"Woo woo woo —" The melodious sound of the horn seemed to come from beyond the heavens, or from ancient times.
It was desolate and heroic.
It reminded people of the world filled with yellow sand, the days when they had to fight against the most ferocious beasts in extremely harsh environments in exchange for a chance of survival for their tribesmen.
It was either kill or be killed.
The weak had no right to live, and the strong ruled over everything.
This was a primitive sound, and it evoked memories hidden in the hearts of countless Orcs.
How many years had it been since they last heard this sound?
[Makgora]
All Orcs knew that when a warrior challenged a chief to replace his position, he would use the most sacred duel ritual [Makgora].
One on one!
The winner would get everything!
Not many people knew that this [Makgora], which was used to resolve conflicts between Orcs and decide who the chief would belong to, could also be used against hostile races.
Of course, there was a prerequisite.
"Chief Blackhand of the Horde! On behalf of our king, King Laing Wrynn of Stormwind City, who is also the chief in your eyes, I challenge you to [Makgora]. Do you dare to accept the challenge?! "Duque's voice echoed in the night sky of Stormwind City. No one knew if it was magic or something else, but this shout in Orc language was clearly heard by the 100,000 Orcs attacking Stormwind City.
Great Chieftain Blackhand and Orgrim were walking on the streets of the old Stormwind Sector with their bodyguards. Suddenly, their bodies trembled.
[Makgora]?!
Humans actually knew [Makgora]?
Almost instantly, Orgrim spat in his heart. It was that lowly traitor Garona who taught him again!
Duque's voice continued, "Our human king is different from your chief. Our king is not the strongest warrior. That's not important. Our king and our strongest warrior are here. As long as you defeat our strongest warrior, Anduin Lothar in [Makgora], our king's head will be yours with both hands! We will wait for you at the place where the light pillar is! "
Black Hand's huge rock-like palm was resting on a thick stone pillar by the side of the road. Almost subconsciously exerting force, the entire stone pillar was easily crushed by the huge strength of his grip. The hard stones exploded like hardened flour, scattering all over the ground.
All the orcs' gazes were focused on Blackhand's face.
"Great Chieftain?" Orgrim probed.
The muscles on Great Chieftain Blackhand's ugly face kept twitching, and thick veins popped up on his face like a dragon's beard. His eyes were bloodshot due to extreme excitement. Black Hand could feel the fire in his body being pumped out from his heart, spreading to every corner of his body, reaching every cell in his body.
"Hahaha!" Black Hand laughed maniacally. "Beastmen never fear challenges! I don't care what Rye, what Andu! Their heads are mine - all mine - "
Orgrim immediately understood and shouted to the side, "Relay the order of the Great Chieftain! The Great Chieftain has decided to accept the human's [Makgora], and forbid any attacks on the humans near the light pillars!"
The messengers scattered in all directions, and soon, the rough roars of the messengers could be heard everywhere.
"The Great Chieftain has accepted the [Makgora], forbid any attacks on the humans near the light pillars!"
"Let's go!" The clouds dispersed, and the moonlight shone on the ground. Together with the light from the torches, the two huge dragon-shaped shoulder ornaments on the Great Chieftain's shoulders were ghastly pale.
On the other side, in the church area of Stormwind City, on the steps of the Stormwind City Cathedral, Ryan sat on a red velvet throne with golden edges on the nine steps. Andoine and Bolvar stood beside Ryan, one on the left and the other on the right, in their military attire.
"Will the Great Chieftain of the Beastmen really come?" Bolvar asked Duque for the third time.
"Enough! Bolvar. Duque's analysis will not be wrong. The Beastman Chieftain, who is most obsessed with personal merit, will not let go of such an opportunity. "Laing gently stopped his loyal minister.
Andoine, who was leaning on his sword, looked even more relaxed. "Don't worry, Storm Port is not far behind us. The soldiers are all behind us. If the tens of thousands of soldiers are unable to protect our king's safe escape, then we will all commit suicide. "
Of course, the Beastmen could not find the main force of the humans, because the last 40,000 soldiers and civilians had already gathered quietly near Storm Port.
There were tens of thousands of people, but they did not make a sound, like a giant beast lurking in the night.
Not every soldier knew the arrangements of the higher-ups. They were only informed that there would be special means to arrange for their evacuation.
As for what special means, no one knew. Many people stared at the large pile of hay at the port in a daze.
The last ship had left in the afternoon.
The soldiers scratched their heads and could not figure out how to evacuate.
Fortunately, since they had been ordered to bring up the rear, the soldiers were mentally prepared to fight to the death.
However, the open space from the church area to the port was really not conducive for humans! Moreover, the soldiers did not have any heavy weapons on hand.
If they fought with the Beastmen here, it would be a one-sided massacre.
The commander of the Gryphon Legion, Tom Simoes, who had met Duke once before, still did his best to place the shield-wielding heavy infantry and spearmen against the sea, setting up a formation in the direction of Stormwind City.
"If the Beastmen rush here … we can at least hold on for a while," General Seamus muttered to himself.
When he heard that the plan was proposed by Duque, Seamus did not know why, but he kept thinking of the legendary master of Duque who fought against the Beastmen at the Red Ridge Mountains.
That kind of spirit of one against ten thousand, of taking the head of the enemy's general amidst thousands of men and horses, still deeply shocked his heart.
"Woo woo —" A long horn sounded in the east of Storm City.
Laing, Andoine, and Bolvar all looked up at Duque at the same time.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Duque's mouth. "Chief Blackhand has accepted your challenge. "Lothar."
A smile also appeared on Lothar's enchanting face. He and Laing looked at each other. Laing nodded heavily. "Go! Andoine! My life and the future of Stormwind are in your hands. "
Lothar bowed deeply, and then turned to Duque. "Sigh, sometimes I really admire you. You have mastered the Orc language and their customs in such a short time. I have learned from Ga … that assassin for so long, but I only know a few words in the Orc language. "
Duque smiled mischievously. "I found a large number of Orc books in Karazhan. I have read a lot, I will not lie to you. "
There were no books about Orcs in Karazhan at all. Duque was completely lying.
Lothar did not know. "Alright, I will rely on you for the translation later."
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