However, the Sword Saint leader was not dead yet. He fell to the ground, and blood flowed out from all the wounds on his body. Soon, the already red floor was dyed red.
He raised his head and opened his remaining eye. He opened his mouth with three broken fangs.
"Human Mage, the one you killed is the Chieftain of the Fireblade Clan, Darr Triple Bloodblade. May I know your name?" Darr said in the Beastman language in a deep voice as he coughed up blood.
"Duke Marcus, the deputy commander of the Rotterdam Alliance," Duque replied in the human language.
"So it's you …" The great chief of the Fire Blade Clan slowly closed his eyes.
Duque fell silent.
A few seconds later, the kings, Windsor, and Gavinrad, who had come back to their senses, let out angry roars with complicated meanings.
"Ohhhhhhh —"
Was this the joy of surviving a disaster?
Was this a roar praising a hero?
Or could it be both?
No one knew!
Anyway, when the guards on the mountainside nervously rushed over with their swords in hand, and the two Kirin Tor councilors rushed over with their lives on the line, what they saw was a bloody and unexpected scene:
In the sky, the remains of the Beastman Sword Saint that had already been cut into pieces fell to the ground.
On the ground, the bodies of the Kings' guards and attendants lay everywhere. Miraculously, not a single truly important person died in this assassination.
Perhaps the kings were like Eden, paralyzed and trembling amidst the bloodstains.
Perhaps trembling like Terenas and finding a chair to sit in.
Or perhaps they were like Zeon and Solas, leaning on their swords and gasping for breath.
The guards were in a mess, not knowing what to do.
"Calm down! The assassins have all been killed by me! The leader was the Chieftain of the Fireblade Clan, Daer Triple Blood Blade. It was all right now! Don't panic! All the guards formed a defensive formation to protect their king. I'm not sure if there are any assassins left. "
Pausing for a moment, Duque sat down dejectedly. "Krasus, I'll leave this place to you. Inform Lothar that the army will be under his command. Kel 'Thuzad, I'll have to trouble you to go back and oversee the Mages. "
After arranging everything, Windsor hurried over to support the limp Duque. "Master, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I'm just a little exhausted. Those Sword Saints are not easy to deal with."
"Are you hurt?" Gavin Rad's face was burning. Just now, he couldn't do anything. Under [Divine Protection], he could not use any weapons. He might be able to use the Holy Light to heal the Kings, but the problem was that if the Kings were killed instantly, his Holy Light would be useless.
"No! It's just that my magic circuits are a bit messed up. I'll be fine after some rest. "
Duque looked weak on the outside, but he was so happy that he wanted to jump up and shout,
"Yours Truly is rich!"
"Yours Truly is rich!"
"Yours Truly is rich!"
There was no reason for it. It was because of the few paragraphs in the system prompt.
"Congratulations, host. You have extracted a mysterious power from the souls of the Sword Saints of the Fireblade Clan. You have obtained the secret of [Mirror Image]. You can now use the advanced version of Mirror Image — [True Mirror Image].
"Your temporary special abilities [Plunder] and [Luck] have come into play. You have extracted the true essence of [Blade Storm] from the soul of Darr Triple Blood Blade. Your [Ice Shield] and [Rapid Avalanche] have combined into a new combination skill [Blade Storm].
"[Blade Storm]: This is the magical version of the [Blade Storm]. You can condense the cold aura into countless sharp and frightening blades, slowing down and cutting all enemies within the range of the storm into pieces. The power will increase as your Ice Circuit is strengthened. However, this is a very extreme magic. As a price, your fully activated Ice Circuit will be overloaded for a short period of time. You will not be able to use any ice magic for the next three days. "
What is this?!
This is clearly a killer weapon!
Whoosh! I hate that I don't have a high-level Ice Circuit. Otherwise, the power of this move would be many, many times greater.
Thinking of this, Duque felt a little resentful again.
The Sun King's Arcane Fire Circuit was indeed amazing, but the problem was that there was no ice magic. Duque rummaged through Medivh's lair for a long time, but he couldn't find an advanced mode for practicing the Ice Circuit.
Involuntarily, Duque thought of Frost Grandpa Antonidas. Antonidas was proficient in all three elements, but he preferred to use water and ice magic. Just by looking at his insane number of water elemental summoning spells, one could tell how powerful his Ice Circuit was.
But … it doesn't seem to be easy!
Duque's mind was a little messy. When he came back to his senses, the entire Southshore, no, the entire Hillsbrad Hills were boiling.
"We won!"
"Long live Anduin Lothar!"
"Long live Duke Marcus!"
The huge sound waves formed wave after wave of angry waves, wantonly attacking everyone's eardrums. From the northernmost refugee camp, to the gathering place of the reserve troops, to the vicinity of the headquarters, to the two hills that had just experienced a bloody battle, to the beach, and even to the battleship that was on the sea, everyone raised their fists or weapons high in the air.
Long spears were like a forest, and swords were like the sea. Thousands of wills converged into one sentence —
Long live the Alliance!
Whose tears were flying?
Who was venting their sorrow?
The Orcs, who had thought that they were invincible, were finally beaten into the hell of losers under the united efforts of the seven major human kingdoms. Their corpses were thousands of miles away.
Those ugly and ferocious faces were stiff because they had lost their lives.
Those huge and frightening bodies covered the entire ground of Southshore, the entire beach, and half of the sea!
The terrifying legend of the Orcs' invincibility was shattered today, right here and now!
"Long live!" The cheers of thousands of soldiers and civilians were like a tsunami, soaring into the sky!
"Long live!" The loud cheers seemed to have brought the entire human world back to the past. Under the banner of Thoradin The Great, everyone was united, and they were invincible!
The four human kings walked over, and this time, they did not shake hands, but hugged. If not for Duque, they would have all died under the blades of the Fireblade Clan, and their noble lives would have become the new legend of the Fireblade Clan.
Unfortunately, it was because there was no 'if' that the Alliance could continue.
Old Terenas patted Duque's back and whispered, "I owe you one. If Stormwind is unable to restore your kingdom, come to me. I can lend you a hundred thousand soldiers. Wherever you conquer, that will be your territory. "
"Thank you, Your Majesty Menethil. If that day really comes, I will ask you for this favor."
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