The city could not be defended.
Without reinforcements, they could only unleash 50% of their 100 combat power unless they were destined to be massacred.
However, it was different with reinforcements. They could unleash 200% of their combat power.
Duque was here.
He really came! With an army of nearly a thousand Gryphons.
Before the Gryphons arrived, Duque moved. A series of flashing lights appeared in the air. The lights were so short and continuous that they left a long and huge arc in people's eyes. It went straight from the sky to the east gate of Rotterdam.
At this moment, when Rotterdam, the core of the alliance, was about to fall, Duque arrived.
"Hah —"
There was a loud sound in the sky, and Duque made his appearance.
The water elements in the air were gathering at a high speed, and the water in the moat was rising. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of Orc and human warriors, Duque gathered a large amount of water and poured it into the entire city gate in just a few seconds.
In just an instant, the city gate that was already open was completely blocked by a huge block of ice.
"Orgrim! Have you asked for my permission before attacking Rotterdam!? "A loud shout, amplified by magic, penetrated the entire Orc formation and reached far away.
Standing proudly on the city wall, Duque's mage robe fluttered in the bloody wind. His iconic Hand of Magic covered the entire sky above the east gate, and countless tri-colored Frostfire Arcane Missiles rained down on every Orc's head.
The soldiers of Rotterdam were often fighting a bloody battle just a moment ago, but in the next instant, they were shocked to find that the fierce and powerful enemies in front of them had already been blasted in half by a terrifyingly accurate magic spell.
All of a sudden, with the east gate as the center, the Orcs within 200 meters were emptied.
After a short moment of shock, the entire city wall immediately burst into thunderous cheers!
"Long live the alliance!"
"Long live Lord Marcus!"
"God bless Rotterdam!"
At this moment, Arthas, who was retreating to the palace under the cover of the royal guards, suddenly realized that the situation behind him had changed.
The city gate at the end of the long street was blocked by a huge translucent block of ice. Arthis turned around just in time to see the Horde that had just charged into the city being instantly killed by a gorgeous magic.
Countless white Hands of Magic rained down from the sky. The only one who could do this was the legendary vice commander of the Alliance, Duke Marcus, who had inherited the title of Hundred-Handed Reaper from his master.
Looking at the magnificent magic attacks and the Dwarf Griffin Knights hovering above the city walls and killing the Horde with their Thunder Hammers, Arthas suddenly felt ridiculous. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have run.
The griffin flew towards a tall tower near the city walls. When it almost stopped, an agile elven ranger jumped down from the griffin's back and stood on top of the tower, raining down arrows outside the city.
The extraordinary archery skills of the Elven Rangers were on full display at this moment. They could shoot arrows with a long parabola just by feeling, and with the help of the tower, they could extend the range to more than two hundred meters.
The griffin knights that flew back to the battlefield did not use their usual trick of letting the griffin swoop down to kill the Orcs. Instead, they dropped a large number of strangely shaped metal objects.
These large bombs produced by the goblins were more lethal than iron grenades. Once they were hit by an impact, they would immediately explode violently.
The battlefield was suddenly filled with explosions, and corpses and broken limbs were everywhere.
Watching this scene from afar, Orgrim's face turned green again.
Duque was definitely the only one who could make the great chief's brown-red face turn green again and again.
"Duque — Marcus —"
To Orgrim, to the entire Horde, this name was almost a nightmare. No, not a nightmare, but a terrifying existence that had been upgraded to a curse.
Again and again.
Again and again.
Every time the Horde saw the hope of complete victory, there would always be Duque or Duque's creation to stop the Horde from achieving complete victory. It was impossible for Duque to be like the gods of legend, leaving his avatars in every corner of the world at the same time.
On every battlefield, there were legends about Duque.
His stratagems, his commanders, the strange but effective mechanical creations he invented, they almost always restrained the Horde's offensive.
Orgrim could not help but wonder if the heavens had specially sent Duque to deal with their Horde!
If there was no Duque! The Horde would have conquered half of the World of Azeroth.
On the other side, on the balcony of the palace tower, the maids who had just exclaimed were silent. The royal guards standing at the side were dumbfounded. Everyone looked at Princess Kalia, who was shouting on the balcony, in a daze!
"Holy Light above! It's Duque! Oh — my hero! He has come to save me! He has come to save the entire Lordaeron City! Duque! Duque! Duque — "Laughing and shouting, Princess Kalia, who was usually gentle, virtuous, and so dignified that she could be called the model of a lady in the entire Lordaeron, was at this moment venting the grievances and fear in her heart.
Every young girl had the dream of a prince on a white horse.
The brutal Orcs had attacked.
When her father was not around …
When there was no minister or general around her that she could rely on …
When her young brother could not stop the enemy's invasion …
When she was already pessimistic and desperate, ready to die for her country …
Duque had come.
Riding on a pure white Gryphon.
A beautiful, majestic, and legendary Gryphon.
Just as she had prayed and hoped for, Duque had come at the most crucial moment.
As a savior, he had used his supreme magic to save Lordaeron City.
Kalia could not describe the ecstasy and excitement in her heart. She only knew that the fanatical worship had ignited every cell in her body. She only knew that her soul would be branded with Duque's name from now on.
She kept shouting Duque's name loudly, like a fanatic worshiping a god, willing to burn her life for him …
After slightly repelling the Horde, Duque suddenly appeared in front of the stunned Prince Arthas with a few flashes.
The guards instinctively got into a fighting stance, and when they saw Duque's Alliance emblem, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you Prince Arthas Menethil? I am the Alliance's Deputy Commander, Duke Marcus. "
Arthas wanted to take a good look at this legendary figure of the Alliance, who looked to be slightly shorter than him and only a few years older than him. But he knew that the military situation was urgent, and quickly said, "I am Arthas. Does the Deputy Commander have any orders? "
"The situation is urgent. I need Your Highness's authorization to open the teleportation circle in the east of Lordaeron City, as well as the control of all the Magic Towers in the entire eastern city."
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