The situation is clear, not that the tribe does not see rabbits and eagles now, but there is no way to deal with Manolos, and the orcs will always feel that someone has put a dagger against their carotid artery. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the second time that the orcs have been tricked into drinking the blood of demons!

Moreover, Manolos was the vanguard of the Burning Legion, and without it, the assembly of troops would not be able to be carried out at all.

Since they are all about saving 'Roar' Grom anyway, it is better for Duke to be generous and he will do it.

For the magic array, the tribe is confused, the tribe at this point in time has not yet connected with the shaman in his hometown, and even Sal himself is just a standard warrior, not yet the bull who cultivated the demon and martial arts in later generations.

Duke easily found a mana node with strong magic power in the Gray Valley, which was a moon well, and then released dozens of mage hands, dazzling the magic array.

Seeing this scene, the tribe collectively fell silent.

Wojin gently encouraged Sal: "Don't be discouraged! human beings have a short lifespan, and there is probably not one in a thousand years for a wicked person like Duke." ”

The implication is that Sal is younger, and it's a big deal to survive until Duke dies, then Sal will come out.

"The alliance is too strong, and how the tribe rises depends on your decision, my young Great Chief. ”

Sal nodded heavily.

Fifty meters away, there was a cross-shaped green tendon on Duke's forehead, although it was far away, and Woking deliberately said it in the troll language that Sal would also hear, but it couldn't stand the wide listening range of the system elves and the ferocious translation software!

Hey, if I say that if I don't die at the hands of demons, I will live forever, will your tribe kill themselves by jumping into the sea en masse?

Uh-huh, normal heart, normal heart......

The magic array doesn't take too much effort, it's not so much a magic array, it's more of a relatively simple exorcism array. As long as there is enough Stantolme Holy Water and Moon Well, everything else is only a support.

The moon well is a good thing!

As the name suggests, the Well of the Moon is inextricably linked to the Well of Eternity. It turns out that after the explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago, the energy of the well water formed the magical web of Azeroth that we are familiar with today, while some other scattered energies were scattered to all corners of the world.

So the Night Elves rebuilt the scattered energy into the Moon Well to serve the Night Elves. Legend has it that the Moon Goddess slept in the waters of the Well of Eternity during the day, and the Night Elves worshipped the Moon Goddess, so they named these wells built from the scattered energy of the Well of Eternity.

As the purest energy liquid, the Moon Well itself has a purifying effect as long as it is not too strongly polluted. Duke still remembers the days when he used to purify the demon cloth into a moon cloth and mix up a little money in the game.

With everything all done, Duke spent an hour or so catching up with Grom and his Warsong orcs under the guidance of the tribal scouts led by Lexa.

Coming down from the top of the Wyvern and looking into the distance, you have just attacked a Night Elf base, where the orcs are wreaking havoc.

Lexar said in a rather bad lingua franca: "Duke Marcus, see...... They will also participate in the upcoming war against the Burning Legion...... Please try to hurt them as little as possible!"

"You don't need to say it, I will. Duke, without looking back, walked towards the camp, which was filled with flames and blood.

Over there-

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Whoa

A dark blue-skinned Night Elf hunter, staring at the sky with a dead gaze, she had been dead for a long time, and she and her people had died in battle after failing to defend themselves against the orcs. However, the orcs, controlled by the blood of demons, did not spare them. Even if they died, as if they were practicing knives, the orcs continued to attack the corpses with the momentum of wanting to completely chop up their corpses.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth went dark.

It seemed that the cold wind for no reason instantly extinguished the fire here, making the hearts of every evil orc person feel excited.

A huge Duke apparition, fifteen meters tall, appeared at the camp gate.

The sound of a magical amplification sounded immediately.

Seeing the figure of the human mage with the cloak behind him hunting in the wind, the scarlet eyes of almost every evil orc who turned back shrank.

Especially Grom Hell Roar!

Duke's face, which he knew and hated at the same time, easily brought back long memories that he had buried in his heart.

Duke held his hands flat and palms upward, as if the priest was ready to embrace the lost Lamb. Of course, in the eyes of the evil orcs, this is an extremely disgusting scene.

Duke spoke, and with each word, his huge virtual image took a step forward.

"Who foiled the Horde's plot to conquer Azeroth?"

"Who is it? Let millions of tribes die in the other world, turn into bait in the sea, and turn into rotten meat on the loess?"

"Who defeated your great Great Chief, Orgrim, and turned him into a prisoner?"

"Who is it that made you stranded in the wilderness, living thirteen years of wandering, living every day in fear?"

"Who else? Let hundreds of thousands of of of your compatriots become slaves, and let the next generation of your orcs grow up in cages?"

Five questions, one sharper than the other, one more stimulating than the other.

Not to mention the somewhat delirious Grom Hellroar and his Warsong Orcs in the camp, even Lexa, who was watching this scene from afar, couldn't help but tremble with anger.

Sure enough, the next moment, Duke announced the answer himself.

"I am the one who defeated the tribe. ”

"I am the one who killed the warriors of a million tribes!"

"It's me who cleaned up your former Great Chief, Orgrim!!"

"The one who makes it impossible for you to own any piece of land, and can only spend your daily life in agony in fear of being surrounded and suppressed, is I—"

"The one who made the former warrior a human slave in disguise is still me-"

At this point, Duke's huge virtual image flashed a sinister, absolutely incomprehensible smile.

"Who am I? Am I not the great enemy of your tribe - Duke Marcus!"

Lexa in the distance knew that this was a radical method, and knew that Duke was now an ally of the tribe, but he couldn't help but have the urge to kill Duke!

He, a sane tribe, is still like this, how can the evil orcs below who are a little overheated?

Duke's virtual image swept his fingers with arrogance, sweeping across the audience.

"I'm not targeting any of you, I'm referring to all the orcs here, you're all rubbish-"

"Don't accept it!?come and bite me?"