As for followers, it had nothing to do with nationality, religion, or even race. They were loyal only to Duque, who was a Wizard.
Retainers were different. After all, retainers were the direct subordinates of nobles. Even if the nobles in this era had a tongue-twister saying that the subordinates of the nobles were not their own subordinates, it meant that the king could not control the retainers of the nobles. But with the king's righteousness, if the retainers betrayed the nobles, they could still claim to be loyal to the king.
In terms of relationship, followers were closer, and it was more in line with the interests of the two young Wizards.
Even though he knew that the two had limited talent, Duque still accepted them as his followers. This master-follower relationship was also a perfect ending to the fateful encounter they had when they first came out of the Northshire Monastery together.
"Alright, I'll give you a mission now …"
After settling the matters in Stormwind City, Duque did not move out that night. He had a good sleep.
When Lothar asked him why he was so sure that the Orcs would not come tonight, Duque replied, "Because the Great Chief of the Horde is Blackhand."
Lothar was perplexed by this.
Duke wagged his index finger with a confident look on his face.
This was the benefit of being a transmigrator. Only a transmigrator would know how different Blackhand's and the next Great Chief Orgrim Doomhammer's tactics were.
Blackhand was indeed a very outstanding Orc leader. His excellence was reflected in his ferocity and bravery.
Blackhand, who drank the demon's blood, had the common weakness of most green-skinned Orcs — violent and irrational. Other than fighting head-on, there was no other way.
Orgrim, on the other hand, did not drink the demon's blood, which made his mind clear. This gave Orgrim a natural advantage when it came to military strategy. He was more intelligent and rational. It was the same for Orgrim in history. As one of the most intelligent Orcs, Orgrim had once defeated the entire Alliance. If it wasn't for the fact that the Orc Orcs had betrayed their teammates, perhaps the Horde wouldn't have been defeated during the first incident at the Dark Portal.
Duque was so sure that the Horde would not be able to move out tonight because of his understanding of Blackhand.
At this moment, in the tribe's camp.
Black's hand, which had turned slightly carbonized due to the power of Chaos and was extremely tough, punched Orgrim in the face.
Even though Orgrim had already tightened his muscles in preparation for a heavy blow, Orgrim's resolute face was still severely deformed for a short period of time.
Orgrim's gigantic body was sent flying out of the tent by Black Hand's punch.
"You coward!! The tribe doesn't need a coward like you! "Black Hand roared.
"They have a very powerful Spell Caster! Where was Gul 'dan when we needed spellcasters' support the most!? Where are the Warlocks of the Shadow Council? "Orgrim roared back.
Even though the Beastmen were brave and irrational, they still had rules.
The mysterious was mysterious, and the warrior was a warrior.
Since ancient times, the shamans of the tribe had been the ones to deal with the enemy's Spell Casters. After the Shaman profession withered, it was replaced by the Warlock profession.
The Great Tribal Chief was speechless for a moment before saying, "Gul 'dan has more important things to do, such as repairing the Door of Darkness!"
This was a sophistry, but it was also a good reason.
If the Door of Darkness was repaired, then the tribe would have an endless supply of reinforcements. Even though the warriors left in that destroyed world were not the most elite, there were still many of them.
Orgrim shook his head and stood up stubbornly. "Black Hand! Tomorrow! Give me another 20,000 elites from the Blackrock tribe! If I can't defeat them, you will see my head. "
"Alright!" Black Hand was prepared to act recklessly.
Mirror Lake was located south of Stormwind City. If one went to Stormwind City from Goldflash Town, southeast of Stormwind City, it was easy to see this huge lake on the left side of the main road.
Now, Mirror Lake had become one of the lifelines of the Beastmen army.
It was currently summer, and the heat was scorching the earth, making both sides feel uncomfortable. When there was no battle, the Beastmen were happy to enjoy the cool air under the shade of trees. In order to prevent the damned Fishmen and Nagas who obeyed the human's orders from running into Mirror Lake, the Beastmen had to use thousands of laborers to build a temporary dam. This was to make it the most ideal water source for the Beastmen army.
Mirror Lake was located at the foot of a small mountain. In order to prevent the humans from poisoning the lake, they only needed to set up enough patrols near the mouth of the spring.
From the top of the mountain, they could clearly see all the movements on the outer wall of the human city of Stormwind City.
However, early in the morning, an atmospheric circulation that almost surrounded the entire mountain appeared on this average-sized mountain.
The constantly rotating circulation formed a storm, forming a wall of air that was nearly 100 meters tall at the peak of the mountain. The patrolling Beastmen tried to pass through this invisible wall of air to see what was happening. However, all the Beastmen who tried to do so were instantly torn apart by the violent wind.
In the next moment, in response to the first rays of dawn, balls of flames, along with the radiance of the sun, began to spread grandly from the top of the mountain to the vast land.
At first, every Beastman thought it was an illusion. But soon, when the blazing flames landed on the rough and messy roofs of the tribe's barracks, the fire easily spread.
"Fire! Fire! "
The sleepy Beastmen had just woken up from their dreams when they realized that the entire camp was in a sea of fire.
The Beastmen were not unprepared for the human's fire attack.
Many Beastman officers instructed the stupid Beastmen to use sand to extinguish the fire. They also ordered the Beastmen to rush to Mirror Lake to fetch water to extinguish the fire. However, the flames in the sky became denser and denser. The ever-increasing fire made the Beastmen's efforts to extinguish the fire useless.
Most of them held their weapons blankly and ran to the open space, not knowing what to do.
"Look up the mountain!" Finally, some Beastmen realized that something was wrong.
A majestic figure stood at the highest point of the mountain. Behind him, his cloak fluttered in the wind like a fluttering flag, attracting the attention of all the Beastmen.
The figure bathed in the morning light was incomparably dazzling. It was as if he was the radiant sun, as if he was the Son of Light who dispelled all the darkness on the earth. Under the illumination of the morning light, the silver spell formation hanging in the air beside him had every fine line and every mysterious rune dyed with a layer of brilliant gold.
Countless fireballs shot out from the spell formation, drawing red arcs in the sky that symbolized death and destruction, and fell to the ground in a shocking manner.
The endless flames turned the entire land into a sea of fire in the short span of a dozen breaths!
Orgrim rushed out of the tent and looked at the mysterious and terrifying figure. He squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
"Duke Marcus!"
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