Everyone at the scene knew the weight of the head of the chief in Lotha's hand.

If King Ryan was captured in the capital like this and ran to Nanhai Town in shame, no matter how many troops he saved or how many people he protected escaped, Ryan would still be a useless king of the country in front of the kings of the other six kings.

This huge shame will accompany Ryan throughout his life and will even harm the young Varian.

Even if Ryan was assassinated and died in "history", he was still the king of the country and the hero in the hearts of the people. Even if Rosa and Varian were rolled around, no one would talk about Ryan's death.

In this life, Ryan survived with Duke's efforts. Since Duke saved Ryan from Garona's assassination, he would not let Ryan die in battle for his reputation. If Ryan died, Storm Kingdom would lose his backbone.

The situation is completely different now.

The head of the chief and the battle flag of the tribe Lothar that the guards picked up by the guards are enough to prove that Ryan is still honored even though he is defeated!

The battle flag full of large beasts' teeth ornaments can be seen as unique.

Even if they lose, even if they lose the royal city, every Stormman can still stand out and say to anyone, 'Our great hero, Lossa, cut off the head of the tribe's chief'.

However, everything is dominated by Duke.

Without Duke, the "orcs", no one would have thought that he could use this method to lure the chief out.

Even the most picky person can only give Duke a thumbs up.

Lothar is indeed a hero, and he can still kill the Chief Black Hand with such a huge difference in strength and speed. Everyone knows that Duke is the real hero.

"Give me your head." Duke waved.

While running, Losa threw the black hand's head to Duke.

"Quick!" Duke waved his hand, and the extremely cold aura instantly surrounded the head of the chief who was spinning in the air. The next moment, the mage's hand had already caught the black hand's head frozen in the fully transparent ice.

To carry such a heavy task at the enemy's leader, there are naturally guards below to do it.

"You go first with your head and battle flags, and I will take the first team to break the rear." Losa did not relax his vigilance, and replaced it with a shield, leading the troops to retreat cautiously. In fact, Losa was also worried too much. The orcs had already formed a group of their own people, and there was no orc who had the time to deal with these neatly retreated humans.

At the dock, General Tom Simos was anxious. When he saw Ryan's battle flag and the royal guards appear at the gate of the city on Storm Harbor, he hurriedly led his army to meet him.

"Your Majesty, your safety is more important than anything else." General Simos was so excited that he almost burst into tears.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now, there are only two steps left." Ryan, with golden armor and golden armor, stared at the guard team carrying the head of the chief and rushing towards him with the tribal battle flag, with clear excitement in his eyes.

Kill the general and seize the flag!

If it weren't for Duke, I would probably have died here for my country.

Ryan's chest was filled with infinite gratitude for Duke. Thinking about the nobles who escaped with their property when the disaster came, Duke's name had become sacred in Ryan's heart.

Over there, when the broken rear troops led by Lothar almost withdrew from the church square, Duke finally launched a backup plan.

"Ambro Liza Magarovs..." It was a long spell. As the sound of Duke's spell sounded, Lothar clearly felt something was changing in the air.

Countless mysterious magic runes appeared at Duke's feet, rippling like ripples, spreading in all directions.

Seeing Duke stop chanting the spell and the magic fluctuations around him calmed down, Rosa couldn't help but ask: "What did you do? If you want to burn Stormwind City, there is no need for such an exaggerated magic array?"

Duke smiled mysteriously: "You will know soon."

At the same time, everyone of the Black Stone clan orcs who were fighting each other felt a terrified heart.

It's like when a disaster comes, even mice will run away, it's purely an animal's instinct.

At this moment, in all the blocks of Stormwind City, every orc, no matter what he was doing, forcibly interrupted his movements. The earth under his feet came a sense of shock that made them extremely frightened.

Once in the largest church in Stormwind, accompanied by the sound of bells, the uniform sound of the pastors' evening prayers echoed in the night hall every night.

With Stormwind City being attacked, the bell of evening prayer has not sounded for a long time. Every pastor is using divine healing techniques to heal the injured and soothe every fearless soul with their kind voice.

However, in this minute and second, the church bell that has not sounded in the night for a long time

Three shorts! Three longs! Three shorts! Three shorts!

This is the sign of the agreement!

The suicide squad members who had already given up their hope of escaping and knew they would die quickly. They might have crawled out of the abandoned attic, the unattractive closet, or the secret basement, dragged their broken bodies and crawled out with their broken bodies.

Light the torch with a flint and throw it onto every pre-prepared ignition object.

Either a pile of firewood that had been poured on tinder oil, or a pile of whale fat that had accumulated in the corner, or a cubicle full of dry straw.

More importantly, in the hot summer, brick and wood houses combined with a large amount of flammable products that have been prepared long ago make setting fire very easy.

More than a thousand fires were ignited in storage banks, exchanges, houses, shops, noble houses, various government agencies, hotels, and all important and unimportant facilities.

At the beginning, the orcs that had already dispersed did not care about the fire.

Burning, killing, looting, is absolutely common for any big city that has been captured. A few years ago, when the orcs captured Shatas, they did the same thing with the Draenei city.

Moreover, the orcs are not interested in human houses at all. What they prefer is their own tents.

Not to mention the awareness of extinguishing fires, the orcs didn't even want to run out to take a look.

But soon, they found out that they were wrong.

The fire broke out. A fear that had only experienced not long ago surged into their hearts again. They suddenly remembered the scene of Duke burning most of the tribal camp alone.

The blazing fire, which could be called the flames of hell, killed more than 10,000 compatriots in the orcs. They began to run out, trying to put out the fire with various means, but it was too late, and the fire had already spread everywhere unscrupulously.
Chapter completed!