The situation was very clear. It was not that the Horde would not act until they saw the rabbit, but that there was no way to deal with Mannoroth. The Orcs would always feel that someone was holding a dagger to their carotid artery.
This was the second time that the Orcs had been tricked into drinking demon blood!
Moreover, Mannoroth was the vanguard of the Burning Legion. If he was not dealt with, the army could not be assembled at all.
Since they were going to save 'Lord Howl' Grom anyway, it was better for Duque to be generous and let him handle it.
As for the magic circle, the Horde was confused. At this point in time, the Horde had yet to establish contact with the Shaman in their hometown. Even Sal himself was just a standard warrior, and he was not the powerful person who cultivated both magic and martial arts in the future.
Duque easily found a magic node in Gray Valley, which was a Moon Well. He then released dozens of Hands of Magic and set up a dazzling magic circle.
Seeing this scene, the Horde fell into silence.
Wojin gently encouraged Sal, "Don't be discouraged! The lifespan of humans is short, and a monstrous talent like Du Ke might not appear in a thousand years. "
In other words, Sal was younger. At most, he could wait until Duke died, then Sal would be able to make a name for himself.
"The Alliance is too strong. The rise of the Horde depends on your decision, young chief."
Sal nodded heavily.
Fifty meters away, a cross-shaped vein appeared on Duke's forehead. Although they were far apart, and Wo Jin deliberately spoke in the troll language that Sal could understand, the system elves' wide listening range and the ferocity of the translation software were too much for him to handle!
Hey! If I say that I'm immortal if I don't die at the hands of the demon, will your Horde collectively jump into the sea and commit suicide?
Yes, yes. Calm down, calm down …
The magic circle did not require much effort. Rather than saying it was a magic circle, it was more like a simple exorcism circle. As long as there was enough Stratholme Holy Water and Moon Well, everything else was only auxiliary.
The Moon Well was a good thing!
As the name suggested, the Moon Well was inextricably linked to the Well of Eternity. It turned out that after the Well of Eternity exploded ten thousand years ago, the energy of the well water formed the Azeroth Magic Web that we are familiar with today, while some other scattered energy was scattered all over the world.
Hence, the Night Elves rebuilt the scattered energy into the Moon Well to serve the Night Elves. Legend had it that the Moon Goddess slept in the Well of Eternity during the day. The Night Elves believed in the Moon Goddess, so they named the wells created by the scattered energy of the Well of Eternity as Moon Wells.
As the purest energy liquid, as long as the Moon Well wasn't overly polluted, it would have a purifying effect. Duque still remembered the days when he used to purify Devil Cloth into Moon Cloth to earn some money in the game.
Once everything was settled, Duque spent about an hour to catch up to Grom and his Warsong Beastmen under the guidance of Leksa's scouts.
He dismounted from the Wyvern and looked into the distance. They had just attacked a Night Elf base, and the Fel Orcs were wildly destroying it.
"Duke Marcus, seeing that … they will also be participating in the upcoming war against the Burning Legion … please try not to hurt them!" Leksa said in a low, muffled voice.
"You don't have to tell me, I will." Duque walked toward the camp filled with flames and blood without looking back.
On the other side —
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
"Ow ow ow ow —"
A dark green-skinned Night Elf Hunter stared at the sky with grievances. She had died a long time ago. She and her compatriots had died here after failing to fend off the Fel Orcs with all their might. However, the Fel Orcs controlled by the Devil's Blood did not let them go. Even in death, the Fel Orcs continued to attack the corpses as if they were going to chop their corpses into pieces.
Suddenly, the sky and earth darkened.
A cold wind that seemed to come out of nowhere instantly extinguished the fire here, causing every Fel Orc to shiver.
A huge illusion of Duque that was at least fifteen meters tall appeared at the entrance of the camp.
A voice amplified by magic rang out.
Seeing the figure of the human mage with his cloak fluttering in the wind, almost every Fel Orc's scarlet pupils shrank.
Especially Grom's Hellscream!
Duque's familiar and hated face easily evoked memories buried in his heart.
Duque held his hands flat, palms facing up, looking like a clergyman ready to hug a lost sheep. Of course, in the eyes of the Fel Orcs, this was an extremely disgusting scene.
Duque spoke, and with every sentence, his huge illusion took a step forward.
"Who is it? Who foiled the Horde's plot to occupy Azeroth? "
"Who is it? Let millions of Horde die in battle in another world, become bait in the sea, become rotten meat on the yellow soil? "
"Who is it? Defeated the great Great Chief Orgrim in your hearts and turned him into a prisoner? "
"Who is it? You were trapped in the wilderness for thirteen years and lived a miserable life, living in fear every single day? "
"Who else? Let hundreds of thousands of your compatriots become slaves! Let the next generation of Beastmen grow up in a cage? "
Five questions, one sharper and more provocative than the last.
Not to mention Grom's Hellscream and his Warsong Fel Orcs in the camp, even Rexxar, who was watching this scene from afar, could not help but tremble with anger.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Duque announced the answer himself.
"The one who defeated the Horde was me."
"The one who made millions of Horde warriors die in battle was me!"
"The one who dealt with your former Great Chief Orgrim was me!"
"The one who made you unable to own any land and could only live in pain every day in fear of being besieged was me —"
"The one who made the former warriors become human slaves was still me —"
At this point, the huge illusion of Duque showed an extremely evil smile that absolutely deserved a beating.
"Who am I? Am I not the great enemy of your Horde — Duke Marcus! "
Rexxar, who was far away, knew that this was a type of provocation. He knew that Duque was now an ally of the Horde, but he just could not help but have the urge to hack Duque to death!
If his clear-headed Horde was like this, how could the Fel Orcs, who were a little too hot-headed, endure it?
Duque's illusion arrogantly swept his finger across the entire field.
"I am not targeting any of you. I am referring to all the Fel Orcs here. You are all trash —"
"Not satisfied?! Come and bite me? "
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