From the start, Duque knew that Orgrim's focus was not on the naval battle itself. Win or lose, as long as more than sixty percent of the transport ships reached the landing site, it would be a victory for the Beastmen.
More than eighty percent would be a crushing victory.
Looking at the horizon, Duque could clearly see the Horde's transport ships filling up the entire sea. There were so many of them that it was enough to make one's scalp go numb.
Completely ignoring the naval battle, the transport ships headed north at high speed. Every Beastman labourer in the ships rowed with all their might, as if they wanted to vent all their energy on the sea.
After receiving a warning from the system genie, Duque set his sights on one of the Beastman warships.
He quickly issued a few orders.
"Vara, have your men use drills to take care of the Beastman warships. I want these rubbish piles to sink into the sea and turn into coral reefs."
"Mogor, after you've dealt with the Sacred Swordsmen, attack the transport ships."
Duque turned to Fareville. "Don't worry about Dylin, and don't worry about your position in the alliance. As I promised, as long as you fight this battle well, you and your fleet will be under Stormwind's command. "
A so-called duke who had left his own kingdom and was only left with a noble position in name, and had become a pirate, of course he could not be compared to Duke who was the most popular person in the alliance. Ferrvier bowed deeply, but no one noticed that Ferrvier's face was twitching in pain.
Kurtiras' Second and Fourth Fleets, the original Stormwind Kingdom's Fleet, and the Bloodsail Fleet sailed northeast at high speed. They wanted to send as many Beastmen as possible to the bottom of the sea to feed the fishes while the Beastmen were defenseless.
Duque jumped out of the ship, and the surging seawater froze beneath his feet. This time, there was no need to save fifty thousand Stormwind soldiers, and Duque did not waste any mana. He only kept the ice within a radius of fifty meters.
As the waves surged, Duque bobbed up and down on the ice. Of course, Duque was indeed close to a huge Beastman warship.
At this moment, a few huge figures appeared.
Duque narrowed his eyes.
Two Demonic Guards wielding large weapons and two even larger Apocalypse Guards. These four Demons lined up and surrounded the Beastman Warlock in the middle as they floated above the sea.
"Hehe! Greetings, human mage, I am Locama Sharktooth. Warlock of the Storm Marauder Clan. "The old and hunchbacked orc politely placed his left hand on his chest and saluted Duque.
Duque frowned. Sure enough, he had messed up the course of the world. Locama Sharktooth was indeed a famous Ranker. Before Gul 'dan fell into a coma because of Medivh, he was the unofficial leader of the Shadow Council, second only to Gul' dan.
The problem was that in normal history, this old Warlock … was slaughtered by Gul 'dan and used as a test subject to create a Death Knight.
Why was he still alive!?
Furthermore, he was so strong!
As if he was disgusted by the surging waves, a terrifying black aura spread out from his body, and the huge waves were completely separated in a radius of 200 meters around him and Duke. It was the sea, but the surface was as calm as a lake.
Countless fish and prawns that could not escape in time lost their lives under the dark power and floated to the surface.
More than ten teleportation doors opened around Locama.
More demons came out.
More than a hundred imps, dozens of burly Voidwalkers, twenty coquettish Succubi, and ten Demon Hounds. Of course, the most powerful ones were the Demonic Guards. There were already more than 200 of them and they were still increasing.
This was practically a small Demon Army.
Could a Demon Warlock who specialized in Demon Element be this powerful?
Or should I say, as expected of the former number two powerhouse of the Shadow Council?
The ice under his feet continued to extend forward. Duque continued to walk forward and answered in a loud voice.
"Duke Marcus!"
Reputation was such a thing.
No matter how honorable you were, if the other party did not know about you, they would not care about you.
Once you were famous, whether it was for fame or notoriety, your name would be your calling card.
Once you announced your name, all the notes would appear in the other party's mind.
Not many Beastmen would know the names of the kings of the Seven Kingdoms of the Human Alliance, even if there were countless Beastmen wreaking havoc in the ruins of Stormwind City.
Perhaps many Beastmen remembered Lothar who had killed the previous Great Chief, but there was only one human that the entire tribe was familiar with. He was the destroyer of over 200,000 Beastmen, the Inferno Apostle in the eyes of the Beastmen, the most sinister and cunning Great Demon King — Duke Marcus.
A gurgling sound came from Locama's throat, followed by a strange demonic cry that was neither human nor beast.
"Wahhhhh —"
A large amount of dark aura shot out from the gaps between the bone spurs and the muscles on his back. Then, Locama took out a bloody necklace from his Space Storage and put it around his neck.
Duque's pupils suddenly shrank, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably in anger.
It was very simple. Every "bead" on the necklace was a shrunken human head — the head of the Storm Royal Mage Legion.
He didn't have any deep relationships with them. Most of them were just nodding acquaintances to Duke, but every single one of them once had the same status as Duke.
Using their heads to make a forbidden magic tool was undoubtedly a blasphemy to the entire Stormwind City and even the entire Alliance.
Slap! Slap! Even though he was not attacked, Duque felt as if he had been slapped multiple times. His entire face was burning and stinging.
"Hehehe! Angry? Dissatisfied? No problem, you will soon become one of them. Ever since we fought with you human Mages, it has been a lucky day for us Warlocks. As long as we concentrate whatever magic circuit you have in your head and customize it, we can increase our spellcasting ability exponentially. Hahahahaha! "
Lockamard laughed wildly and waved his hand.
Ten of the largest teleportation portals appeared. Ten terrifying yellow-skinned demons with huge demonic wings stepped through the teleportation portals. The moment they appeared, they cast [Water Float] and stared at Duque viciously.
Duque suddenly raised his head.
"I have never liked to torture the souls of my defeated opponents, but for you, I have decided to make an exception!"
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