The crowd involuntarily became even more restless. The black flames of the distant fire soared into the sky, and could be clearly seen even across the high city walls.
Originally, no one knew that it was Duque who had set the fire, but when the messenger said so, the crowd immediately went from restless to seething!
"Long live Stormwind!"
"Long live His Majesty Laing!"
"Long live His Excellency Marcus –"
The people were simple and honest. Whoever could bring them a safe and happy life would be their God and Heaven. Since the start of the War of the Dark Portal, the kingdom had been retreating on all fronts.
The Red Ridge Mountain had fallen.
Half of the Twilight Forest had fallen.
Not long ago, the Elven Forest, the core area that the kingdom was most proud of, had fallen into the hands of the cruel and terrifying beastmen.
The most unbearable thing was that the green-skinned devils had invaded the city yesterday.
The people were in a state of panic, and they unknowingly lost their trust in the king and even the kingdom.
It was at this time that the news of Duque's great victory suddenly came, like a clear spring, washing away the haze in people's hearts. This timely victory was tantamount to a cardiac stimulant, and it very well restored the confidence of the army and civilians.
The retreat of the tribe, even if it was temporary, made the Sword of Damocles hanging above their heads move a little. This was how people were. Even though they vaguely knew that they were still lingering near the gates of Hell, as long as they did not see it with their own eyes, the threat would not be so obvious.
Sea King Duque.
The hero Duque!
The kingdom's new Guardian Duque!
Duke Marcus' reputation was spreading like wildfire in a variety of ways. In the next few days, Duque rode a griffin and set fire all over the Elven Forest.
A dignified Sky Wizard became an arsonist.
This was an inconceivable thing for a wizard who prided himself on being noble. There were voices of opposition, but in the face of the amazing results, such voices quickly disappeared without a trace.
Firstly, Duque had the absolute support of the king.
Secondly, the talents of the royal family's Wizard corps had withered, and the only Morning Star Wizard was only acting as the king's bodyguard. No one had the right to criticize Duque, who had appeared as the hero who had killed Sargeras.
Duque's fire was effective.
The term "scorching summer" was not an exaggeration. The dry forest was set ablaze almost at the slightest touch. A few fireballs in the upwind direction would turn into a forest fire that was almost impossible to extinguish.
If it wasn't for Orgrim's suggestion, the Beastmen would have suffered even greater losses.
Duque was ruthless enough to set fire to the forest. This was something Orgrim didn't expect. The continuous fire stirred up thick smoke that covered the sky, almost turning the entire forest into a flaming hell.
Except for the areas where the trees had been cut down long ago, or the lakes and rivers in the Elven Forest, all the trees had been burned by Duque.
The problem that followed almost drove the leaders of the tribe crazy.
"We're out of food." Orgrim was the first to speak during the tribal chieftain's meeting.
Warriors of the tribe fought against three humans on the battlefield. It was the same for their appetite.
The violent Beastmen weren't like the weak humans in their eyes, who could survive on bread. To maintain their burly physique, large amounts of meat were essential.
The hunters of the tribe had to go deep into the forest every day to kill large numbers of animals. Unlike the old Orc Draenor, there weren't many large or even gigantic creatures in the Elven Forest. Wild boars, Gnolls, and even captured Murlocs had all become food for the Beastmen.
Anything larger than a squirrel in the forest had been hunted down.
They didn't realize it when their territory was expanding rapidly, but now that their attacks had stopped and the forest was suddenly set on fire, these fellows who were 99% muscle-brained finally realized the severity of the problem.
"Aren't we learning how to rear pigs?" Blackhand asked in a muffled voice.
"Pigs don't grow up in a day." Orgrim didn't think much of Blackhand's brainlessness before, but now he felt that having a tribal chieftain like this was like riding a giant wolf rushing to hell.
All the chieftains looked at Blackhand, waiting for him to make a decision.
As the first tribal chieftain of the tribe, Blackhand wasn't a very smart person. Or rather, Gul 'dan had purposely chosen Blackhand to make it easier for him to control him.
Similarly, in the tribe, it was usually the bravest and most capable of fighting who became the chieftain. And the smartest ones were mostly the shamans in the tribe.
But now, the shaman profession was on the decline, and the warlocks that replaced it were mysterious and sneaky. Recently, all the warlocks in the Shadow Council had disappeared.
Blackhand really couldn't come up with a plan if he suddenly asked him to.
Unwittingly, Blackhand turned to look at his most trusted aide, Orgrim Doomhammer.
At that moment, the anger in Orgrim's heart burned a thousand times stronger.
He had had enough!
He had had enough of this Shadow Council chief who killed his good friend, Durotan and his wife.
He had had enough of this reckless chief who didn't care about the lives of the tribe's warriors.
He had had enough of this brainless and irresponsible Blackhand!
Orgrim made up his mind. After the Horde survived this crisis, he would follow the tradition of the other clans and challenge the Great Chief Blackhand for the position of Chief, 'Makgora'. He would kill this puppet of the Shadow Council in a duel, and then take care of the Shadow Council.
But Duque's ruthless and effective magic attacks left a deep impression on Orgrim.
Only a Mystic could deal with a Mystic!
Should he kill Gul 'dan and his warlocks … For the first time, Orgrim hesitated.
But, he had to solve the crisis in front of him first.
Orgrim pointed to the north on the military map he got from the humans. "We don't need so many warriors to take down this small Stormwind City. Chieftain, I suggest we split up. In this place called Iron Furnace Castle, there is another kind of weak and short humanoid creatures called dwarves. Since the tribe wants to be the master of this land, we shouldn't let any of the other powers go. "
Blackhand and the other tribal chieftains' eyes lit up.
When they first arrived at Azeroth, the tribe was completely clueless. They didn't know where they were, how many enemies they had, or where they were.
Even though Gul 'dan emphasized the weakness of the enemies, and in reality, these weak enemies were no match for them. But the tribe was still in a state of ignorance about where to attack and how many people to send.
After killing a lot of humans and seizing the maps, the chieftains finally learned more information.
Now, Orgrim's suggestion had undoubtedly pointed them in a brighter direction.
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