Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 763: Run

Chapter 763: Run

The situation is very clear. It’s not that the Horde is not willing to give up now, but that they can’t deal with Mannoroth. The orcs will always feel like someone is holding a dagger to their carotid artery.

This is the second time that the orcs have been tricked into drinking the devil’s blood!

Besides, Mannoroth is the vanguard of the Burning Legion, and if we don’t deal with him, the troops cannot be assembled at all.

Since we have to save Grom anyway, Duke might as well be generous and do it himself.

the Horde was at a loss as to what the magic circle was. At this point in time, the Horde had not yet established contact with the shamans in their hometown. Even Thrall himself was just a standard warrior, not the great man who practiced both magic and martial arts in later generations.

Duke easily found a mana node with relatively strong magic power in the Grey Valley - it was a moon well, and then released dozens of wizard hands to arrange magic circles in a dazzling manner.

Seeing this scene, the Horde fell into silence.

Vol’jin gently encouraged Thrall: "Don’t lose heart! Human life span is short. It is very likely that there will not be one as talented as Duke in a thousand years."

The implication is that Thrall is younger, and at worst he can just survive until Duke dies, and then Thrall will come to the fore.

"The Alliance is too powerful. How the Horde will rise depends on your decision, my young chief."

Thrall nodded heavily.

Fifty meters away, a cross-shaped blue vein appeared on Duke’s forehead. Although they were far away and Vol’jin deliberately spoke in Troll language, which Thrall could also understand, the system AI’s listening range was wide and the translation software was cruel!

Hey! If I tell you that I will have eternal life as long as I don’t die at the hands of the devil, will your tribe all jump into the sea and commit suicide?

Hmm, keep calm, keep calm...

The magic circle does not require much effort. Rather than calling it a magic circle, it is better to call it a simple exorcism circle. As long as there is enough Stratholme holy water and moon well, other things are just auxiliary.

The Moon Well is a good thing!

As the name suggests, the Moon Well is also inextricably linked to the Well of Eternity. It turns out that after the Well of Eternity exploded 10,000 years ago, the energy of the well water formed the Azeroth magic network we are familiar with today, and some other scattered energies were scattered to every corner of the world.

So the night elves rebuilt these scattered energies into the form of moon wells to serve the night elves. Legend has it that the moon goddess sleeps in the lake of the Well of Eternity during the day. The night elves believe in the moon goddess, so they named these wells built by the scattered energy of the Well of Eternity as moon wells.

As the purest energy liquid, the Moon Well itself has a purifying effect as long as it is not too polluted. Duke still remembers the days when he used to purify the Demon Cloth into Moon Cloth every now and then in the game to make a little money.

Everything was done, and Duke, under the guidance of the Horde scouts led by Rexxar, caught up with Grom and his Warsong orcs in about an hour.

Getting off the wyvern, looking into the distance, I saw that a night elf base had just been attacked and the evil orcs were destroying the base crazily.

Rexxar said in a muffled voice using the worse Common language: "Edmund Duke, for the sake of... they will also participate in the upcoming war against the Burning Legion... please try to hurt them as little as possible!"

"You don’t have to tell me, I can do it." Duke walked towards the camp filled with flames and blood without looking back.

there--

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Ah ...

A dark blue-skinned night elf hunter stared at the sky with eyes wide open. She had been dead for a long time. She and her compatriots died here after failing to resist the evil orcs. However, the evil orcs controlled by the demon blood did not let them go. Even after death, the evil orcs continued to attack their bodies as if they were practicing swordsmanship, as if they wanted to chop their bodies into pieces.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth went dark.

It seemed as if a cold wind came out of nowhere and instantly put out the fire here, causing every evil beastman to shudder in their hearts.

A gigantic Duke illusion, fifteen meters tall, appeared at the entrance of the camp.

Then a voice amplified by magic sounded.

Seeing the figure of the human mage with his cloak fluttering in the wind, the scarlet eyes of almost every evil orc who turned around narrowed.

Especially Grom Hellscream!

Duke’s face, which was both familiar and extremely hateful to him, easily evoked the long-buried memories in his heart.

Duke raised his hands horizontally, palms facing up, like a priest ready to embrace a lost lamb. Of course, in the eyes of the evil orcs, this was an extremely disgusting scene.

Duke spoke, and with each word his gigantic phantom took a step forward.

"Who was it? Who thwarted the Horde’s plot to seize Azeroth?"

"Who is it? Who caused millions of tribes to die in battle in another world, turning them into bait in the sea and rotten meat on the loess?"

"Who defeated Orgrim, the Warchief in your hearts, and turned him into a prisoner?"

"Who is it that trapped you in the wilderness and made you live in fear every day for thirteen years?"

"Who else? Who made hundreds of thousands of your compatriots into slaves? Who made your next generation of orcs grow up in cages?"

Five questions, each more sharp and stimulating than the last.

Not to mention Grom Hellscream and his Warsong orcs who were a little confused in the camp, even Rexxar who was watching this scene from afar couldn’t help but tremble with anger.

Sure enough, the next moment, Duke announced the answer himself.

"It was me who defeated the Horde."

"I was the one who caused the death of millions of tribal warriors!"

"I am the one who will take care of your former chieftain, Orgrim!!"

"It is me who has made it impossible for you to own any land and to spend your days in fear of being besieged—"

"It is still me who has turned the former warriors into human slaves in disguise—"

At this point, the huge virtual image of Duke showed an extremely evil and absolutely worthy smile.

"Who am I? I am your tribe’s great enemy - Edmund Duke!"

Rexxar in the distance knew clearly that this was a provocation and that Duke was now an ally of the Horde, but he just couldn’t help but want to kill Duke!

If even his sober tribe was like this, how could those evil orcs with overheated brains below possibly endure it?

Duke’s virtual image arrogantly swept his fingers across the entire field.

"I’m not targeting any of you. I’m referring to all the evil orcs here. You are all garbage—"

"You don’t agree!? Come and bite me?"

For a moment, Lexa’s brain froze.

In his impression, Duke was always so calm and composed, with the demeanor of a great general, oh, a great commander. He always used understated commands to send large numbers of orcs into hell.

Whether it was the first and second Dark Gate Wars, or the recent Battle of Dalaran, even though the Horde didn’t figure it out before, how could they not think that Duke deliberately gave them heavy two-handed holy weapons and then dragged the Horde into the water?

The ability to take both enemies and non-allies into account made every tribal leader tremble with fear.

So Rexxar always subconsciously thought that Duke was the kind of sinister pretty boy that humans talked about. Has he ever seen the Grand Duke of Stormwind and the legitimate commander of the Alliance look like such a ruffian?

On the other hand, even though he knew that everything Duke said was true and there was nothing wrong with it, Rexxar was still furious. But he knew that Duke was just provoking the Horde and taunting them, and it was a group taunt, so he could only swallow his anger!

The pain and bitterness of being caught in the crossfire for no reason made Rexxar grit his teeth as if he had a toothache.

Rexxar and those sober scouts of the Horde were so angry, not to mention the half-crazy orcs.

Duke is the enemy indeed!

Duke’s speech also deserves a beating!

What else are you thinking about?

Fuck him!

It was like a bucket of ice water being thrown into a boiling oil pan. The evil orcs, including Grom, were completely furious!

With a classic cry of "Lok’tar!", a green tide of evil orcs charged directly towards Duke’s phantom.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Tear him up—"

"Kill Edmund Duke!"

The virtual image of Duke, who had just been mocked by everyone, turned around and ran away in a very unheroic manner.

Well! It’s exciting to pretend and then run away!

The scouts here also made a big mistake. It turned out that there were not 5,000 evil orcs nearby, but nearly 10,000.

Behind him were nearly ten thousand evil orcs who raised their weapons and frantically chased Duke.

In front of us is the extremely miserable Rexxar!

Rexxar never expected that the roar of nearly ten thousand evil orcs would be so shocking that it actually scared the wyverns so much that they flew into the sky and refused to come down.

According to the original plan, they were to ride on the wyvern and run away while Duke continued to create illusions on the ground to lure the group of violent guys.

When Rexxar finally summoned the wyvern down, the poor dragon was directly hit by Grom’s throwing axe, and that was all.

The problem was that there were two tragic figures nearby, along with a group of guards, who were driven out of the forest by the evil orc army.

"Vol’jin? Thrall!?" Rexxar’s eyes almost popped out.

He immediately understood that Thrall and Vol’jin were still worried and followed him secretly.

Rexxar was just about to ask Duke to lead the evil orcs away, but the bastard Duke led all the evil orcs towards Thrall.

Not to mention, even a young and energetic hero like Thrall felt insecure when he saw thousands of his compatriots with red eyes, saliva dripping from their fangs, and who could not be killed or beaten.

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. Suddenly, a rain of axes came from behind.

As expected, the people were fine, but Thrall’s wolf and Vol’jin’s raptor fell to their knees at the same time. Rexxar half-turned sideways and knocked away the flying axes, and then found that Duke was running very gorgeously and nimbly dodging all the flying axes. This action did not look like a weak mage at all.

"What are you looking at? Who said a mage can’t exercise?" Duke said confidently.

"You...can’t you just lead the evil orcs into the trap? Why let everyone take the risk together!?" Rexxar instinctively protected his warchief.

"Hey! Thrall, isn’t that your compatriot behind you? I’m just here to help." Duke waved to Thrall shamelessly, "You can’t expect a human to save your orc compatriot wholeheartedly, can you?"

Rexxar’s eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

Oh my god!

It took almost an hour for the wyvern to fly over here. How long will it take to run back here?

The problem is that Moon Well is not a roadside cabbage.

According to Medivh, there are about fifteen moonwells in the entire Kalimdor continent. The one in Ashenvale is the closest one...

Well, this distance is probably no less than two marathons, about 80 kilometers.

At this time, Thrall had resigned himself to his fate and ran over to join Duke. He panted, "Edmund Duke! You want us to just run back like this? Is this the plan of the wisest commander in the Alliance? I’m afraid we’ll be caught up and killed before we even get there."

"Ice Ring!" Duke snapped his fingers.

An ice wave that looked like a long wave line appeared out of nowhere and rushed directly into the group of evil beastmen behind him. The evil beastmen behind him suddenly stagnated and slowed down. Many of them fell to the ground with crackling sounds.

At this time, the second wave of wyverns attempted to descend to greet Thrall and his men.

As a result, Grom hadn’t gone completely crazy yet, and a few more flying axes scared the wyverns back into the sky.

Duke shrugged, "How about this? I teleport back first, and you lead them into the trap?"

Thrall was completely speechless. If Duke really wanted to leave, what would he do if the evil orcs didn’t chase him?

Thrall gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Sir Edmund, please do us this favor. the Horde is willing to serve as the front line in the upcoming battle of Mount Hyjal!"

Duke said helplessly: "Okay! Let’s go for a long run together!"

Duke’s performance completely overturned Thrall and his friends’ perception of mages. Was this guy, who took off his mage robe while running, revealing a body of muscular body, really one of those medicine-jar mages of humans?

Finally, Thrall couldn’t help but ask, "How did you train your muscles?"

"Alas—" Duke ran with an expression of infinite regret: "That’s a very long story. You just need to know that I built up this muscle in order to deal with two dangerous goblins. That’s enough."

"Huh?" Thrall’s head was full of question marks.

Duke looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, tears seemingly streaming down his cheeks.

Once, when he patted Vereesa’s butt, Vereesa would wonder: "What are you doing?"

However, when he patted Vereesa’s butt later and she knew to change her position, the two fairies could no longer control themselves.

How easy is it to deal with two fighting goblins?

In addition to the rich knowledge from the 10TB action movie, the saying still applies - "A blacksmith must have strong tools himself"!

Over the past decade, Duke has embarked on a long journey of training.

From a muscleless nerd to a college student, he transformed himself into a bodybuilder.

Do you think you can easily perform the "Forty-Eight Hands" without six-pack abs?

So the top leaders of the Alliance and the Horde began to run towards the sunset!

Ah! It’s like chasing my lost youth -