"Of course you have to remember me, because I will be your nightmare!"

Duke said in the orc language with a straight orc, and it was still echoing in Orgrim's ears. It was like a mockery, or a nightmare that could never be escaped.

The Great Chief Black Hand came to Orgrim with his guards, and the Black Hand roared: "Do you know that human mage!?"

"Of course! It was this Duke Marcus who repelled my men's raid! I had already reached the front of the throne of the Great Human Chief!"

Black Hand's muscles twitched. Of course, he knew that the best way to deal with the caster was to find a stronger caster. But he had no choice. The orders from the Shadow Council were still not cut off, but he couldn't even find a warlock.

He rudely clasped Orgrim's shoulder-plate, pulled Orgrim's body over. The black hand roared, while flying saliva onto Orgrim's face, he gave a death order: "Now is the time for you to wash away the shame! My adjutant! In order to prevent you from escaping, the dead eyes will stare at you! Go."

Orgrim's facial muscles were spasming like an electric shock, and the word "shamed" deeply stimulated Orgrim's nerves.

He did not argue. In the eyes of orcs, failure is failure. Failure is indisputable.

The Chief did not execute him immediately because of this, which was already kind. Although there was still deep fury gathered because of the death of his friend Durotan, he knew very well that this was not the time to challenge the Chief's black hand.

"Come with me!" Orgrim raised his hand, and the orc elite affiliated with him suddenly rushed to the hill not far from Mingjing Lake like a brutal torrent of killing.

Next to the elite Black Stone clan led by Orgrim, there was a powerful army running side by side with Orgrim's men.

That was the elite of the Blood Ring Clan that Kilrog had fucked the dead eyes.

The Blood Ring Clan, once the most powerful clan in the tribe, still has an astonishing number of people and powerful combat power.

Unfortunately, they encountered Duke without warlock.

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

Duke in the morning light shone with a golden light all over his body, and behind him was a lion flag of the Storm Kingdom.

Duke stood on the top of the hill, looking down at the thousands of orcs "climbing" over like ants.

"Hahaha! Daniel, carry the flag for me. I want these guys to know that Storm Kingdom is not easy to mess with. Hahaha!" Duke's crazy laughter came into Daniel's ears, who was responsible for carrying the flag behind him.

Before he knew it, Daniel also became ambitious.

I often hear Duke in my ears how awesome Duke is. I haven't seen it before, and I don't feel so real.

How many orcs are there below?

At least tens of thousands, this is a force that is enough to destroy the entire kingdom.

But can Duke face it so proudly?

Looking at Duke, who was bathed in the morning light and looked glorious, Daniel was infatuated with a moment. It was an almost fanatical hero worship.

Duke? A general who is on the battlefield?

No! It has long surpassed the general's scope to shake the army of tens of thousands of terrifying orcs with one's own strength.

If you have to let Daniel, who has a simple mind, think of an adjective, that is... God!

The patron saint who protects the entire kingdom!

At the foot of the mountain, the orc warriors had the honor of encountering a human mage who had no suppression of his own warlocks and had full firepower on the battlefield of Elvin Forest for the first time. Once the huge fireball was hit, it immediately released all the energy contained therein. The terrifying impact force easily lifted the turf and exploded the roots of the tree, and the sputtered flames spread directly on the orc warriors.

Fear of flames is the instinct of most creatures.

Not every warrior can easily conquer and cross the burning and scorching sensation that exceeds the limit of the body's tolerance.

Thirty-six huge flame magic circles, almost uninterruptedly tilting fireballs the size of water tanks. This is a flame storm that is even more meteor fire rain than meteor fire rain.

Many orc warriors were blown into the sky by fireballs, and they fell down and wailed a few times before being swallowed by the flames. In a short while, they turned into corpses with disgusting and burnt smell.

The explosion of fire kept shining, and Daniel behind Duke couldn't help but squint his eyes. Not far from his horizon, although many orcs were burned to death, more orcs had entered the final charge, and their lines spread out into an arc, neither dense nor too sparsely surrounding Duke.

Of course, there are already forty-degree tilted mountain roads that slow down their speed slightly. However, for orcs who climb mountains as relaxed as eating and drinking water, this is not a big problem.

Their attack speed was hardly slowed down.

"Cover your ears!" Duke said suddenly.

Daniel did as he said.

The next moment, a long river of flames suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, separating the subsequent orcs' entry.

Then, a continuous explosion sounded.

It was the shells that Duke had scattered on the hills before the morning. For this reason, it was not impossible to exhaust the few griffins in the Storm Kingdom. Because the tribe found a new direction for siege, all the cannons placed at the main gate of Storm City lost their meaning.

With the tight transportation capacity, these shells could not be taken away, so Duke simply made fun of him.

As soon as he stepped on the hillside, the shells detonated by the fire continued to explode at the feet of the orc warriors, and pillars of fire mixed with mud were raised. The heroic and determined faces continued to fall in the flash of the explosion, while the orcs who were in a rage continued to advance towards the top of the mountain through their companions' bodies.

They are still nearly 200 meters away from Duke. At this distance, the orcs have no choice but to Duke.

But Duke was able to control the elements of the entire sky around him, without any scruples to open up the magic circuit of the Aurora Fire and pour the magic onto the hills.

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

Even the lowest-level fireball technique caused was quite amazing. The bursting fireball almost overturned the ground. On the originally lush hills of Mingjing Lake, every branch was broken by the hot air waves, and the broken branches kept flying down and then flew away.

Among the Black Stone clan and the Blood Ring clan that rushed up the hill, flags that symbolized glory and power were falling.

The great chieftain's black hand at the foot of the mountain made his eyes straight.

"This is impossible!"

In contrast, the soldiers of Stormwind City who burst into cheers like thunder after seeing the blazing fire and hearing the screams of orcs. Every soldier on the top of the city showed an expression of ecstasy.
Chapter completed!