The words of followers have nothing to do with nationality, creed, or even ethnicity or race. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info The object of their allegiance is only Duke as a mage.

This is not the case with retainers, who are simply direct subordinates of a nobleman. Even if the nobles of this era have a tongue twister that their subordinates are not their own, that is, the king cannot control the nobles' retainers. But with the king's righteousness, if the retainers turn against the nobles, they can still claim to be loyal to the king.

Relationally, the followers are closer and more in line with the interests of the two young mages.

Despite knowing that the two had limited qualifications, Duke accepted them as his followers. Setting the name of this master and slave can be regarded as a complete end to the fate of coming out of the North County Monastery together.

"Alright, now I'm going to give you a mission......

After arranging things for Stormwind, Duke didn't go out that night, and he slept soundly.

When Lothar asked him why he was so sure the orcs wouldn't be coming tonight, Duke replied, "Because now the Great Chief of the Tribe is the Black Hand." ”

Lothar was puzzled by this.

Duke shook his index finger and looked like he was full of numbers.

That's the perk of the traverser. Only the time-traveler will know how different the Black Hand is from the next High Chief, Orgrim*, the Hammer of Doom.

The Black Hand is indeed a very good orc leader. His excellence is reflected in his fierceness and personal bravery.

The Black Hand who drank the blood of demons has a weakness common to most green-skinned orcs - they are irritable and irrational. There is no second thought except for the front.

But Orgrim didn't drink the demon's blood, which made his head quite clear. This gives Orgrim a natural advantage in the use of troops, and he is more intelligent and rational. The same is true of Orgrim in history, as the most cerebral among the orcs, Orgrim once beat the entire alliance to the point that he didn't want to, if it wasn't for someone who ran into a pit teammate, maybe in the first Dark Gate incident, the tribe would not have been defeated.

Duke's conclusion that the Horde would not be able to send troops tonight was based on his knowledge of the Black Hand.

At this moment, in the tribal camp.

The Black Hand's giant hand, which had become a little carbonized by the chaotic forces of nature and was extremely hard, smashed his fist into Orgrim's face.

Rao was that Orgrim had already tensed his muscles and was ready to take the heavy blow, and Ogrim's resolute face was still severely deformed for a short time.

Ogrim's huge body, which weighed hundreds of pounds, was smashed out of the camp by a black hand with a fist.

"You coward!!!The tribe doesn't need a coward like you!" the Black Hand roared.

"There's a very powerful spellcaster on the other side!Where is Gul'dan when we need the caster the most!?Where are the Warlocks of the Shadow Council?" Orgrim retorted reluctantly.

Orcs are brave and irrational, but there are rules.

The mysterious is mysterious, and the warrior is the warrior.

The caster of the other party's spell has been dealt with by the shaman of the tribe since ancient times. After the shaman profession withered, it was replaced by a warlock.

The Great Chief was speechless for a moment, and then said, "Gul'dan has more important things to do, such as repairing the Dark Gate!"

This is a strong argument and a good reason.

If the Dark Gate is repaired, the Horde will once again have an endless stream of reinforcements. Although none of the tribal warriors left in that world of destruction were the most elite, they couldn't stand the numbers.

Orgrim shook his head and stubbornly stood up: "Black hand! Tomorrow! Give me another 20,000 elites of the Blackstone Clan! If you can't beat it, you'll see my head." ”

"Okay!" the Black Hand was ready to do it.

Lake Spiegel is located directly south of Stormwind. If you go to Stormwind from Shining Gold, southeast of Stormwind, you will easily see this huge lake on the left side of the main road.

Now, Spiegel Lake has also become one of the lifelines of the orc army.

It was a hot summer, and the heat scorched the earth, giving both the attack and the defense the same discomfort. When there are no combat missions, orcs are mostly happy to take a dip in the shade of trees. In order to prevent the damned fishmen and Naga who were following the orders of the humans from running down the river to Lake Spiegel, the orcs had to use thousands of hard labor to build a temporary dike. In order to make this the ideal place for the orc army to get water.

Lake Spiegel is located at the foot of a small mountain, and in order to prevent human poisoning, it is only necessary to place enough patrols near the springs in the mountain.

And when you look over the mountain, you can clearly see all the movement on the outer wall of the human city of Stormwind at the mouth of the valley.

However, early in the morning, there was an atmospheric circulation on this small peak that surrounded almost the entire mountain.

The swirling circulation formed a storm, forming a wall of air nearly 100 meters high on top of the highest peak of the hill, and the patrolling orcs tried to enter through this invisible wall of atmosphere to see what was going on. However, all orcs who tried to do so were torn apart by the raging wind in an instant.

The next moment, with the morning light, clusters of flames began to fall down the vast land from the top of the mountain with the light of the first arrival of the sun.

At first, every orc thought it was a hallucination. But soon, as the blazing flames slammed down on the roof of the tribe's rough and messy barracks, the fire spread easily.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!"

As soon as the sleepy-eyed orcs woke up from their slumber, they found that almost the entire camp was in flames.

It's not that the orcs are defenseless against human fire.

Quite a few orc officers commanded the stupid orcs to extinguish the fire with sand. There is also a request for the orcs to rush to Mingjing Lake to fetch water to extinguish the fire. However, the flames in the sky grew denser, and the increasing flames made the orcs' efforts to extinguish the fire useless.

Most of them took their weapons blankly and ran to the clearing, not knowing what they were supposed to do at all.

"Look at the mountain!" Finally an orc noticed that something was wrong on the mountain.

A majestic figure stood at the top of the mountain, and behind him, the cloak that hunted in the wind was like a fluttering battle flag, attracting the attention of all orcs.

The figure bathed in the morning light is incomparably dazzling, as if he is the shining sun, as if he is the child of light who dispells all darkness on the earth. Against the backdrop of the morning light, the silver magic circle hanging in the void beside him, every fine line, every mysterious character, was dyed with a brilliant layer of gold.

Countless fireballs burst out from these circles, drawing red arcs in the sky symbolizing death and destruction, and fell to the ground in shock.

In just a dozen breaths, the endless flames turned the entire land into a sea of fire!

Orgrim rushed out of the tent, looked at the mysterious and terrifying figure, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth:

"Duke Marcus!" (To be continued.) )