Stormwind God

The crowd involuntarily raised a greater commotion, and the black flames of the distant fire rose into the air, even if it was clearly seen across the high city walls.

Originally, everyone did not know that it was Duke who was setting fire, and Zhuan Lingbing said that the crowd immediately changed from commotion to boiling!

"Long live the Storm Kingdom!"

"Long live Her Majesty!"

"Long live His Excellency Marcus"

The people are simple and simple. Who can bring them a safe and happy life, who is their heaven, their god. Since the beginning of the Dark Gate War, the Kingdom has been defeated on all fronts.

Redridge Mountain fell.

Half of the twilight forest fell.

Not long ago, the entire core of the kingdom's most proud of the Elwynn Forest fell into the hands of the cruel and terrible orcs.

The most unbearable thing was that the green-skinned devil smashed into the city yesterday.

People's hearts are disturbed, and people unknowingly lose their trust in the king and even the whole kingdom.

It was at this time that the news of Duke's victory came suddenly, and Ruo Qingquan washed away the haze in people's hearts. This timely victory was tantamount to a heart-strengthening agent, and it restored the confidence of the military and civilians.

The Horde evacuated, even if it was temporary, which slightly moved the sword of Damocles over his head. This is the way people are, although vaguely knowing that they are still wandering near the gates of hell, the threat will not be so obvious as long as they are not seen in person.

Neptune Duke.

Hero Duke!

The new guardian of the kingdom, Duke!

Duke Marcus's reputation is spreading wildly in various ways. In the next few days, Duke rode a gryphon to set fire to Elwynn Forest.

A magnificent sky mage went to be an arsonist.

This is an incredible thing for a self-proclaimed noble mage. There have been opposing voices, but in the face of the amazing results, they soon disappeared.

In the end, Duke received the absolute support of the King.

In the second place, now that the Masters of the Royal Family have withered their talents, the only Morning Star Master is only the guard of the king, and Duke appeared as a hero to kill Sargeras. four.

Duke's arson was effective.

Summer is hot, the word is not a lie. The dry forest is almost at a point. A few fireballs in the upwind direction is a forest fire that can hardly be extinguished.

Had it not been for Orgrim's proposal to have the orcs 'clan emergency preparedness, the orcs' losses would have been even worse.

Duke was so fierce that he came to a burning forest, which Orgrim had never expected. The thick smoke from the continuous fire field covered the sky, and almost the entire forest turned into a flame hell.

Except for areas where trees had been cleared for a long time, or lakes and rivers in Elwynn Forest, all trees were burned by Duke.

The problem that followed was to drive the tribal chiefs almost crazy.

"We don't have any food." Orgrim spoke first at a tribal chieftain meeting.

Horde warriors fight three humans one on the battlefield. The same goes for appetite.

The manic orcs are not the soft, weak humans in their eyes, they can live on bread. To maintain that burly physique, a large amount of meat is essential.

Tribal hunters go deep into the forest every day to kill large numbers of animals. Unlike Draenor, the orc's hometown, there are not many large or even large creatures in Elwynn Forest. What wild boars, wolves, and even the captured mermaids have all become orcs' Chinese food.

Any creature larger than a squirrel in the forest was almost killed.

I did n’t feel it when the territory was expanding rapidly. Now the offensive is stagnation and it is suddenly set on fire. Only those guys with 99% of muscle in their mind realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Aren't the hard workers learning to raise pigs?" The black hand asked in a sigh of breath.

"Pigs don't grow up in a day." Orgrim didn't think of black hands, but now he only feels that such a chief warrior on the tribe is riding a giant wolf rushing to hell.

All the chiefs set their eyes on the black chief's face and asked him to take his idea.

As the first chief of the tribe, the black hand was not a very good character. Perhaps, Gul'dan chose the black hand in order to facilitate his control.

Similarly, among the clan, they are often the bravest and most capable of being chief. The smartest is probably the shaman in the clan.

But now, the shaman profession has faded away, and the warlock replaced by it is mysterious and secretive. Recently, the entire Warlock of the Shadow Council has disappeared.

Suddenly the black hand came up with the charter, the black hand really couldn't get it out.

Inevitably, the black chief, the chief warrior, turned his eyes on the face of his most trusted deputy, Orgrim * Doomhammer.

At this instant, Orgrim's anger suddenly became fierce, not knowing how many times.

He's had enough!

Fed up with the chief of the Shadow Council who asylum killed his friends Durotan and his wife.

Fed up with this reckless chief warrior who blindly ignores the life and death of tribal warriors.

Fed up with this black hand who had no mind or responsibility in the event!

Orgrim made a decision. After the tribe passed through this crisis, he would launch a "Makgora" for the chieftain's black hand in accordance with the traditions recognized by the clan. He is going to kill the puppet of the Shadow Council in a duel, and then clean up the Shadow Council.

But Duke's fierce and effective magic attack impressed Orgrim too.

Only mystics can deal with mystics!

Whether to kill Gul'dan and his warlock in the end ... Orgrim hesitated for the first time.

However, let's address the immediate crisis first.

Orgrim pointed to the north on the military map seized from humans: "It doesn't take as many tribal warriors to take down this small storm city. Chief, I suggest we divide our troops. This is called Ironforge There is another cowardly and dwarf humanoid creature called a dwarf. Since the tribe is going to be the master of this land, we shouldn't let any power on the land. "

The black hands and the chiefs' eyes suddenly lighted.

When I first arrived in Azeroth, the whole tribe was obscured with two eyes, neither knowing where it was, nor how many enemies were there.

Although Gul'dan has repeatedly emphasized the weakness of the enemy, in fact, these weak enemies are not their opponents, but the entire tribe has always been blind to where and how many people to fight.

After killing many humans, the chiefs learned more information through the captured map.

Orgrim's proposal now undoubtedly points them to a brighter direction. (To be continued.)