Stormwind God

"Hell! Most of those orcs were elites who had been eliminated through brutal fighting." A general muttered the truth of the matter in a low voice.

Duke rolled his eyes.

If you do not die, why do you still die?

Actually, the brain is so stubborn that he can't be cut off, but he can help people cultivate the elite. The IQ of Terenas is a waste of the world's oxygen!

Fortunately, he stabbed his baby son with a sword, otherwise Duke really didn't want to clean up the mess for Lordaeron.

Regardless if your northern continent is slagging, Lao Tzu keeps my Stormwind Kingdom. Anyway, if he keeps the world tree or something, don't use me ...

Sin done by Lordaeron, now want me to carry it?

I lied to the elite troops, am I easy?

Next to him, a lot of votes from Lordaeron saw Duke's eyelids leaping wildly.

The city of Dalaran was beaten. According to the truth, the 80,000 elites of the Scarlet Crusade arrived, which can definitely help Dalaran support the Scourge. I ’m afraid that the humans here will be reinforcements on the front feet, and the orcs on the hind feet will arrive!

Duke took the note full of orc information, read it three times, and then sneered: "You Lordaeron can do it too. Only 3,000 people are guarding 10,000 orcs? Then all gladiatorial centers centered on Brill The orc riots all ran out, but concealed because they encountered Alsace's "triumph"? Even the Warsong clan that has not yet died?

Duke's chilly laugh drew like a whip on the face of each Lordaeron general. It was an invisible sting that made their faces hot.

Most of the generals bowed their heads.

This is the pot of Terenas. As long as they still carry Lordaeron's epaulets on them, they must carry them all day.

At this time, Renault's weak voice sounded: "There aren't 10,000 orcs in Guohold Castle ..."

His old man, Alexandros, was furious on the spot: "Git boy, you are not qualified to speak here!"

Duke raised his hand and stopped the old Mograine.

"Little guy, although I am only half your seniority, you are not qualified to speak on military matters." Duke immediately saw Renault's expression of dissatisfaction, and Duke also smiled: "It is ten thousand Orcs. There is definitely more than that, the extra ones are secretly sold by the guards to the arena. So there are at least 15,000 orcs full of hatred for humans. "

Duke's voice dropped, and all Lordaeron's generals sank.

corruption!

Huh!

And wantonly.

It is definitely a taboo for soldiers to march without knowing the strength of the opponent.

Normally, even recruits who are very well trained can easily be changed from one to three for the orcs. The orc's title of "fighting nation" was not blown out.

If you count the 30,000 orcs who attacked Gould Holder, even the 80,000 elite of Mograine is enough.

At this time, Duke raised his second finger: "Second, the orcs now entangled in Gould Holder are not 30,000 or 50,000. At least 100,000!"

This news is just sunny and thunderous!

Mograine and others were all covered.

100,000? Where's 100,000?

"How much hard work do the orcs have?" Abidis asked tentatively.

"Zero." Duke sighed. "And it's not an ordinary second-line tribe, but an elite warrior of the first-line clan."

"What !?" Old Mograine and others were startled.

As the two who have been fighting the remnants of the Horde for many years after the Second Dark Gate War, they know the gap between the tribe's elite, first-line clan, and second-line clan.

Abidis asked, "Where is 100,000 Elite?"

Duke spread out his information and pointed at the tribal clan battle flags drawn by scouts, and they recognized all other flags. The only bright spot is the [Warsong] clan banner. And Duke was referring to another banner symbol they were extremely strange.

"This is the Frostwolf clan. Once the fourth clan behind the Black Stone, Warsong, and Blood Ring clan in the tribe. Except for a smaller number, the combat power is absolutely top."

"Frostwolf?" Everyone was strange to the name.

Duke slowly said, "You don't know it's normal. Because this clan was in the first year of the Dark Door, and just arrived in Azeroth because of political disagreements, he gave the first Great Chief Blackhand and Warlock King Guldan They were exiled. They crossed the entire southern continent very secretly, crossing the sea from Baladin Bay, crossing Hillsbrad, and hiding in the depths of the Alterac Mountains. "

"How many orc elite soldiers does the Frostwolf clan have?" Mograine asked.

"No less than 50,000."

How much was there, Duke didn't know. Since the Frostwolf clan has not encountered particularly sharp siege in the past fifteen years, it is not surprising that Thrall, who re-confessed his ancestor, has obtained the support of Frostwolf. Fifty thousand is already a conservative figure.

Every general who has experienced the Second Dark Gate War has his eyebrows twisted.

Don't talk about saving Dalaran like this, it's not enough to protect yourself.

The evil undead and the orcs who hate humanity are enough to kill the whole continent.

Queen Carlia, sitting in the top position, looked left and right, even if she knew nothing about the military, and knew that something was bad.

Unconsciously, everyone turned his attention to Duke.

Look forward to this magical commander who made millions of orcs fly away in less than a third of the force of the other party.

Sitting in this position for another person, it must be the desperate end of death.

But he is different.

He is a well-recognized and living legend in the three major races of Duke Marcus!

"Since everyone regards me as the commander in chief, I will naturally lead you to a life ..." Duke's young face was full of self-confidence, and the pointing of the mountains and mountains was about to play with the powerful momentum of the powerful enemy in the palm of his hand. The three women were stunned.

Kalia, Ilucia, Sally ... all came to worship.

At this moment, Gould Castle.

"No, don't kill me no"

The last human guard was torn apart alive, and the orc who was tortured and tortured for many years, just like tearing a doll, tearing the guard's hands, feet, and skull into pieces of meat one by one.

"Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha" the blood-stained orc laughed wildly.

"Long live Sal"

"Long Live Orgrim"

"Long live Grom * Hellscream"

The orcs cheered indulgently, holding up the crude weapon in their hands, highlighting their strong muscles.

Thrall carrying a blood-stained tomahawk was just too excited.

Even he suffered too long.

The whip of humanity seemed to be hurting fiercely on his back. (To be continued.)