The advantage of being a transmigrator was on full display at this moment.
Knowing that Eden wasn't kind, Duque was able to stop the situation from worsening and turn defeat into victory.
Knowing Alexstrasza's true situation, Duque wasn't afraid of the Red Dragon Queen's revenge. Having so many of the dragon race's descendants killed was a very sad thing. But being controlled by Demon's Soul for a lifetime, being tortured by the crippled Beastman Nekros every day without being able to resist, and having to send the red dragons to their deaths — this was the true tragedy.
As long as Duque broke Demon's Soul's control over Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen wouldn't be able to thank him enough. Why would she vent her anger on him for slaughtering her descendants?
Thus, Antonidas's fear was completely unfounded.
Because of an unlikely event, he felt that he owed Duque a huge favor. Antonidas was also a model of taking advantage of others.
Oh, that wasn't entirely true. At the very least, the red dragon's scales and skin had earned him quite a bit.
Of course, this didn't stop Duque from showing off.
At the edge of Alterac City, Horde Chief Orgrim and his old comrades watched this scene in shock.
Duke, who was standing on top of the city, was like a god, waving his arms, summoning gales and blades of ice, wantonly splitting the sky, causing the giant dragons in the sky to scream and fall to the mortal world.
Not a single dragon could escape the terrifying storm. Not a single dragon had the ability to pass through the storm and give Duque the slightest blow.
These overlords of the sky that usually soared in the sky were now no better than pigs in a slaughterhouse, being slaughtered one-sidedly.
Orgrim guessed that this was the work of the humans' magic arrays. As a warrior, his knowledge of Mysticism was still lacking. However, that sense of crisis and that sense of urgency made Orgrim's mind frantically ring the alarm bells.
Seeing the battered and exhausted Zulusid flying over on his last dragon, Orgrim couldn't help but roar, "Is there any news of Gul 'dan?! The tribe needs his evil power right now! "
Zuluhed gritted his teeth and lowered his head. "I've already sent a messenger, but there's no reply."
"Then send more messengers. Two riders to a group, three riders to a group. If that doesn't work, then you can go yourself!" Orgrim was fuming.
He was a little confused. Could it be that every capital city in this world had such a powerful magic defense system?
Stormwind City burned down a hundred thousand Orcs.
As soon as Cuel Salas entered the country, he had to rely on Gul 'dan to break through the magic defense system.
Even Alterac, the weakest of the seven human kingdoms, had a magic formation that could annihilate hundreds of dragons. Wouldn't the magic defense of Lordaeron, the strongest human kingdom, be …
Orgrim didn't dare to imagine it.
Even after sending Zuluhid away, Orgrim was still in a bad mood. He could not help but mutter, "Does every kingdom have this many defensive magic circles?"
"That doesn't seem to be the case, Great Chief." A voice that Orgrim didn't recognize sounded.
The Great Chief turned around and saw an unfamiliar face. It was a Sword Saint of the Fireblade Clan. This young Sword Saint seemed to be here to report on a mission. The only thing that Orgrim was curious about was that the Sword Saint was carrying a human in each hand.
Sensing the Great Chief's suspicious gaze, the Sword Saint immediately explained in the Orc language, "Just now, I used Blade Storm to kill a lot of human nobles, but these two young humans with the Duke's insignia have magical defensive devices on their bodies and escaped death. I think they are very important human nobles. "
Able to block a Sword Saint's Bladestorm?
There weren't many of such devices, and even if there were, they were very expensive. Orgrim remembered that Samuro had said that he almost killed the King of Stormwind, and that the King did not have such anti-weapon devices.
Most Beastmen were uncouth, and only a few Great Chief were willing to learn the common language and human knowledge. However, the Fireblade Sword Saint, who was the strongest Assassin and scout of the Beastmen, was definitely an exception. Mastering the enemy's language and knowing who was the most valuable target was definitely a necessary lesson for an assassin.
Orgrim didn't care about the others, but before he used the spell, he had carefully told the Sword Saints about Alterac's noble insignia.
Just like the Sword Saint, Orgrim could tell just by looking at the badges of these two young humans.
Barov Family? Two Dukes? Brand new Duke insignia?
"Let's get back to what you were talking about, Sword Saint." As Orgrim spoke in Orc language, he flashed a sinister smile at the two young humans who were panicking.
The two of them were so scared that they peed their pants. There were obvious water stains on their crotches.
The Sword Saint didn't care at all and replied in Orc language, "I just casually asked them, and they swore that Alterac definitely doesn't have such a terrifying magic defense."
Orgrim was overjoyed. He turned to the two of them and spoke in human language, "I am the Great Chief of the Horde, Orgrim Doomhammer. The Horde's plan failed tonight, and I am very unhappy. Between the two of you, I'm only going to keep the most valuable one. The useless one will be the Ogre's dinner. "
He purposely grinned, letting his sharp, crisscrossed fangs dangle in front of the two similar looking fellows. In fact, to the two of them, he looked more like an Ogre.
"I'll talk, I'll talk! I'll tell you everything I know! Don't eat me! "The older one looked like he was about to cry.
"No! Listen to me, that useless Wildon doesn't know anything. "
"Don't listen to Alex!"
Orgrim was annoyed. He roared and pointed at one of them, "Shut up! I'll ask, you answer! "
Orgrim asked as he led the dispirited Chieftains. But as he asked, Orgrim's eyes lit up.
"Hahahaha!" The entire mountain path echoed with Orgrim's wild laughter. He patted Kilrogg Deadeye's shoulder, "We've found a treasure! Today is actually the Horde's lucky day! "
Orgrim didn't expect that what he couldn't accomplish with so many powerful chiefs would be accomplished by the two kids that were captured by the Sword Saint.
These two young men weren't just any Tom, Dick, or Harry. They were the two precious sons of Duke Barov — Wildon Barov and Alex Barov.
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