Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 761: Arena

Chapter 761: Arena

Thrall’s performance made Vol’jin extremely worried.

Indeed, Thrall has a natural talent for leadership.

Before talent is transformed into ability, it is just an ability that has not yet been realized.

If the Alliance commander was not this powerful young mage who was said to be twenty-nine years old but looked like eighteen, perhaps Thrall would still have enough room and time to grow.

However, looking at Duke, Vol’jin instantly felt the gap between the two leaders of the Alliance and the Horde.

Whether in terms of personal strength, charm, courage, or demeanor, Duke is miles ahead of the fifteen-year-old Thrall.

Not every leader has the courage to come alone to the center of the enemy camp. After all, they were once mortal enemies, so anything could happen.

Duke came anyway, displaying his courage without hesitation, as well as his strong magical aura that was like the scorching sun.

If it was an ordinary high elf wizard, Vol’jin at this distance would have at least a 70% chance of killing him with his whirling blade strengthened by troll sorcery.

Duke...

From the moment he appeared, Vol’jin had a hunch that not only he and Thrall, but also all the orc guards around them were being locked by some unknown mysterious force. If they acted rashly, they would surely be struck by a thunderbolt that would kill them in one blow.

This was not an illusion. Rexxar seemed to be staring at the side, but beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

Both Varok and Brox were unusually nervous.

Only Thrall’s intuition sensed something different - Duke had no ill intentions, at least not now, and Duke had a way to solve the problem.

I still remember that Orgrim once said before his death, "Edmund Duke is the most terrifying enemy. You never know whether your two-step, three-step, or even ten-step plan is actually just dancing in his palm."

Orgrim also said: "And yet he is a kind man who adheres to a certain creed."

At that time, Thrall asked why he said that.

Orgrim replied: "The fact that I am still alive is a proof. He had a thousand ways to kill me and Rexxar after I was captured. But he gave up. So, if I had a choice, I would rather be his friend than his enemy."

Thinking of this, Thrall’s heart quickly calmed down.

His performance made Woking secretly happy.

Duke glanced at Thrall and said, "Don’t worry. Archimonde, the leader of the Burning Legion that once dominated you orcs, is on his way to Kalimdor. On behalf of the Alliance, I can promise the Horde that the Alliance will not take the initiative to go to war with the Horde before Archimonde is killed."

For some reason, although they didn’t want to show it, the moment Duke made the promise, not only Thrall, but also powerful people like Vol’jin, Rexxar, Brox and Varok, all of the Horde breathed a sigh of relief.

Thrall said, "Well, for the sake of our common enemy, the Horde will not take the initiative to declare war on the Alliance during this period. Edmund Duke, you have the promise of the current Horde Chief!"

A huge green fist and a seemingly small human male fist gently touched each other in mid-air.

Thrall turned around: "Okay, now let’s discuss this..."

"He can’t be considered our common enemy." Duke retorted to Thrall and looked at the huge remains at the scene.

It can be seen that this was a very powerful creature when it was alive.

His upper body was like that of a night elf, but his lower body was that of a stag. He was over three meters tall, supported by four legs with hooves. His cloudy eyes were golden, and his long hair, like green moss, fell to his shoulders. There were leaves and twigs growing on his hair and beard. There were also two huge and prominent antlers on his head, which made his over three meter tall body even taller.

Only, he’s dead now.

The clear axe marks on his body and the ominous energy filled with crazy bloody aura condensed near the wound told everyone who the murderer was.

Grom Hellscream!

"Who is he?" Thrall asked a question he had wanted to ask for a long time.

Orcs are typical outsiders, and Vol’jin is also visiting Kalimdor for the first time. As for the history of Kalimdor, the Horde can only guess at it.

Duke sighed, "What would you do if I told you that Grom, who had fallen into a state of madness, had actually killed Cenarius, the forest demigod worshipped by the night elves and many tauren druids?"

"Hiss—" Thrall took a breath.

He really couldn’t imagine how the Horde’s new friends, the Tauren, would treat them.

The demigod Cenarius, a watcher who has lived from ancient times to the present day, has been committed to restoring the wounds of the earth since the War of the Ancients. He constantly uses his demigod power to create forests and amber, and is also a natural demigod worshipped by both the night elves and the tauren.

When the Highborne of Azshara opened the gates to Azeroth for the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago, Cenarius summoned the ancient watchers Agamaggan the boar, the furbolg brothers Ursol and Ursoc, Malorne the white stag, Aviana the storm crow, and other immortals to fight against the Burning Legion’s doomguard, demonguard, and eredar sorcerers. Most of the ancient watchers died, but Cenarius survived thanks to the desperate protection of his father, the great white stag.

However, he was targeted by the pit lord Mannoroth, who wanted to take revenge on Cenarius for the failure of the first invasion.

So he died.

To be precise, he died from the devil’s conspiracy.

The orcs’ need to build houses and cities led them to cut down trees in the mountains, which easily angered the night elves. The night elves used their unparalleled forest warfare to force the Warsong orcs into a desperate situation, and at this time, Mannoroth only needed to secretly guide the orcs to find a spring that had a drop of his high-level demon blood.

In order to survive, Grom and his people easily drank the demon’s blood again and turned into violent evil orcs.

Then, tragedy naturally occurred.

Thrall could well imagine how angry and crazy the night elves would be after their own demigod was killed. Even if the night elves were as powerful as the high elves before, their counterattack would not be something the Horde, which only had a few hundred thousand people left, could withstand.

At this time, an ethereal voice that Duke had not expected sounded in the air: "Young Warchief, don’t worry too much. As long as you can find the real murderer, the Abyss Lord Mannoroth, and kill him, the night elves will forgive you. Besides, all of you races now have a bigger and more terrifying common enemy - Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion!"

Thrall and Duke lost their voices at the same time.

"Medivh!?"