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If King Lane is beaten down of the capital like this and runs to Nanhai Town in disgrace, no matter how many troops he saves and how many people he protects escape, Lane will still be a useless king in front of the other kings of the six kingdoms.

This humiliation would stay with Ryan for the rest of his life, even to young Varian.

Even if Ryan is assassinated and killed in 'history', he is still the king of the country and a hero in the hearts of the people, even if Lothar takes Varian everywhere and is looked down upon, no one will talk about Ryan's death.

In this life, Ryan survived thanks to Duke's efforts, and since Duke saved Ryan from Garona's assassination, he would not let Ryan die defending Stormwind for the sake of honor. Ryan is dead, and the Stormwind Kingdom is without a backbone.

Now the situation is completely different.

The head of the Great Chief, as well as the battle banner of the Great Chief of the Tribe, which Lothar let the guards pick up, are enough to prove that Ryan is still glorious despite defeat!

The battle flag, which was full of large beast tooth ornaments, was different at a glance.

Even if they lose, even if they lose the royal city, every Stormwind can still go out with their backbones up and say to anyone, 'Our great hero Lothar has cut off the head of the great chief of the tribe'.

However, everything is dominated by Duke.

Without Duke, an orc expert, no one would have thought that he would be able to lure the Great Chief out in this way.

Even the most critical person can only give Duke a thumbs up.

Lothar is indeed a hero, able to kill the Black Hand of the Great Chief despite such a disparity in strength and speed. And everyone knows that Duke is the real hero.

"Give me the head. Duke beckoned.

As she ran, Lothar threw the head of the Black Hand at Duke.

"Quenching cold!" Duke beckoned, and the extremely cold aura instantly enveloped the head of the Great Chieftain swirling in mid-air. In the next moment, the mage's hand had caught the head of the black hand frozen in the transparent ice.

For such a heavy task as carrying the head of the enemy leader, it is natural that the guards below will do it.

"You go first with the head and the battle flag, and I will take the first squad to break the back. Lothar did not let his guard down, changed into a shield, and led the broken rear troops to retreat cautiously. In fact, Lothar was also too worried, the orcs had long been in a mess of their own people, and the orcs did not have the strength to pay attention to these neatly retreating humans.

At the docks, General Tom Seamus was so anxious that when he saw Ryan's battle flag and the royal guards appear at the gate of Stormhaven, he hurriedly led his army to meet him.

"Your Majesty, your safety is more important than anything else. General Simos was so excited that he was about to burst into tears.

"Aiqing has worked hard. Now, there are only two last steps left. Ryan, who was in golden armor, stared at the guard squad behind him carrying the head of the Great Chief and carrying the tribal battle flag, and there was a clear excitement in his eyes.

Capture the flag!

If it weren't for Duke, I'm afraid I would die here, right?

Ryan's chest was filled with infinite gratitude to Duke. Thinking of the nobles who fled with their possessions at the end of the catastrophe, Duke's name had become sacred in Ryan's mind.

Over there, when Lothar's forces had almost withdrawn from Cathedral Square, Duke finally made a move.

"Ambro Liza Magaraovs......" It was a long incantation, and as the sound of Duke's incantation sounded, Lothar could clearly feel that something was changing in the air.

Countless mysterious magic runes appeared from under Duke's feet, rippling like ripples, spreading in all directions.

Seeing that Duke stopped chanting the spell and the magic fluctuations around him subsided, Lothar couldn't help but ask, "What did you do? If you want to burn Stormwind City, you don't need such an exaggerated magic array?"

Duke smiled mysteriously, "You'll find out right away." ”

At the same time, the orcs of the Blackstone Clan who were fighting each other, everyone felt a thrill in their hearts.

It's like when a catastrophe strikes, even a mouse will run away, it's purely animal instinct.

At this moment, every orc in all the neighborhoods of Stormwind, no matter what they were doing, forcibly stopped their movements—and a terrifying feeling of terrification came from the ground beneath their feet.

Once in the largest church in Stormwind, the night prayer hall would echo with the uniform evening prayers of the pastors night after night, accompanied by the sound of bells.

With Stormwind under siege, the bell of Vespers has not rang for a long time. Every pastor is healing the wounded with divine healing, soothing every panicked soul with their kind voices.

However, at this moment, the church bells, which had not been rung at night for a long time, rang for a long time.

Three short, three long, three short!

That's the promised signal!

The death squad members, who had already given up hope of escape and knew that they were going to die, quickly took action. They may be from a small abandoned attic, or an unobtrusive closet, or a hidden basement, dragging their mutilated bodies to climb out.

Light a torch with flint and steel and throw it on each pre-prepared flot.

Or a pyre that has already been doused with fire oil, or a pile of whale fat piled up in the corner, or a utility room full of dry straw.

What's more, in the hot summer, brick and wood houses and a large number of flammable materials have been prepared for a long time, making it very easy to set fires.

More than a thousand fires were lit in the banks, the exchanges, the houses, the shops, the mansions of the nobles, the various government offices, the inns, all the important and the unimportant.

At first, the orcs, who had long since dispersed, did not care about the fire.

Burning, killing and looting, this is absolutely commonplace in any big city that has fallen. When the orcs captured Shattrath a few years ago, they did the same to the city of the Draenei.

And the orcs are not interested in human houses at all, they prefer their own tents.

Not to mention the consciousness of extinguishing the fire, the orcs didn't even have the idea of running out to take a look.

But soon, they realized that they were wrong.

The fire was out of control. A fear that I had experienced not long ago came back to my heart. They suddenly remembered the scene when Duke single-handedly burned down most of the tribe's camp.

The blazing fire, which can be called the flames of hell, caused the death of more than 10,000 of the orcs. They began to run out, trying to extinguish the fire by all means, but it was too late, and the fire was already spreading uncontrollably.

Block after block was easily engulfed in flames, and in the narrow blocks of the streets, they couldn't find a place to hide from the fire, so they could only run to the wide squares in embarrassment, or jump into the moats that spread throughout Stormwind, watching in amazement as pillars of fire rose up into the sky. (To be continued.) )