No Beastman knew how Duque had become so strong all of a sudden.
As Duque's status rose, no one in the tribe could fight with Duque head-on and come back alive.
And Orgrim's understanding of Duke was still at Stormwind City, when he attacked Stormwind Stronghold and fought with him directly.
At that time, Duque gave Orgrim the feeling that if he had more time, he could still kill him. It was definitely not like now, where he felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness.
Even after being weakened twice, Orgrim was still unable to withstand the full power of Duque's Arcane Spell.
Countless times of superposition, the vibrating force instantly exploded on Orgrim's fist and spread throughout his body, making him feel as if he was going to be crushed into powder in the next moment.
Although the battle-hardened Orgrim instinctively knew that he would not die from this attack and would at most be seriously injured, the feeling of not being able to take down a bean-sprout-like opponent like Duque made Orgrim feel like a hero at the end of his road.
In that instant, he recognized that the one who stood in front for him was the Black Scar tribe's chief, Kashdrak.
The second was the mixed-blood Beastman hero, Leksa, whom the entire tribe had once despised and looked down on. As a mixed-blood Beastman and Ogre, he had a larger and sturdier body than Beastmen.
At the very last moment, the two heroes used their bodies to protect their Great Chieftain.
"So I'm so weak that I need someone else to protect me?" Orgrim muttered to himself. This feeling was so desolate …
Then, the excruciating pain that made the chief hover between life and death spread through him, and his vision went black.
"Chief!?" All the Beastmen and chiefs exclaimed in shock.
What was a leader?
A leader was the backbone of a group, the soul and backbone of a group.
No matter if it was because Orgrim had fought with Uther for so long and was only half injured, or because Duque had the upper hand in terms of technique, or because Duque had unleashed the Red Dragon Queen's aura to unleash such a shocking attack.
In the eyes of both the Alliance and the Horde, it was Duque who killed Orgrim in one hit!
Regardless of whether it was true or not, he would roar at it first.
"Orgrim is dead!"
"The Alliance will win!"
"Kill!"
Compared to the tribes whose morale first fell to the bottom, and then fell into the abyss, the Alliance's side was like an aphrodisiac first, and then on steroids.
This was especially so for those unscientific Paladins. In their peak condition, their radiance was even brighter than before.
These guys actually broke through on the battlefield!
He had broken through his own shackles!
He had broken through the limits of his spirit and body!
In terms of numbers and quality, the Horde still had the absolute advantage. However, in all directions, in the sky and on the ground, the Horde was being slaughtered by the Alliance like they were vegetables.
And at this crucial moment, Orgrim lost consciousness.
A snake could not do without its head.
Because the chief was unconscious, Zuluhid, who happened to be the vice commander, rode his dragon into the sky. The vice chief of the Blackrock Tribe, Sabek, was at the frontlines. The weakness of the lack of a unified command was magnified.
Kargath Bladefist, who was more bloodthirsty and cruel, ordered them to fight it out with the Alliance.
Kilrogg Deadeye, who was more rational and resourceful, ordered a retreat.
The two completely different orders created the greatest amount of chaos among the Beastmen.
If Orgrim and the others could break through the defensive line in front of the iron gate, then everything would be different.
If Orgrim had not impulsively thrown out the [Hammer of Destruction], perhaps the battle would still be in a stalemate.
Unfortunately, there were no 'ifs'.
"Long live Duke Marcus!" They shouted. In every passageway, every pass, every gate, there were the silhouettes of the Alliance's warriors chasing after the Horde.
Duque did not participate in this pursuit. Even though a Morning Star Mage could continuously recover his mana, he was really exhausted. Ever since he had been ambushed by Gul 'dan and activated the curse, he had not been able to sleep well for a single day.
The shadow of death had always been lingering around his soul. It was only when Alexstrasza, who had recovered her strength, instantly removed the curse and stopped the rapid loss of his life force, that he could finally take a breather.
It was not easy for him to make a huge comeback and take the greatest credit. The small credit should be given to the people below him. He could not just eat the meat while his brothers below him did not even get to drink the soup.
After confirming the Alliance's victory, Duque's legs suddenly turned to jelly.
Beside him, Sasha hurriedly supported Duque.
"Duque!? Are you alright? "
"I'm fine! I'm just a little exhausted after a full-powered attack. "
Completely subconsciously, Sasha let Duque's entire body lean against her without a care in the world. The approaching masculine aura caused Sasha to be a little confused, but her heart was filled with pride.
The world in front of her seemed to be a little blurry. The scenes described in the legends and reality intertwined. At this moment, it was as if she had returned to 2,800 years ago, when the humans and the High Elves worked together to expel the trolls in a dream-like war.
That was a war between the two races against the fate of death.
Back then, they had won everything.
2,800 years later, the new generation of elves and human heroes had once again returned to this battlefield, fighting for the sacred oath that had once again shone with glory.
And today, the one leading all of this was the man leaning against her.
A man who seemed weak but created miracles time and time again.
A man who had protected her and saved her life.
Sasha raised the longbow in her hands and shouted with all her might, "Long live Duque!"
Unlike the relationship between Aurelia and Duque, Sasha did not have the entanglement of fate that the two of them had. If one had to use an adjective to describe her relationship with Duque, perhaps it could be summed up as' fanatical worship '. A natural fanatical feeling that had come from going through the trials of life and death.
Facing Sasha, who suddenly turned around with a burning gaze and looked like she wanted to swallow him up, Duque was a little stunned. He then smiled bitterly, "I just feel like I've let Aurelia down!"
Sasha insisted, "Hmph! What's wrong with that? The High Elves don't mind polygamy, nor do they mind polygamy. I don't believe that Big Sister won't be willing to share you with me. "
"Uh, if, I said if …"
"There's no if. If there's really an if, I'll snatch you from Big Sister even if I have to shed all pretense of cordiality. We're all women, so why can't we snatch a good man? It's not in my character to silently back out and then wish the other party happiness. "
With that, Sasha directly gave Duque mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
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