Seeing the arrogant Wings of Death suddenly use the ultimate move 《Soaring Dragon Flash》 and actually run away with its tail between its legs, every dragon was dumbfounded.
Nethario … ran away just like that?
What happened to the glory of the dragon race?
What happened to the resistance to the end?
This was not right!
"We can't let him escape!" Nozdormu suddenly came to a realization.
"Give chase, now!" Malygos replied anxiously.
"Agreed!" the Queen of Dreams said calmly. Ysera looked at Alexstrasza, who was still circling. Even she was in disbelief at how she had torn the Black Dragon King apart. "Sister?"
"Chase!" the Red Dragon replied. "We have to chase him to the death! Otherwise, I'll be in trouble … "
The Red Dragon Queen thought of Duque's jinx.
If she could not deal with Nethario here, she would owe Duque a huge debt!
The four Dragon Aspects flapped their wings at the same time and continuously sped up to chase the rebellious Black Dragon.
"Ah! It's gone! "Gavin Rad, who was watching the show, looked at the empty sky in shock.
"I'm still researching how many Breaking Dawn spells each of their moves is equivalent to." Rhonin was very professional.
"What a beautiful firework!" Sasha was mischievous.
"There are more on the ground over there!" Duque, who was even more mischievous, pointed at the tribal camp that had been burned to ashes in the distance.
Yes, the five powerhouses were fighting in the sky, and hundreds of Red Dragons were cleaning the ground.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
So clean!
More than ten Red Dragons would descend side by side, like a plane scattering pesticides, covering the entire area. Under the accurately calculated dragon's breath, the scorching flames covered the entire Orc camp, leaving nothing behind and no blind spots.
When the extremely hot dragon's breath passed, there was not even a struggling man on fire. It was all charred black.
Other than the Orcs on the outermost periphery of the camp, not many Orcs had the chance to escape. However, only the strongest Orc clan could occupy the best territory. The flatter and more convenient the territory was, the more powerful the clan would occupy it. Whether it was territory or camp, this had been the rule since ancient times.
The result was that almost all the second-tier clans were burned in this battle.
Not many of the unranked clans in the periphery escaped. Seeing that there weren't many Orcs, the furious Red Dragons didn't bother to use their Dragon Breath. They swooped down and picked up the Orcs, throwing them high into the sky. Then, the Orcs screamed, "Ahhh!" Some of the Orcs just stood there, sweeping their dragon claws from the left and slapping their dragon wings from the right, killing the Orcs like how humans would kill cockroaches.
The spectators, who had moved their seats to the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain, had a great time watching!
"Jiji. That dragon looks like a newbie. The angle of its dive is terrible, and it can't really use up its Dragon Breath. "Duque made a professional comment.
At that moment, Sai Dan Dathrohan and General Abbendis arrived.
Duque asked, "Where are Uther and Tirion?"
Sai Dan was stunned for a moment, then she smiled. To be honest, among the first generation of Paladins, only the three from Stormwind were close to Duque. These Paladins from Lordaeron were only slightly closer to Duque than nodding acquaintances.
But Sai Dan was a friendly person. He didn't care about etiquette and shrugged. "Oh! They're very responsible, unlike a certain deputy commander who slacks off after settling the big things. "
Sai Dan's teasing of Duque made Gavin Rad's face turn red. The rest of the assault team was clearly still fighting the stubborn Orcs in the passage of the fortress, but they were just spectators. It was a little unkind at the end of the day.
Who knew that Duque would be so thick-skinned. "Don't abuse the old! I'm old, and it's already amazing that I can complete the mission. I can't fight anymore. The world will belong to you young people in the future! "
The old man's tone caused the people around him to burst into laughter. But seeing Duque's appearance, Sai Dan and Abbendis couldn't laugh anymore.
Most of his hair was white, and the skin on his arms was a little shriveled. When he smiled, his face was full of wrinkles … It was hard to imagine that Duque was actually just a 17-year-old young man.
"Sir Marcus, your curse …" Abbendis stopped halfway through his sentence.
Duque smiled. "The Red Dragon Queen just lifted the curse for me."
"You've worked hard, Your Excellency." Abbendis bowed heavily. "Not only that, I'm also very grateful for your help at such a crucial time."
Beside him, Sai Dan bowed together.
At this time, it wasn't just Abbendis. Everyone present felt the same — Duque had really worked hard. The entire continent, the ten countries, and the three major races added up to almost ten million people. It was unbelievable that such a thin young man had to bear such a heavy burden.
This was the fortune of the Alliance, but in a sense, it was also their tragedy. It was precisely because so many kings couldn't come to an agreement that the compromise that seemed so terrible before, but now seemed so wise — letting Andoine and Duque take power.
Gavin Rad looked at the destroyed Orc camp in the distance with hope in his eyes. "If that's the case, maybe the war will end in a year."
"A year?" Duque pursed his lips. "The war will end with the Alliance's victory in four months."
Everyone was shocked. Such a large-scale war between the Alliance and the Horde, and Duque actually said it would end in four months?
Abbendis was the most sensitive about the situation. "Four months? We don't know how many Orc reinforcements there are on the other side of the Dark Portal. Your Excellency, isn't this too … "
Duque waved his hand. "No, four months is already a conservative estimate. But it's good that everyone knows this. Don't spread it for now. As for the rest, I'll tell the kings at the throne meeting. "
At this moment, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement and ecstasy.
If someone else had said it, they might have scoffed. But who was the one who said it?
It was the deputy commander of the Alliance, the invincible and outstanding military strategist, and the Alliance's hero, Duke Marcus!
From the first prediction of the Horde's attack on Southshore to the defense line at the South Stream Coast, the Battle of the Hinterlands, the Battle of Cuel Salas, and the Battle of Lordaeron, Duque's military theory of "killing the enemy is the most important" had led the Alliance from a disadvantage where all the kings had fallen to the Horde to a path of total victory. If his judgment was still wrong, who else in the Alliance could believe in the inference of the war situation?
"Really!?" Sasha was overjoyed. "Then what are we waiting for? Quickly go back and tell everyone this news! And … Big Sis must be anxious. "
Duque's facial muscles twitched. "I still have to wait for the Red Dragon Queen. I need her to help me recover the life I lost. Otherwise, how can I face people like this?"
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