those ferocious orcs!?"

Thomas, who was standing next to him, was also very shocked, of course he recognized this flag, or rather, he grew up listening to the legend of this flag.

This flag of the Duke of Storm is a symbol of an era and a living legend!

One flag to retreat from the army!

No one could have imagined that this miracle, which had been sung by countless bards in the tavern, and that this miracle that had happened under the Silver Moon City of Quel'Salas more than twenty years ago would be repeated again!

Boasting or something, Duke is already a demigod, of course he doesn't bother to do this kind of thing.

He didn't do it, and naturally Thomas and other people who ate melons told Irel about the legend of this flag.

turned the little girl into a little fan girl in an instant, and even the eyes that looked at the storm banner became full of a certain fanaticism.

It's not her to blame!

In recent decades, it has been the history of bullying of the Draenei who were bullied by the orcs!

As an outsider of Draenor, how could the orcs give them a good look?

Long before the Orcs launched an all-out war against the Draenei at the instigation of Kil'Gardan's Neozu. All kinds of border conflicts, hurting each other, have long laid the groundwork for this big war.

It's just that at that time, the orcs were a scattered way of life in clans, and the Draenei also tried to suppress themselves as much as possible under the persuasion of Viren.

But so what?

Orcs take pride in killing Draenei.

The brave Draenei, father and brother were decapitated, and the specimens were hung on the battle flags of the various clans. Wives and daughters were used as food to feed the bloodthirsty wolf warriors.

And all this came to an end with the great war that lasted for several years, and the fall of the city of Shattrath.

Defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat!

This is the portrayal of the Draenei.

Today, the evil orcs are here again.

Hoping for the light, the Draenei once again tried to defend their holy city, but no one really imagined what it would be like to succeed, and they supported themselves purely with courage.

The desperate struggle and the easy feats of scaring the orcs away form an absolutely stark contrast.

A strange emotion arose in the heart of the draenei maiden Iriel, who could not even comprehend herself, and she suddenly became desperate to see the owner of the banner.

At this moment, in Karazhan, Aurelia, who happened to be walking to Duke's, caught a glimpse of this scene.

"Yo! yes, I didn't expect Duke Marcus to be able to swagger and deceive in the Outlands!" the eldest sister of the Windranger family teased Duke.

Duke smiled: "If it's all those brainless evil orcs, there's really no way to do it." It just so happens that the one leading the army on the other side is Kilrog * Dead Eye!"

If you are another orc commander who is not sober, most of them will only be frightened for a while, and will never give such an order to withdraw.

Not so with Kilrog.

He inherited the memories of his life, and he also inherited the fears of being an orc.

It was from the second battle of the Dark Gate, no matter how much I struggled to succeed, how I changed my tricks and changed myself, and I was tortured by Duke's blood.

Unable to take Ironforge Fort, Armageddon was brutally abused, and he turned back to follow the new boss of Neozu, who was abused again and died next to the Dark Gate.

What's more, Kilrog is one of the few orcs with abilities. His one-eyed red possessed a certain ability to see through the future, even if it could only glimpse small fragments of the future. But all along, he relied on this ability to consolidate his power and kill all sides.

This time, without exception, he looked at the battle flag with his normally blind eyes.

Sure enough!

He clearly felt a ray of Duke's divine might.

Almost instantly, Kilrog saw an illusory projection of Duke larger than Shattrath City, and in Duke's deep black eyes, there seemed to be a dazzling colorful flame burning in the depths of his eyes.

Duke opened his mouth slightly, and the soul voice that came out in the next moment seemed to shake the entire Draenor world:

"Sargeras's soul trembled at my feet. ”

"The soul of Akmund was crucified by me on Mount Hyjal. ”

"Kilrog, which onion are you?"

"I'll only say it once......"

"Get out—"

The buzz and vibration in the soul world caused countless strange fragments.

Kilrog saw at this moment that Medivan, possessed by Sargeras, had died tragically under Duke's sword.

I saw the invincible Akmund killed in the bombing of Mount Hyjal, and his bones still hanging from the dead trees.

Saw the vast expanse of twisted Void Fortresses, wantonly blasted to smithereens.

It turned out that the new master, who thought he was strong and invincible, actually had such a weak side.