If it was before, Duque would have thought that he was crazy.
Now, he felt a bit like a gambler. He could have pulled out early, but he hoped to win everything back through a big comeback.
He had put on even more moral integrity in order to win and gain more recognition after defeating Medivh. At the same time, he had also taken back his own moral integrity.
Thinking deeper, it was not the case at all.
The seemingly crazy move actually stemmed from a heavier sense of responsibility.
Khadgar hung up. The heavy burden of fate that originally belonged to Khadgar fell on Duque's shoulders.
The fate of the kingdom, the fate of mankind, and even the fate of the entire planet Azeroth were controlled by Duque's choice.
Of course, Duque could not put on his integrity and let Lothar's elite soldiers fight to the death in their current state. Although they had long disregarded life and death, who could guarantee that they would be able to win by sacrificing them? Who could guarantee that there would be no sacrifice in the next round of chess?
Could Duque live up to their burning and trusting eyes?
Duque did not know that he was standing at a crossroads with countless crossroads.
Countless people stopped at this crossroads that required great courage. Because of human instinct, people often chose to protect themselves. Perhaps they chose to escape because of cowardice; perhaps they chose to sacrifice others because of indifference; or perhaps they were arrogant and supercilious.
But unknowingly, Duque chose to follow his heart. He wanted to change this history and change the direction of the river of fate.
So, he took a step that even he did not dare to imagine before …
Lothar had always had amazing intuition. As a half-orc, Garona's senses were also quite sharp. Both of them almost immediately noticed the change in Duque.
Before this, there had been a tragic atmosphere spreading among the team, and everyone was ready to sacrifice. But with the change in Duque's soul fluctuations, everyone suddenly found that they had many more 'companions' around them.
More than a thousand funny-looking murlocs, they held extremely primitive weapons and roared at the orcs opposite them.
More than two hundred giant Gnolls more than two meters tall.
Among the hundreds of Nagas, there was a female Naga Siren priest.
"This is …" Lothar's elite soldiers were dumbfounded when they were suddenly surrounded by such a large group of monsters.
"Our reinforcements!" Duque laughed heartily.
"Oh, oh, oh —"
"Hahaha!"
"Long live Sir Marcus!"
"Victory! Victory — "
Morale soared.
Noxus, on the other hand, was surprised. Then, he looked a little sad. He approached Duque and asked in a low voice, "Did you pay with your soul?"
"What integrity? Just pick it back up after you lose it." That was what Duque wanted to say at first, but the words changed when they reached the tip of his tongue. "Everyone is prepared to sacrifice themselves for humanity, and I'm the only one hiding in the safety circle. Is that appropriate?"
"You …"
Staring at the orcs opposite him, Duque's vision seemed to go beyond this strange chess space, beyond Karazhan, and beyond the whole world. "If there comes a day when I fall into madness because of the loss of my soul, please destroy me with your own hands."
For some reason, Duke's smile seemed so light, yet it was as heavy as a mountain. Lothar suddenly found himself choking. He patted Duque's shoulder with one hand.
"Okay! If there comes a day, I will do it myself. But if I am lucky enough to return to Stormwind, I will spend the rest of my life sculpting a huge statue for you that the whole country can see, in the King's Valley. "
This was a man's promise, this was a hero's promise.
Duque suddenly found that he had completely gained the approval of this epic hero, Anduin Lothar.
With a faint smile on his face, Duque turned his head. "Let's take care of these guys first."
The combat power of the two sides had changed because of Duque's soul charge. Duque used 5% of his moral integrity as the price in exchange for an increase in combat power. From the initial overwhelming disadvantage, the two sides' combat power was 45 to 55.
And this was just a simple increase in numbers.
Duque could not expect these guys he killed to perform well.
Gnoll Hogg and his little brother, the gray-scaled Naga Siren priest, a group of male Nagas, and more than a thousand unreliable murlocs. Such a combination of land and sea was extremely unreliable.
Not only Duque saw it, but Lothar also saw it.
"Duque, are these guys under your control?"
"Yes. I plan to let the murlocs attack from the right side first, and then the gnolls from the left. "
Lothar was a man who knew his soldiers well. He immediately understood Duque's plan – drag the left and right, then break through in the middle and give the opponent a fatal blow.
"Good idea."
"Yes, this damn game of death ends with the death of the opponent's general."
On the black and white tiles, the murlocs took their seemingly ridiculous steps and charged under the whips of the Nagas.
The whole battlefield was filled with murlocs, and even they themselves might not understand the meaning of their cries. They formed a black mass and swept towards the Orcs like a huge wave. On the surface, they seemed to have the momentum to drown the Orc army in one breath.
However, that was just what it looked like.
The Orcs standing at the front formed a green wall.
The murlocs at the front handed out their rough spears to the Orc army. If there was no accident, they would pierce the chest of the Orc in front in three seconds.
Unfortunately, there was no lack of accidents in the world. They crashed into a wall of death made of heavy weapons. It was as if they had really crashed into an invisible wall. The giant hammers and axes that came smashing down on their heads easily smashed their crude weapons and their laughable fish-shaped heads into smithereens.
This terrible destructive power made the impact of the entire murlocs stagnate. The murlocs at the front who saw this scene tried to retreat, and the murlocs at the back who did not know the reason continued to rush forward, squeezing the space of their companions.
"Hahaha! Bastard murlocs! Die! Die! "The berserk Great Chieftain's Forbidden Guards opened their mouths, which were filled with bloody veins and fangs. They let out earth-shattering roars as they attacked while chopping melons and vegetables.
Often, each swing could smash multiple murlocs into meat paste or split them into several pieces. The murlocs were obviously stunned by the wild attack of the other party. Chaos spread rapidly, hundreds of murlocs collided in the center of the battlefield, and for a moment it was a pot of porridge.
If it was not for the scolding of the Nagas behind, maybe the murlocs would have collapsed.
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