The advantages of the traverser are on full display at such moments. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Knowing that Aiden's old boy was not kind, Duke was able to stop the situation from deteriorating as soon as possible and turn defeat into victory.

Knowing Alexstrasa's true situation, Duke was able to defy the Red Dragon Queen's revenge. It is of course extremely sad to be killed so many descendants of the dragon clan. But being controlled by the [Demon Soul] all his life, being tortured by a lame orc Necrus every day and still unable to resist, and continuing to let the red dragon die, this is the real tragedy.

As long as Duke turned around and broke the [Demon Souls]'s control over Alexstrasa, it would be too late for the Red Dragon Queen to thank him, how could she be angry at slaughtering her offspring when the formation was opposed.

Therefore, Antonidas's fear is completely untenable.

Because of an impossible anger and feeling that he owes Duke a big favor, Antonidas is also a model of taking advantage of losses.

Oh, that's not entirely true, at least those dragon skins and scales of the red dragon or something, this old boy has earned enough money.

Of course, that doesn't stop Duke from continuing to pretend.

On the edge of Alterac City, the Grand Chief of the Tribe, Orgrim, and his old companions watched in amazement.

Standing above the royal city, Duke was like a god, waving his arms, calling for the wind and the blade of ice, wantonly dividing the sky, causing the dragons in the sky to scream and fall to the mortal world.

No dragon escaped the terrifying storm, no dragon could pass through the storm to deliver even the slightest blow to Duke.

These sky overlords who usually soar in the sky are not as good as the fat pigs in the slaughterhouse at this moment, and they are being slaughtered unilaterally.

Orgrim vaguely guessed that this was another good thing done by the human magic array. As a warrior, the knowledge of the occult realm has always been poor, but that sense of crisis, that sense of urgency, makes Orgrim's mind frantically keep ringing alarm bells.

Looking at Zuluhid, who was embarrassed and harnessed the only dragon that flew in, Orgrim couldn't help but roar: "Is there any news of Guldan!? The tribe needs his evil power now!"

Zuluhid gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "I have sent a messenger, but there is no reply. ”

"Then send more dragoon messengers, two in a group, three in a group, or something, if you don't work, you can go yourself!"

He couldn't figure it out, could it be that every kingdom capital in this world had such a sharp magical defense system?

Stormwind burned 100,000 orcs in one fell swoop.

Quel'Salas has always been a magical defense system since he first entered the country, and it was only thanks to Gul'dan that he broke one after another.

Now that even Alterac, who is considered to be the weakest of the seven kingdoms of mankind, has a magic array that can annihilate hundreds of dragons, so isn't the magic defense of Lordaeron, the strongest kingdom of mankind......

Orgrim couldn't have imagined it.

After sending Zulushid away, Orgrim's mood was still too bad, and he couldn't help muttering, "Could it be that the capitals of every kingdom have so many magic defense circles?"

"That doesn't seem to be the case, Great Chief. A voice that was a little unfamiliar to Orgrim came.

As soon as the Great Chief turned his head, he saw a somewhat unfamiliar face, it was a Sword Saint of the Fire Blade Clan, it seemed that this young Sword Saint was here to return to his life, the only thing that made Orgrim curious was that the Sword Saint was carrying a human in each of his left and right hands.

Sensing the suspicious gaze of the Great Chief, the Sword Saint immediately explained in orc language: "Just now I hacked to death quite a few human nobles with the Sword Storm Blade, but these two young humans with the Duke's emblem have magical magical defense devices on their bodies and have escaped death. I think they should be quite important nobles for humanity. ”

Can you stop Juggernaut's Blade Storm?

There are definitely not many such magic devices, and even if they do, they are quite expensive. Orgrim remembered that Samuro had said that he had almost killed the king of the Stormwind Kingdom, and that king did not have such an anti-weapon magic device.

The other orcs are generally old and coarse, and only a few chiefs are willing to learn the lingua franca and learn about humans. However, the Fireblade Blade Blade Blade Mastering the enemy's language and knowing who is a worthy target is definitely a must for killers.

Others Orgrim can ignore it, before leaving the law, he has carefully explained to the Sword Saints, Alterac's noble badge.

Like the Juggernaut, just by the badges of these two young human boys, Orgrim could see the truth.

The Barov family, the two dukes, the new duke's coat of arms?

"Back to what you just said about magical defense, Juggernaut. Orgrim smiled sinisterly at the two young and flustered human boys as he spoke in orc language.

These two guys were actually scared to pee, and there were obviously enlarged water stains on the crotch of their pants.

Juggernaut didn't care, and replied in orc language, "I just casually asked them, and they swore that Alterac definitely didn't have such a terrifying magical defense. ”

Ogrim's heart was overjoyed, and he turned to the two guys in the lingua franca of humanity: "I am Orgrim*, the Grand Chief of the Horde, the hammer of destruction. The tribe's plan failed tonight, and I was upset. Of the two of you, I'm going to keep only the most valuable one, and I'll give the useless waste to the ogre for dinner. ”

He deliberately grinned, allowing his sharply intertwined fangs to shake at close range in front of the two similar-looking little ones, in fact, perhaps to the two little ones, he was more like an ogre.

"I said, I said, as long as I know, don't eat me!"

"Listen to me, Wilton's shit doesn't know anything. ”

"Don't listen to Alex!"

Ogrim was annoyed by hearing this, so he roared directly and pointed at one casually: "Shut up! I ask, you answer!"

Orgrim asked as he walked with the chiefs, who had been a little frustrated. But as he asked, Orgrim's eyes lit up.

"Hahahaha!" Ogrim's wild laughter echoed throughout the trail, and he patted Kilrog* Deadeye's shoulder hard, "We've picked up the baby!

Ogrim had no idea that what he had gathered so many powerful chieftains had not done, he had done it because of two boys who had returned from a Sword Saint captive.

These two young men are not cats and dogs, yes! They are the two precious sons of Duke Barov -- Wilton Barov and Alex Barov. (To be continued.) )