Grom Hellscream roared as he widened his bell-sized eyes. His bloodshot eyes were filled with disbelief.
Unlike the other boorish beastmen, Grom came from the Fireblade Clan, which emphasized technique, willpower, and will the most. This clan produced many Sword Saints, and their battle philosophy was different from most of the beastmen.
Grom clearly knew that the strike he had absolute confidence in had been led astray.
The slightest error could lead to a huge difference.
The slight deviation was accumulating, and the miraculous combo was transmitted back to him from the [Blood Roar] that was connected to his mind.
Even if there was a 10-foot thick wall in front of him, Grom was confident that he could break through it and land the axe on the enemy's back.
He had miscalculated.
This mysterious human wizard that he had never met before had shocking techniques that left him in awe.
Even though he was watching from afar, he could understand what Duque had done.
The axe, which was powerful enough to split a mountain and split the earth, felt like it was chopping paper. Every layer of paper slightly weakened the power of the axe. Bit by bit, like water dripping through a stone.
However, Duque's method was even more extreme, and many times more precise.
The three-digit Mid Tier Spell Combo had caused the fatal blow to deviate.
"Sigh!" Grom Hellscream roared as he let out a long sigh. The sigh was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Grom, who never lost confidence, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of helplessness. In order to win, he had poured the willpower of his entire clan into [Blood Roar]. It felt like it had forcefully twisted the cause and effect of fate. However, his opponent had easily brought fate back to its original path. Just like how water flowed downwards, the sun would always rise after a long night, and the year was divided into four seasons …
This axe, if you say it will hit, it doesn't count. If I say it won't, then it won't!
As countless orcs looked up, the famous [Blood Roar] finally deviated from its original path and brushed past Duque less than half a meter away from him.
The gryphon Duque was so shocked that it lost a few feathers, and Darnielle was so scared that he almost peed his pants. However, they did not cause any real damage to the detestable Duke Marcus.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! " The Gryphon flew higher and higher. In just a few breaths, it had already soared into the clouds, turning into a small black dot that was almost invisible to the naked eye. It only left the bitter Orcs with a string of wild and arrogant laughter.
Almost every Orc's face was black.
Perhaps it was because of the smoke, or perhaps it was simply because his face was black.
There was such an earth-shattering explosion a thousand meters away. There were raging flames, thick smoke, and clearly audible screams. It would be strange if the human guards on the outer walls of Stormwind City could not hear or see it.
Looking at the Gryphon descending from the clouds again, looking at Duque's iconic wizard robe on the Gryphon, the defenders could not help but let out deafening cheers.
"Well done! Earl Marcus! "
"Kill those green-skinned people!"
"Burn, burn, burn! It's better to burn them all to death! "
"Sir Marcus, you are our patron saint."
Duque let Darnielle drive the Gryphon and fly slowly over the outer walls. Every time he raised his hand, a louder cheer would be aroused.
Lothar flew over with a small group of Gryphon Knights.
This Azeroth Prince of Dreams had wavy black hair fluttering in the wind. Before he got close, his loud, lion-like laughter could be heard.
"Hahaha! Well done, Duque! "
"Hey! I almost lost my life there. A few of the chiefs in the tribe probably hate me to the core. "
"It's fine! Even if you were really trapped there, I'm sure I can bring people to rescue you. "
Looking at Lothar's large hemp rope with a slipknot on the Gryphon's butt, Duque rolled his eyes. Damn it, Lothar actually meant what he said. When the time comes, will you rope me like a western cowboy, hang me by the neck and pull me up?
"Tch! If it weren't for you, Laing wouldn't have allowed me to dispatch all the Gryphon Knights. "
Duque suddenly felt a burst of warmth in his heart.
A line of Gryphons flew to the inner city wall of Stormwind City, near the flight point on the east side. The Gryphons spread their huge wings and began to slow down. After a few flaps, their sharp claws made a sharp sound on the thick hay.
Before the Gryphon came to a stop, Lothar had already nimbly flipped over.
But there was one person faster than Lothar — Storm King Laing.
"How was the battle?" Laing asked impatiently.
"It's fine, the beastmen will get lost for the time being."
"Are you sure?" Laing's face was filled with undisguised surprise.
"Of course!" Duque's voice rose an octave. "Not only did I burn most of their tents, but I also added some seasoning to their only water source."
"Seasoning?"
Almost at the same time, the great chief of the tribe, Blackhand, could almost be renamed to Blackface.
"Report, the water source has been poisoned?"
"Poisoned? How can running water be poisoned? "Beside him, Kilrogg angrily asked the captain of Blackhand's bodyguards.
"I don't know. But the water flowing down from the mountains is green. My men have personally confirmed that the beasts will die after drinking it. Someone saw Naga in the water, it should be the human Naga who poisoned it. "
"Wasn't there a water bar blocking it?" Orgrim asked.
"It was blown up by that human mage. It was too chaotic just now, none of us noticed. "
"…" The few tribe leaders fell silent at the same time.
At first, the Elven Forest was filled with murlocs and Naga, attacking the Orc labourers who were fetching water from the river. But Orgrim came up with an idea, which was to build a crude dam to prevent the Naga and murlocs from entering the forest.
After a few attempts by the Naga to bypass the dam and enter the water, they were ambushed by the Orcs. Almost no Naga could be seen in the Elven Forest.
They didn't expect to be ambushed by Duque, allowing the Naga to enter the forest.
Now, all the trees that could provide shade had been burned down by Duque, and the only water source had been polluted.
There weren't tens of thousands of people here. If there were only a few of them, they could slowly dig deep wells.
The problem was that there were 300,000 soldiers here!
The Orcs were very brave warriors, but they weren't undead. They needed to eat, drink, and defecate too. Without water, this was definitely a very serious problem.
Blackhand was very violent, but he hadn't completely lost his mind. The word was stuck in his throat a few times before it popped out from between his teeth. "Retreat!"
On the other side, a deafening roar came from the direction of the city gate, spreading throughout Stormwind City.
Every soldier in the city raised their heads in confusion, looking at the outer city wall in confusion.
Not long after, a messenger immediately shouted as he galloped on his horse.
"Victory! Victory! Sky Mage Earl Duke Marcus ambushed the Orc camp, burning and burning over 10,000 Orcs to death. Now the Orcs are retreating from the south gate! "
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