The lonely city cannot be guarded.

Without support, unless you are destined to be massacred, the combat power of 100 will be maximized to 50.

It is different if there are reinforcements, and it is no problem to exert 200% of the combat power.

Duke is here.

It's really here! With nearly a thousand griffins.

Before the griffin arrived, Duke moved. A series of flashing lights appeared in the air. These lights were so short and coherent that they left a long and huge arc in people's vision, leading directly to the east gate of Lordaeron from the sky.

At this moment, Duke arrived at the time when the city of Lordaeron, where the core of the entire league is located.

"drink"

There was a loud noise in the sky, and Duke made a brilliant debut.

The water elements in the air gathered at high speed, and the water in the moat was rising. Just under the attention of tens of thousands of orcs and human warriors, Duke gathered a large amount of water and poured into the entire city gate hole in just a few seconds.

In just a moment, the city gate that had been opened was completely blocked by huge ice cubes.

"Orgrim! I want to capture Lordaeron City, have you asked me if I have it?" The huge shouting, through the magic amplification, directly penetrated the entire orc formation and went straight to the distance.

Standing high at the top of the city, Duke was wearing a mage robe and roaring in the bloody wind. The iconic mage's hands filled the entire East City Gate, and countless three-color frost and fire arcane missiles poured into the heads of every orc.

Lordaeron's soldiers were often fighting bloody moments before, but the next moment they were shocked to find that the fierce and powerful enemy in front of them had been blown away by the outrageously accurate magic.

Suddenly, with the East City Gate as the center, the orcs within two hundred meters left and right were empty.

After a brief moment of daze, the entire city wall immediately burst into thunderous cheers!

"Long live the alliance!"

"Long live Mr. Marcus!"

"God bless Lordaeron!"

At this time, Alsace, who was retreating to the palace under the cover of the Wang family guards, suddenly realized that the situation behind him had changed.

At the end of the long street, the city gate was blocked by a huge translucent white ice cube. Alsace turned around and happened to see the tribe that had just rushed into the city being killed instantly by gorgeous magic.

Countless white mage hands poured magic rain down in the air. Only the legendary deputy commander of the alliance, Duke Marcus, who inherited the name of his master, the god of death, was the God of Death.

Looking at the extremely gorgeous magic kills, and looking at the dwarf griffon knights who hovered over the city walls and kept using the thunder hammer to kill the tribe, Arthas suddenly felt absurd and wouldn't have run away if he had known.

The griffin flew towards the tower near the city wall. When it almost hovered, the agile elf ranger jumped off the griffin's back and stood on the tower, pouring rain of arrows out of the city.

The extraordinary arrow skills of the elf ranger were fully revealed at this moment. They could shoot arrows with long parabolas with their senses, and with the help of the tower, they expanded their range to two hundred meters away.

The griffin knights who flew back to the battlefield did not use their usual tricks to let the griffin dive and kill the orcs, but instead left behind a large number of strange-shaped metal creatures.

These large bombs produced by goblins have higher lethality than iron grenades. Once the shell is broken by impact, a violent explosion will immediately occur.

There was a roar on the battlefield, with corpses and broken limbs blown away by bomb explosions everywhere.

In the distance, Orgrim, who saw this scene, looked ashen again.

Duke is definitely the only one who can make the chieftain's brown-red face fall into a gray color again and again.

"Duke Marcus"

For Orgrim, for the entire tribe, this name almost became a nightmare, no, not a nightmare, this has been upgraded to a terrifying existence at the curse level.

Time and time.

Once.

Whenever a tribe sees the hope of a complete victory, there is always Duke or Duke's creation to prevent the tribe from achieving complete victory. Duke cannot leave his incarnation in every corner of the world like a legendary god.

But in every battlefield, there are legends about Duke.

His strategy, his commander, his strange but effective mechanical creations he created, almost every time he suppressed the tribe's offensive.

Orgrim couldn't help but wonder if God sent Duke to deal with their tribe!

If there is no Duke, the tribe has conquered half of the Azeroth world.

On the other side, on the balcony of the high tower of the palace, the maids who had just exclaimed were silent. The guards of the Wang family standing beside him were stunned. Everyone was stunned and looked at Princess Caria who was shouting on the balcony!

"The Holy Light is above! It's Duke! Oh my hero! He's here to save me! He's here to save the entire Lordaeron City! Duke! Duke! Duke" laughed and shouted, Princess Caria, who is usually gentle and virtuous, and dignified as the model of the entire Lordaeron lady, was now venting her grievances and fears in her heart.

Every girl has the dream of a prince charming.

The brutal orcs are coming.

When the father is gone...

When there is no minister or general around you who is reliable...

When even his young brother could not stop the enemy from invading...

When I was already pessimistic and desperate, I was about to die for my country...

Duke is here.

Riding on a pure white griffin.

Beautiful, mighty, and full of legendary griffin.

As she prayed and expected, Duke came at the most critical moment.

As the Savior, he saved the city of Lordaeron with his supreme magic.

Carlia could not describe her inner ecstasy and excitement. She only knew that the fanatical worship had ignited every cell in her body. She only knew that her soul would only imprint Duke's name from then on.

She kept shouting Duke's name loudly, like a crazy believer who worships gods, willing to burn his life for him...

After slightly repelling the tribe, Duke flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Prince Alsace, who was stunned and stunned.

The guards instinctively posed for combat, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Duke's alliance emblem.

"Is it His Highness Arthas Minaihill? I am Duke Marcus, the deputy commander of the league."

Alsace originally wanted to take a closer look. This alliance legend who looked a little shorter than him and was a few years older than him. But he knew that the military situation was urgent and hurriedly said: "I am Alsace. Does your Excellency the Deputy Commander have any instructions?"
Chapter completed!