Kill me, and I'll be resurrected!

Duke silently thought in his mind. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On his lips, Duke sighed, "The world has changed. If you don't keep your eyes open, you will only fall into the deepest despair at the moment you wake up from your dream. It's not too late, Aurelia, and you can still regret it. ”

"Regret what? Regret not seeing the true face of the Silvermoon Council sooner? Or regret that I served you? What are you kidding! I, Aurelia Windranger, will never regret doing things!"

Instead of wearing a Ranger outfit, Aurelia only wore a plain white dress evening dress. On the surface, this is a gentle and lovely beauty, but in fact, this is a heroine who is as strong as a storm.

At some point, Aurelia was already leaning on the shoulders of Duke, who was wearing a blue and white evening gown. Because of Duke's height, Aurelia is now slightly lower than Duke by half a head.

She snuggled up to Duke like this, even if Duke consciously hugged her waist, there was no discomfort, and the harmony was like a perfect picture.

Duke said lightly: "It's good if you don't regret it......"

"Little villain, not regretting it doesn't mean not being sad and not suffering!" After a pause, Aurelia continued, "Don't move, just let me lean on for a while." ”

"Hmm. ”

The two snuggled up to each other, enjoying each other's body temperature, and the warm feeling of soul fusion.

I don't know how long.

"Now, Duke, what will happen to Azeroth?"

Duke looked up at the starry sky with a deep face, his gaze seemed to have crossed the void, crossed history, and came to a certain point in the future.

Duke's voice was ethereal: "The Burning Legion has made moves again. Even if I hate to admit it, sending Sargeras into the abyss is not the end. In five years at the earliest, or ten years at the latest, the Burning Legion will definitely make even greater moves, and at that time, it may be necessary for all races to work together to get through the difficulties again. ”

Aurelia shuddered, and the three shadows in the trees not far away who had been eavesdropping also trembled.

The Windranger sisters remembered all the magic of Duke, the highest-level, god-like prophecy, which gave each of them a wonderful premonition...... It seems that his fate will be firmly tied to Duke's future.

Gently stroking Aurelia's supple golden thread: "But before that, I promise you that I will make Zujin, the culprit of the slaughter of the High Elves, pay the worst price." ”

At that moment, Duke felt Aurelia clench his fingers...... Those fingers that seemed to be tender and white jade suddenly turned into the sharpest dragon claws, and the force coming from the fingers made Duke's shoulders ache a little.

"I'm sorry......" Aurelia apologized as Huo Ran came to her senses.

"It's fine. Duke quietly added fitness options to his growth plan.

Isn't it time to get a Battlemage subclass?

Almost at the same moment, Zu Jin, who was in the tribal camp, only felt that his mind went blank.

"The Horde has done enough for the trolls, and now it's the trolls' turn to fulfill their promise to serve the Horde, and I need the trolls to obey orders and follow us to attack the human royal city. ”

Zujin thought he was having auditory hallucinations.

However, the serious expressions on the faces of Orgrim and several tribal chiefs told him that they were not joking.

The grudges accumulated over the generations, the voices and smiles of those tragically dead troll compatriots, all seemed to be presented naturally in his mind, and he barely thought about it, subconsciously slammed the table in front of him, and shouted:

"Betrayal!!!This is the betrayal of the tribe to the trolls!"

A black light shot out of the troll king's palm, nearly splitting Orgrim's hideous, ugly face in half.

It's a tomahawk! a tomahawk blessed by the power of the storm!

The Shattered Palm Clan Chieftain Kargas* blade fist struck the blade attached to his arm with lightning speed, instantly knocking away the battle axe thrown by Zujin.

The flying tomahawk was in the middle of the largest support for the huge tent, only to hear a loud "boom", a strong wind burst out from the axe at this time, under the impact of the wind turbulence, the huge tent made of animal skin was torn into large pieces of broken skin by the huge force, and flew out in an instant.

The turbulence caused by the storm instantly sent several guards stationed near the Great Chief's tent out of the way. One of them even crashed into a huge stone pillar next to the tent, and he almost screamed in pain. However, the loyal guard did not complain in the slightest, and he ignored the pain in his back as if all his bones were broken, got up from the ground, and shouted as he rushed to the camp, "Enemy attack—"

The camp of the Great Chief was attacked?!

In less than a second, the entire tribal camp was fried.

"It's okay!calm down!," Orgrim roared, temporarily calming the commotion.

When the huge tent collapsed, revealing the panting axe-wielding Zujin and the cross-eyed Kagas, who raised the blade in his arm, everyone realized that the trolls and the tribe seemed to have collapsed.

Zujin is not alone.

There are also several small chieftains from different clans around Zujin.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Zujin is a small tribal chief.

Zujin opened up the stance, and they naturally drew their weapons. Originally, the orcs had already camped with the trolls, and there was no fence to block each other before, but now that something suddenly happened, everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't know whether to take a shot or not.

"Orgrim - you liar! Say you want to conquer the whole world together, the orcs want the plains and mountains, and the trolls keep all the forests!" Zukin roared loudly, waving his long, powerful arms excitedly.

"The tribe didn't lie to you! But in the covenant, we wrote 'The Horde will help you defeat the main force of the High Elves, and the trolls will complete the final revenge.' The covenant is clearly written!" Orgrim took out the covenant and held it high: "The tribe killed a total of 70,000 elven armies in two wars. In fact, you trolls have killed more than 100,000 elven civilians. The Tribe has fulfilled its promise!"

"No! that's not enough! those long-eared Silvermoon City are still there! Why? Why do the orcs flinch when they see that blue battle flag today. ”

"No, it's not about that flag. The point is that we have received the latest news, the Horde's offensive of another army of 200,000 orcs in the Silver Pines Forest has been hindered and besieged, and we must capture the capital of a human kingdom as soon as possible, relieve their pressure, and rescue them. "Orgrim tried to disguise everything with strategic necessity.

From a grand strategic point of view, Orgrim's choice is undoubtedly the right one. (To be continued.) )