If it had been before, Duke would have thought he was crazy.

Now, he feels a bit like a gambler, he can get out early, but he hopes to win everything back through a Jedi comeback.

pressed more discipline, just to win and more recognition after defeating Medivan, and by the way, take back his own discipline.

I want to go deeper, but that's not the case at all.

What seems like a crazy move actually stems from a heavier sense of responsibility.

Khadgar hung up. The burden of fate, which had belonged to Khadgar, fell on Duke's shoulders.

The fate of the kingdom, the fate of humanity, and even the fate of the entire planet Azeroth are determined by Duke's choices.

It is true that Duke can not press his own discipline and let Lothar's elite soldiers fight to the death with the status quo. Although they have long put life and death on the line, who can guarantee that if they sacrifice them, they will win? Who can guarantee that if they pass the chess level, they will not have to sacrifice the next level?

Will Duke himself be worthy of their burning and trusting eyes?

Duke didn't know he was standing at a junction with countless forks in the road.

Countless people have stopped at this intersection that requires great courage, because of the instinct in human nature, people often choose to protect themselves. Maybe it's because of cowardice and choosing to escape, maybe it's because of indifference and choosing to sacrifice others without principle, or maybe it's arrogant and empty-sighted.

But unconsciously, Duke chooses to follow his heart - he wants to change this history and change the course of fate.

So, he took a step that even he didn't dare to imagine before......

Lothar has always had amazing instincts. As a half-orc, Garona's senses are also quite keen. The two of them noticed the change in Duke almost immediately.

Originally, before this, a tragic atmosphere had spread among the team, and everyone was ready to sacrifice. But with the changes in Duke's soul fluctuations, everyone suddenly found that there were many more 'companions' around them.

More than a thousand grotesque fishmen, armed with extremely primitive weapons, let out a croaking roar at the orcs on the other side.

More than two hundred gigantic gnolls that are more than two meters tall.

Nearly a hundred Naga, and one female Naga priest.

"This is ......" Suddenly surrounded by such a large group of monsters, the elite soldiers of Lothar were dumbfounded.

"Our reinforcements!" said Dukran, laughing.

"Oooooooo

"Hahaha!"

"Long live Lord Marcus!"

"Victory! victory—"

Morale was suddenly high.

Lothar looked surprised, then showed a faint sadness, he approached Duke, and asked in a low voice, "You paid the price with your soul?"

"or something, just pick it up if you lose it. Originally, Duke wanted to say this, but the words changed when they came to his mouth: "Everyone is ready to sacrifice for mankind, just me can hide in a safe protective circle, right?"

"You ......"

Staring at the orcs opposite, Duke's gaze seemed to go beyond this strange chess space, beyond Karazhan, and beyond the whole world: "If there really is a day when I fall into madness because of the loss of my soul, please destroy me with your own hands." ”

For some reason, Duke's smile looked so breezy and yet so heavy as a mountain. Lothar suddenly found himself choking, and he slapped Duke's shoulder with one hand.

"Okay, if there is a day, I'll do it myself. But I've had the privilege of being back in Stormwind, and I'll spend the rest of my life sculpting for you a giant statue that the whole nation can see in the Valley of the Kings. ”

It's a manly promise, it's a heroic promise.

Duke suddenly discovers that he has fully gained the approval of this epic hero, Anduin Lothar.

With a faint smile on his face, Duke turned his head: "Let's clean up these guys first." ”

The combat power of the two sides is compared, because Duke's soul recharge has changed. Duke at the cost of 5% of the knots, in exchange for an increase in combat power, from the initial overwhelming disadvantage, to the two sides of the combat power ratio of 45 to 55.

And it's just a mere numerical boost.

Duke couldn't expect any better performance from the guys he had killed.

The Gnoll Hogg and his younger brother, plus the Greyscale Naga priest and a group of male Naga, as well as more than a thousand unreliable fishmen, such a combination of land and sea is extremely unreliable.

Not only Duke saw it, but Lothar saw it too.

"Duke, are these guys under your control?"

"Hmm. I'm going to have the fish-man go up from the right first, and then the gnoll to the left. ”

Lothar was a man of knowledge, and he immediately understood Duke's plan - to pull left and right, and then break through in the middle to deal a fatal blow to the opponent.

"Good idea. ”

"Yes, this damn death game ends with the death of the opposing general. ”

On the black and white tiles, the fishmen took their seemingly ridiculous steps and charged under the whip of the Nagas.

The whole battlefield is full of fish-people, and even they themselves may not understand the meaning of shouting. They were black and overwhelming, sweeping towards the orcs like huge waves. On the surface, they have the momentum to drown the orc army array.

But that's just how it looks.

The orcs standing at the front form a green wall.

The fishmen at the front of the pack unleashed their crude spears into the orc formation, and if there were no accidents, they would have stabbed the orc in the chest in three seconds.

Unfortunately, the last thing in the world is accidents, which crash into a wall of death made of heavy weapons - they are like literally hitting an invisible wall. Hammers or axes that come head-to-head can easily smash their rudimentary weapons into slag along with their ridiculously fish-shaped heads.

This terrifying destructive force made the impact of the entire Fish-Man force stagnant. The fish-man who saw this scene in front tried to retreat, and the fish-man in the back continued to rush forward for unknown reasons, squeezing the space of his companions.

"Hahaha! Miscellaneous Fishmen, Die, Die—" The raging Great Chieftain's Praetorian Guards let out a bloodshot, fang-filled mouth, and let out an earth-shattering roar as they slashed melons and vegetables.

Often, each slash can smash multiple fish-people into meat sauce, or split into several pieces. The fish-men were obviously stunned by the unimaginable wild attack of the other party, and the chaos spread rapidly, and hundreds of fish-people collided in the center of the battlefield, and for a while, they turned into a pot of porridge.

If it weren't for Naga's scolding, maybe the fish-man would have collapsed.