Grom Hell roared and his eyes the size of brass bells widened, and his bloodshot eyeballs were full of disbelief. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unlike other rude orcs, Grom comes from the Fireblade Clan, which is the most skillful, willful, and mindful of all. This Juggernaut-rich clan is different from most orcs in terms of overall combat concepts.

Grom knew full well that he had been led away with a blow that he was absolutely confident about.

The difference is a millimeter, and the error is a thousand miles.

Slight shifts were accumulating, and that kind of miraculous combo came back from his [Blood Roar] that was connected to his heart.

Originally, even if there was a 10-foot-thick wall in front of him, Grom was confident that he would break through it and eventually slash the axe into the back of the enemy.

He miscalculated.

He's a mysterious human mage he's never met, and he's got amazing skills.

Even if he just witnessed it from a distance, he could understand what Duke had just done.

An axe that is enough to open a mountain and split the ground is like chopping countless layers of paper. Each layer of paper slightly weakened the power of the axe. Little by little, it is like a drop of water through a stone.

It's just that Duke's approach is more extreme, and it is also accurate I don't know how many times.

The three-digit mid-level spell combo caused the hit that was destined to kill to be offset.

"Alas!" a long sigh flowed from the corners of Grom's hellish growling mouth. The sigh was inaudible, almost ethereal.

He never lost faith, but suddenly gave birth to a sense of powerlessness that he couldn't resist. In order to win, he poured the power of the will of his entire clan into the [Blood Roar], which almost forcibly distorted the cause and effect of fate. However, the other party brought fate back to its original trajectory with great ease, just like water flowing downward, the sun always rises after a long night, and the year is divided into four seasons......

This axe, you say it will not count, I say I don't hit, I don't hit!

In the midst of countless orcs looking up, the famous [Blood Roar] finally deviated from its original trajectory and brushed past Duke less than half a meter away.

Frightened by the fact that the griffin under Duke lost several bird feathers, Danielle was almost urinated, but it did not cause any real damage to the hateful saboteur Duke Marcus.

"Hahaha! hahahaha!" The griffin flew higher and higher, and in a few strokes it had already rushed into the sky, turning into a small black dot that was barely visible to the naked eye, leaving only a string of wanton and arrogant laughter from the bitter orcs.

Almost every orc's face is black.

Maybe it's smoky, or maybe it's just black.

There was such an earth-shattering explosion thousands of kilometers away, flames, smoke, and a terrible howl that could be heard or heard clearly by the human defenders on the outer walls of Stormwind.

Looking at the griffons that had fallen from the clouds again, and looking at the griffons on Duke's iconic mage robes, the defenders couldn't help but let out a deafening cheer.

"Well done, Count Marcus!"

"Kill those greenskins!"

"It's better to burn them all!"

"Lord Marcus—you are our patron saint—"

Duke had Danielle ride the griffin and fly slowly over the outer walls, each raising of his hand provoked an even louder cheer.

Lothar flew over with a small group of griffon knights.

The older and more handsome goddess of Azeroth, with wavy black hair fluttering in the wind, heard his loud lion-like laughter before he could lean in.

"Hahaha! Duke, well done!"

"Hey, I almost lost my life there, and several chiefs of the tribe probably hated me. ”

"It's okay! Even if you do get stuck there, I'm sure I'll get someone out of here. ”

Looking at Lothar's plate on the griffin's buttocks, with a slipknot of hemp rope, Duke rolled his eyes: Your Lothar is actually telling the truth. When the time comes, will you play with a noose like a western cowboy and pull me up by the neck?

"Cut! If it weren't for you, Ryan wouldn't have allowed me to send out all the griffon knights. ”

Duke's heart suddenly warmed.

A group of griffons flew to the inner walls of Stormwind, near the flying point to the east. The griffin spread its huge wings on its own and began to slow down, fluttering a few times, its sharp claws making a sharp sound on the thick hay.

The griffin had not yet come to a halt, and Lothar had deftly rolled down.

But there was one man who approached faster than Lothar - Storm King Ryan.

"How's the result?" asked Ryan, impatiently.

"It's okay, the orcs will get out of here for now. ”

"Are you sure?" said Ryan's face with undisguised surprise.

"Of course!" Duke's voice raised an octave, "not only did I burn down most of their tents, but I also added some spice to their only water source. ”

"Condiments?"

Almost at the same time, the black hand of the great chief of the tribe was about to change his name to blackface.

"Report, the water source has been poisoned?"

"How is the living water poisoned?" the resentful Kilrog next to him asked the captain of the black hand's own soldiers.

"I don't know. But the water that flowed down from the mountains was green, and my men confirmed it personally, and the livestock died in a few strokes as soon as they drank it. Someone saw the figure of Naga in the water, and it should be that Naga on the human side was poisoned. ”

"Isn't there water in the way?" asked Orgrim.

"Blown up by that human mage. It was too chaotic just now, and none of us noticed. ”

"......" Several tribal bosses were silent at the same time.

At first, the Elwyn Forest was full of fishmen and Naga frantically attacking orc laborers fetching water along the river. But Orgrim came up with the idea of building a rough dam to keep Naga and the Fishmen out of their way.

After several attempts to go ashore and bypass the levee and get into the water, and then were ambushed by the orcs, Naga was barely visible in the Elwyn Forest.

Unexpectedly, he was attacked by Duke this time and directly let Naga in.

Now, all the trees that can be shaded have been burned clean by Duke, and the only source of water has been polluted.

It's not tens of thousands, it's a small number, and maybe you can dig deep wells slowly.

The problem is that there are 300,000 troops here!

Orcs are very brave warriors, but they are not undead, and they also need to eat, drink, and Lazar. Without water, this is definitely a very serious problem.

The black hand was furious, he hadn't completely lost his mind, and the word grunted in his throat several times before popping out between his teeth: "Withdraw!"

Over there, the roar of the gates was deafening, spreading throughout Stormwind.

Every soldier and civilian in the city raised their heads a little dazedly, and looked at the outer city wall in confusion.

Immediately a herald galloped and shouted:

"Good news! Good news! Sky mage Count Duke Marcus attacked the orc base camp, burning and burning more than 10,000 orcs, and now the orcs have begun to retreat from the south gate!" )