At this moment, Dalaran, the atmosphere echoing in the air was extremely strange. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lordaeron's elite has been defeated?"

"Don't be afraid, we still have Lord Duke Marcus!"

"Yes, as long as he's around, we have nothing to fear. ”

A large-scale elite skirmishe that could have gone down in history and surpassed the imagination of mortals turned into the biggest joke. Just like before, the stupid orcs played naval battles with humans on the vast sea, and ended up delivering food. Today, Lordaeron has become the biggest laughing stock.

The elite knights who gathered most of the kingdom were slaughtered at least seventy percent in less than an hour. King Terenus could well imagine that in the days to come, he would be rebuked by the entire noble circle of Lordaeron.

If it's just a simple rout, that's fine, lose together. It's a big deal that the whole Lordaeron will carry it together, and everyone will go home together to **** the wound.

There was also a Duke out of the partially.

Duke, who had thought that he had died in an unknown corner, actually ran out again, perfectly using Lordaeron's elite as bait to lure away a large number of chiefs of the tribe.

What about the dominance?

How did the great country Lordaeron become an outcast who blocked the gun?

A breath of turbid air rampaged through King Terenus's chest, barely gasping for breath, and fainting on the spot.

Terenus's face was very dark and dark, not much better than touching the soot.

He was trembling all over, and others might think that he was saddened by the loss of the elite, but only he knew that he had a grudge against a little junior whom he had never looked down on before.

Whether it's Anduin Lothar or Duke Marcus, the choice of the commander of these two alliances is itself a no-brainer.

Using the noble Lothar as a mascot and kicking Duke away when the war goes unfavorably is what Terenus thought in the first place. With these two back-handed men, the promotion of Lordaeron's general to the commander of the alliance was a matter of course.

Who would have known that Anduin and Duke worked together perfectly, one mastering the western theater and the other perfectly coordinating the entire alliance, organizing many successful military operations and expanding the alliance from eight to ten?

I'm mad just thinking about it.

A compromise in exchange for two small and remote southern countries where hillbillies became the heroes of the alliance. His own Lordaeron contributed money and people, but in exchange for not the core position......

Look, the way the kings look at him now - it's all naked mockery, it's all the eyes of an idiot fool!

Terenus almost wanted to send someone to kill Duke on the spot.

But he held back.

Whether the problem of the Red Dragon Queen can be solved is unknown. If he stumbles on Duke at this juncture, he won't be able to catch up, and second, the alliance will really collapse, and it won't do Lordaeron the slightest benefit.

knew that he was almost out of control, but the veteran politician's self-cultivation suppressed his emotional impulses, and his fierce heartbeat gradually calmed down.

"It seems that our old bones are still outdated, and the future of the alliance still depends on the young people like Marcus!" No more chagrin, no more excitement, if it weren't for the gaffe of a moment ago, everyone would think that Terenus is the kind senior elder who takes great care of the juniors.

That's right, for Duke, Terenus decided - since he couldn't suppress it, he would kill it. Hold this young man to the sky, according to his experience, he will definitely not be able to see through this kind of conspiracy, once he gets carried away, it is time for him to fall into hell.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Terenus's mouth.

Unfortunately, Terenus is doomed, and Duke is not some sixteen-year-old turtle who has no knowledge and came out of the small village of Azeroth!

The thoughts of Terenus, far away, Duke could not know. He didn't take the huge loss of the Lordaerons to heart.

Really, the unintentional assault of the Lordaeron people helped him block the gun, which was definitely unexpected. From the beginning to the end, Duke never thought of pit the Lordaerons who had messed in.

This is already a duel beyond the mortal world, what are you a little Lordaeron running to mix in?

Is it my cauldron that Tyrenus is dead?

No, I don't carry this pot.

Duke is preoccupied with finding Alexstrasa.

From beginning to end, the Red Dragon Queen and the Black Dragon King, the two ancient guardian dragons, are the focus of this drama.

Unfortunately, Duke had no idea what would happen next. As a butterfly that instigates the general trend and changes history, Duke has changed so much.

In the original history, because Orgrim's main force had been wiped out, there was only one Dragonthroat clan entrenched in Grimbaatar, and in Zulushid's absence, the orc warlock Nexus who controlled the Demon's Soul took the most idiotic way - he led people to carry a large number of red dragon eggs and ran away from the fortress.

Now, the main orc force has not completely collapsed. The Horde's cards are still strong, not to mention the presence of several Ancient Red Dragons to help out.

There's no way for Necruz to run away, so it's likely to be a tough fight.

Sure enough, Necrus arrived.

Silently, an ugly orc head seemed to be suspended in the darkness, and the faint blue light that circulated in the darkness reflected half of the green old face full of concave and convex feelings. The long hair, like the withered grass rooted in the cracked earth, the cheeks of the orc warlock were deeply sunken, and the dull sheen of the face was reminiscent of a corpse.

Necrus pursed his lips, as if there were two sharp stones on his thick lips, and he was stunned to stick out two openings in his jaw, allowing the fangs to be exposed.

The hood embroidered with demonic incantations cast a shadow over the eye sockets, and the sunken eyeballs glowed with dead silence in the darkness.

If it weren't for the breath he could still feel, Duke would have thought he was running into an undead rather than a living orc.

Necruz spoke, with a voice reminiscent of death, and his lingua franca was so bad that Duke could barely understand: "Duke Marcus, the nightmare of the tribe." Unexpectedly, you still came. ”

Duke scepter said, "For this world, your tribe is a nightmare. ”

"Hehehe!" Necruz let out a rude laugh, "It's a pity that after today, there will only be one of the two nightmares left." ”

Necrus was right, the Red Dragon Legion was already the last big card of the Horde. After losing the main forces of the two major clans of Blackstone and Warsong one after another, the tribe no longer has the upper hand in terms of quantity and quality. And the alliance's terrifying military mobilization capabilities are only now being revealed.

Duke pursed his lips and imposed a conclusion on the meaningless argument: "You die, I live!" (To be continued.) )