He miscalculated.
He is a mysterious human mage who has never met before, and he has the skill to make him sigh and stop the world.
Even just witnessing it from a distance can make him understand what Duke just did.
Chopping an axe at the foot of a mountain is like chopping several layers of paper, each layer of paper slightly weakens the power of the axe, and bit by bit, it wears through like a drop of water.
However, Duke’s practice is more extreme and accurate. I don’t know how many times.
The combo of the three-digit medium-order spell makes the doomed blow deviate.
"alas!" Grom * Hell roared with a long sigh, which was so low that it was almost illusory.
Never lose confidence, he suddenly gave birth to a sense of legal resistance and won. He injected the clan willpower into the blood roar, which felt that it almost forcibly distorted the cause and effect of fate. However, the other side brought the fate back to its original trajectory lightly, just like the water flowing downwards, the sun always rises after a long night and is divided into four seasons.
This axe doesn’t count if you say it’s right. If I say it’s wrong, it’s wrong!
The well-known 【 Blood Roar 】 among several orcs looked up. After all, it deviated from the original trajectory and brushed past Duke less than half a meter away.
In shock, Duke’s Griffin lost several bird hairs, and Daniil almost peed. However, it did not cause any real loss to Duke Marcus, the hateful destroyer.
"Ha ha ha! Hahahaha! " The Griffin flew higher and higher, and after a few kung fu, it became a little black spot that was almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving a bunch of wanton and arrogant smiles to the orcs.
Almost every orc has a black face.
Maybe it’s smoked, or it’s just a black face
There is such an earth-shattering explosion thousands of meters away, with flames, smoke and a clear and audible wail. It is really a ghost that the human defenders outside the storm city wall can’t hear or see it.
Watching the Griffin descend from the clouds again, watching the Griffin Duke’s iconic mage robe, the defenders gave a deafening cheer involuntarily.
"Well done! Count Marcus! "
"Fuck those green skins!"
"Burn burn! It is better to burn all the departments! "
"Marcus Pavilion-you are our patron saint-"
Duke let Daniil fly slowly over the outer wall with a Griffin, and every time he raised his hand, he aroused a bigger cheer.
Lothar flew in with a small group of Griffin knights.
The older he gets, the more handsome he becomes, forcing Azeroth, a male god, to have wavy black hair fluttering in the wind. Before he leaned over, he was heard loud as a lion roar and laugh.
"Ha ha ha! Duke did a good job! "
"hey! I almost lost my life there. Several chiefs of the tribe probably hate me. "
"It’s okay! Even if you are really trapped there, I am sure to bring someone to save you. "
Looking at Lothar’s plate with a big knot in the Griffin’s ass, Duke rolled his eyes. Is Lothar really serious about hanging me with a rope like a cowboy in the west?
"Slice! If it weren’t for you, Ryan wouldn’t let me dispatch all Griffin knights. "
Duke’s heart suddenly burst into warmth.
A line of Griffin flies to Storm City wall near the east flying point. The Griffin spreads his huge wings to slow down, flutters about with sharp claws, and the thick hay makes a sharp sound.
The Griffin hasn’t stopped yet. Lothar has turned over deftly.
But there was a man who leaned closer than Lothar-Ryan, the king of the storm.
"What was the result?" Ryan asked, forced to stay.
"It’s okay. Orcs will leave for a while."
"Are you sure?" Ryan’s face had an undisguised surprise.
"Of course!" Duke pitched, "I not only burned most of their camps, but also added some seasoning to their only water source."
"Seasoning?"
Almost at the same time, the black hand of the tribal chief can be renamed as the bad face.
"Report that the water source is poisoned?"
"Poisoned? How poisonous is living water? " Beside a resentment Kiel Rogge asked the black hand QinBing captain.
"I don’t know, but the water flowing from the mountain is green. I personally confirmed that the livestock died after drinking a few. Someone saw the naga figure in the water. It should be that the naga on the human side poisoned it."
"Isn’t there water blocking it?" Ogram asked
"It was bombed by that human mage. It was so messy that none of us noticed."
"…" Several tribal leaders were silent at the same time.
At first, the forest in Alvin was full of fishmen and Naga frantically attacking the orcs along the river to get water, but Ogram came up with an idea, which was to build a rough river dam so that Naga and the fishmen could enter by themselves.
Several times, Naga tried to bypass the dam on the shore and then was ambushed by orcs. After that, Naga was hardly seen in Alvin Forest.
I didn’t expect to be ambushed by Duke this time and let Naga in directly.
Now, all the trees that can enjoy the cool are burned clean by Duke, and the only water source is polluted.
This is not a few tens of thousands of people, maybe we can dig deep wells slowly.
The problem is that there are 300 thousand troops here!
Orcs are very brave warriors, but they are not undead. They also need to eat and drink Lazar without water. This is definitely a very serious problem.
The black hand is very violent. He hasn’t finished the word "losing his mind". He slurped several times in his throat before popping his teeth. "Withdraw!"
There, in the direction of the gate, the waves are deafening all over Stormwind.
Every soldier and civilian in the city looked up a little blankly at the outer wall.
Soon the horse will have soldiers shouting as they gallop.
"Good news! Good news! Master Duke Marcus surprised the orc camp and burned the orcs. Now the orcs have retreated from the south gate! " to be continued
Chapter 167 New Direction (Subscribe for Monthly Pass)
The crowd involuntarily raised a greater commotion, and the black flame of the distant fire rose, which could be clearly seen even if it crossed the high wall.
Originally, everyone didn’t know that this was Duke’s arson, and the crowd immediately turned from commotion to boiling!
"Long live the Kingdom of Storm!"
"Long live Ryan!"
"Long live Marcus Pavilion-"
People are simple and simple, and whoever can bring them a happy life is their God. Since the Dark Gate War, the kingdom has been losing ground on all fronts.
Redridge mountains fell.