Duque said calmly, "You played a part in the birth of the Death Knights."
Duque spoke again, "You want to go to the Kalimdor Continent, right?"
"No —" Saar and Rexxar screamed at the same time.
Orgrim lifted the heavy [Hammer of Destruction] with difficulty and handed it to Saar. "This hammer of mine has accompanied me for my entire life. Now, it's yours. From today onwards, you are the fourth chief of the Horde. "
After a while, Orgrim seemed to have affected his wounds and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he said, "Are we still going to fight?"
The Alliance soldiers lined up neatly and slowly retreated step by step, creating a clear dividing line in front of the chaotic Horde.
Saar hesitated, but Orgrim nodded. "That's right!"
Duque did not speak and let Orgrim laugh.
The noise of battle in the distance became softer. It was obvious that the Alliance and the Horde had joined forces and the Undead had lost their commander.
Suddenly, a horn sounded from the main battlefield.
Even though Duque knew that the Scourge Army did not have a direct relationship with the Burning Legion's Dreadlord, Duque did not dare to take the risk.
Kael 'thas was the same. He also threw a huge fireball the size of a carriage at the Dreadlord's head.
Duque and Kael 'thas flashed, trying to get past these annoying high-level Undead.
Even if they chased, they might not be able to catch up.
With Cuel Salas still around, this was likely to be a serious diplomatic problem.
Then, the atmosphere was a sad parting of life and death.
Everyone saw a mocking smile on his face.
On many battlefronts, after the Undead were wiped out, both sides fell into an awkward standoff. Fortunately, whether it was the Horde's centurions, chiliarchs, or the Alliance's lieutenants, they restrained their soldiers.
They had no choice but to retreat. No one knew what the Scourge Army had up their sleeves.
"Yes!" Saar gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Ahhhh!" Grom immediately roared, slashing down with all his might with [Bloodhowl] that he had just raised.
There was still the possibility of losing Kael 'thas!
18 Undead Knights and 18 Liches arrived beside the Dreadlord in an instant. These high-level undead swarmed forward, blocking everyone's path of pursuit.
If they wanted to continue the chase, they would have to abandon Kael 'thas and let this noble prince block the two Dreadlords while Duque chased after them.
"Damn it!" Duque raised his hand and conjured a bunch of [Hand of Magic] s, instantly casting spells that rained down like a downpour.
Even if they caught up to him, they might not be able to defeat him.
Orgrim squinted at Duque who was standing two meters away from him, then glanced at the Alliance and the Horde. He opened his mouth weakly and spoke in the common language, "This is bad. I've been fighting with you for so many years. I've thought about it many times. Either I'll kill you, or I'll be killed by you. But I never thought that we would work together at the end of our lives, and then I'll be killed by that monster … Ahem!"
Duque waved his hand without turning back, "Farewell, Orgrim!"
Saar supported Orgrim's body, but he could not stop the frosty blood from spurting out of the wound on Orgrim's chest.
When Duque and Kai Zi returned to the main battlefield, more than half of the 36 cannon fodder summoned by the Dreadlord were dead. These mid-level Undead Knights and Liches were not a match for the heroes. Without much thought, Duque and Kai Zi worked together to clear out the rest.
[Dark Summoning]!
Saar still could not believe his eyes when he saw Duque leading his army away. Even when the Alliance's army retreated in an orderly manner under the sound of the horn, Orgrim could not believe his eyes.
Duque was referring to one year at the Dark Portal. In order to make up for the lack of Horde warriors, Orgrim agreed to Gul 'dan's request to insert the corpses of human knights into the souls of Horde warlocks to make them Undead Knights.
The only fortunate thing was that Orgrim's soul wasn't sucked into [Frostmourne] with the help of two Paladins. After all, Arthas didn't have the time to inject enough Dark Power into the [Frostmourne].
Usually, at a distance where they could see each other's fangs or eyes clearly, the two sides would have already started fighting. Today was a little special …
The lieutenants immediately understood, "All troops, retreat 30 meters!"
Duque shook his head, "Maybe we will fight again in the future, but not now. But not now. We have a more terrifying common enemy — the Scourge Army. "
Duque clenched his teeth, "Retreat!"
"Hehehehe!" One was red, and the other was blue. The goat horns on the foreheads of the two Dreadlords trembled, and they let out sinister chuckles at the same time.
Orgrim pointed in the direction where Duque had left. "See that, Saar? That is the bearing of a legendary hero of the Alliance! Firm, far-sighted, and able to distinguish between priorities. You still have a lot to learn. But I believe in you. Your achievements in the future will definitely not be inferior to Duke Marcus. "
Kael 'thas heaved a sigh of relief when Duque gave the order to retreat.
At this moment, Saar's face was covered in tears as he nodded heavily again.
Orgrim laughed, his laughter filled with desolation and unfulfilled wishes. "Goodbye, my good opponent!"
Kael 'thas was not confident in facing an unknown opponent of this level. He had thought that Duque would chase him to the end, but he had never seen Duque be so rational.
It was the Dreadlord that Antonidas had chased away, a different Dreadlord with a completely different color.
Mograine had tried to use [Holy Light] to save this temporary teammate, but it was completely ineffective. If wounds caused by the Demon God-level [Frostmourne] could be healed so easily, it would not be [Frostmourne].
Orgrim … probably wouldn't be able to survive.
"Go to the South Stream Coast. I will allocate some ships for you. The quality won't be good, but it should be enough for you to reach the other side of the sea. The Alliance will not attack you along the way. But for those who have not joined the Alliance, you will have to think of a way yourself. "With that, Duque left without looking back.
Orgrim admitted frankly, "Hahaha! That's right! Speaking of which, this is also my sin. Haha! The person who created the Death Knight died in the hands of the Death Knight. Hahaha! Irony! How ironic! "
Although they did not want to admit it, the leaders of the three tribes, including Saar, could only nod. This terrifying undead army was definitely the enemy of the living.
Unfortunately, this powerful strike missed. A purple figure as fast as the wind grabbed Arthas and Frostmourne, which was still attached to the severed hand.
The price of doing so was too high.
On the other side, Orgrim was already in a dying state.
Grom and Rexxar stood behind the two chiefs, holding their weapons tightly. Even if the situation was unfavorable, as long as Orgrim spoke or the Alliance made any moves, they would not hesitate to fight.
But they immediately realized that there were two Dreadlords blocking in front of them.
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