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In the absence of backup, unless destined to be slaughtered, 100 combat power can be exerted at a maximum of 50.

It's different with reinforcements, and it's not a problem to use 200% combat power.

Duke is here.

It's really coming! with an army of nearly a thousand griffins.

Before the griffin could fly, Duke moved. A series of flashes of light appeared in midair, and these rays of light were so short and coherent that they left a long, huge arc in people's vision, leading from the sky to the eastern gate of Lordaeron.

At this moment, when the city of Lordaeron, where the core of the entire league is located, is about to fall, Duke arrives.

"Drink—"

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Duke appeared in the sky.

The water elemental in the air was converging at high speed, the water in the moat was rising, and under the gaze of tens of thousands of orc and human warriors, Duke gathered a large amount of water and poured it into the entire city gate cave in just a few seconds.

In just an instant, the already open city gate hole was completely blocked by a huge block of ice.

"Orgrim, if you want to capture Lordaeron City, have you asked me!?" The huge shout, through the magic amplification, directly penetrated the entire orc formation, straight into the distance.

Standing proudly at the head of the city, Duke hunted in a mage robe in the bloody wind, his iconic mage hand spread over the entire eastern city gate, and countless three-colored frost fire arcane missiles rained down on each orc's head.

Lordaeron's soldiers were often fighting bloodily one moment, only to find that the fierce enemy in front of them had been blasted off half of their bodies by the outrageously accurate magic.

All of a sudden, with the east city gate as the center, the orcs within two hundred meters of the left and right were empty.

After a short moment of stunnedness, the entire city wall immediately erupted in thunderous cheers!

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Lord Marcus!"

"God bless Lordaeron!"

At this time, Arthas, who was retreating towards the palace under the desperate cover of a group of royal guards, suddenly noticed that the battle situation behind him had changed.

At the end of the long street, the city gate was blocked by a large translucent white ice block. Arthas turned back just in time to see the tribe that had just rushed into the city being killed in an instant by the gorgeous magic.

Countless white mage hands poured down the air with a rain of magic. The only one who can do this is the legendary deputy commander of the Alliance, Duke Marcus, who inherited the name of his master, the Hundred-Hand Grim Reaper.

Looking at the incomparably gorgeous magical kills, at the dwarven griffin knights hovering over the walls and killing the tribe with the hammer of thunder, Arthas suddenly felt ridiculous - he knew that I would not run.

The griffin flew towards the towers near the walls of the city, and when they almost hovered, the agile elven rangers jumped off the griffin's back and stood on top of the towers, raining down arrows out of the city.

The elven rangers' extraordinary archery skills were on full display at this moment, and they could shoot arrows with long parabolas by feeling, and with the help of towers, they could extend their range to a distance of two hundred meters.

The griffin knights, who flew back to the battlefield, did not use their usual tricks to make the griffons fall down to kill the orcs, but instead left behind a large number of strangely shaped metal objects.

These large bombs produced by goblins have a higher lethality than iron grenades, and once the shell shatters when impacted, it will immediately explode violently.

The battlefield roared and was littered with corpses and severed limbs blown away by the bomb explosion.

In the distance, Orgrim, who had watched the scene, turned pale again.

Can make the big chief's brown-red face fall into iron blue again and again, Duke is definitely the only one.

"Duke-Marcus-"

For Orgrim, for the entire tribe, the name was almost a nightmare, no, not a nightmare, it was already a terrifying existence that had been upgraded to the level of a curse.

Again.

One time back.

Whenever the Horde sees hope of total victory, there is always Duke, or Duke's creation, to stand in the way of the Horde's complete victory. It is impossible for Duke to be like the legendary deity, leaving his own incarnation in all corners of the world at the same time.

But in every battlefield, there are legends about Duke.

His stratagems, his commanders, the strange but effective mechanical creations he created and invented, resisted the onslaught of the tribe almost every time.

Orgrim couldn't help but wonder if the heavens had sent Duke to deal with their tribe!

Without Duke, the Horde would have conquered half of Azeroth.

Over there, on the balcony of the palace tower, the maids who had just exclaimed were silent, and the royal guards standing on the side were dumbfounded, and everyone looked at Princess Kalia who was shouting on the balcony in a stupid manner!

"The light is above! It's Duke!oh—my hero! he's come to save me! he's come to save the whole of Lordaeron!duke!duke!duke—" Princess Kalia, who laughed and screamed, usually gentle and virtuous, and dignified as a model for the whole lady of Lordaeron, at this moment, unpassionately vented the grievances and fears in her heart.

Every girl has a dream of Prince Charming.

The brutal orcs are coming.

In the absence of the Father......

When there is no minister and general around him who can be relied on......

At a time when even his younger brother was unable to stop the enemy from invading......

At this time when he was already pessimistic and desperate, ready to die and die for his country......

Duke is here.

Riding a pure white griffon.

Beautiful, mighty, and full of legendary griffins.

As she had prayed and hoped, Duke had come at the most critical time.

As a savior, he used his supreme magic to save the city of Lordaeron.

Kalia couldn't describe the ecstasy and excitement in her heart, she only knew that the fanatical worship had ignited every cell in her body, and she only knew that her soul would only be branded with Duke's name from now on.

She kept shouting Duke's name like a fanatic worshipping god, willing to burn her life for him......

After repelling the tribe slightly, Duke flashed a few times and suddenly appeared in front of the stunned Prince Arthas.

The guards instinctively assumed a battle stance, and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Duke's Alliance insignia.

"Is this His Highness Arthas Minethiel? I'm Duke Marcus, Deputy Commander of the Alliance. ”

Arthas wanted to take a good look at this League legend who looked a little shorter than himself and was not a few years older than himself, but he knew that the military situation was urgent, and hurriedly said: "I'm Arthas." Do you have any orders?"

"The situation is urgent, I need His Highness's authorization to open the Eastern Magic Teleportation Circle in Lordaeron City, as well as the control of all the magic towers in the entire Eastern City. (To be continued.) )