Grom Hellscream opened his eyes as big as a copper bell, and his blood-filled eyes were full of disbelief.

Unlike other rude orcs, Grom was born into the Fire Blade clan, which emphasizes the most skill, will and thoughts. This clan that is rich in swordsmanship is different from most orcs in its entire combat philosophy.

Grom clearly knew that his absolute confidence was taken wrongly.

A slight difference can lead to a thousand miles of mistakes.

The slight deviation was accumulating, and the magical combo was passed back from his [Blood Roar] that was connected to his soul.

Originally, even if there was a 10-foot-thick city wall blocking the front, Grom was confident of breaking it through and finally slashed the axe on the back of the enemy.

He miscalculated.

He, the mysterious human wizard he had never met, had amazing skills that made him amazed.

Even if he just witnessed it from a distance, he could understand what Duke did just now.

An axe that was enough to cut the mountain and cut the ground was like cutting countless layers of paper. Each layer of paper slightly weakened the power of the axe. Little by little, it was like a drop of water passing through a stone.

However, Duke's approach is more extreme and is many times more accurate.

A three-digit intermediate spell combo makes a destined attack, resulting in an offset.

"Oh!" A long sigh emanated from the corner of Grom's hellscream's mouth. The sigh was inaudible and almost illusory.

He never lost confidence, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness. In order to win, he injected the will of the whole clan into the [Blood Roar], and felt that this almost forced the cause and effect of fate. However, the other party brought fate back to the original trajectory with great ease, just like water flowing to the low place, the sun always rises after the long night, and the year is divided into four seasons and cycles...

If you say you will definitely win this axe, you won’t count. If I don’t win, it means you won’t win!

As countless orcs looked up, the famous [Blood Roar] eventually deviated from its original trajectory and wiped it from less than half a meter away from Duke.

Several bird hairs fell under Duke's body, and Daniel was so scared that he was about to pee. However, he did not cause any real loss to this hateful destroyer Duke Marcus.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" The griffin flew higher and higher, and after a few efforts, it had already rushed into the sky, turning into a small black dot that was almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving only a string of wanton and arrogant laughter from a bitter orc.

Almost every orc has a dark face.

Maybe it was smoked, or it was simply a dark face.

Such a shocking explosion occurred a thousand meters away, with flames, thick smoke, and clearly audible howls. The human defenders on the walls outside Storm City could not hear or see them. That would be a ghost.

Looking at the griffin that had fallen from the clouds again, looking at Duke's iconic mage robe on the griffin, the defenders couldn't help but cheer deafeningly.

"Good job! Earl of Marcus!"

"Fuck those green skins to death!"

"Burn and burn it! It's better if you burn it all!"

"You are our patron saint, Your Excellency Marcus"

Duke asked Daniel to ride the griffin and slowly fly over the outer wall, and each time he raised his hand, it aroused a louder cheer.

Lothar flew over with a small team of griffon knights.

This male god Azeroth, who is getting more and more handsome as he gets older, has a wavy black hair fluttering in the wind. Before he can even lean over, he hears his loud laughter like a lion's roar.

"Hahaha! Duke, good job!"

"Hi! I almost threw my life there. Several chiefs of the tribe probably hated me."

"It's okay! Even if you're really stuck there, I'm sure to take someone to rescue you."

Seeing Lothara's plate on the griffin's butt and there was a hemp rope with a slipknot, Duke rolled his eyes: You Lothara is actually serious. At that time, will you play rope like a Western cowboy, and hang my neck and pull me up?

"Tsk! If it weren't for you, Ryan wouldn't allow me to dispatch all the griffin knights."

Duke's heart suddenly felt warm.

A row of griffins flew to the inner wall of Stormwind City, near the flying point to the east. Giffins spread their huge wings and began to slow down, flapping a few times, and their sharp claws made sharp sounds on the thick hay.

The griffin had not stopped yet, and Lothar had already skillfully turned over.

But there was a man who came to Storm King Ryan faster than Lothar.

"What is the result?" Ryan asked impatiently.

"It's okay, the orcs will get out for the time being."

"Are you sure?" Ryan had an undisguised surprise on his face.

"Of course!" Duke's voice raised octave: "Not only did I burn out most of their tents, but I also added some seasoning to their only water source."

"Sumes?"

At almost the same time, the tribe chief's black hand was almost ready to change his name to be a black face.

"Report, the water source was poisoned?"

"It's poisoned? How do you poison live water?" Kilrog, who was angry next to him, asked the black-handed captain.

"I don't know. But the water flowing down the mountain is green. My people have personally confirmed that the livestock died after drinking it. Someone saw Naga in the water. It should be Naga from the human side who was poisoned."

"Isn't there any water to stop me?" Orgrim asked.

"I was blown up by that human wizard. It was too messy just now, and no one noticed it."

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

At first, the Elvin forest was filled with fishmen and Naga along the river and attacked orc laborers who flew into water. But Orgrim had an idea, which was to build a rough river dam that prevented Naga and Naga and Naga from entering.

After several attempts to get ashore and bypass the dam and then go into the water, and ambushed by orcs, Naga is hardly visible in the Elvin Forest.

Unexpectedly, Duke was attacked by a sneak attack and directly put Naga in.

Now, all the big trees that can be enjoyed with the coolness were burned by Duke, and the only source of water was actually polluted.

This is not tens of thousands of people, and the number of people is small, maybe you can still dig deep wells slowly.

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

It is true that orcs are very brave warriors, but they are not undead, and they also need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. Without water, this is definitely a very serious problem.

The black hand was very violent. He had not completely lost his mind. The word slurped in his throat for several rounds before popping out of his teeth: "Retreat!"

Over there, the intense sounds of the city gates were deafening and spread throughout Stormwind City.

Every military and civilian in the city raised their heads a little confusedly and looked at the outer wall in confusion.

Soon, a messenger immediately ran away and shouted:
Chapter completed!