For a moment, Rexxar's brain froze.
In his impression, Duque was always so calm and collected, with the demeanor of a great general, oh, a great commander. He always used light commands to send a large number of Orcs to hell.
Whether it was the first and second Battle of the Dark Portal, or the recent Battle of the Dalajan. Although the tribe had not figured it out before, how could they not think that Duque had deliberately given them heavy two-handed Holy Light weapons and dragged the tribe down with him?
His ability to include enemies and enemies who were not his allies made the higher-ups of every tribe tremble in fear.
That was why Rexxar had always subconsciously thought that Duque was the kind of sinister pretty boy that the humans talked about. When had he ever seen a Storm Duke and the commander of the Alliance act like such a ruffian?
On the other hand, even though he knew that everything Duque said was the truth, Rexxar was still furious. He knew that Duque was helping the tribe to provoke him and taunt him. Moreover, it was a group taunt. Even if he was angry, he could only swallow it!
The pain of being implicated made Rexxar grit his teeth as if he had a toothache.
Rexxar and the clear-headed scouts were already so angry, let alone the half-crazed Fel Orcs.
Duque was an enemy to begin with!
Duque's words were also asking for a beating!
Then what was there to think about?
F * ck him!
It was like a large bucket of ice water had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Including Grom, the Fel Orcs were completely enraged!
A classic "Lok 'tar!" The green tide formed by the Fel Orcs charged directly at the virtual image of Duque.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
"Tear him apart —"
"Kill Duke Marcus!"
The virtual image of Duque, who had just taunted them, turned around and ran without any heroic spirit.
Hmm! Running away after acting cool, how exciting!
The scouts here had made a big mistake. There were not five thousand Fel Orcs nearby, but nearly ten thousand.
Behind them were nearly ten thousand Fel Orcs with their weapons raised, madly chasing after Duque.
In front of him was the incomparably bitter Rexxar!
Leksa had never imagined that the sound of close to ten thousand Evil Beastmen roaring at the same time would be so shocking. It actually scared the Wyverns so much that they flew into the sky and refused to come down.
According to the original plan, they would sit on the wyverns and flee while letting Duque continue to release illusions to lure the violent guys on the ground.
When Leksa finally managed to summon the Wyvern, it was struck by Grom's flying axe, and there was nothing else to be done.
The problem was that there were two pitiful figures leading a group of guards who had been driven out of the forest by the Evil Beastmen.
"Woking? Thrall!? "Lexa's eyes almost popped out.
He immediately understood that Sal and Woking were still worried and had secretly followed him.
Leksa was just about to ask Duque to lead the Fel Orcs away, but Duque, that bastard, led all these Fel Orcs in Sal's direction.
Even a young hero like Sal felt weak when he saw thousands of his fellow countrymen with red eyes and saliva dripping from between their fangs. They could not be killed or hit.
As the saying goes, misfortune never comes alone. Suddenly, a rain of axes flew from behind.
Unsurprisingly, the people were fine, but Sal's Wolf and Woking's Velociraptor fell at the same time. Leksa turned sideways and knocked away the flying axes that were thrown at him. Then he found that Duque was actually running elegantly while nimbly dodging all the flying axes. This movement was not at all like that of a weak Mage.
"What are you looking at? Who said that Mages can't exercise? "Duque said righteously.
"You … can't you just lead the Fel Orcs into a trap? Why let everyone take the risk!? "Leksa instinctively protected his Great Chieftain.
"Hey! Sal, isn't that your compatriot behind you? I'm just here to help. " Duque waved at Sal, "You can't expect a human to wholeheartedly save your fellow Orcs, can you?"
Leksa's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.
Heavens!
It took almost an hour for the Wyvern to fly over. How long would it take to run back?
The problem was that Moon Wells were not cabbages on the side of the road.
According to Medivh, there were about fifteen Moon Wells in the entire Kalimdor continent. The one in Grey Valley was already the closest …
Hmm, this distance was probably no less than two marathons of eighty kilometers.
At this time, Sal had already run over to meet up with Duque. He gasped, "Duke Marcus! Letting us run back like this, is this the plan of the highest intelligence commander of the Alliance? I'm afraid we'll be killed before we can run. "
"Ring of Ice!" Duque snapped his fingers.
A long wave of ice appeared out of thin air and pounced directly into the crowd of Evil Beasts behind them. The Evil Beastmen behind them suddenly slowed down, and many Evil Beastmen fell to the ground.
At this time, the second wave of Wyverns attempted to descend to meet Sal and the others.
However, Grom did not go completely crazy. A few more flying axes scared the Wyverns back into the sky.
Duque shrugged. "How about I teleport back first? I'll teleport back first, and you'll lead them into the trap? "
Sal was completely speechless. If Duque really left, what if the Evil Beastmen did not chase after them?
Gritting his teeth, Sal said in a deep voice, "Sir Marcus, please do us this favor. The Return Tribe is willing to serve as the first line of defense in the upcoming battle at Mount Hyjal! "
Duque said helplessly, "Okay! Then let's run together! "
Duque's performance completely subverted Sal and the others' understanding of Mages. This guy who took off his Mage robe while running and revealed a body of strong muscles, was he really one of those human potion pot Mages?
Sal couldn't help but ask, "How did you train your muscles?"
"Sigh …" Duque showed an expression of infinite sorrow as he ran. "That's a very, very long story. You just need to know that I trained these muscles to deal with two deadly fairies. That's enough."
"Huh?" Sal's head was full of question marks.
Duque looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and tears seemed to be streaming down his cheeks.
Once, when he patted Sasha's butt, Sasha would wonder, "What are you doing?"
However, when he later patted Sasha's butt, she knew how to change positions, and the two fairies could not hold back.
It was easier said than done to deal with two Combat Faction fairies.
In addition to the wealth of knowledge from 10 terabytes of action movies, it was still that saying — "To forge iron, one must be strong!"
In the past ten years, Duque began a long journey of training.
From a muscular otaku to a university animal, he trained into a bodybuilder.
Do you think without a six-pack, you can easily complete the 'forty-eight hands'?
So the two leaders of the Alliance and the Tribe began to run toward the sunset!
Ah! As if chasing after my lost youth —
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