When Mograine was worried that something had happened to Duque and ran back with his guards to look for him, all he saw was a lone figure with tear stains on his face.
"Where's Miss Barov?"
"I sent her back to Stormwind City."
It was only right to send the women and non-combatants away before the battle started.
But what was with the tear stains on Duque's face?
What was up with the sudden surge in his aura and the surging elements in his body?
Mograine had not seen Duque for more than a decade.
Even during the battle where Duque and all of Karazhan had disappeared, Duque and Mograine had fought on different battlefields, one in the north and one in the south.
Mograine's impression of Duque was that he had unparalleled intelligence and courage, but was not strong himself.
He had never been able to equate Duque with the strong.
But now, it was different. Even a Paladin like him, who was not familiar with the Occult, could feel Duque's power.
Duque had become a Breaking Dawn Wizard?
No!
No!
Compared to Antonidas, he was still a little lacking.
They both had that kind of surging elemental aura, but … there seemed to be a difference in quality.
Even so, it was still very terrifying.
Duque was not even 30 years old yet, right?
Holy Light above, he still looked like he was 18 years old.
Mograine's shock was only limited to this. If he had known that Duque was already immortal, perhaps he would have been truly envious and jealous.
Quickly collecting his thoughts, they looked down the mountain.
The battle between the Orc army and the Scourge army had reached its climax.
The elite Orc warriors from Warsong and Frostwolf formed a five-kilometer long battle line, holding off the Undead Tide that was surging from the north to the south.
Under the maintenance of this battle line, further south was the migrating Orc army.
Countless Orc women and children carried them on their shoulders and arms, leading the small Orcs as they ran.
It would be impossible for a human to pass through the Hillsbrad Plains in such a short time under the attack of the Undead Creatures.
Humans had to bring their families and belongings with them. It was destined that human civilians could rarely travel more than fifty kilometers a day.
The Orcs were different.
The Orcs used the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed. They were used to a life of hunting, so they were not afraid of starving to death even if they were empty-handed.
Moreover, many Beastmen had just been released from prison, so none of them had any assets.
As a result, the speed at which the Orc women and children marched was even faster than a fully armed human army.
"Attack! You bunch of brainless people! " Ras Frostwhisper roared. The soul punishment of a high undead made a large number of intermediate undead tremble.
They roared and used the shouts from their souls to drive away the zombies, ghouls, and other low-level undead. They were like endless waves that crashed into the orc battle formation.
This time, Ras Frostwhisper wasn't the only one who was startled. Even Arthis was startled.
"Orcs? Those filthy creatures … "Arthis's fall was on the spiritual level, but it did not mean that he had been brainwashed.
On the contrary, he knew very well how powerful the Orcs were.
When he was growing up, Uther had made him fight against Orc slaves in order to train him. Similarly, before he had fallen, he had also participated in the suppression of the Orc uprising.
Most importantly, he had personally experienced the battle where Lordaeron City had almost fallen, and felt the fear that made him feel ashamed and uneasy even to this day.
Even though he no longer thought that he had human emotions, the rage of revenge still drove him to make a decision.
Arthis waved his hand.
The huge black flag began to move.
Beside him were hundreds of Death Knights riding skeletal warhorses.
They had all fought alongside Arthis in their lives, from Andorhal in Lordaeron all the way to the bone-chilling Northrend. It was only when Arthis pulled out Frostmourne and fell that Arthis took their lives and turned them into elite Death Knights.
As soon as they started their charge, the Orcs immediately sensed them.
Thrall shouted, "Orgrim! Do you have any good ideas? Looks like a very powerful guy is coming! "
Orgrim glanced at the Orc women and children behind him, who still had a third of them, and suddenly turned back. "Thrall! As the future star who will shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving the Orcs, you answer me as a Great Chieftain in waiting! Will you abandon your people because of the danger!? "
"No! Never!" Thrall's answer was sonorous and powerful!
Nearby, Grom, Rexxar, and the tens of thousands of Orcs who were fighting with passion all smiled at the same time.
“Lok-tar，ogar”
If we don't win, we will rather die!
How many years had it been?
Who knew how many years it had been since the Orcs had shouted such a domineering slogan with tens of thousands of people as a unit.
At this moment, the old Orcs who had experienced the second battle at the Dark Portal felt like crying.
It was another series of extremely fierce slashes, and the zombies and ghouls that had rushed to the front of the orc formation fell like wheat being cut down, one by one.
At this moment, Arthas's Death Knights charged over.
The Skeletal Warhorses looked so thin that only bones were left, but because they emitted an even denser aura of death, the low-tier Undead in their path all retreated. The Skeletal Warhorses were like icebreakers, easily killing their way to the front of the Orc army in just a few minutes.
This was a clash without any fancy moves.
Would the giant wave break the dam?
Or would the dam break the giant wave?
The strongest sound since the start of the battle told the world an answer — it was a draw!
The Orcs were not good at defense.
Even though it looked like the Orcs were on the defensive side, that was just an illusion. The Orcs completely destroyed their enemies to maintain this so-called line of defense.
When the Death Knight arrived, the Death Knight would either instantly kill the Orc with Dark Magic, or the Orc would use its war hammer that was emitting a faint holy radiance to smash the Death Knight and the Skeleton Warhorse into dust.
The instant confrontation was like a tit against a tat.
This was a terrifying way of fighting that seemed more like mutual destruction, and it made the leaders of both sides feel a little pained.
"Kill —"
“Lok-tar！”
In the blink of an eye, it was a chaotic battle.
Just as the Death Knights charged into the battle line, even the Doomsday Army didn't notice that at the southernmost end of the Alterac Mountains, not far away, an army quietly entered.
At first, no one noticed this army because outside the army, there was a cold fog that covered a few square kilometers.
It felt no different from the Doomsday Army's cold canopy of undead.
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