"Human, tell me, why did you keep your hand!?" Ogrim was keenly aware of this, and he felt insulted. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Another magical blow sent Orgrim*'s Hammer of Doom flying to the front gate square of the Stormwind Fortress, Duke stood at the gate and sneered: "I'm not interested in you who are not the strongest and can't let go of your hands and feet!"

At this time, many of Orgrim's direct subordinates got rid of the human warriors who were frantically rushing to King Qin, and killed Duke.

"Don't go over!" Orgrim snapped to his senses and dissuaded his men.

Too late!

Orgrim is one of the few outliers who doesn't drink demon blood, so he's the traditional brownish-red skin of orcs. His men weren't, and the demonic blood made them stronger, more violent and irrational.

They didn't heed Orgrim's roar, but instead went over with a hot brain.

In the distance, King Lane, galloping on horseback, took Berval and saw this scene on the other side of the street that they would never forget.

One round magic circle after another spread out in the void on both sides of Duke, the magic circle rotated clockwise in an orderly manner, and the purple-blue lines full of arcane energy expanded along the circle, quickly forming an incomparably mysterious pattern.

At the same time, more [Mage Hand] appeared on the periphery of the magic array.

To outsiders, Duke "hula" and spread a pair of huge magical wings fifty meters long.

With a slight flap of the wings, the river in front of Stormstorm Fortress that ran through Stormwind City was infused by Duke's magic, and the calm and waveless river immediately rolled upside down, forming a waterspout that many people would rarely see in their lifetimes.

A piercing screech sounded. The water arrows that poured like a torrential rain turned into ice javelins with a lethal power comparable to steel and sharp weapons the moment they broke away from the tornado, and poured towards the orcs who rushed over.

Orgrim was stunned, it was the first time he had seen magic on such a large scale. With such a terrifying magic, even Orgrim had to swing the sledgehammer with all his might, clanging to shatter the ice edge spear that shot at it.

He can carry it, but what about his subordinates?

"Ahh

Countless screams came together into one.

In the blink of an eye, at least two hundred heroic orcs were crucified in the square in front of the fortress. Just as they began to torture and kill human warriors, now they are the ones who are being tortured.

The strength of this human mage was completely beyond his imagination.

Orgrim pondered how to kill the young human mage. However, what good did he do if he killed this mage?

In the distance, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves sounded violently, causing the stone bricks on the ground to tremble slightly.

Orgrim turned his head to see the spears from the south raised high into the sky, their shining tips with unspeakable ferocity. Orgrim recognized that it was one of the few enemies on the battlefield that the orcs were reluctant to face head-on—the human cavalry.

Under the action of the huge momentum, the penetrating power brought by the spear, no matter how strong the orcs are, they are unwilling to face it casually.

The leader was dressed in dazzling golden helmets and armor, and this dazzling dress made him a banner, and every knight who followed him and behind him had the same anxiety and anger!

Orgrim recognized that this was the Great Chief of the Race, and he knew that this battle could not be fought.

Orgrim wasn't too frustrated, and he made a bite motion with his jaw as if chewing: it didn't matter if the raid failed, the dead hole of the human city had been found. He can lead his men to climb the mountain once, ten times, twenty times. The weak defense here is nothing compared to the hard bones on the front.

Orgrim stared at Duke, who was still standing at the door of Stormstorm Fortress, and he couldn't open his breath.

"Human, tell me your name!" Ogrim yelled as he carried the Hammer of Destruction.

"Duke...... Duke Marcus!" Duke smiled and replied in orc language.

"I'll remember you!" Orgrim said viciously.

"Of course you have to remember me, because I'm going to be your nightmare!" Duke's smile was filled with an eerie mystery that Ogrim couldn't understand.

"Hmph!" a strong enemy is approaching, and Orgrim has no time to fight Duke. For orcs, true victory is always on the battlefield, not in an unnourishing confrontation.

"Withdraw—" Orgrim roared, raising his hammer. The remaining orc warriors gave up their entanglement with the humans and began to retreat in the direction they had broken into Stormwind.

What Duke wanted to pursue, in Duke's eyes, only dead orcs are good orcs.

An accident interrupted Duke's plan, and not far behind him, the young prince Varian ran out desperately.

"Shoot the human kid with a spear!" Orgrim wasted no time in ordering a squad of broken death squads.

Unlike Duke's refined javelins, the orcs, who suffered for the javelins on the battlefield, also developed relatively heavy throwing weapons - throwing guns made from simple sharpening of tree trunks.

It looks ugly, but it becomes extremely dangerous under the amazing arm strength of the orcs.

Duke had to drag Varian while summoning a wall of ice to fend off the ****'s throwing gun.

"Whew. Duke sighed.

If Varian stays inside and doesn't come out, he can pretend he can't see it. But now that Varian is out, he can't just run after the orcs with King Lane's only precious son.

Varian knew something was wrong, and looked at Duke with unease and trepidation.

Duke raised his index finger in front of his lips: "Shhh Otherwise, you'll be spanked when you go back. ”

The little prince was excited and nodded again and again.

The golden lion's head painted on the banner of the Stormwind Kingdom is getting closer and closer, and looking at Ryan, it is as if he has seen the ancestor of the kingdom who led the ancestors of the kingdom to this valley a thousand years ago.

Duke stood quietly at the gate of Stormstorm Fortress, watching Ryan gallop his horse at a gallop. Barely the horse was steady, and Ryan jumped off.

"Oh oh my God! Varian, are you alright! What about your mother?" Ryan, who was over forty years old, had not shed a tear when the land had fallen, and had not shed a tear when the enemy soldiers were approaching the city, but at this moment he was crying like a child, sincere and pure.

"The queen mother is fine!"

But in the next moment, Ryan raised his arm and was about to slap it down: "Hell, you almost killed Count Marcus!"

A mage's hand gently grabbed Ryan.

"I'm sorry, but all the guards inside have been killed, and I can't put the only heir of the kingdom in danger. Duke said cheekily. (To be continued.) )