"It's Duke Marcus?!"
"It's Duke Marcus!"
"It's really Duke Marcus!"
Beastmen were very one-track minded. They worshipped their own culture and heritage. Apart from a very small number of ambitious people, most Orcs would rather fight a Giant Dragon than learn even a single character in another language.
There were not many foreign names that ordinary Beastmen could remember.
90% of Beastmen didn't even know what Trolls were called. They were often called "Skinny" when they needed to.
However, every Beastman remembered a nightmarish name – Duke Marcus. They also remembered his blue flag with the symbol of a tornado.
Because this flag represented a terrifying legend that no Orc hero had been able to break until now. There was only one meaning to this myth, and that was — the blood of five hundred thousand Orcs.
From the Elven Forest fire, to the burning of Stormwind City, to the massacre by the battleship flying the blue Stormwind flag when crossing the sea, to the two meat grinder battles in Southshore, to the Hinterlands being toyed with time and time again.
Duque was the absolute nightmare of the Beastmen!
Beastmen often complained that Warlocks used demonic powers. However, in the eyes of most Beastmen, Duque was the true King of Demons.
Rumor had it that Duque had endless magic power and countless Devil's Hands. When he released the flames of hell, he could destroy the heavens and earth. He could blow up a planet with one move, and pierce through the entire universe with two moves.
Most Beastmen were illiterate anyway. The more they spread, the more unbelievable it became.
If Orgrim was leading the hotheads who had just come from the Dark Portal. Perhaps Orgrim would even try to trick them into testing the waters.
Obviously, they weren't.
They were the last elites of the Blackrock tribe, but they were also survivors who had been tortured and killed by Duque multiple times. They could kill any kingdom in the world without hesitation, or the owner of any flag, except for the owner of this flag.
The former chief and great chief, Blackhand, was dead.
Close to sixty thousand Blackstone elites had become burial goods for Stormwind City.
…
Even the Blacktooth Clan, which had split off from the Blackrock Clan, had suffered heavy casualties in the recent battle of the Arathi Highlands due to an Elemental Giant Princess who had appeared out of nowhere.
Almost all of Duque's victories were built on the pain of the Blackrock Clan.
In the Blackrock Clan, every household had the name of Duque, which was equivalent to the God of Death.
The morale of the entire Orc camp declined at a visible rate.
All of them lowered their heads, not even daring to look at the flag.
Orgrim, who had never drunk Demonic Blood, maintained the natural reddish-brown skin of a Beastman, but now his face was ashen.
He was livid at the disappointment of his fellow clansmen.
His face was also ashen because of another matter.
"Gul 'dan! Did that female long ears use the power of the Storm Altar?! "Orgrim grabbed Gul 'dan in shock and asked hurriedly.
Gul 'dan glanced at him, then lowered his head and replied, "Correct."
This time, Orgrim did not feel anger at the disappointment of his clansmen. Instead, he felt a bone-chilling coldness. It was as if in that instant, the illusory Death Scythe had brushed past his majestic body like an untraceable cold wind.
Everything that had happened since he had landed in the Hinterlands replayed in his mind like a movie.
Orgrim suddenly felt like he was a clown dancing in the palm of a ghost. He had thought that it was a good move to get a new force to join him and attack the main city of the Elves from thousands of miles away. Who knew that everything he had done, every step he had taken, was all within Duque's calculations.
If the evidence was not obvious before, everything could be explained from the moment he deciphered the runestone.
Duque also coveted the power of the runestone, but due to the good relationship between the Elves and humans, he could not take the initiative to do it. So, he used the Orcs to destroy the runestone first, and then took advantage of it himself.
The Elves did not belong to the Lordaeron Alliance. No matter how many Elves died, it had nothing to do with him, a human, or the Alliance.
So, he could watch coldly from the perspective of a bystander as hundreds of thousands of Elves were slaughtered by the allied forces of the Orcs and the Trolls, until the Elves could not take it anymore and gave in.
Of course, the Horde had taken all the notoriety.
It was obvious that Duque had reaped all the benefits!
Even though Orgrim did not know what Duque had gotten, it was clear that Duque had gotten what he wanted. That was why he had raised the flag to warn the Horde.
Zuluhid did not seem to care, and muttered, "So what if that Duque is here? I don't believe he can save so many Long Ears by himself. "
"Hmph!" Orgrim snorted coldly, "Duke Marcus has nothing to do with the holy power that his monarch believes in. He can even burn down the main city of his own country. Why can't he burn down the city of the Long Ears when the Horde attacks this one, and let us be buried with the Long Ears? "
If he could be so cruel to himself, he would definitely be even more cruel to others!
This logic seemed to be accurate.
It was a pity that Orgrim would never know that Duque's origins had nothing to do with Stormwind City!
Orgrim felt bitter. The great chief hesitated.
With regards to Duke's defensive skills, Orgrim definitely had a deep understanding of them. The cries of his compatriots who had died under the three-dimensional attacks seemed to echo in Orgrim's ears.
If Orgrim had the Horde's army at hand, he would have a steady stream of Orc reinforcements with the Dark Portal's supply line at his back. Perhaps Orgrim really did not believe it, and wanted to fight Duque.
No matter what, destroying a race's capital was still something that boosted the morale of the race.
That was under the premise that Duque did not interfere.
But now, the situation had changed drastically. Originally, Orgrim thought that even if Grom Hellscream's main force could not take down the capital of the strongest human kingdom, Lordaeron, they would still be able to deal a heavy blow to the allied forces. Who would have thought that Grom's assault would be destroyed by a new flaming weapon invented by Duque?
He only found out about this after he promised Zu Jin to attack the Elves and stepped into the Long Song Forest.
Grom could no longer rely on his own forces to break out of the encirclement, and needed his Blackrock clan. He did not have the capital to waste any more time here. Moreover, Duque's personality was one that would bite off a piece of flesh from you even if he suffered heavy losses. This gave Orgrim a headache the most.
With all these factors in mind, Orgrim believed that retreating was the only option. He would never have thought that if he really wanted to fight, Silverymoon would not be able to withstand it …
"Inform Zu Jin! Retreat! "The great chief ordered.
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