Chapter 963 - Injury

The body, which was completely cut in half, twisted and spun in the air for several times in a strange posture, like a broken puppet part, before finally falling heavily to the ground. There should have been blood splattered at the broken ends, or at least there should have been bloodstains, but now only white light was seen.

The extremely cold frost element sealed the entire incision.

This scene made everyone open their mouths wide.

Hoof's expression froze for three seconds before he uttered, "Mark, I didn't know you were so strong..."

It was not until now that everyone recalled that it was the Alliance envoy Mark Dooku who suddenly appeared and killed the female demon instantly.

Duke glanced at the battle situation next to him. Maraad and the dreadlord continued to fight each other. If he didn't intervene, there would be no winner in a short time, so he just ignored it.

Turning his head, Duke looked at Hoof, who was still a little dazed: "Are you okay?"

"You...you didn't ask me to come here to die?" Hoof asked this question for some unknown reason, almost making Duke roll his eyes in anger.

I saved you, and you still ask me this.

No, now her IQ is as high as 5, and it is impossible to talk to her properly.

It took a while for Iriel to come back to his senses.

"Ah! Hurry up and help Maraad." Hoof seemed to have a higher IQ at this moment, um, not bad, about 50 points. Although it was still a little far from the average level of normal humans, at least it was more reliable.

Duke didn't even look over there: "Yrel, let me tell you a little common sense. When the overall situation has been decided, leave the battlefield to the real heroes to fight one-on-one. That is the honor of a man!"

"Oh." Iriel nodded, not quite understanding.

Over there, the dreadlord Lothrus was actually almost frightened to death.

Others didn't know the extent of Duke's move, but after all, Lothrus, whose strength was barely equivalent to that of a low-level Void Lord, still had this vision - that person was at least a Antonidas-level powerhouse, and not just an ordinary Antonidas, but an extremely powerful person who was infinitely close to the demigod realm.

How come there are so many powerful people from tiny humans?

Lothrus had no time to care. He only knew that many of his compatriots had died in Azeroth, and even their souls could not return. Now the grass on their graves was three feet high, and their great power was given away to others.

Demons have never been loyal, and only power can make them obey. No demon looked up to Illidan, but they served him reluctantly because Illidan, a lackey who joined the Legion, looked quite powerful.

Lothelus was already unhappy about being sent to this useless outpost, but since he was not strong enough, he naturally could not play the game of territorial enclosure in the Dark Temple and make a certain floor his own territory.

Now he wants to run away.

only...

He suddenly discovered that the space around him was blocked! ?

How powerful is this mysterious wizard! ?

Duke naturally had no time to care about a small dreadlord. But since he had seen it, if he let it escape, he would be too embarrassed. Anyway, the suppression of the level allowed him to calmly call in the elements of the magic network, and use more intense elements to drive away the surrounding arcane elements, making space teleportation impossible.

Of course, this is obviously bullying an opponent who is lower in rank than oneself.

Duke ignored it and looked at the 'badly damaged' state of the hoof.

Rarely, Iriel actually blushed: "Don't... don't look! Am I... am I in such a mess now?"

It would have been a good thing if Irel didn't remind him. Once he said it, Duke took a closer look and found that the hoof now really had a charming look.

The brave girl swung her hammer with holy light at the evil Queen of Pain, but was ruthlessly taught a lesson by the opponent's whip, and almost embarked on the path of no return of becoming a masochist.

This broken armor!

It looks like a piece of rag that has been trampled on repeatedly!

Well! Duke shamelessly played the role of an honest and reliable young man.

He took off his cloak and put it on his hoof, and cheated at the same time. Strictly speaking, he did not make a move, but his sight crossed the endless space and fell on Lothrus, who was temporarily transferred to the miserable demon king.

You know, since there is the highest level of magic network around, this land is equivalent to being in Duke's territory.

An extremely powerful demigod staring at a tiny dreadlord is no different from a cruel spider staring at its prey that has fallen into its web.

As prey, all that's left is fear.

The Dreadlord is supposed to spread fear, but now he is overwhelmed by fear. How ridiculous.

But this happened so realistically.

Lothrus, who had been attacking continuously and seemed to have the upper hand, soon made a fatal mistake - he used too much force in the attack and stumbled and lost his balance.

How experienced is Maraad, who has honed his skills in countless battles over the years? He can tell at a glance that the enemy is truly making a mistake, not just trying to lure the enemy.

Maraad immediately showed Yrel the correct way to use Reckoning: Reckoning can launch a torrential attack in a short period of time, but these extra attacks can be blocked. In order to increase the damage suffered by the enemy, before launching Reckoning, directly hit the enemy's head with Holy Light, stun the opponent with Sanction, and then launch Reckoning. This is the standard way to maximize damage.

His explosive muscles swelled to their limit, and his burly body in heavy armor made incredible thief-like quick attack movements.

In a split second, the Dreadlord, who was as tall as a floor, was smashed into a pulp by the Holy Light Hammer. His entire upper body, including flesh and armor, was smashed into an unknown mixture.

The battle is over!

"Ohhh! We won!"

"Praise the Holy Light!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There were sounds of cheering everywhere.

He held his cloak tightly against his back, fearing that he would be exposed. He hadn't felt it during the bloody battle just now, but now a gust of wind blew and his buttocks were in great pain. It was obvious that the Queen of Pain, who had ulterior motives, had hit him in many bad places.

We have won, so there is no need to trouble Duke to do such a small task as cleaning up the battlefield.

After returning to the Wildhammer Fortress under construction, Duke thought that nothing was wrong. However, after nightfall, Hoof actually tiptoed over to visit him.

"What's the matter, so late?"

Hoof stammered, "I... I was injured during the day, but neither I nor the priests in the fortress said it could be cured. They said only a warlock could fix it. But there are no warlocks in the fortress. Prince Bronzebeard asked me to come find you."

"Uh, what kind of injury? So troublesome?" Duke was curious.

Generally speaking, Holy Light is the nemesis of Shadow Power. Even if it is at its worst, it can be forcibly exchanged with higher quality or more Holy Light to offset it.

There are no heroic priests in the fortress, but there are still a few high-level priests. Can't they handle it?

She took small steps and moved over. Duke noticed that she was still covering her butt.

Irel was unusually persistent: "You...you swear not to tell anyone and not to laugh at me."

"Okay, okay, I swear..."

Suddenly, there was a rumble of thunder in the distance, as if justice from heaven was about to be executed on someone.

Well!

Duke shuddered, and finally shouted in his heart: Hey - which Taoist fellow is here to survive the tribulation! ?

Duke would never admit, "I swear, if it weren't for XXX, I would be struck by lightning." This sentence may come true.

The sudden thunder startled Iriel, and he took a small step, then grimaced as if his wound was torn.

She seemed to have a lot of thoughts in her mind, and finally showed the wound to Duke. She took off her cloak and turned around. Under the light of the magic lamp, she could see that her back extended to her buttocks, full of whip marks.

Although there was holy light near the wound, once the holy light gathered to a certain position, it was firmly resisted by the black aura in the middle of the scar. And then every resistance would cause the wound to tear again, causing Irel even deeper pain.

"Should I say, she is worthy of being the Queen of Pain?" Duke sighed.

"Is it troublesome? Do I have to trouble the teacher... But sir Velen is very weak, and I don't want to cause him trouble."

Duke scratched his head. The injury to his hoof was both simple and difficult, because he was the one who killed the Queen of Pain.

When an ordinary strong man kills a demon, it means killing it physically. But when he kills it, he also destroys this part of its soul.

There's nothing I can do about it. I learned it when I infiltrated the Burning Legion during the War of the Ancients, so it naturally came easy to me.

Duke had no intention and no way to promote it, after all, capturing or destroying souls was the domain of warlocks. Not every wizard could straddle the domains of wizards, priests, and some warlocks like him.

He easily killed Gabriella, the Queen of Pain, and destroyed her soul, only for the female demon to despair and use her remaining soul to cast the most horrific curse she could on the hoof.

It is a powerful curse that is a mixture of resentful souls and high-purity evil energy, and its mysterious level is quite high.

To be honest, even if Velen came, it would be difficult to deal with him. Because Velen is a priest at heart. Priests are good at exorcising evil spirits, but removing curses is the domain of mages.

But this female devil deserved her bad luck because she met a certain Du.

"That female demon cursed you with what was left of her soul. Since she was a pretty powerful demon, your curse was indeed troublesome."

"Then..." Hoof said bitterly, she looked a little desperate.

It was her first time in her life to go into battle and she got injured like this. Is it easy for her?

"But you are lucky to have met me. I can help you." After saying that, Duke snapped his fingers and called out silently in his heart.

Immediately, Alonsus Faol came out from the magic network to help him cast a spell.

Hoof could only feel that outside Duke's room, there seemed to be a very powerful priest starting to cast a spell. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful holy light magic circle, as if every magic line was gilded, appeared under their feet, covering the entire room.

Duke pointed to the bed and said, "Get down. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to look back until I say 'OK'. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Iriel was overjoyed and ran over and lay down happily.

I have to say, because of their body structure and curved calves, the Draenei's posture when they lie down is a bit funny. It feels like they are kneeling with their butts deliberately raised.

Duke suppressed his laughter, which was rare: "Show me all the wounds."

Tizi was a little reluctant, but she did it anyway, pulling her pants down halfway. Of course, there was no chance of exposing herself, because she had already put on a thong.

"Okay..." It was a mosquito-like sound.

Duke really had no bad thoughts about tauren.

Although he is already a dragon knight and a famous Naga conqueror, when he is in actual combat, one of him turns into a standard human being, and the other returns to the elf form, so he has no psychological burden at all.

As for tauren, Duke really isn't into them.

For Duke, expelling the soul of an elite female demon who had only a little more blood was just a small matter.

The point is that this is a rare opportunity, so Duke should charge some interest.

Tail! Tail—

Duke unknowingly began to play with the flexible light blue tail.

Duke said to himself, "Hmm, this plump feeling. Why does it feel like masturbating? Oh, no, like stroking a cat?"

Petting cats can be addictive.

There is a chance to quit drug addiction, but mental addiction is another matter.

While Duke was removing the curse, he was playing with Irel's tail, which was less than half a meter long. It felt great.

That kind of perfect grip...

That wonderful feeling of blood pulsating...

That kind of agility beyond imagination and the feeling of being alive...

Mmmm, that's great!

Duke was having a good time, but Irel, who strictly followed the instructions and refused to look back, was trapped in a hell of shame, slight pain and sourness.

The tails of the Draenei are very sensitive. Although it is not known whether they are more like dogs or cats, no creature with a tail in the world likes others to play with its tail.

Even cats and dogs would be unhappy, let alone a living Draenei?

But the tauren dare not resist, or even protest!

She had been struck by such a terrible curse, and in order not to harm the vitality of her elderly mentor, she could only come to the guy who had forced her to lead the troops into battle.

It was because of this strange fate that she believed in Mark but was also a little afraid of him.

Who knew that this guy would play with her tail while healing?

At this moment, Tizi burst into tears: "To - my dear sister. Although I know this is a healing process, and Lord Mark Dooku has not offended me, but for some reason, I am very ashamed! Sister - am I no longer able to get married!?"

Duke had no idea of ​​Hoof's strange thoughts.

Anyway, he had a great time.

Half an hour later, Irel left Duke's room exhausted. Seeing her unsteady steps, I really thought she was broken.

But when the other Draenei saw her healed wounds, they came over to congratulate her.

"nailed it?"

"Um."

"That Lord Dooku didn't do anything excessive to you, did he?"

"Uh, no, I just accidentally touched my tail and it felt weird."

No one cared, and instead said, "It's okay, as long as the injury heals."

Hoof thought that the matter had come to an end, but who knew that three days later, the shameless Duke actually issued another order. This time the burden was heavier, asking her to lead 10,000 troops to attack the Legion Fortress closer to the western entrance of Shadowmoon Valley.

"Here, the Burning Legion uses the Deathforge to mass-produce Hellfire. We must destroy this Burning Legion's arsenal. But please note, because this place is very important, there are not only a large number of Skywalkers and Terror Overlords, but also several Legion Fel Mechas, as well as the Abyss Lords Makazadon and Mogorolon, the prophetess of Shivalla, and many other powerful people."

Iriel was a little overwhelmed. She was forced into this task three days ago. She went from being a newbie who had never led five soldiers to being the leader of two thousand people and an experimental squadron.

It's only been a few days?

Are they going to ask her to lead another 10,000 people soon?

And it's an important fortress for attacking the Burning Legion?

According to the intelligence, not to mention the strong ones, there are nearly a thousand mid-level demons, the Heavenly Punishment Walkers and the Terror Overlords. Normally, a mid-level demon requires at least five junior professionals to form a team to contend with it.

Not to mention the Abyss Lords who can destroy an entire regular infantry regiment single-handedly.

Even though the Allies have artillery support from flying battleships, the combat power is simply not proportional!

Not to mention her and the two dwarf leaders, even Maraad, who was most committed to obeying orders, had his eyes as big as copper bells and was speechless.

"I...I...I..." Iriel said the word 'I' three times in a row and couldn't find any words to refute.

"What are you afraid of? If anything goes wrong, I will naturally take the responsibility." Except for the top leaders of the Alliance, no one knows how much power this so-called alliance envoy has.

"Speaking of which, where do the ten thousand spare troops come from?" asked the Grand Lord Uregar in return.

Duke pointed his finger at him directly: "Don't you still have your troops?"

"Damn it! Mother Rock, the fortress isn't even built yet, and you're asking me to pull out the defense forces?"

Duke shrugged. "There's nothing we can do. That Legion Fortress has threatened our transportation routes for building materials. There haven't been any enemies attacking the fortress recently, so we might as well pull half of the garrison out to clean up the rear."

Uregar was almost furious.

At this time, Yrel's eyes sparkled, and he said firmly, "It's okay. I believe that sir Special Envoy must have his confidence in making such a seemingly reckless decision. Maybe... it will be like the Royal... Royal Kiln Team last time. There are some powerful forces that we don't know about but are still powerful enough to help us eliminate the enemy."

Iriel puffed out his chest and tightened his stomach, speaking with an excited look, which made it difficult for Duke to continue acting.

You! You already have the aura of a fanatic and a martyr, what kind of disguise am I?

By the way, , do your parents know that you are so smart?

Originally, Duke did want to develop Hoof's abilities and build her trust. Now that everything has been seen through, there is no point in hiding it.

Duke smiled slightly: "You see through it? That's good. Since you have been smart for once, I want to see if your cleverness backfired."

"Well..."

Hoof hasn't figured out what Duke meant by this.

Duke waved his hand, and a huge green arrow appeared on the vast three-dimensional map in the fortress command room, extending from the western entrance of Shadowmoon Valley to the front of the Legion Fortress.

"This is..."

Brann smacked his lips and said, "Greenskin."

Duke's eyebrows raised.

As expected, hatred is not so easy to be forgotten. Twenty-four years is at least a generation for humans. For the longer-lived dwarves, it is just a growth experience within a generation.

It's not that Brann doesn't know who Mark's real identity is, but he still can't control himself, which really explains something.

As expected...has the dissatisfaction with the Alliance's recent efforts to support the orcs and rescue millions of orcs spread from the bottom up?

Wise people will certainly pay more attention to the future threat of the Burning Legion.

But the senses of the people and soldiers below were more direct.

Think about it, even the old members of the Alliance, such as the dwarves, are like this, not to mention the Draenei who were fighting the orcs a while ago. Even a kind-hearted girl like Hoof, who doesn't know much about the world, has a look of helplessness on her face.

Duke in Karazhan bared his teeth.

Then, Mark in the Wildhammer Fortress smiled.

"Perhaps...someone will ask if the entrance of Shadowmoon Valley is flooded? Or maybe someone will ask, when did the Alliance have to rely on greenskins? I want to say that you are all wrong."

Got it wrong?

Unconsciously, when Mark Dooku stood up and placed his hands next to the three-dimensional map table, the aura he revealed when he leaned forward slightly frightened everyone.

This is no ordinary momentum.

This is a kind of momentum that allows one to command the whole country in a calm and peaceful manner!

This is a momentum where everything in the world is at my disposal!

When this oppressive aura suddenly spread, everyone had a premonition that the words uttered by the Alliance envoy in the next second would be extremely shocking, even earth-shattering.

really...

"The valley mouth is flooded? Haha! the Alliance says there is a lake there! It is a lake there! It says there is land there, it is land there! Don't forget, how did the water come from in the first place? Similarly, regarding the reliance on the greenskins... you are all thinking too much. Wherever the Alliance wants the Horde to fight, wherever they want their warriors to die, they must go! Because this is the general trend!"

"Remember! the Alliance has never been a pitiful organization where the weak huddle together for warmth! If we want to avoid the persecution of the Burning Legion, we can just hide in Azeroth with the planetary protection array. Why organize an Outland Expedition?"

"We are here to chop off the claws of the Burning Legion! If you dare to reach out to Azeroth, you must be prepared to have your claws or even your head chopped off by us. the Alliance can protect women and children, but it will not protect cowards! Whether it is humans, dwarves, or draenei, all those who join the Alliance and the Allies must be prepared to sacrifice for this."

"Don't be afraid of Kil'jaeden! Edmund Duke, the Alliance's commander-in-chief, is already a demigod! He has killed the demon lord Sargeras and stabbed the Legion's commander Archimonde to death! If Kil'jaeden dares to come, he will definitely kill him too."

"Things in the clouds will naturally be handled by the gods in the clouds. We just do our job well. Do you understand?"

The rapid-fire words stunned everyone in the command post.

No matter if he is a king who is high above or a general who has climbed up from the common people.

Irel couldn't help but cover his mouth.

What a heroic spirit!

To move mountains and rivers, to drive the enemies to serve one's own ends, to cut off the claws and scales of the nightmare of the universe, this kind of spirit that stands at the end of the mortal power, is it the supreme courage of the commander-in-chief whom one has never met?

Faced with the reconciled ethnic hatred, Duke in Karazhan felt satisfied.

After all, even though he has been promoted to demigod, his base is still the Alliance.

Anyone who loses his position in order to please the orcs is doomed to tragedy.

Ultimately, Duke was just following his heart.

As for dealing with Kil'jaeden, of course it's because Kil'jaeden is doing something big at this moment, setting a trap for someone like him, Du. How could he have the time to come to Outland to deal with him?

Moreover, he is now clearly following his heart - come on, everyone, read with me - the top is 'from' and the bottom is 'heart' - what is this word! ?

That's right, bird!

It's just one word: 'coward'!

The real man is like a tofu, hiding under the bed, oh no, hiding in his lair, and he won't come out until he can say it.

The writing is spineless, read as 'diversion'!

Anyway, as long as Kil'jaeden doesn't come to Outland, no one can prove that Edmund Duke, the commander of the Alliance, is cowardly in Azeroth, right?

Hehehehe!

From the first day of his time travel, Duke has been a coward.

At first, he struggled not to become a ghoul, then he didn't want to join the Burning Legion and be sold out by Sargeras, and later he stabbed Sargeras to death...

Just as Duke was feeling proud of his impromptu speech, he suddenly realized that Vashj was standing in front of him.

The high elf's slender arms looked particularly elegant when she was performing the maid's salute. When lifted up, the fan-shaped white gauze skirt revealed a small section of white calves.

"Huh?" Duke was a little confused.

"Master, I am deeply moved by your speech just now."

"…"

"I used to just go with the flow, until I made the wrong choice and endured ten thousand years of torture, then I finally understood. You have to fight for your future and cherish it. My dear master, your Celia feels very happy now. So I will contribute my strength without reservation, both in public and in private."

After saying that, Vashj knelt down, her posture like a cat with its back arched.

She crawled over step by step, with a slightly fanatical seductive look on her face, while her sexy tongue gently licked her red lips.

Duke panicked.

"Wait! We can talk it out if we want. Why did you use Armor Breaker on me? A gentleman should use words, not fists!"

"My dear master, I am just about to speak..." Vashj pressed on.

"N-No... No..."

At this moment, Duke was in tears, and he sighed in his heart: the world is going downhill, morality is declining. Why do maids like to fight back now?

The next day, the demons of Legion Fortress faced an unexpected challenge.

The reckless alliance sent out a food delivery force of only 10,000 soldiers.

The prophetess Kavelin is from the Shivalar clan. These evil six-armed priestesses focus on both martial arts and magic. Their healing skills have brought back to life many Burning Legion wounded who were on their last breath, and their shadow spells have made many people who have been tortured by them remember them forever as long as their souls survive.

These priestesses are very pious, and the meaning of their existence is to spread the will of Sargeras.

At the same time, they act as commanders of the legion on many occasions.

Hearing about the Alliance's attack, Kavelin was stunned for half a second, and then a look of humiliation and anger appeared on her face: "These ignorant bugs, after winning under the protection of those damn titan creations, dare to ignore the Legion? Do they confuse us with those rubbish next door that are so weak that they can't even join the main battle legion? Send out the Legion's magic mecha! I want to see those bugs tremble under the Legion's invincible power!"

The strong despise the weak, and the weak envy the strong. This is the norm in the Burning Legion.

It is almost natural for the powerful demons directly under the Legion to look down on the weaklings who are sent to join Illidan.

When Yrel, Maraad, and Uregar arrived five kilometers in front of the Legion Fortress with a mixed force of 10,000 elite and miscellaneous troops, they were all deeply shocked.

Not everyone has seen the magic mechas on the Hellfire Peninsula with their own eyes.

Although the Fel Mech is strictly the technology of the Eredar 25,000 years ago, unfortunately, this technology has been lost to the Draenei. Now the only ethereal mech is still on the spaceship in Storm Fortress to help them guard their home.

Now this batch of magic mechas have actually been weakened. They were made by Mo'arg mechanics, and although they are still very powerful, they have lost their arcane attack capabilities and can only be regarded as machines that use brute force. They have no intelligence and can only follow orders.

The power and defense of the Fel Reavers are greater than those of the Hellfire, and they can be said to be an upgraded version of the Hellfire. However, the cost of manufacturing them is very high, and even the Burning Legion has only built a few in the entire Outland.

Except for the one that was killed by Varian and his heroes in Hellfire Peninsula, and the Doomwalker who is now guarding the door of the Black Temple, the other three are all here.

Ten kilometers in the air where Hoof was leading his army, sitting in the command room of the Black Pearl, Mark Dooku, who was watching the battle through a magic mirror, smiled.

"There are actually only three types of weapons in the world - energy weapons represented by magic, kinetic weapons represented by Cannonballs and arrows, and projectile missiles... Even in the era of the universe, there are only these three types. Someone suggested that I use powerful magic to bombard these big guys... In fact, as long as you can achieve the effect of armor penetration, no matter how big the enemy is, it will just be a target."

Brann frowned. He had always been reserved about the new warship that Duke had been advocating. He was not sure about the trend of reducing firepower and increasing survivability and flexibility.

Although the dwarves also have a big Cannon complex, that is a comprehensive attack that requires them to be blown up to the sky at once even if the enemies are all over the mountains and plains.

Brann couldn't keep up with Duke's new way of thinking, which was to pursue hits and kills.

"Keep watching." Duke didn't say anything and just asked Brann to continue watching.

In the picture, the huge magic mecha was so shocking just by walking over. Its huge body was more than ten stories high, and every step it took on the ground would cause earthquake-like vibrations.

This was not an opponent that could be defeated by melee weapons. Countless Draenei clenched their weapons, but found that it was futile. Even if they used their toes to think, they knew that the sharp or blunt weapons in their hands could not cause any substantial damage to this huge metal robot.

When the magic mecha approached the 10,000-man army, the Alliance's standard flying battleship opened fire.

"Bang, bang, bang--" As if testing the sound before playing the piano, it went on from the first note in one breath, extending from the bow to the stern. Continuous artillery smoke came out, and then artillery shells fell from the sky like heavy rain.

Hundreds of large-caliber shells fell around the magic mecha, causing a series of explosions that seemed to be the collapse of the sky and the earth.

One thousand meters away, even though the unreliable commander, Iriel, had studied the Alliance's infantry and artillery coordination command manual intensively in the past few days, and had ordered all infantrymen to lie on the ground and in makeshift shallow trenches before the bombardment was completed, he still felt it was unbearable.

What's even more unbearable is yet to come.

In everyone's subconscious, the huge explosion that could flatten a mountain, let alone a mere magic mecha, should flatten everything.

However - the magic mechas were only knocked to their knees by the powerful impact force. After the bombardment, the three magic mechas stood up again, took huge steps, and moved towards the direction of the Alliance infantry.

Yrel, the pressure is on.

This ten-story-high legion magic mecha can take nearly ten meters at a time.

If they could charge, it would only take a blink of an eye to cover a distance of a thousand meters.

To withdraw or not to withdraw, this is a serious question.

"Commander! Please make the decision!" Voices came from below that sounded like questions, but were actually interrogations.

Whether 10,000 people evacuate or stay, they will take great risks.

If they stayed, they could only hope that the next round of bombardment by the Alliance would be effective. Otherwise, by the next round, they would most likely be affected because the distance was too close.

A mere 203mm Cannon would kill people and animals within a 30-meter radius with one shot, not to mention a giant Cannon over 400mm.

If they wait too long, even if they can take down these three magic mechas, the Alliance's infantry will still suffer heavy casualties.

Retreat is also a huge trouble.

Because the troops came from the Illidari outpost, taking the mountain road. Mountain roads are always closer when you look at them, but farther when you walk. And there are usually only one or two easy roads.

It is easy to come, but difficult to retreat.

Iriel bit the nail of his right thumb hard, and his tail spun non-stop as if it had a small motor.

When she was most hesitant, she remembered Mark Dooku's character of never disappointing anyone.

Starting from the rescue of Shattrath City, to the destruction of the evil orcs in Zangarmarsh, and then to the last Illidari Watch.

Irel suddenly bit his lips and said, "Dead man, I trust you one more time."

Three seconds later, Yrel hammered the ground hard. "Pass the order down. Everyone stay where they are and wait. No one is allowed to retreat. Anyone who evacuates without permission will be treated as a deserter. I will bear any responsibility!"

A silent commotion spread throughout the entire magic communication network.

No one protested, no one even said a word.

Shattrath Garrison Commander Maraad had no objection, and High Lord Uregar had no objection. On what basis did they protest against the orders of the army's supreme commander?

Unless two-thirds of the lower-level front-line commanders collectively oppose the military orders of the higher-level commander, even if the orders are wrong, they must be implemented most thoroughly.

This is the military regulation that has been set by the Alliance commander Edmund Duke for 24 years and has been strictly enforced ever since.

Unknowingly, the Alliance has transformed from the original loose union of kingdoms into a most disciplined, cross-border military organization.

This is the hardship that more than 20 years of war has brought to the people of Azeroth.

It is also the result of many years of struggle by heroes like Duke.

Even though the army was led by a young and seemingly inexperienced commander named Iriel, his orders were still carried out.

In the distance, the sound of heavy footsteps continued to rumble and got closer and closer.

The soldiers crawling on the ground could even clearly see the sand in front of them jumping rhythmically, getting higher and higher.

But not a single soldier moved, let alone ran away.

This is the magic of will, the magic of discipline!

On the Black Pearl, Duke and the two dwarf kings watched this scene with satisfaction.

"Okay, Dooku...Mark. I lost. Show me your secret weapon." Brann made a gesture of surrender.

Mark, controlled by Duke, pressed the magic communication button, then glared fiercely at the black-and-white-haired panda man on the other side of the magic mirror.

Jun Muqi, the guy with the strange Chinese name, turned pale the last time he came back when he heard that the Alliance envoy had ordered him to wear an oxygen mask and swim in a cesspool for an hour.

And then this stuff is also absolutely amazing.

He did not fight the order, but he lodged an appeal.

Then, at a special appeal meeting held by the Alliance, he resolutely pleaded guilty and pleaded for leniency.

"I have performed meritorious services for your country, and I have acted cute for all the queens! Your Majesty Menethil, Your Majesty Barov, and Your Majesty Proudmoore all like my performance very much. I believe Lord Edmund, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, would not want to see it either. Next time, Your Majesties can enjoy watching a panda that has swam in a cesspool."

There are always some creatures in the world that can do nothing and gain the fanatical love of people all over the world just by performing the most basic activities of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, and acting cute, such as pandas.

Although there are essential differences between pandas and panda people, their cute appearance has not changed.

I really don't know how this bastard did it. Duke in Karazhan actually received three urgent messages of appeal from his own harem in one breath.

"Duke, I'm not against you punishing this guy, but can you do it another way?"

Because of her eternal youth, Calia still looks as pure and lovely as a 16-year-old girl. When she looked at Duke with a pitiful expression as if she was about to cry.

What else can Duke do?

There is no such thing as playing in a manure pit in the Alliance's rules. In the end, Duke was not justified. In the end, he was only fined and asked to write a review.

Duke looked at this guy and couldn't help but get angry, but he could only do his job: "It's your Royal Special Fleet's turn to play."

Jun Muqi saluted with a smile: "Understood, Special Envoy! The Royal Kiln Group, oh, the Royal Special Fleet will definitely live up to your trust."

The fucking brothel team turned into a brothel group. You did this on purpose, didn't you?

Duke was so angry that his teeth itched.

Jun Muqi performed a scene to make the black and white world colorful - he stuck out his tongue. The little red tongue looked very cute.

Considering that this guy was actually a rough guy, Duke wanted to slap this bastard to death.

That's a matter of looking back.

At this moment, in addition to the three previous warships, there are also Repulse, Renown, Nelson, Vanguard, Duke of York, and Prince of Wales.

These flying warships turned their turrets at the same time and let out earth-shaking roars.

A few seconds later, ten thousand meters away, the right arm of a legion magic mecha exploded.

Looking at the huge mecha that was getting closer and closer, the ten thousand soldiers crawling on the battlefield were all trembling with fear and kept praying to the gods they believed in.

The huge monster that came into view was not something that a group of small soldiers like them should be able to deal with.

Although military orders are as heavy as mountains, "reckless man" and "idiot" are not the same word after all.

Just when the huge tremor almost made people vomit last night's dinner, time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

The Abyss Lord, who was watching the battle from a distance, suddenly changed his expression from arrogance to horror. He screamed, "No!"

In the sky full of fire, everyone, including all the demons present, saw that the right arm of the Legion's magic mecha suddenly twisted outward twice in an unexpected reverse joint position during the explosion, and then the entire arm fell off due to the explosion of the shoulder.

There were bright sparks at the broken edge, and green evil energy spurted out like a fountain.

What was even more exaggerated was that the fallen arm was hit by another shell that followed closely. It was spinning and flying towards a mechanical device built by a Morgue technician not far away, smashing it to pieces easily.

Everyone opened their mouths wide.

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the Allied positions.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Fuck these big toys!"

"Hahaha!"

Compared to the cheers of the Allies, the Mo'arg technicians were simply shocked.

The armor of the magic mecha, which is more than 200 mm thick, was actually penetrated?

Because it is an alloy infused with fel energy, even the powerful magic of the Sunrise Archmage may not be able to penetrate its armor. Similarly, even the Abyss Lord with amazing brute force cannot easily break through the alloy armor, so why does it become like paper in front of human artillery?

Foreman Moergo was angry!

"Counterattack! Fire and fight back!"

Fel Cannons - this is a must-have facility for every magic forging camp. Before the construction of each magic forging camp, fel Cannons will be deployed to provide protection for the construction of Gan'erg and Mo'arg. There has always been no shortage of fel Cannons in Outland, and this time is no exception.

Many evil energy Cannons that were originally hidden in underground gun bays were pushed out from their bunkers by the craftsmen and fired directly into the sky.

The high-concentration fel energy shells that stung the eyes drew green rays of light in the dark sky and rushed brilliantly towards the Alliance airship hovering in the sky.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat immediately!" In order to cover the retreat of the main force, brave frigates rushed forward from time to time, and the battleships and cruisers with their relatively weak magic shields as the main force withstood the attacks of large-caliber fel artillery shells.

The outcome is often tragic.

The spherical white shield lasted less than a second before it turned into elemental particles and scattered in the air. Under the direct attack of this kind of artillery, most of the slender ships had their keels broken in one go.

The evil energy rushed in directly, easily sweeping through the entire ammunition depot, causing an even more powerful explosion.

Exploding wood, twisted gun barrels, and the remains of humans and dwarves fell from the sky.

This scene is simply horrific.

Brann covered his eyes.

Duke sighed, "See? If it was a new warship with an isolation cabin, it wouldn't explode so easily."

Brann nodded silently. If he had listened to Duke and given up the multi-gun coverage style of play earlier, there would not have been any sacrifice at this moment.

The only thing to be thankful for was that, with the desperate cover of the small ships, the main force finally managed to fly out of the attack range of the evil artillery.

Draenor itself is a planet with a smaller radius than Azeroth, so its crust is more curved. Even after the planet exploded, the remaining continents or regions are still the same.

When flying more than four thousand meters away from a target, the warship will appear to sink below the horizon. The fel Cannons that can only attack directly cannot hit it at all, but the new artillery of the Alliance attacks in a parabola.

Although the hit rate of attacks from more than 10,000 meters away is simply unbearable to watch, the new Cannon attacking the magic mecha is like throwing a sledgehammer at an egg.

It's okay if you miss.

Once it hits, not only will the egg white and yolk flow out, but even the eggshell will turn into powder.

Even with the help and guidance of the army, attacking across the horizon with a giant Cannon is still a matter of luck.

Fortunately, wherever there are tauren, the Alliance has always had good luck.

After only three rounds of bombardment, the three huge magic mechas were destroyed. The first mecha to be hit was the luckiest, with only one hand and one foot being hit, and it fell to the ground, twitching like a madman.

The second mech suffered the most, being hit in the chest by a single shot from the Hood. The armor-piercing shell weighing more than a ton pierced through the armor on the chest and directly hit the mech's evil power reactor, causing a huge explosion that even affected the third mech that was quite close.

The third mecha also had its left leg blown off, and it rolled on the ground in the same ridiculous manner.

Without the magic mecha that the infantry fears the most, it is time to charge.

"Charge!" Irel raised his hammer high.

The loud charge sounded throughout the Allied positions.

The battlefield that seemed empty a moment ago was suddenly filled with densely packed heads.

Not only that, without any warning, the water level of the lake that was originally full of turbid water to the north of the Legion Fortress suddenly dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just one minute, the water dragon that once looked like a mighty river disappeared without a trace. Only the clear water marks on the red stones told people that there was once such a turbulent river here.

Just when Hoof, who was leading the Draenei and Dwarfs as the main infantry, had just bypassed the broken fel mecha and was about to reach the Legion Fortress in a few minutes, bursts of loud noises came from the direction where the water receded.

"Woo-woo--" The long-lasting horn sound is the same as it has been for thousands of years.

Maraad stopped and looked into the distance, his face slightly changed.

"Orc horn!" Maraad stomped his tauren hard, but continued to charge.

There used to be an irreconcilable feud between them, and their blood once mixed together on the battlefield, staining the entire Terokkar Forest. It's a pity that now their identities are - allies!

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Either victory or death!

The classic roar once again echoed in Shadowmoon Valley.

How long has it been since Shadowmoon Valley became Illidan's territory and testing ground?

Countless orcs shed tears.

"For the Horde!" The one who took the lead in raising the flaming hammer was the Horde Chieftain Thrall. Beside him, Orgrim followed closely, and in addition, there was also the Tauren Chieftain Cairne.

Three muscular men formed the Horde's most violent assault spearhead, rushing straight towards the demons in the legion fortress from the rear.

"Not good!" The prophetess Kavelin exclaimed.

At this moment, she finally understood that the tens of thousands of Alliance infantrymen in front of her were just baits. The real killer move was the main force of orcs that were coming from the river valley where it was impossible for infantry to pass through.

She had no way of estimating how many orcs had come. The orcs reflected in their eyes were from the top of the southwestern mountain, all the way from the mountains to the river valley. There were at least tens of thousands of them.

On the Black Pearl, Brann was also shocked.

"Sounds like déjà vu, doesn't it?" Duke smiled.

"indeed..."

The mountains and plains were filled with fearless orcs. This scene made these two old soldiers who had experienced the first and second battles of the Dark Gate couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Back then, the orcs were powerful enough to drown everything, and they almost flattened the entire southern continent with this locust invasion.

Stormwind fell, and if it weren't for Duke's support, Ironforge would have collapsed due to lack of food and medicine.

24 years later, even if the Alliance has very scary new artillery, once the enemy has an absolute advantage in numbers, this scene will still make any commander feel terrified.

"How many people did this guy Thrall bring here?" Kurdran complained.

Duke scratched his head. "Originally, this guy claimed that he would bring one million people into Shadowmoon Valley. I said we couldn't afford it, so he was forced to reduce the number to 200,000."

No one will underestimate the 200,000 people in the Horde.

The living conditions in Outland were becoming increasingly harsh, and the old, weak, and sick had basically all died when the orc chieftain Ner'zhul invaded Azeroth.

The edge of the continent is collapsing day by day, and the living space is decreasing day by day. Which clan doesn't fight desperately to grab the hunting ground?

It is no exaggeration to say that the current orcs have all emerged from a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

If the only thing that limited the orcs' combat power before was their backward weapons and equipment, then this problem no longer exists.

the Horde can ask the Alliance to provide food and holy water, but the Alliance will never provide weapons to the Horde for free.

On the continent of Kalimdor in Azeroth, every goblin factory belonging to the Rustwater Cartel was working overtime day and night. It was a place that could be called a sweatshop, and even Duke, who had seen a lot of things, would feel his scalp tingling when he saw it.

As a price, the Horde gathered 300,000 sets of armor and 500,000 heavy steel weapons in a very short period of time.

Nowadays, all weapons are blessed with the foot washing water of the Naaru in Shattrath City.

No matter whether it was foot washing water or shampoo, at this moment, every weapon in the hands of the tribal warriors was shining with golden light.

Even though many golden lights are dull in color and impure in various ways, they are still weapons against demons after all.

The orcs were fast and had great endurance. They could charge over 3,000 meters without having to breathe or slow down. Soon, tens of thousands of orcs rushed into the legion fortress, which had no special defenses.

There were some originally, but before the orcs charged, Duke was kind enough to have the Royal Kiln Regiment plow all the places on the front line where there were fel artillery.

It was a perfect coordination between infantry and artillery, and the result was that the Horde, which was basically composed of soldiers, was able to directly drag the legion's demons into a close combat of life and death without being attacked by many ranged attacks from the other side.

"Let the old-style battle fleet approach!" the Horde entered into close combat, and then used ultra-long-range attacks from 10,000 meters away, which seemed to be a deliberate attempt to pit the allies because of the accuracy. Duke disdained this and simply let the old-style gunboats approach the legion fortress and use Cannons to cover the deeper parts of the legion fortress.

The Black Pearl merely crossed the horizon, and the moment it saw the Legion Fortress, deafening waves of sound swept over like a tide, easily passing through the thick deck of the ship, rushing into the eardrums of everyone present, washing over them repeatedly.

Duke frowned. Although this Mark had no real hearing ability, he... turned down the volume of the live radio in Karazhan.

A wave of green mixed with brown and red swept across half of the earth. It was countless orcs.

The green ones are mostly the second generation orcs who came from the expedition of Azeroth, and there are still a few guys who have transformed from evil orcs at this stage. The brown and red ones are mostly from Nagrand, clans that maintain the most primitive shamanism.

Regardless, the number of orcs seemed so great that it was difficult to describe it in any human language.

In the vast land that was partly red and partly dark black, even though the orcs had fully utilized their ability to climb mountains as if they were walking on flat ground, it seemed that the battle line of more than ten kilometers still could not accommodate all the orcs to attack at the same time.

Many orcs had no choice but to raise their weapons and cheer from the back.

Just in the eyes of the heartless Duke, these orcs were just salted fish shouting 666 in the back and performing the salted fish thrust.

No matter what, the scene was still extremely shocking.

As the main force of the Burning Legion, the Demon Guards have a very large number of them. But if you underestimate them, there is only one consequence - being chopped in half by their axes. They are warriors recruited from the Mo'arg tribe and serve as soldiers of the Legion.

In the past, you could only see Demon Guards rushing forward in groups and killing the enemies.

But what we saw today were even more exaggerated numbers of orcs, like a colony of marching ants in the forest, engulfing everything in their path.

The Deathfurnace Hellfires were released in rows, and the scorching flames on them were the biggest threat to melee combatants.

At this moment, a place on the battlefield suddenly became empty, the ground broke open, and a huge water column that a hundred orcs could not surround rose into the sky.

At the very top of the water column, there is a vague silhouette of a giant water element.

The unstable Hydra was once just a servant of Vashj, but now it is a thug of the Alliance. With a wave of its round arm, the water column that seemed to reach the sky suddenly poured down on the heads of the hellfires.

What about fire?

Put out fire with water!

This time, several leaders of the legion finally changed their expressions.

They had their own flag, a cross of two huge double-headed swords, and holding the two swords were six slender arms, representing the three leaders of this army.

In the past 25,000 years, it has participated in hundreds of planet extinction wars. Although it is not a front-line force of the Burning Legion, it is definitely well-known.

Today, this legion has been almost wiped out.

This result made Valeera, who had personally taken action, extremely embarrassed. She had originally thought that she would be a friend of women and kill bad men to warn the world, but who knew that she would become a widow-maker who murdered other people's husbands.

Of course, this also made Magni very angry.

Duke could only smile bitterly at this terrible incident.

If things continue to develop in this way, Magni will have a chance to be promoted to a demigod in a few years. However, when Magni is accidentally deified, the rebellious princess Moira will try to seize power.

Of course, with me, Duke, here, you still want to make trouble? Hehehehe!

Duke ignored such trivial matters.

He turned his eyes to the military map, where the marks marking the two armies of Varian and Vol'jin had moved from Blade's Edge Mountains to the Netherstorm region.

It seems that it is only a matter of time before the entire Outer Realm North is resolved.

It is worth mentioning that when passing through the Blade's Edge Mountains area, the coalition forces did not fight with the Goron clan.

I still remember the first time Duke went to Blade's Edge Mountains in the game. On the top of the rock peak of Dragon's End, he could see many black dragon corpses that were pierced by sharp conical stone spikes like skewers.

Those were all giant dragons killed by Gruul, the King of the Gronn.

Therefore, Gruul, as a demigod, has the title of "Dragon Slayer". He lives deep in Gruul's Lair in the northeast of Blade's Edge Mountain. His powerful fists will kill anyone who dares to challenge him in seconds.

In the game, Gruul the Dragon Slayer is also the final BOSS of the 25-man dungeon Gruul's Lair.

Gruul was born in Outland and is a powerful creature with a demigod body. Legend has it that the Gronn raised the ogres, but ruled them by force. The Gronns usually have great strength and size. If you fly over the Blade's Edge Mountains, you will find several huge Gronns wandering among them. They are the sons of Gruul.

The Gorons and the orcs have been fighting each other for thousands of years.

Moreover, Grom Hellscream and his father became famous by killing Gronn.

Who knows, this time Thrall personally visited the dragon slayer Gruul. No one knows what Thrall promised. All we know is that Gruul ordered the Gronn to give up the passage and promised that he would not interfere in the war between the Allied Forces and the Burning Legion during the Allied Forces' campaign in Outland.

This caught Duke a little off guard.

For this reason, Jaina specifically reminded Duke: "Be careful, there is a high possibility that the Goron will completely join the Horde. Perhaps they have a feud. Since the Outland is going to be destroyed, it is not impossible for Gruul to make concessions and join the Horde in order to survive."

Duke smiled. "Since we can subdue the Qiraji and recruit the Naga, why can't the Horde have the Goron? And this is not the first time they have cooperated."

During the second battle of the Dark Gate in this life, Orgrim persuaded some of the Gronn to serve as minions of the Horde and participated in the attack on Silvermoon City.

Dark Gate 24 March 3rd.

If you only look at the military map of Outland, anyone would think that this war has lost its suspense, because except for a small part of Shadowmoon Valley, all areas of Outland are planted with the flag of the Allied Forces.

From the northernmost Netherstorm region to the southernmost Terokkar Forest.

From Nagrand in the west to Hellfire Peninsula in the east.

The Allied forces almost wiped out all of Illidan's forces, and the only ones left were some guys who were unwilling to be lonely and were fighting guerrilla warfare, which did not harm the overall situation.

Outside the Black Temple at the easternmost part of Shadowmoon Valley: to the northwest is the Sha'tar Altar occupied by the Aldor forces of Shattrath City; to the southwest is the Temple of the Stars occupied by the Astrologers; on the high ground due west, where the ruins of Baal'ri were originally located, a huge tribal military camp has been built.

Corresponding to the Horde military camp is the Watcher's Cage, which was originally supposed to be controlled by the Gray Tongue Deathsworn, but is now the Alliance's military camp.

Three hundred thousand elite tribal warriors are ready to go.

The same is true for the 150,000 elite mixed troops of the Alliance.

Above the two military camps, countless flying warships and raptor mounts blocked out the sky.

If the entire Shadowmoon Valley had not been severely corrupted by fel energy and all food had not had to be transferred from the Terokkar Forest area, coupled with problems such as insufficient equipment, it is estimated that the frenzied Horde would have been able to pull out more than one million soldiers.

Even so, the gathering of an army of over 500,000 was an awe-inspiring force.

To the north, large tribal formations, organized by clan, were loosely pieced together.

The burly orcs were panting heavily. The simple wooden sticks, stone axes, and bone spears were gone, replaced by shiny metal axes, steel hammers that could easily smash boulders, and shiny, scary shoulder armor spikes.

Behind the orc formation, there are countless even taller and more powerful beings...

By the way, as a traditional fighting race, the proportion of warriors among orcs is the highest.

To the south, the infantry phalanx of the Alliance was full of rigor and discipline no matter when you looked at it. The shields and armor were polished to a shine, and even the spears were neatly aligned and sharp. Anyone could feel that this was a legion made of steel, with a will as strong as iron and unyielding.

To the west, there were diesel tanks lined up neatly on the plain, with black smoke coming out of their chimneys. There were also diesel trailers equipped with huge artillery. With just one order, they would turn into a torrent of steel and drown the enemy.

The eastern frontier closest to the Dark Temple was a huge lake with clear water. In the shallow lake, thousands of Nagas were quietly waiting, swaying their long tails, holding tridents or various weapons that were particularly suitable for water warfare.

Now, everyone's eyes are on the stage.

In order to allow everyone to see clearly, a three-dimensional projection controlled by 50 master mages magnified everything on the podium a hundred times so that everyone could see clearly.

Under the watchful eyes of over a million people, the Alliance's Outland commander-in-chief Varian Wrynn and the Horde's chieftain Thrall walked up to the podium together.

The warriors of the Horde punched their chests, and the warriors of the Alliance saluted. They expressed their highest respect to the two leaders in their own ways.

To everyone's surprise, the two leaders neither came on stage nor said anything to each other. They just stood side by side quietly, as if waiting for someone.

At this moment, everyone saw a young wizard stepping onto the platform.

In front of the camera that magnified the image a hundred times, everyone could clearly see that the appearance of this unknown little wizard was changing with every step as he stepped onto the platform.

"It really looks like Lord Edmund..."

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#1489Chapter 1457: The Bloody Incident of the Tongxu family

Chapter 1457: The Bloody Incident of the Tongxu family

The demon guard might be able to split an orc with greater impact and brute force, but he would be chopped into meat paste by more orcs with axes shining with golden light.

A few remaining legion flags struggled to hold on amid the green and maroon waves.

However, before long, all the legion flags were completely submerged by the orcs' frenzy.

As long as the demon's soul returns to the twisting void, it can be resurrected countless times. The demon souls that have separated from their dead bodies float in the air and laugh at the ugly orcs below.

Then, they encountered the thing they least wanted to encounter - their souls were imprisoned!

Only those who can peek into the spirit world can see that behind the Horde's army, a series of intricately patterned and evil scarlet magic circles are unfolding. In the center of these huge magic circles, there must be at least one orc warlock holding a skull staff and muttering something.

Warlock is a profession that conflicts with the mainstream values ​​of the Alliance.

When Dalaran was destroyed, warlocks made great efforts to help defend it, which was recognized by the Alliance and became a legal profession. However, young magic apprentices yearn to become a god of magic like their idol Edmund Duke, rather than a dirty and evil warlock.

After the warlocks failed to summon powerful demons many times, resulting in tragedies, the apprentices' bad impression of warlocks was further exacerbated.

In the Alliance, there is not even one warlock among a hundred mages.

But in the Horde, orcs and even the newly joined tauren and goblins are quite accepting of warlocks. As a result, the number of warlocks in the Horde is now similar to that of mages, second only to the shamans who have the largest number of people.

The orc warriors in front are exterminating the demons.

The orc warlocks in the rear were also enjoying this feast of the soul.

With the help of the amplification of the war magic circle, they can wantonly strangle the souls of the demon guards who have left their bodies, and turn them into soul fragments that can be used as materials for casting powerful magic.

The more powerful demons will be enslaved most cruelly.

The chains symbolizing shame were locked around the necks of the souls of the Doomsday Guardians. Listening to the wails of these powerful demons in the spirit world and watching them being angry and unwilling but having to accept slavery, the warlocks laughed wildly in triumph.

No one noticed that in the dark eyes of Anasterian, the Sun King who stayed in the backline, the fire of his soul was constantly flickering.

If the last Battle of Ahn'Qiraj was a feast for the Alliance, in which the Alliance not only seized the powerful floating fortress Naxxramas, but also gathered the powerful Qiraji Insect Empire as its servants; then this expedition to Outland is a carnival for the orcs. It is conservatively estimated that more than two million strong orcs will return to the embrace of the Horde, and including women and children, the actual number is more than three million, making the orcs the undisputed dominant race in the Horde.

but...

The Forsaken gained nothing.

They were forbidden to resurrect the dead elves and humans as new Forsaken. And the orcs, the resurrected Forsaken, did not recognize Anasterian's rule at all. These ungrateful guys all followed Orgrim and fought completely for the interests of the orcs.

"Haha! Do you really want to treat me, Anasterian Sunstrider, as a slave?" The Sun King sneered.

Suddenly, the magic message came.

"Anasterian, it's your turn. Get rid of that six-armed female demon." Thrall's order came. It was simple and straightforward, and the voice was rough. No matter how many times, Anasterian could not get used to it.

The noble and elegant high elves never spoke in this way. And every time, such a conversation would hurt Anasterian's dignity as the Sun King.

The element of anger burns in the fire of the soul.

"Yes, Warchief." The Sun King still bowed respectfully.

The dead have no expression. In the eyes of most living people, the Forsaken have no emotions. Obviously, they are all wrong...

In this battle, Thrall, Orgrim and Cairne beat the pit lords Makhazadon and Mo'gororon to death.

The prophetess of Shivalla, Kavelin, was killed by Anasterian and her soul was captured.

There is no need to question why the Sun King would capture souls. True heroes often have multiple professions and three-system talents. Uther was not a priest who turned into a paladin. Kel'Thuzad was a wizard who turned into a warlock and later became a lich. For true geniuses, the so-called professional barrier does not exist. The only difference is whether he wants to do it or not.

On the Black Pearl, a guest who was both familiar and unfamiliar arrived - Muradin Bronzebeard.

"Oh! My second brother!" Brann raised a musket with a tip that looked like a trumpet and fired at Muradin hard.

Of course, there was no bullet in this old-fashioned musket, it was all low-quality gunpowder. The shot did not do any harm to Muradin, who was halfway through firing his gun in panic, it just sprayed him in the face.

Yes, Muradin's face was blackened.

Then the second brother of the Bronzebeard family responded to his third brother with an iron fist of love that said "I am older than you".

The two idiots punched each other many times, and then sat down panting.

"Is it over?" Duke asked.

"without."

"But we will continue privately."

"Well, you guys played really shockingly." Duke was also speechless.

Muradin looked left and right, and stared at Duke, who was incarnated as Mark, for a long time. Finally, he nodded with a strange expression: "No, no, no, when it comes to magic tricks, we can't compare to you mages even if we play for another thousand years."

Apparently, Magni had already told Muradin the identity of Mark Dooku.

Duke doesn't mind either. This is no secret among the top leaders of the Alliance.

"By the way, don't you need to rest? Is Magni willing to let you come to the Outlands?"

"Brother... he is busy taking care of his daughter Moira." Muradin then explained secretly to Duke.

Moira Bronzebeard, the daughter of Magni Bronzebeard, was originally a princess of Ironforge. Later, she fell in love with Emperor Dagran Thaurissan of the Dark Iron tribe. She followed him to Blackrock Mountain and took her husband's surname, calling herself Moira Thaurissan.

Duke hadn't expected that originally in history this should have happened before the death of Ragnaros, but this little plot was too minor for the Alliance. Although it was quite important for the dwarves, Ragnarok and Nefarian were both causing trouble at the time, so Duke had no time to care about such a bloody thing about the daughter of an enemy falling in love with the boss of the enemy.

result...

History has quietly returned to the right track.

After taking Muradin back, Magni received a report about his daughter's disappearance. He went back to Varian and urgently borrowed Valeera to investigate the matter. As a result, Valeera killed Thaurissan, who had "robbed the princess and insulted her", without hesitation.

No one knows whether it is because girls grow up to be too young to stay at home, or whether Thaurissan conquered this beautiful dwarf princess whose three dimensions are 40, 60, and 40.

Anyway, Moira directly announced that she had a child with Magni's enemy Thaurissan, and after Thaurissan's death, she became the new queen of the Dark Iron Dwarves.

If the first few steps of Mark Dooku gave people the feeling that he could still vaguely see Duke's style between his eyebrows, with the last few steps, everyone was surprised to see that Mark Dooku had completely turned into Edmund Duke.

This magical performance made everyone who knew Duke open their mouths in shock and they couldn't close them for a long time.

"Who is he?" A young orc who grew up in Nagrand asked his compatriot from Azeroth next to him. Looking at the specific pattern of fangs still hanging on his chest under his thick black iron armor, it was clear that this older orc was a centurion.

The Centurion had a complicated expression on his face. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would never have imagined that this rough, pimpled green face could express so many emotions. "He... He was once the nightmare of the orcs, and now he is the commander-in-chief of the Allied Forces and the demigod of Azeroth, Edmund Duke!"

For the older generation and even the new generation of Azeroth orcs who grew up, the name Edmund Duke definitely gives them a very complicated feeling.

"Why do we have to listen to the orders of a...human?" The young orc from Nagrand thought very directly. The orcs who came to rescue them were from Azeroth, so why should the orcs listen to the orders of a human?

The old orc sighed with infinite regret: "Child, twenty-four years ago, I was as young as you. At that time, 'our world' was not as bad as it is now, but many people could no longer survive. With the dream of conquering a new world, we crossed the Dark Portal. At first we were invincible and killed millions of humans and dwarves on the opposite side. Then the Alliance led by Edmund Duke defeated us and killed more orc warriors in various ways."

Many orcs from Azeroth were reluctant to talk about this part of history. It was the first time that the young orc and the orcs around him heard this story, and they all opened their mouths in surprise.

"Twenty-four years ago, humans could have defeated us. Today, they can do the same. But the human-dominated Alliance suppressed their hatred for us, just because we all have a common enemy - the demons of the Burning Legion. In order to come to our world to save you, we also choose to cooperate with the human-led Alliance. That's it."

The older centurion's explanation caused silence among the people around him.

No orc knows what their future will be like, but no matter how bad it is, it is better than living in a rapidly destroyed world. This is why even under the banner of the Allied Forces, the orcs can still maintain their fighting spirit.

Compared to the orcs' entanglements, the Alliance's soldiers' situation is much simpler.

When they saw Duke's face, what came to their mind was not only the impression of the commander-in-chief, but also all the glory they had ever obtained.

What lingers in the deepest part of veterans' memories every day are the glorious times of the Alliance.

From the darkest and most chaotic era, humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves were saved from the desperate crisis of extinction and ultimately achieved victory and revival.

The eyes of the Alliance soldiers lit up.

No one knelt on one knee, because that was a tribute to the king. But the soldiers of the Alliance had a more direct way of saluting. Without any orders, they drew their swords in unison and raised their swords high.

With a long "clang" sound, 150,000 weapons were raised in unison, forming a mountain of cold light that suddenly rose up.

Such order and such astonishing momentum made the faces of 300,000 orcs change.

"Salute to the Alliance Commander Edmund Duke!"

One hundred and fifty thousand voices, becoming one.

There is no tail note deliberately prolonged for the sake of synergy.

There were no orders from the commander.

All I have is the feeling of paying utmost respect to this face.

The soldiers knew very well where their honor and pride came from.

He is not the inheritor of the noble bloodline of Emperor Thoradin!

But he is the inheritor of the will to unite all races to fight against evil in the War of the Ancients!

The innovator who has been committed to using technology to revolutionize the world and correct past mistakes.

The legendary figure who ascended to the pinnacle of power in the Alliance as a commoner and achieved the status of demigod as a mortal.

right!

His name is Edmund Duke!

Behind Duke, Varian was filled with mixed emotions as he looked at the fanatical expressions of admiration on the faces of the soldiers, the mechanized armored forces arranged in formation, and the fleet of flying ships barely hovering in the sky.

He worked very hard, and his level of leading a force far surpassed that of his father Llane.

He still couldn't get the highest evaluation in the Alliance. Because at most he could only be a good king, a victorious marshal, and a qualified leader of the Alliance, but he couldn't be a civil affairs expert who improved people's livelihood, a scientist who improved science and technology, a reformer who reformed the aristocratic system, or a super legendary hero who killed even the Demon King and the Ancient God one by one.

Suddenly I realized that I have passed the "great infinity" stage of growth when I always felt that I could do anything and that my abilities would never have limits.

Varian smiled. He had figured it out and realized his limits.

There can only be one person standing at the top of the world, and that person is not him.

If you can't surpass it, you can only accept it, otherwise you will destroy yourself.

Suddenly, his mood became calm, and Varian gently saluted Duke's back.

Beside him, Thrall's mood was equally complicated, but this did not prevent him from paying tribute to Duke's generosity and Aegwynnnimity. Without Duke's nod, there would be no salvation for millions of orcs. If the Alliance was ruthless enough, it could even trick the Horde, blow up a huge area, and throw all the orcs into the void to die.

For some reason, Thrall felt Duke could do it.

At this time, Thrall punched his chest with one fist, paying Duke the highest respect an orc could show.

Duke gently raised his hands, palms facing down, and made a downward gesture.

For a moment, the Alliance soldiers sheathed their swords and there was complete silence.

Duke spoke, and his voice was transmitted to every corner of the plain through the pre-set amplification magic.

"Nearly thirty years ago, Kil'jaeden, the commander of the Burning Legion, bewitched the orc shaman Ner'zhul, saying that the Draenei would bring destruction to the world. This led to the brutal and bloody Battle of Shattrath."

"Twenty-four years ago, under the instigation of Gul'dan, the evil warlock who defected to Kil'jaeden, Grom Hellscream drank the first bowl of demon blood. Thus, there were green-skinned violent orcs. There was also the invasion of Azeroth led by Blackhand, the first chieftain of the Horde."

"Nineteen years ago, it was the hateful Kil'jaeden who turned Ner'zhul into a huge bomb. After failing to destroy the world of Azeroth, he threw it into this world, which led to the explosion and collapse of the planet."

"Then, Illidan joined the Burning Legion and invaded this world, making it even more filthy and devastated."

"That's right! Although there have been brutal wars between the Alliance and the Horde, humans, dwarves, elves, draenei and orcs, and even those who are standing face to face with each other now are enemies, as a witness to this cruel history and an exposer of conspiracy, I, Edmund Duke, want to say that everything is the sin of the Burning Legion-"

As soon as Duke finished speaking, there was quite a commotion below.

First the Alliance, then the orcs.

Because of the use of on-site simultaneous translation by backstage staff, the broadcast from the orcs will be delayed by about one second.

As a result, the reaction will be delayed by one second.

The orcs who stayed in Draenor knew that they were in a miserable situation. The world had exploded, and it was still crumbling day by day. They didn't know when everyone would be destroyed together.

Not many orcs knew the whole story. Even the wisest shaman in the clan only knew part of it.

Not to mention those who stayed behind, even the orcs in Azeroth were not fully aware of this history.

Now that Duke has brought the matter to light, it would be strange if we weren't surprised.

The orcs were unwilling to believe it at first, but they soon saw that Chieftain Thrall, who was standing next to Duke, made a downward gesture, indicating that everyone should continue listening.

Before today, no one thought Duke would appear, and no one thought Duke would use such an argument.

Undoubtedly, such an argument is very popular, as it can minimize the hatred between the Alliance and the Horde.

Although every war is the result of the wills of countless forces and ambitious people, the biggest blame is placed on the Burning Legion, and the rest are just small pots.

Duke smiled and thought to himself: Kil'jaeden! You are the one who takes the blame and forces me to continue to act like a fool.

Duke wasn't really afraid of Kil'jaeden's true form coming to beat him up.

Kil'jaeden's plots have failed so many times, and given his sinister character, he will only become more cautious. So what if he comes to Outland? So what if he clears out the hundreds of thousands of troops on the scene?

Granted, this is a major blow to both the Alliance and the Horde.

But the significance and value of each are completely different.

It was a catastrophic disaster for the Horde. Not only most of the heroes but even the leader had to kneel down.

Although it was a heavy blow to the Alliance, it was not enough to cause them to be unable to recover. After all, Duke, who was standing here and speaking, was just a puppet with nothing but a show. There were so many leaders in the Alliance, but only Varian came. If we counted Danath Trollbane who had not yet registered, there were only two leaders.

Moreover, in Kil'jaeden's view, Varian's role at most is the third in command of the Alliance.

Instead of scaring Duke away here, why not continue with his conspiracy that he thought was perfect?

Duke sensed that Kil'jaeden would obviously not appear, so the mobilization meeting could go on naturally.

"We cannot forget our hatred for each other. It is precisely because we cannot forget that we can more clearly feel the brutality and shamelessness of the Burning Legion, and point the swords in our hands at our real enemies - the demons of the Burning Legion!"

"We are about to razed this land that was almost completely occupied by demons. The only target left is Illidan Stormrage, the Burning Legion's greatest minion in this world! Only by defeating Illidan and recovering this tarnished glory and renamed the Black Temple can the common justice of our Alliance and the Horde be truly upheld."

"Warriors! Raise your weapons! Use our weapons to say no to these demons who are destroying our homes and trying to sever our bloodlines—"

Duke raised his fist high and shook it hard!

"Defeat Illidan, and then walk through the Dark Portal with your head held high. At that time, all the people of Azeroth will welcome your triumphant return—"

As Duke finished speaking, the entire plain was boiling.

Every soldier, regardless of age or race, shouted passionately.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" That was the orcs' battle cry.

"Woo-woo-woo--" That was the low, long cry of the cleft-hoofed bull's horn.

"Down with Illidan! Glory to the Alliance" These are the shouts of the Alliance warriors.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Even the naga who had just surrendered to the Alliance used their tridents to beat the water, creating waves of sound. They also remembered the glory of being the upper elves in the past, and also remembered Sargeras' ruthless abandonment of them.

Warriors of all races raised their weapons again and again, using their voices to make the strongest sound against the devil.

The morale is as high as a rainbow and the voice reaches the sky.

Almost everyone was venting their inner anger at the top of their lungs, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a lot of effort, the sound finally stopped. Duke raised his hands high and then closed them at the same time.

the Alliance immediately quieted down, and the Horde also calmed down after a while.

Duke said loudly: "In the name of the Allied Commander-in-Chief, I hereby formally announce that from now on, the attack will be on the Dark Temple!"

At this time, Varian stepped forward: "Vashj, come forward and listen to my orders."

With a huge water column rising from the ground as a backdrop, Vashj came to the platform with a beautiful longbow in hand, swaying her snake tail, and knelt down, saying, "Vashj, I am at your command."

Duke raised his head slightly and smiled faintly at Vashj: "First formation - Storm Naga! Your mission is to trap the Doom Walker."

"Yes, sir!"

Doom Walker - an enhanced version of the Legion's magic mecha.

Although the Alliance had been trying to deal with it in advance, it must have received an order from the Burning Legion's upper echelons. The Doomwalker retreated before the Alliance flooded Shadowmoon Valley, and since then, it has been guarding the gate of the Black Temple.

If you want to attack the Dark Temple, it is an obstacle that cannot be avoided.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to kill such a thick-skinned creature.

Because this guy hid in the Dark Temple, the entire temple inherited the magic defense system of the Temple of Karabor. In addition, the Dark Temple sent a whole team of wizards to cast spells similar to Protection from Arrows, so the protection against the shells was quite in place.

However, with the Storm Naga, the Alliance has a simpler solution - flood!

In order to launch this water attack, Vashj, with the cooperation of the dwarven craftsmen, had accumulated water for a long time. Finally, all the water could be poured out at once.

An extremely huge waterspout with a cross-section larger than a football field rose from the water surface at the farthest end of the east, accompanied by a huge roar that resounded through the sky, and suddenly moved towards the east.

In just a few minutes, it crossed a distance of five kilometers, passed through the huge passage between the Atama Platform in the north and the Karabor ruins in the south, and slammed into the huge mecha Doomsday Walker guarding the gate of the Dark Temple.

The evil Eredar warlocks cast a magic circle in an attempt to stop the horrific water tornado, and they did succeed in resisting the direct attack.

Unfortunately, from the very beginning, the Allied attack was not intended for direct destruction.

It was too much to take it for granted to destroy a legion's fortress with simple physical attacks.

Elements are also energy, and before the protective energy is exhausted, there won't be many opportunities for direct attacks. If you simply want to use magic or artillery to destroy the Black Temple, it will take forever, and maybe the entire Draenor will collapse before you have a chance to deal with it.

But no matter how powerful the Eredar warlocks are, they cannot make millions of tons of water suddenly disappear.

A flash of scarlet light passed by, and the magic shield covering the entire temple lasted less than two seconds under the huge water column before it shattered. What remained was more dependent on the temple's own magical protective spells.

Duke didn't expect that at all, all he wanted was to flood the main entrance of the Dark Temple with water and trap the super mechanical giant Doomsday Walker.

"Quarrel!" Outside the Dark Temple, Demon King Viclor cast a large-scale magic, turning the entire main entrance of the Dark Temple into a huge pile of paste.

The Eredar warlocks were completely helpless against the Alliance's unreasonable, low-cost war magic.

They are better at energy against energy, magic against magic. They are not good at changing the terrain to gain an advantage.

In order to prevent the Doomsday Walker from getting stuck in the quagmire, the best way to deal with it is to quickly solidify the ground, allowing the Doomsday Walker to regain freedom and even the advantage in mobility.

Unfortunately, these Eredar wizards are not good at earth magic in the nature department, nor do they know how to use large-scale frost magic to solidify the quagmire-like ground.

They just watched helplessly as the Doomsday Walker's body was mostly submerged by the surging muddy water.

Under the water west of Doomwalker, thirty-six high-level Naga priestesses surrounded Vashj. Their gills vibrated slightly, and strange spells sounded underwater, lingering on an ancient magic circle full of mystery.

Vashj in Naga form opened her eyes, and held six staffs in her six hands, with each staff head emitting brilliant light.

Even in this rather turbid water, the magical hexagram formed by the six rod heads still shines brightly in all directions.

"No - stop the traitor!" an eredar warlock leader screamed.

"No, the magic circle... seems to have been destroyed!" a warlock replied.

"What!?"

Any war-level magic circle occupies an extremely large area, which is the price that must be paid to increase the power of magic.

Most mature magic circles have gone through countless generations of modifications to become as concise as possible, so every magic rune on the circle has its irreplaceable role.

Heavily guarding the war magic circle has been an unchanging habit of the Burning Legion over the past 25,000 years.

Logically speaking, it's impossible for anyone to sneak in, unless it's... an invisible enemy.

"Hehehe!" A cruel laugh mixed with a sense of revenge attracted the attention of a group of demons.

A burly blue-skinned man appeared at the outermost end of the magic circle. He looked similar to the Eredar, with a few tentacle-like beards. Unlike the Eredar, whose facial features were still regular despite their evil appearance, his face was broken.

The uneven face seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid, the upper and lower jaws were even more protruding with monster-like teeth, and the eyes emitted a strange blue-green light.

All of a sudden, the leader of the Eredar warlocks recognized him and called out his name in shock and anger: "Vile Akama the Broken!"

If the Eredar hated the Draenei because they saw them as traitors, then their hatred for the Broken was even greater, because the Broken were Draenei with disfigured faces and partial loss of sanity.

In the eyes of the Eredar, this is the degraded product of a traitor.

This existence, which tarnishes the noble bloodline of the Eredar, should be completely eliminated from the world.

Akama was originally a Draenei Archbishop. Nearly thirty years ago, when he was fighting against the evil orcs, he was corroded by the poisonous fog in the explosion of Shattrath and became a Broken One. He lost the blessing of the Holy Light and was later influenced by Nobundo to learn shamanism.

The Ashtongue Deathsworn led by Akama had been fighting against the evil orcs led by Magtheridon in Outland for a long time. However, in this life, because Illidan gained Kil'jaeden's trust, he directly brought Magtheridon under his command, so Illidan did not help Akama and take him and his Broken men as his subordinates.

The only difference is that Illidan caught Akama once and proceeded to extract part of his soul to create the Shadow of Akama. Later, Akama used the Broken's racial talent of invisibility to escape.

500,000 troops attacked the Dark Temple. This kind of event could not be hidden from anyone. When Akama took the initiative to contact the Allies and hoped to help, Duke agreed.

Apparently, Akama did a good job. He used a small magic dagger given by Duke to temporarily paralyze the protective array of the Dark Temple.

Outside the temple, Duke narrowed his eyes and said, "Akama succeeded! Celega, it's up to you!"

Vashj smiled and said, "Don't worry!"

The six staffs on the six arms simultaneously shot out surges of magic power toward the front of the magic circle, giving the Eredar warlocks no time to react. Countless seaweed-like plants began to grow wildly under the water beneath the Doomsday Walker's feet.

One meter, ten meters, a hundred meters.

This strange seaweed not only has an extremely strong binding force, but also has thorns on it. As long as there is a small crack on the Doomsday Walker's body, the thorns will grow wildly into it.

At the same time, the bursts of yellow fluorescence emanating from the demonized seaweed provided the Alliance's bombardment fleet with a clear indicator!

"The feint troops open fire!" Brann waved his arm gently on the new flagship, Queen Elissa.

Immediately, the old warships, led by the Black Pearl, began to approach the Dark Temple at high speed and launched the most violent artillery bombardment on the main body of the temple.

The purpose of the onslaught was not to destroy, but to tie down the magical defenses that the Dark Temple might recover.

When Brann saw the last magic shield being blown up, he finally gave the order: "Royal Kiln Group, listen up! Target - Doomsday Walker."