From the very beginning, Duke knew that Orgrim's focus was not on the naval battle itself. Whether it was winning or losing, as long as more than 60% of the transport ships successfully arrived at the landing site, it would be the victory of the orcs.

More than 80% are a crushing victory.

From the medium and long distances of the horizon to the horizontal line, Duke could clearly see that the tribe's transport ships almost filled the entire sea surface. The number was so large that it was tingling.

He ignored the sea war here at all, and the transport ship moved at high speed from north to north. Every orc in the ship was paddling hard, as if he wanted to vent all his energy on the sea.

After receiving a warning from the system elves, Duke placed his sight on an orc warship.

He quickly issued several orders:

"Wara, let your people use drills to get the orc warships, and I want these garbage piles to sink into the sea and turn into coral reefs."

"Mogor, after packing up those sword saints, you go and attack the orcs' transport ships."

Duke turned to Fareville: "Don't worry about Dalin, nor about your position in the league. As I promised, as long as you fight this battle, you and your fleet will be directly under the Storm Kingdom."

A so-called duke who has left his kingdom and has only nominal noble status and has become a pirate, of course, cannot be compared with the popular fan of Duke, the alliance. Farreville bowed deeply, but no one noticed that Farreville had a slight painful twitch on his face.

The second, fourth fleet of Kurtiras, the original Storm Kingdom fleet, plus the Blood Sail fleet, these fleets sailed northeast at high speed. They wanted to send more orcs to the seabed to feed fish as much as possible when the orcs had no power to fight back.

Duke jumped out of the ship, and the turbulent sea water instantly frozen under his feet. This time, there was no need to save 50,000 soldiers from the Storm Kingdom, and Duke did not waste his mana, and only kept the ice within a diameter range of less than fifty meters.

As the waves surged, Duke also rose and fell along the ice cubes. Of course, Duke was indeed approaching a huge orc warship in his field of view.

At this time, several huge figures appeared.

Duke narrowed his eyes.

Two demon guards holding giant weapons, two more huge Doomsday guards, these four demons lined up, surrounded by orc warlocks in the middle floating on the sea.

"Haha! Hello, human mage, I am the warlock of the Lokama Sharp Tooth. The Storm Plunder clan." The old and hunchbacked orc stroked his left hand with his left hand and saluted Duke.

Duke frowned, and indeed the progress of the world had been disrupted by him. Lokama Litchi is indeed a well-known and powerful man. Before Gul'dan was deceived by Medivh into a coma, he was the informal leader among the Shadow Council warlocks with the second only to Gul'dan.

The problem is that in normal history, this old warlock... was killed by Gul'dan as a test piece for creating the Death Knight.

Why is he still alive?

And it's so strong!

It seemed that he was disgusting that the waves were too turbulent, and a black terrifying dark aura spread out from him. The huge waves were completely separated within a radius of 200 meters centered on him and Duke. It was clearly the sea, but the water surface was as calm as the calm lake.

Countless fish and shrimps that had no time to hide lost their lives in the power of darkness and floated onto the water.

More than ten portals open next to Lokama.

More demons are coming out.

There are more than one hundred little ghosts, dozens of burly Void Walkers, twenty succubus dressed up in charming style, and ten demon hunters. Of course, the most powerful one is the Demon Guard. It is estimated that there are more than 200, and it is still increasing.

This is simply a small demon army.

The strength of a demon warrior specializing in the demon system can be exaggerated to this extent?

It should be said that he is worthy of being the No. 2 strongman of the Shadow Council?

The ice under his feet continued to stretch forward, Duke continued to walk slowly and replied loudly.

"Duke Marcus!"

Fame is such a thing.

No matter how noble you are, you won’t be able to miss you if you don’t know.

Once you have become famous all over the world, whether it is a reputation or a bad reputation, then your name is your business card.

Report a name, so all comments will appear in the other person's mind.

Not many orcs will know the name of the king of the seven kings of the Human Alliance, even if there are countless orcs already scattering wildly on the ruins of Stormwind City.

Perhaps many orcs remember that they killed Lothar, who had killed the former chief of the great chief, but the only one human being who is truly well-known to the entire tribe is that he is the destroyer of more than 200,000 orcs, the apostle of the flames in the eyes of the orcs, and the most insidious and cunning demon king - Duke Marcus.

In Lokama's throat, a grunt came out, and then there was a demonic scream that was neither human nor beast.

"Wow, ahhhhhhhhhh--"

A large amount of dark aura ejaculated from the gap between the bone spurs and muscles on his back, and then Lokama took out a bloody and terrifying necklace from the space storage props and put it on his neck.

Duke's pupils suddenly shrank, and the muscles on his face were twitching with uncontrollable anger.

It's very simple. Every "bead" on the necklace is a shrinking head - the head of the mage of the Storm Wang Family Mage Group.

There is no deep friendship, and most people are just nodding to Duke, but each of them has ever had the same identity as Duke.

Using their heads to make forbidden magic props is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the entire Storm Kingdom and even the entire alliance.

"Ba! Ba!" Although he was not attacked, Duke felt like he was slapped on his face, and his whole face was burning and stinging.

"Hahaha! Are you angry? Are you unwilling to give up? No problem, you will soon become one of them. Since fighting with you human mages, it will be the lucky day for our warlocks. As long as you condense some of your magic circuits into your head and make them special, you can increase our spell casting ability exponentially. Hahahahaha!"

Lokama raised her hand while laughing wildly.

Ten of the largest portals appeared, ten with huge demon wings behind them, and terrifying yellow-skinned demons with a size of more than six meters crossed the portal and stared at Duke fiercely and evilly.

Duke suddenly raised his head.

"I never like to torture the souls of my defeated generals, but for you, I decided to make an exception!"
Chapter completed!