The sound of Zu Jin hitting the arcane guards was so loud that the entire ground seemed to let out a cry of pain at that moment. However, this was the last sound of battle on the battlefield.
Apart from a few troll powerhouses who had been strengthened by the Storm Altar and used the power of wind to fly across the huge crack in the ground, 99% of the trolls were left behind.
In the huge crack, the groans of the trolls could still be heard. It was conceivable that there wouldn't be too many trolls that survived, nor too few. The incomparably strong vitality of the trolls meant that as long as their heads and hearts weren't destroyed, they would be able to heal themselves perfectly.
This wasn't important. The trolls in the crack had nowhere to escape. After they climbed out, what awaited them was death.
Duque floated down from the top of the city wall with [Slow Fall], landed accurately in front of Kael 'thas, and extended his hand to the elven prince.
"Congratulations, Your Highness Kael 'thas. This is a perfect counterattack! Looks like I can save my people a few hundred kilometers, "Duque said loudly, his voice so loud that hundreds of people around him could hear him clearly.
If the elves had suffered hundreds of casualties in exchange for the destruction of 50,000 trolls before the war with the Horde, the High Elves would definitely have shown Duque what it meant to be "high."
That kind of arrogant attitude of superiority couldn't be suppressed at all.
Now, anyone with a bit of brains knew that this was purely Duque hanging the last fig leaf for the glory of the High Elves. A day ago, the High Elves who had been beaten like dogs were hiding in their main city. Even their last magical defense array had been broken by the Horde. They were like a young girl in thin clothes waiting helplessly in a corner to be ravaged by their enemies.
Duque had made a dazzling appearance.
The awe-inspiring might of repelling thousands of troops with one flag told the High Elves about the changes in the outside world, and also how terrifying Duque's power was.
If not for Duque scaring away the main force of the Horde with the orcs as the core, the elves wouldn't have been able to take revenge on the trolls.
If they hadn't resolved the siege as soon as possible, how could the scattered elven soldiers and civilians who were temporarily hiding in various parts of the Long Song Forest escape the ferocious extermination of the trolls?
Moreover, after losing 70,000 troops, the elves could no longer straighten their backs.
Kael 'thas was also very straightforward. He bowed to Duque on the spot. "No, no, no. This is all thanks to your full support, Duque. We were able to cross the gates of hell and return to this world."
Duque knew how to conduct himself, and Kael 'thas knew how to conduct himself even better. Naturally, both the host and the guest were happy.
Next up was cleaning up the battlefield and sweeping up the scattered Giant Demons. Aside from sending out a large number of Demon Spirits, Duque had nothing else to do.
The cracks created by the Rune Stone Formation were almost forty meters deep. This was a terrifying height for mortals. Most of the trolls who were forced to fall by the flames fell to their deaths. There were still quite a few Giant Demons who managed to avoid death by falling onto their companions.
Of course, the elves would not let them go. Under Du Ze's instigation, they poured things like kerosene into the fire and burned those who were still alive. The healing power of the Giant Demons was useless in front of the flames.
In fact, Duque really wanted the elves to attack from both sides and destroy Orgrim's elite troops in Cuel Salas. Unfortunately, while the elves complained about the heavy losses and the lack of troops to maintain order in the country, most of them were scared out of their wits.
Didn't they see the Wildhammer Dwarves coming out in full force?
The elves refused to move.
Duque still had to move. Even if it was not the right time to fight Orgrim, he could at least not let him act recklessly.
Duque called for Kudran Wildhammer and his Griffin Knights to chase in the direction of the Horde's retreat.
"Wait! I'm going too! " Aurelia whistled. Under the stunned gazes of Duque and the Dwarves, a group of Rangers mounted the Griffin's back.
"Damn it! What if a battle breaks out? "Kudran protested loudly.
"Then I'll trouble you to drop us near the top of the tree. A Windwalker ranger who didn't fall to his death in the forest! "Cirvanas shouted loudly.
Aurelia hugged Duque's waist from behind, "Thank you for solving the Giant Demon crisis, but I don't know why, but I'm a little worried about what Orgrim will do."
This was exactly what Duque was worried about.
Running away like a dog with its tail between its legs was not the style of the Beastmen.
The Griffin's speed was very fast. Flying at full speed at 70 to 80 kilometers per hour was not a problem. Of course, considering the Griffin's endurance and food supply, flying at 60 kilometers per hour was the most ideal. If the Griffin really flew at full speed, he would need to at least get a whole cow to replenish it.
Where would he find a thousand cows in Cuel Salas …
That evening, when he saw the light in the distance reaching the horizon, Duque's worst prediction appeared — a fire in the Long Song Forest!
It was the middle of summer, the time when forest fires were most likely to happen. From afar, dozens of flames could be seen rising from the southern part of the Long Song Forest. Obviously, this was not a natural fire at all.
"Orgrim, you bastard!" Aurelia's pretty face was filled with anger and sorrow, and within a few breaths, her tears were all over her face. Not only her, but all the Elves in Duque's vision also showed expressions of grief and despair.
Duque was silent.
As a transmigrator from a metropolis, he might never learn the ranger's love for nature. He also could not understand the grief they felt after the forest was burned, as if they had lost their loved ones.
It was obvious that the Horde had left after the fight with the Giant Demons last night. But after Orgrim had the Horde march slightly out of the Long Song Forest, he aimed at the direction of the wind and set fire.
The more densely packed areas were obviously the work of the Wolf Riders, and it could be seen that the fires were more concentrated.
If he wasn't wrong, it would be the work of Zuluhid's Red Dragon.
The rolling flames swept across the front of the forest like a huge wave. The intense heat evaporated every trace of moisture in the air, and the forest swayed like a mirage under the light of the setting sun.
There were many black spots swaying back and forth in the sky, spitting out long beams of light — there was no need to guess, those were the Wyverns.
Although the lush Long Song Forest did not lack rain in the summer, and the trees had just been soaked by the rain, they were instantly burned to ashes by the blazing hot dragon breath.
The thick black smoke, coupled with the darkness of the night, began to block the sun.
The flames showed no signs of stopping, and followed the hot summer wind to engulf the trees further away. Although it was not enough to destroy them instantly, it was enough to set them ablaze. The fire spread endlessly in all directions, engulfing one tree after another. It was like a plague that was spreading at high speed.
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