"Of course you have to remember me, because I'm going to be your nightmare!"

Duke's words echoed in Orgrim's ears in Orgrim's ears. The pen is www.biquge.info like a mockery, and like a nightmare that can never be shaken off.

The Great Chieftain Blackhand came to Orgrim's side with his guards, and the Blackhand roared, "You know that human mage!?"

"Of course! it was this Duke Marcus who repelled me and my men's assault! I had already slain in front of the throne of the Great Chieftain of the Race!"

The muscles of the Black Hand's face twitched, and he certainly knew that the best way to deal with the caster was to find a stronger caster. But he couldn't help it, the order from the Shadow Council was still not broken, and he couldn't find even a single warlock.

Holding Orgrim's shoulder armor rudely with one hand, he pulled Orgrim's body over, and with a roaring voice, the black hand flew saliva foam into Orgrim's face while giving a death order: "Now is the time for you to wash away your shame! My lieutenant! Dead eyes will be staring at you to prevent you from escaping! Go—"

Orgrim's facial muscles spasmed as if they were electrocuted, and the word 'shame' deeply irritated Orgrim's nerves.

He didn't argue, in the eyes of the orcs, failure is failure. Failure is irrefutable.

The Great Chief did not execute him in the first place for this, which was already merciful. Although the anger gathered over the death of his friend Durotan was still buried deep in his heart, he knew that this was not the time to challenge the Black Hand of the Great Chief.

"Follow me!!" Orgrim raised his hand, and the elite orcs who belonged to him suddenly poured like a brutal torrent of slaughter towards the hill not far from Der Spiegel.

Next to the elite of the Blackstone Clan led by Orgrim, there is also a menacing army that is on par with Orgrim's men.

That's the elite of the Blood Ring Clan of Kilrog*Deadeye.

The Bloodring Clan - Once the most powerful of the tribes, this clan still has a staggering number and a strong fighting force.

Unfortunately, they ran into Duke without a warlock.

If they are the evil darkness that floods the earth, then Duke is the light of the morning that washes away the shadows.

In the morning light, Duke shone with golden light, and behind him was a lion flag of the Stormwind Kingdom.

Duke stood on the top of the hill, looking down at the thousands of orcs 'crawling' like ants.

"Hahaha, Danielle, carry the flag for me, I'm going to let these guys know that Stormwind Kingdom is not to be messed with. Hahahaha!" Duke's maniacal laugh reached the ears of Daniel, who was in charge of carrying the flag behind him.

Before he knew it, Danielle had also become ambitious.

I often hear how Duke is so awesome and coaxing, but I haven't seen it, and I don't have such a real feeling.

How many orcs are down there?

It's tens of thousands, but that's enough power to destroy the entire kingdom.

But can Duke face it so proudly?

Looking at Duke, who was bathed in the morning light and looked radiant, Danielle was stunned for a while, it was a kind of almost fanatical hero worship.

Duke: A great general who sits on the battlefield?

Single-handedly shaking the army of tens of thousands of terrifying orcs has long gone beyond the realm of a general.

If you had to think of one adjective for Daniel, who had a simpler mind, it would be...... God!

A patron saint who guards the entire kingdom!

At the foot of the mountain, the orc warriors were fortunate enough to encounter a human mage with full firepower on the battlefield of the Elwyn Forest without their own warlocks. Once the huge fireball was impacted, it immediately released all the energy contained in it, and the terrifying impact easily lifted the turf, blasted the tree roots, and the sputtered flames spread directly on the orc warriors.

Fear of fire is the instinct of most creatures.

The scorching sensation that surpasses the limits of the body's endurance is something that not every warrior can easily conquer with courage.

Thirty-six huge flame magic arrays, almost inclinating fireballs the size of a water tank. This is a firestorm that is even more meteoric than a meteor shower.

After many orc warriors were blown up into the sky by the fireball, they fell down and wailed a few times before they were engulfed in flames, and in a few moments they turned into corpses with a disgusting smell of burning.

The flames of the explosion kept flickering, and Danielle behind Duke couldn't help but squint his eyes, not far from his vision, although many orcs were burned alive, more orcs had already entered the final charge, and their lines spread out into an arc, neither dense nor too sparsely encircled towards Duke.

Of course, the already forty-degree slope of the mountain road slowed them down slightly. However, for orcs who climb mountains with as much ease as eating and drinking, this is not too much of a problem.

The pace of their attack barely slowed down.

"Cover your ears!" Duke said suddenly.

Danielle did as he was told.

In the next moment, a long river of flames appeared at the foot of the mountain, suddenly blocking the entry of the subsequent orcs.

Then, a series of explosions rang out.

It was a cannonball that Duke had scattered on the hill before the morning. For this reason, it is not bad to exhaust the few griffons in the Stormwind Kingdom. Because the Horde has found a new direction to siege the city, the cannons placed at the main gate of Stormwind have all lost their meaning.

Under the tight capacity, it is impossible to pull these shells away, so simply let Duke play it.

Halfway up the mountain, the cannonballs detonated by the flames continued to explode under the feet of the orc warriors, and pillars of fire mixed with mud rose one after another. Faces of valor and fortitude fell in the flash of explosions, while orcs, caught in a rage, continued their way past the corpses of their companions to the top of the mountain.

They are still almost 200 meters away from Duke. At this distance, the orcs could do nothing about Duke.

But Duke was able to control the elements of the entire sky around him, and without any scruples, he opened the arcane fire magic circuit and poured the magic onto the hills.

The deafening sound of the explosion shocked the entire orc army, and even the human warriors on the outer walls of Stormwind City, more than a thousand meters away.

Even the lowest level of fireball techniques caused a lot of momentum. The exploding fireball almost tossed the ground upside down, and every branch of the originally lush hill by the Spiegel Lake was broken by the blazing waves, and the broken branches kept falling and flying.

In the Blackstone Clan and the Blood Ring Clan that rushed up the hill, banners symbolizing glory and strength fell.

The big chieftain at the bottom of the mountain saw that his eyes were straight.

"It can't be!"

On the other hand, after seeing the raging fire and hearing the screams of the orcs, the soldiers of Stormwind burst into thunderous cheers, and every warrior on the head of the city showed an expression of ecstasy.

They know that their new patron saint Duke Marcus is teaching those orcs to be human. (To be continued.) )