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If Duke hadn't crossed the wetlands to draw out Deathwing, there would have been no three young red dragons slaughtered, and no Dragonthroat Clan would have been on the verge of being a formidable enemy.

The young red dragon is not a cat or a dog, and it is properly the combat power of the first-line chief in the tribe, and suddenly there are three in a row, and the tribe is not surprised.

Without this premise, Zuluhid would not have allowed 100,000 tribes to gather near Grimbaatar. There was no more Orgrim meeting at this tribal rallying point.

A lot of things are linked one by one.

Lordanlun, who rushed in for the sake of face, happened to encounter a parade of 100,000 grass and mud horses, and was directly pitted and almost lost his capital.

Not only was Orgrim leading the slaughter inside, but also outside, Zuluhid directly piloted his red dragon from the dragon-specific exit on the mountainside to the entrance under the fortress, allowing the dragon to breathe at the portal.

The portal is a condensation of magic to put it bluntly.

If the brainless orcs were to knock it with an axe and a hammer, it would be useless for another 10,000 people.

Dragon's Breath is different.

The essence of dragon's breath is the element of fire. Enough fire doesn't destroy the portal, but it puts a greater burden on the portal.

The mages in Dalaran were struggling.

"Who's attacking the portal?" the mages found their mana cost skyrocketing. Originally, it was more laborious to support such a portal that could teleport dozens of people at the same time, but now it is directly a hundred pounds.

"Bastard! it's a red dragon again!" Antonidas certainly knew what it was.

The blood on King Terenus's face faded, and now the infantry could no longer open the situation, and if they wanted to change the situation, they would either break their arms and let these people at the gate retreat. Either that or an overwhelming force must be committed.

No matter how you look at it now, the tribe has already prepared!

He asked tentatively, "Can Dalaran put in more mages?"

Antonidas directly blew his beard and glared: "You are so embarrassed that I am going to throw my precious high-level mage into this terrible chaotic war?"

The mage is definitely the baby bump of humanity and even the entire alliance camp. In particular, the academic mages from Dalaran are the worst at chaotic warfare, and the recognized way of using mages is to suppress the opponent in positional warfare.

Terenus's opinion, in the ears of the speaker Kenrito, was undoubtedly to let him deliver the food.

Now is the time to test Terenus's mettle.

If you withdraw like this, you will lose at least half of your elite and gain nothing.

If we continue to increase our troops, the situation will not necessarily be good, but it may trap more good players.

Terenus is not reconciled! This should obviously be a perfect opportunity for Lordaeron to make a name for himself and show his might, why did Duke kill tens of thousands of elite orcs in just three or two strokes of the tribe, and when it fell on his head, it became for the elite to be sent to death?

The old king's clenched fists trembled.

He didn't need to be reminded, he knew he had to make a decision.

At this time, Antonidas suddenly remembered something, and gave Terenus a divine sword: "Your Majesty Minethir, in fact, there is no need to be too pessimistic. When I opened the portal just now, I noticed the magic fluctuations of Lord Marcus, who also seemed to be in Grim Batatory. ”

As soon as these words came out, Terenus, who fully understood the subtext of this archmage, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood - he felt that he didn't trust Duke, and he invested more than a thousand elites, and in the end he was going to become a feint for Duke?

Isn't Duke dying? How did he get to the fortress surrounded by hundreds of thousands of orcs?

At this moment, the king of Lordaeron not only trembled with his fists, but his body trembled like chaff.

Terenus was surprised.

Ryan and Anduin were overjoyed! The two good buddies looked at each other, and what they saw in each other's eyes was infinite surprise.

Duke is alive!

Ryan couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward: "What's wrong with Duke, can you sense his condition?"

Antonidas nodded: "I don't know about his physical condition, but his magic fluctuations have not weakened at all. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the kings were moved.

It doesn't matter if Duke is dying, at least this guy can fight now!

Anyone who has seen Duke make a move knows that Duke is not a Morning Star mage at all, and he is more frantic than many Radiant Moon mages in group battles.

Moreover, all the miracles of his past always make people have some kind of positive reverie about him.

At this moment, the clouds above the fortress of Grimbaatar suddenly rolled back layer by layer, forming a huge hole in an instant, and endless firelight poured down from the hole.

The whole hilltop was blazing red.

Elder Dragons?

At this time, there is an ancient dragon coming?

How many ancient dragons did the tribe control?

Just when everyone's faces changed again, the style of painting changed suddenly.

No one expected that when an incomparably huge red dragon fell from the sky, it would actually launch an attack on those young red dragons hovering in the sky.

It's not the dragon's breath, or hand-to-hand combat, but an endless magical offensive.

Frost, fire, and arcane, the three violent output magic turned into a brilliant magic storm and blasted down towards each red dragon that tried to rush up and intercept it.

What's what?

Could it be that this red dragon is from the Alliance's side?

Everyone who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded, and couldn't figure out what it was all about.

Only Antonidas in Dalaran looked thoughtfully at the side, and Councillor Kenrito was one less - Crassus!

That's right! This later red dragon in the sky is none other than Crassus, one of the six councillors of Kenrito who had been incarnated in human form before, and now the red dragon Clay Ostraz!

Crassus fought in the skies, and even though he had already stepped into the ranks of the Elder Dragons in terms of combat power, he was not at all easy in the face of so many powerful compatriots. He was shocked to find that those young dragons had begun to be brainwashed under the influence of [Demon Souls], and they had more unconsciously begun to agree with the orcs' orders.

He shy away from them, but they besieged them without hesitation.

Crassus gritted his teeth and dodged left and right in the sky, but in the most tense moment, he sent a magical message to someone.

"Duke Marcus, I don't know what other cards you have! But I've used all the tricks I can use, and the rest is up to you." Please, save Queen Alexstaza!"

That's when it happened!

Duke, who had fallen asleep at the entrance to the Grimbaatar Fortress, suddenly opened his eyes.

He replied with a magical message.

"Wait for me!" (To be continued.) )