The Draenei were at an absolute disadvantage. Although they had the support of the Holy Light and could theoretically heal their wounds endlessly, the Holy Light was not omnipotent.
The blood lost in the wound could not flow back into the body, and the lost strength could only be recovered through rest. Unless there was a high concentration of Holy Light, there was no way to defend against knives, axes, and clubs.
In the face of an enemy ten times their size, the advantage of the Holy Light had been worn out. If it were not for the magic support of the Astrologer, Shattrath City would have been breached long ago.
It could be foreseen that if the situation did not improve, it would be a repeat of 25 years ago, and the Draenei would once again lose in a war of attrition.
The Orcs used blood and lives to wear down Shattrath City.
However …
The loud sound of war drums, the clanging of weapons, the moans of the dying struggling on the ground, and the angry roars, all the sounds were stopped by the sound of the retreat horn.
What happened?
Every warrior on the battlefield had a confused expression.
Last time, the one who saved Shattrath City from destruction was the Blood Elf who had now become an Astrologer.
Who was it this time?
No!
No one!
In the desolate sky, there was nothing. Ordinary birds and beasts had long been scared away by the loud noise.
In the distance, the Fel Orcs, who had learned their lesson, had sent back and forth patrolling Wolf Riders.
There were no reinforcements in sight.
What drove Illidan's lackeys to give up the victory that was within their grasp?
There was only one answer.
It was a blue flag that had been raised beside the Draenei's Holy Light War Flag in Shattrath City.
None of the Draenei had seen this war flag. Legend had it that the flag of the Alliance from another world, which had reached a preliminary alliance with the Draenei, was also blue.
But that flag had a lion on it, and this one was a tornado.
Could it be that this flag scared the enemy away …
That was impossible, right?
The Draenei garrison officers almost forgot to breathe, and looked at this scene with an expression that they had never seen before.
Not to mention them, even the Draenei maiden Iril who had just raised the flag was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped. Her teeth were chattering. "It actually … scared off those ferocious Orcs!?"
Thomas, who was standing at the side, was also extremely shocked. Of course, he recognized this flag, or rather, he had grown up listening to the legend of this flag.
This Storm Duke Flag was the symbol of an era, a living legend!
One flag to repel an army of ten thousand!
No one had expected that the miracle that had happened in Cuel Salas's Silvermoon City, which had been sung about by countless bards in the taverns, would repeat itself.
Duque was already a Demigod. Of course, he wouldn't bother to boast about himself.
Even if he did not do so, Thomas and the other spectators would naturally tell Imriel about the legend of the flag.
In an instant, the little girl had turned into a fangirl. Even her gaze towards the Storm War Flag had become filled with some kind of fanaticism.
It wasn't her fault!
In recent decades, the Draenei had been bullied by the Orcs!
As outsiders of Draenor, how could the Orcs give them face?
Long before the Orcs, under the instigation of Ner 'zhul, started a full-scale war against the Draenei, both sides already had a feud. All kinds of border conflicts and mutual harm had long been the foreshadowing of this great war.
It was just that at that time, the Orcs lived a scattered lifestyle with clans as units. The Draenei also tried their best to suppress themselves under Valen's persuasion.
But so what?
The Orcs took pride in killing the Draenei.
The brave Draenei, their fathers and brothers had their heads chopped off and made into specimens, which were hung on the war flags of various clans. Their wives and daughters were used as food to feed the bloodthirsty war wolves.
And all of this came to an end with the unparalleled war that lasted for several years, as well as the fall of Shattrath City.
Battle after battle, defeat after defeat. Defeat after defeat!
This was the portrayal of the Draenei.
Today, the evil Orcs came again.
With hope for the light, the Draenei once again tried to defend their holy city, but no one had really imagined the taste of success. They relied purely on courage to support themselves.
That kind of desperate struggle, and the feat of easily scaring away the Orcs, formed a stark contrast.
The Draenei maiden, Iril, had a strange emotion in her heart that she could not understand. She suddenly became extremely eager to see the owner of this flag.
At this moment, in Karazhan, Aurelia, who happened to be strolling by Duque's place, saw this scene.
"Yo! Not bad! I didn't think that this big flag of Duke Marcus could be used to swindle people in the Outland! "The eldest sister of the Windrunner family teased Duque.
Duque laughed, "If it was all those brainless Fel Orcs, there really wouldn't be any way. Just nice, the one leading the army is Kilrogg Deadeye! "
If it was another Orc leader who was not clear-headed, he would most likely only be frightened for a moment, and would never give the order to retreat.
Kilrogg was different.
He had inherited the memories of his previous life, and also the fear of being an Orc.
That was from the beginning of the second battle at the Dark Portal. No matter how he struggled, he could not succeed. No matter how he tried to change himself, he was still tortured by Duque.
He could not take down the Iron Furnace Fort, and was brutally abused in the final battle. Then, he turned around and followed the new boss, Ner 'zhul, and was abused again. He even died next to the Dark Portal.
More importantly, Kilrogg was one of the rare Beastmen who possessed Esper abilities. His single red eye had the ability to see the future to a certain extent, even though it could only see small fragments of the future. But all along, he had relied on this ability to consolidate his power and kill in all directions.
This time, without exception, he looked at the flag with his one eye, which was usually blind.
As expected!
He clearly felt a trace of Duque's divine power.
Almost at the moment he looked over, Kilrogg saw an illusory projection of Duque that was even larger than Shattrath City. In Duque's deep black eyes, there seemed to be a dazzling seven-colored flame burning in the depths of his eyes.
Duque opened his mouth slightly, and the next moment, the voice of the soul that came out seemed to shake the entire Draenor World.
"Sargeras' soul trembles under my feet."
"Archimonde's soul was nailed to death by me on Mount Hyjal."
"Kilrogg, who do you think you are?"
"I'll only say this once …"
"Scram —"
The buzzing in the soul world triggered countless strange and blurry scenes of light.
Kilrogg saw at this moment that Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, died tragically under Duque's sword.
He saw the insufferably arrogant Archimonde being blown to death on Mount Hyjal, and even his bones were still hanging on a withered tree.
He saw the huge and boundless Distorted Void Fortress being wantonly blown into pieces.
It turned out that the new master that he thought was invincible actually had such a weak side.
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