If it were the past, Duke would have thought he was crazy.

Now he feels a bit like a gambler. He can obviously get out early, but he hopes to win everything back through a Jedi turnaround.

He suppressed more integrity, just to win and more recognition after defeating Medivh, and to get back his integrity.

I want to go deeper, but that's not the case at all.

The seemingly crazy behavior actually stems from a more heavy sense of responsibility.

Kardga died. The burden of fate that originally belonged to Kardga fell on Duke's shoulders.

The fate of the kingdom, the fate of mankind, and even the fate of the entire planet Azeroth were influenced by Duke's choice.

Indeed, Duke can not suppress his integrity and let Lothar's elite soldiers fight to death with the status quo. Although they have long put life and death aside, who can guarantee that they can win if they sacrifice? Who can guarantee that they will pass the chess level and that they will not have to sacrifice the next level?

Can Duke himself be worthy of their pair of scorching and trustworthy eyes?

Duke didn't know that he was standing at a junction with countless forks.

Countless people stop at this intersection that requires great courage. Because of the instinct in human nature, people often choose to protect themselves. Perhaps they choose to escape because of cowardice; perhaps they choose to sacrifice others without principles because of indifference; or they are arrogant and arrogant.

But before he knew it, Duke chose to follow his heart - he wanted to change this history and change the direction of the long river of destiny.

So, he took a step that he didn't even dare to imagine before...

Lothar has always been amazing intuition. As an orc, Garona has a very keen sense of feeling. The two of them noticed Duke's changes almost the first time.

Before this, a tragic atmosphere had spread across the team, and everyone was ready to sacrifice. But with the fluctuations of Duke's soul, everyone suddenly realized that there were many "companions" around them.

More than a thousand funny fishmen, holding extremely primitive weapons, roaring at the orcs opposite.

More than two hundred huge werewolfs with a height of more than two meters.

There are nearly a hundred Nagas, among which there is a female Naga priest.

"This is..." The elite soldiers of Losa were stunned by a sudden crowd of such a large group of monsters.

"Our reinforcements!" Dukeron laughed.

“Oh oh oh——”

"Hahaha!"

"Long live Mr. Marcus!"

"Victory! Victory--"

Morale suddenly rose.

However, Losa was surprised and then showed a faint sadness. He leaned close to Duke and asked in a low voice: "You paid the price of your soul?"

"The moral integrity is lost and then pick it up." Originally, Duke wanted to say this, but the words changed: "Everyone is ready to sacrifice for humanity. Just hide in a safe protection circle, right?"

"you……"

Looking at the orcs opposite, Duke's vision seemed to exceed this strange chess space, surpassing Karazan, and beyond the entire world: "If there really is one day when I fall into madness due to the loss of my soul, please destroy me with your own hands."

For some reason, Duke's smile looked so light and light, but it was so heavy as a mountain. Lothar suddenly found himself choking and patted Duke on the shoulder with one hand.

"Okay! If there was a day, I would do it myself. But I had the honor of returning to Stormwind City, and I would spend the rest of my life sculpting you a huge statue that people across the country can see in the Valley of Kings."

This is a man's promise, it is a hero's promise.

Duke suddenly realized that he had fully obtained the recognition of this epic hero Anduin Lothar.

A light smile appeared on his face, and Duke turned his head: "Let's clean up these guys first."

The comparison of the combat power of both sides is because Duke's soul recharge has changed. Duke exchanged for an increase in combat power at the cost of 5% of the joint operation, from an overwhelming disadvantage at the beginning, it has become a battle power of 45 to 55.

And this is just a simple digital improvement.

Duke can't count on how good these guys he killed can perform.

The wereggar Hog and his younger brother, plus the Gray Scale Naga Priest and a group of male Nagas, and more than a thousand unreliable fishmen. Such a sea and land combination is extremely unreliable.

Not only Duke saw it, but Lothar also saw it.

"Duke, are these guys under your control?"

"Well. I plan to let the fishman go up from the right first, and then the zodiac on the left."

Lothar was a soldier-knowing man. He immediately realized Duke's plan - to get involved left and right, and then break through the middle, giving the opponent a fatal blow.

“Good idea.”

"Yes, this damn death game ends with the death of the opponent's general."

On the black and white floor tiles, the fish people took their seemingly ridiculous steps and charged under the whipping of the Nagas.

The entire battlefield was full of fishmen, and even they themselves might not understand what it meant. They were covered in black and swept towards the orcs like huge waves. On the surface, they seemed to have the momentum of flooding the orcs' military formation in one breath.

However, it just looks.

The orcs standing in front formed a green wall.

The fishman who rushed in the front handed out their rough spears to the orc army. If there was no accident, he would stab the current orc's chest in three seconds.

Unfortunately, the most inexpensive thing in the world is accidents. They hit a wall of death composed of heavy weapons - they were like they really hit an invisible wall. The giant hammer or axe that hits their heads easily smash their simple weapons together with their ridiculous fish-shaped heads into pieces.

This terrifying destructive force made the impact of the entire fishman army stagnate. The fishman who saw this scene in front tried to retreat, while the fishman behind who was unknown for continued rushing forward, squeezing the space of his companions.

"Hahaha! Miscellaneous fishman! Die, die—" The violent chief guards opened their blood-stained mouths, full of fangs, and made a shocking roar while cutting melons and vegetables.

Often, every swing can smash the plural fishman into meat sauce or split into several pieces. The fishman is obviously stunned by the opponent's wild attack beyond imagination. The chaos is spreading rapidly. Hundreds of fishman collided into a ball in the center of the battlefield, and in a moment it becomes a mess.
Chapter completed!