"Human! Tell me, why did you hold back?! "Orgrim was keenly aware of this, and he felt insulted.
Another heavy magic strike sent Orgrim Doomhammer flying into the square in front of the Storm Fortress. Duque stood at the gate and sneered, "I'm not interested in you, who can't fight without your full strength!"
At this time, many of Orgrim's subordinates broke away from the crazed human warriors and charged towards Duque.
"Don't go there!" Orgrim suddenly realized and tried to dissuade his subordinates.
It was too late!
Orgrim was a rare exception. He didn't drink the demon's blood, so he had the traditional reddish-brown skin of the Beastmen. His subordinates weren't. The demon's blood made them more powerful, but also more violent and irrational.
They didn't listen to Orgrim's roar, and instead, they rushed forward in a fit of passion.
In the distance, the galloping King Leon and Bolvar saw this scene from the other end of the street that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Circular magic circles unfolded on both sides of Duque. The magic circles rotated clockwise in an orderly manner, and purplish blue lines filled with arcane energy expanded along the magic circles, quickly forming mysterious patterns.
At the same time, more [Magician's Hands] appeared around the magic circles like stars in the sky.
In the eyes of outsiders, Duque suddenly spread out a pair of huge magic wings that were more than fifty meters long.
With a light flap of the wings, the river in front of the Storm Fortress that ran through Stormwind City was immediately turned upside down by Duque's magic power. The tall waves formed a waterspout that many people wouldn't see in their entire lives.
"Su su" An ear-piercing whistle sounded. The water arrows that were like a torrential downpour turned into ice javelins that were as lethal as sharp steel weapons the moment they left the tornado. They rained down on the orcs that were charging at them madly.
Orgrim was stunned. This was the first time he had seen such a large-scale magic. Against such a terrifying spell, even Orgrim had to swing his hammer with all his might to deflect the incoming icicles.
He could withstand it, but what about his subordinates?
"Ahhh —"
Countless screams converged into one.
In the blink of an eye, at least 200 valiant Orcs were nailed to death in the square in front of the fortress. Just like how they had tortured and killed the human warriors in the beginning, they were now the ones being tortured and killed.
This human mage's strength had completely exceeded his imagination.
Orgrim tried to think of a way to kill this young human mage. However, what was the point of killing this mage?
In the distance, the thunderous sound of horse hooves could be heard, causing the stone tiles on the ground to tremble slightly.
Orgrim turned his head and saw spears raised high into the sky from the south. The shining tips of the spears carried an indescribable sense of ferocity. Orgrim recognized that it was one of the few enemies that the Beastmen were unwilling to face head-on — the human cavalry.
Under the huge momentum, the spear's penetrative power was something that even the strongest Orcs were unwilling to face head-on.
The leader was wearing a dazzling golden helmet and armor. His dazzling attire made him look like a flag. Every knight beside him and behind him was equally anxious and angry!
Orgrim recognized him. This was the great chief of the human race. He knew that this battle was over.
Orgrim was not too depressed. He made a chewing motion with his jaw. The failure of this ambush was not important. The human city's weakness had been found. If he could lead his men to cross the mountain once, he could do it ten times, or even twenty times. The weak defense here was nothing compared to the hard bones at the front.
Orgrim glared at Duke, who was still standing at the entrance of the Storm Fortress, looking like he could hold the fort against ten thousand enemies by himself.
"Human! Tell me your name! "Orgrim roared with the Hammer of Destruction in his hand.
"Duque … Duke Marcus!" Duque smiled and replied in Orc language.
"I will remember you!" Orgrim said fiercely.
"Of course you have to remember me, because I will become your nightmare!" Duque's smile was filled with a strange mystery that Orgrim could not understand.
"Hmph!" With a strong enemy approaching, Orgrim did not have the time to bicker with Duque. To the Orcs, true victory was always reflected on the battlefield, and not through meaningless insults.
"Retreat!" Orgrim raised his war hammer and roared. The remaining Orc warriors gave up on fighting the humans and began to retreat towards the direction of the Stormwind Fortress.
Duque wanted to give chase. In Duque's eyes, only a dead Orc was a good Orc.
But an accident disrupted Duque's plan. Not far behind him, the young prince Varian ran out without a care for his life.
"Use the javelins to attack that human kid!" Orgrim did not miss the opportunity to order a suicide squad to cover their retreat.
Unlike Duque's exquisite javelins, the Orcs, who had suffered greatly due to the lack of javelins on the battlefield, had also developed a relatively heavy weapon — a javelin that was simply sharpened from a tree trunk.
It looked ugly, but it became extremely dangerous with the Orcs' astonishing arm strength.
Duke had no choice but to grab William and summon an Ice Wall to block the spears that were hurled at him.
"Phew." Duque sighed.
If Varian had stayed inside and not come out, he could pretend that he did not see it. But now that Varian had come out, he could not possibly bring the only precious son of King Laing to chase after the Orcs.
Varian also knew that he had messed up, and looked at Duque with an uneasy and fearful gaze.
Duque raised his index finger to his lips and said, "Shh! I will answer your father's questions later. Otherwise, you will be spanked when you return. "
The young prince quivered and nodded continuously.
The golden lion head painted on the flag of Stormwind was getting closer and closer. Looking at Laing, it was as if he was looking at the late king who had led the kingdom's people to this valley a thousand years ago.
Duque stood quietly at the entrance of Stormwind Fortress and watched as Laing galloped towards him. Laing jumped off the horse before it could even stand still.
"Oh — My god! Varian, you're alright! Where's your mother? " Laing, who was over forty years old, had never shed a tear when his country had fallen, nor had he shed a tear when the enemy was at the gates of the city. But now, tears were flowing down his face, and he cried like a child, sincere and pure.
"Mother is fine!"
But the next moment, Laing raised his arm and was about to slap him. "Damn it, you almost killed Count Marcus!"
A Magic Hand gently pulled Laing back.
"I'm sorry, the guards inside have all died in battle. I can't possibly let the only heir of the kingdom stay in danger," Duque said shamelessly.
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