A faraway world was in danger of being destroyed.
A close family member was in danger of dying.
Which one had the biggest impact on his heart?
Of course it was the rescue of his close family member!
Without experiencing the incomparably dangerous battle in Karazhan, Laing wasn't as emotionally and intellectually grateful to Duque, but it wasn't as impactful as this time.
Unknowingly, Duque's youthful figure had already overlapped with the Medivh in Laing's mind. The same wisdom, the same kindness, the same reliability, and the same saving at the most crucial moment.
Nian Hua would grow old. How many more years would he and his good friend Noxus be able to stay strong?
Duque was different. Not only was Duque talented and powerful, but he was also only 15 years old. Even though he was partially cursed by Sargeras, Duque was still 18 or 19 years old. If he could become a pillar of Stormwind, then William wouldn't have to worry about problems in the field of magic or even business for a long time.
For a moment, Laing's heart was burning with eagerness.
Unfortunately, there was still one more pressing matter that had to be dealt with.
Where did those damned Orcs come from?!
This made Laing's heart very painful. Not only was it because all the defenses at the south gate were useless, but it also meant that Stormwind City's fall had entered a countdown.
Without the fortifications, the ratio of casualties between humans and Orcs of the same level was three to one. This was also the ratio of professional soldiers who had received long-term military training. Those farmers who were still plowing the fields a few months ago, even if they were fully armed, would at least have a ratio of ten to one when they encountered the Orcs.
There were less than 70,000 soldiers left in the entire kingdom. And the Orcs … The latest report said that there were at least 400,000 Orcs. This was a terrifying number that wouldn't be enough even if all the people in Stormwind were to be stuffed into it.
King Laing's face twitched. He turned his head and ordered, "Luther, bring some people to kill the Orcs, at least until they reach the city walls. Andrew, get your people to take over Stormwind Fortress and clean up the Orcs in the fortress. Jamacha, get the city guards to clean up the Orcs. "
Then, Laing turned his head and said to Duque seriously, "Thank you very much, Duque. Although I would like to promote you to a duke immediately, we have more important things to do now. I really need your opinion. from today onwards, I hope you can attend every military meeting. "
Duque bowed slightly, "It is my honor, Your Majesty."
"I'll be waiting for you in the meeting hall of Storm Fortress in an hour." Ryan patted Duke's shoulder and hurried off to meet his queen.
Duke knew very well that from this moment on, he had truly become the core of the entire Storm Kingdom. This time, Fortress was the core of Stormwind Fortress, "he said. It was because of Stormwind, not. Orc. Duque clear. If." Stormwind "
Especially this time, if it wasn't for Duke, the core of Stormwind City, Stormwind Fort, would have been occupied by the elites of Orgrimwood. Then, they would have worked together and Stormwind would have fallen today.
Of course, all Duque did was repel the Orcs' surprise attack. Next time, he wouldn't be so lucky.
Even so, there were corpses everywhere, and houses that had been burned down everywhere. The Orcs' half an hour invasion had caused great damage to Stormwind Fortress. It wasn't just physical damage, but also mental damage.
At that moment, Duque could still hear the screams of the people in the distance.
"Stormwind Fortress has fallen! Stormwind Fortress has fallen! "
However, this wasn't Duque's concern.
Just as Duque was about to go check on Windsor, another group of Stormwind soldiers rushed over. They looked no different from the other soldiers of Stormwind City, but Duke noticed that the insignia on the left side of their chests was a black insignia. In the middle of the insignia was the skull of the Grim Reaper with a hood, and beside the skull were countless Mage Hands faintly appearing.
Eh?!
Isn't he one of my people?!
Duque was stunned, but he soon realized that the leader was his head butler, Makarov. Sweeping his gaze across, Duque found many familiar faces. The mercenaries that followed him to the Western Wilderness were all at least captains.
"Master!" Makarov's position was high in the eyes of outsiders, but in front of Duque, he was still the small mercenary leader. He remembered clearly that all his glory came from the master in front of him, the mysterious Sea King Duque.
Without Duque, he would always be the useless mercenary leader.
"Eh? Why are you dressed like this? "
"Uh, we're officially your private soldiers, Master Markos. However, Stormwind City is in danger, and you're not here. People like us with combat experience have been temporarily recruited by Lord Lothar. Lord Lothar promised to let you go once you return. "
Duque smiled. He didn't care about such a small matter, not to mention that the one ordering them around was Lothar.
"Windsor is heavily injured. Makarov, go get the best priest in Stormwind City in my name. The rest of you, follow young Makarov to clean up the remaining orcs. "
Half an hour later, Makarov's life was saved after being personally healed by the Archbishop of Stormwind City. The Priest's healing spells were very effective against physical injuries, and even internal injuries could be healed. Of course, the essence of healing spells was to use divine power to stimulate the human body's potential. Healing came at the cost of the human body's potential. Simply put, it was a reduction in lifespan.
Without the present, there would be no future. Everybody knows about this.
In front of the sickbed, the pale Windsor looked at Duque with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry, Master. Am I useless? I couldn't even block a single blow from that guy. "
Duque laughed. Windsor was still young. He was loyal and not lacking in courage, but he was far from the hero of the future who had an iron will and was unafraid of death.
"If you knew that the red-skinned orc with the square mace was called Orgrim Doomhammer, and that he was the strongest warrior of the tribe, would you feel better?"
"Really?!" Windsor was a little surprised, but his eyes immediately dimmed. "Damn it, I'm secretly happy that I lost to the strongest. This proves that my training is still lacking."
"Pfft —" Duque was also amused. "Come on, in the entire kingdom, apart from Lothar, there's really no one who can fight him fairly."
"Not even you, Master?"
Duque pondered for a moment. "If there's no interference, give me at least half an hour, and I have about a fifty percent chance of killing him."
Duque added in his mind: That's on the premise that I can't revive.
Out of the blue, Windsor asked, "Is Stormwind Kingdom destroyed?"
"Stormwind City will fall, and Stormwind will be reborn after defeating the orcs!"
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