Yes! That's Duke Marcus!

Perhaps he is not him, nor is he, but Duke's role in the league is definitely above those two.

If he is killed, he will definitely be able to curb the league's offensive.

Without this super genius commander with a strange mind, the alliance is just a group of old-fashioned people who can fight conventional wars. Baron Gadon, the servant of King of Fire, retreated. Before retreating, the news from the flame was that "The Red Dragon Queen Alextasa vowed that unless the King of Fire endangered the security of the world, he would never invade the territory of the King of Fire in the future.'.

This gave Orgrim a new look at hope.

Without Duke, Orgrim could have defended Blackstone Mountain to the death. When he defended Blackstone Fortress with a small number of tribes, he could free up his main force and counterattack the Elvin Forest, and drove the humans of the Storm Kingdom into the sea for the second time. As long as he survived until winter, the tribe would be able to breathe, and at least half of the territory of the southern continent could still be in contact with other chiefs of the tribe.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is skinny.

Duke discovered Orgrim's intention. Even though he was hundreds of meters apart, Duke still smiled at Orgrim and made a gesture of worship.

duel?

My wife, my magic circuit is broken now, and my muscles are tingling when I touch a finger. Do you tell me to duel with an angry warrior boss?

That's really a hehehe.

Of course, Duke didn't even shook Orgrim.

All the arrangements were arranged. Now behind him were Muladin's bronze beards holding two shields to cover Duke, and the front of the car was Magni, a fierce man holding two big axes to command. On the tank top cover, there were also three Wind Walker sisters, a total of six white ****s, swaying around Duke (actually, they were shooting the tribe hard).

If Duke stops the rush and goes back to fight Orgrim, then Duke will be crazy.

At first, Orgrim felt as if he had given up on the front line and rushed back for about a minute to reach Duke.

What's ridiculous is that when he wanted to rush, the tank under Duke had accelerated. Obviously, the tank driver was also driving without a license, and rushed along the way. Without knowing how many orcs they had knocked away and knocked them open, he still rushed forty kilometers per hour.

This is an incredible speed for a steam tank. Of course, the boiler will burn something back, which is another matter.

Just as Orgrim was stunned, the tank Duke was sitting on left and took the tank regiment to the right wing that was still relatively complete in the tribe.

Orgrim had no choice but to look back, and he looked at everything in front of him in despair.

The tribe was originally in a good situation, but now it has changed from a defeat to a fierce battle. In Orgrim's vision, the difficult front has become intertwined.

Although several attacks initiated by the chief and the veterans of the tribe almost defeated the human front, the strong will of human soldiers completely overturned the imagination of every tribe warrior of humanity since the war started. The desperate attacks of the right-wing orcs once successfully broke a huge gap in the square formation. However, the Dalaran soldiers, who had always had little fighting will, unexpectedly burst out with the maximum bloodiness.

If it were before, they would cry and shout and scatter, and the orcs could chase them like ducks. Now it is completely different. Human soldiers will quickly form smaller round formations nearby to continue to resist. If it really doesn't work, they will use all methods to launch a counterattack against the orcs. If the sword is broken, they will smash it with a shield, and if the shield is broken, they will pull out the sword to stab it. If the sword is gone, they will pick up the weapons of the dead robe. If they can't pick it up, they will dare to wave their fists and rush up even if they know they are dead.

The attack was resolved several times at the last moment, leaving the orc army on the right wing for a long time without any progress. The battle went on extremely tragic, and the blood even dyed the dirty black soil bright red.

"Soul!" The alliance's spearheader came back, and the spearheader who had once again mustered up the courage, almost hitting the rear of the shield swordsman, and threw the orcs into the orcs at no more than twenty meters above the front line.

"Huh Huh!" The ffff flamethrower team also came. Under the guidance of some experienced commanders, they gave up attacking the orcs of the Black Stone clan and turned to the new and tender green skins.

Orgrim gasped, but his heart was cold.

The sharp spear began to cover the sky and the sun, and more orc blood began to be added to the black earth. Uncounted orcs waved their weapons and rushed past their great chiefs.

However, Orgrim soon heard the sound of his ears, countless screams of despair or anger. He seemed to want to stop the tribe from sliding down into the abyss of failure, but he found that doing so was useless.

"Great Chief! No! Something must be done!?" Lexus killed an alliance warrior with an axe and rushed over. He had no beast war pet around him.

Orgrim stared at the orc who helped him with Duke's ultimate move in Grimbato. Kashderak was dead. Lexus relied on his ogre bloodline and supported himself with his strong body. Now, Lexus, who saved his life, was his personal guard captain.

Orgrim smiled: "Yes, we have to do something."

The tribe that has been repeatedly weakened is like a broken wall, blocking all the light and all hope. Yes, the initial massacre policy implemented by the tribe was the tomb dug for itself. Perhaps it is okay to defeat the single race of the Delaney people, but facing this broader and more multiracial Azeroth, this is seeking death.

Orgrim has been striving for change and walking out a way that can allow the tribe to survive and reproduce better. In the haze, Orgrim seemed to see the light of the morning light passing through the dark wall and emerge from the hole in the decaying wall.

He wanted to see the scenery behind the wall, but before that, whether he was pressed under the collapsed wall and died, or pushed down the wall, saw a more beautiful scenery and ushered in a more perfect new life, it was up to his last try.

who!?

Who else can help the tribe turn the tables?

Suddenly, Orgrim saw a team of knights rushing into the battlefield.

With a blue gold edge, a spear flag painted on the head of a lion, it is so dazzling that Orgrim will never forget this flag - the golden lion flag of the Storm Kingdom.

The Kingdom of Storm, that was the first kingdom conquered by orcs after they came to this world.
Chapter completed!