Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 773: Adventurer like you

Chapter 773: Adventurer like you

Looking back, I realized that many people who should have died in the battle long ago were saved by Duke.

Without Duke, Turalyon would have been missing in the explosion during the counterattack on Draenor after the second Dark Portal. In all likelihood, he was dead.

If Calia had not been hidden, she would have completely lost hope in life and would have chosen to live in seclusion after Lordaeron was destroyed. The scattered people of Lordaeron would have fought each other, composing a sad and touching death song step by step:

A crazy bloody crusade will be born.

Saidan Dathrohan will be possessed by the dreadlord and cause harm to all.

Abendis would die horribly in Hearthglen.

Alexandros Mograine was even more tragic, as he would be killed by his own son Renault. Under the influence of a dreadlord posing as Saidan Dathrohan, Renault deceived his father and led the old Mograine into a trap set by the Scourge, where he eventually ran out of energy. Renault picked up the Ashbringer and killed his biological father.

Although Renault’s fall was also caused by the evil deeds planted by old Mograine, throughout history, patricide will always be the deepest sorrow.

And there was Queen Sheath beside him. At this point in history, she had already become a death banshee, being bound by Arthas like a dog, instead of still having bright skin and a cheerful and proud expression, jumping around beside him.

Thinking that this might lead to the destruction of the world, Duke let out a long breath and secretly swore in his heart - Damn you, Archimonde, you must die!

The two queens noticed the heavy pressure Duke inadvertently revealed.

Jaina’s eyes turned, and when she was thinking of something, she caught a glimpse of the firework pinned on her breastplate.

Yes! Those are the little white fireworks used at funerals.

She deliberately stayed there to remind herself of the hatred between her father and brother.

She pursed her lips tightly, and when Sylvanas caught up with Duke, Jaina was still half a step slower.

but...

She has no regrets.

At this moment, Mount Hyjal has turned into a huge pre-war construction site.

At the foot of the mountain, the onlookers watched with pain as the rude orc laborers chopped down century-old trees one by one, using the thick tree trunks as pillars for huge bunkers, and sharpening the smaller branches and sticking them upside down on the ground toward the bottom of the mountain as deer antlers.

Orc-style arrow towers rose from the ground, and the taller and more slender trolls climbed up deftly. They stuffed the large pieces of iron sheets taken from the goblins to the outside of the arrow towers as shields to protect themselves, and then arranged the javelins provided by humans in a convenient position. The spear heads made of fine steel shone brightly in the dusk.

At the mountain pass, the vast expanses of ground on both wings were fenced off by wooden stakes and thick ropes, with signs in various languages ​​and even scribbled images of goblins inserted on them.

Grom held up his favorite axe, Bloodhowl, and muttered, "Thrall, I don’t trust those dwarves at all. Although their skin is also green, look, since noon, those idiots have blown up more than a dozen of their own people."

Thrall patted the shoulder of the elder who had narrowly escaped death and said, "Grom. First, it wasn’t the orcs, trolls, or tauren who died. Second, they themselves are not afraid of death. Do we really have to worry about them..."

Before Thrall finished speaking, there was a loud "boom!"

At least half a dozen goblins were blown into the sky, then decomposed into green and red parts, scattered evenly on the land within a radius of 100 meters.

Then the goblins nearby pursed their lips and watched their companions succeed in committing suicide as if they were watching fireworks, and some even whistled.

There was no need for the orcs to blame him. A goblin sitting on a thick iron robot that was three people tall directly picked up the iron horn and started cursing. His sharp and unpleasant voice could be heard within a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Frank! I told you! Don’t let those idiots run to the place where the mines were laid before! And - I repeat, don’t eat cigars when you are laying mines!!"

The goblins below looked at their boss with puzzled yet amused expressions.

The goblin got mad: "Asshole! Whoever dares not listen to me will have half of their wages deducted!"

This time, the group of goblins below were suddenly all like being whipped hard, and they all obeyed orders as if they were facing a great enemy.

Over there, Grom slapped his forehead, and that expression clearly told Thrall - look!

Thrall couldn’t help but bared his teeth, but he changed the subject: "But...if this world still has a future, I will consider bringing the goblins into the Horde."

"Ah!?" Even someone as bold as Grom couldn’t help but exclaim in a low voice.

Thrall took out two axes from the box beside him.

One was an extremely crude stone axe made of sharp stones and thick branches.

One was a steel axe with an icy cold glow on the blade, and it was obvious at first glance that it was a killing weapon.

"One is what we can do now, and the other is what humans just gave us. You know what I mean."

Grom was silent.

He was the most aware of the backwardness of the orcs in the field of forging and metallurgy. During the dozen years he had lived in Tirisfal Glades, an axe forged by the Dark Iron Dwarves, even if it had countless cracks, was still a treasure in the eyes of the orc soldiers.

The most exaggerated thing is that this axe has changed owners for fifteen times and has never been eliminated.

Why?

Compared to those stone axes and hammers that are broken into pieces by humans, the sturdy dwarf products are of course more trustworthy.

In the final analysis, isn’t this the backwardness of technology and civilization?

If you fall behind, you will be beaten, this is inevitable!

Vol’jin stepped forward and dispelled Grom’s last extravagant hope with one sentence: "The trolls have spent eight thousand years proving how tragic the outcome will be if they use flesh and blood to fight against a higher civilization. The continent of Lordaeron that you ravaged fourteen years ago, and the capitals of those human kingdoms that you destroyed, were all once territories of the Amani Troll Empire."

Grom raised no more objections.

Thrall set the tone for the matter: "We will talk about those things later. Now the Burning Legion is our real enemy. We are not fighting for the Alliance, but for the survival of the Horde. Since Edmund Duke treats us with sincerity, we must repay him with the gift of a warrior."

"Understood!" Several tribal leaders answered in unison.

However, looking at those noisy goblins, Thrall seemed to be thinking about something.

It was late at night, and the Horde at the foot of the mountain and the alliance on the mountainside were still preparing for war under the lights all night long.

Duke suddenly received an urgent call from Sylvanas.

"My second sister has an urgent matter! Come quickly!" Lirath nervously informed Duke.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered Sylvanas’s tent, Duke was hit by an arrow in the knee.

When Duke lifted the curtain of the tent and went in, he was startled by the darkness inside, and then he was shot by an arrow. At the moment of being shot, Duke was very painful and remembered a famous saying that was widely circulated.

"I was a dragon-slaying hero, until I took an arrow to the knee."

Well, those are irrelevant things.

The point is, Duke had no idea why Queen Mausi wanted to shoot him with an arrow.

Before entering the tent, the system AI scanned it for him and found that there was indeed only Sylvanas in the tent.

what the hell?

Or did I make some big mistake?

Has Sylvanas finally gotten fed up with me having a harem and is going to murder her own husband?

Is this the tragic ending of the legendary story of a husband being killed by a hatchet?

Duke was almost driven crazy by the doubts and the numbness that quickly spread from his knees.

The severe paralysis almost caused Duke to fall down on the spot.

The next second, Duke suddenly found himself buried in a pair of resilient Hyjal peaks.

Uh, this is...

Duke heard Sylvanas’s voice: "I’m sorry, I used a strong anesthetic on the magic-breaking arrow. But it’s okay, it won’t cause any harm to your body."

For some reason, Duke suddenly remembered that in history, after Ner’zhul’s control weakened, Queen Sylvanas, who had become the Banshee of Death, shot Arthas with an arrow coated with a strong poison, and almost killed Arthas completely.

Damn it!

How could I forget that Sister Xi is an expert at using poison!

So, what did I do wrong?

You’re actually going to use a magic-breaking arrow worth at least a thousand gold coins against me! ?

Duke had the illusion that he had screwed the dog.

He wanted to curse, but... the feeling of having his face clamped by Mount Hyjal... was great!

No no no!

Now is not the time to dwell on this.

What on earth is Sylvanas going to do?

Duke wanted to open his mouth, but he found that his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn’t even speak.

"Don’t worry, there’s no way I could harm you. If the eldest sister and the third sister come back, they’ll skin me alive." Sylvanas smiled as she dragged Duke to the bed like a dead dog.

It was pitch black all around him, his hands and feet were numb, and Duke discovered through a system AI scan that Sylvanas had stripped off his wizard robes and was tying him up on the bed in a spread-eagle position, just like the frog dissection he had done in biology class before he traveled through time...

In the darkness, a cold light appeared.

Duke’s scalp went numb. He would recognize it even if it turned into ashes: that was the weapon that countless Azeroth players had used before the time travel. It could skin and bones billions of ferocious monsters and turn them into slag. It even spared no effort for behemoths and dragons. It was a unique weapon that players would not change even if they had to change many other weapons - the Skinning Knife!

For a moment, the scene of himself being skinned and killed appeared in Duke’s mind.

not good!

Someone, come! Protect me!

There are evil people who want to harm me!

There was a flash of knife light, and Sylvanas used the skinning knife to help Duke Break Armor with great skill.

Then, the candlelight came on.

In the flickering candlelight, Duke saw Sylvanas wearing the queen’s crown and only a Robe of Insight.

The robe of insight is known to be as powerful as a virgin killer as wearing a naked backless sweater!

Duke almost had a nosebleed.

At this very moment!

Duke just wants to say, you, a ranger (hunter), actually snatched cloth armor! You are a foul!

Well, the dignified Queen of Sin’dorei was dressed like this for his eyes to feast his eyes on, and Duke suddenly had a trance-like feeling that he would die without regrets.

Sylvanas tilted her head and blushed.

"Originally... I didn’t want to start this ’hunting ritual’. I always thought that you were my prey and no one could take it away from you." At this point, Sylvanas sighed: "Who would have thought that Archimonde would appear... Well, I can only let you have it."

Well!

Sylvanas sat astride Duke, looking down at him, with her slender fingers stretched out to touch Duke’s chest, forming a beautiful arc.

She declared in an extremely domineering manner: "I declare in the name of Sylvanas Windrunner, the Queen of the Sin’dorei! You, Edmund Duke - will be my prey for the rest of your life! You are mine! No one can take you away without my permission! Until the end of the world..."

After saying that, she gently dripped a drop of paralysis-relieving potion into Duke’s mouth, then Sylvanas leaned over and enjoyed her prey with her flaming red lips.

Faced with bullying and oppression, Duke Excalibur rose up in resistance.

It fought back stubbornly, trying to pierce through the swallowing darkness!

Finally, the sword flashed out, scaring the cruel queen so much that she turned pale!

Sylvanas made an even bigger mistake. She didn’t know that Duke didn’t necessarily need his muscles to control his body’s movements. He could use magic circuits to drive his body with equal ease.

Duke launched a Jedi counterattack!

He drew his sword!

Duke’s sword shocked the world!

A sword lights up the nineteen continents!

Duke told Sylvanas with iron-clad facts: those who play with fire will get burned, and those who play with swords will be wounded by the sword.

I don’t care that you are the queen who is high above everyone else.

She’s my Alleria’s biological sister!

Kill without mercy!

Look!

With one sword strike, blood splattered everywhere!

The queen who was stabbed by the sword raised her neck high and let out a scream, like a swan shot by an arrow.

"Duke! You bastard--" Sylvanas cursed.

"Come on! Let’s have a painful fight!" Duke was full of fighting spirit.

Berserker Duke launches a 999-hit combo of Divine Sword Thrust!

Send Sylvanas directly to heaven!

At dawn, Sylvanas hugged Duke tightly, with tears still hanging on her long and straight eyelashes.

The two woke up almost at the same time.

When our eyes meet, there is inexpressible affection and countless bitterness.

If the scout ship’s report is correct, the preliminary battle for Mount Hyjal will begin this morning.

There’s not much time left.

"Alas!" The two of them sighed softly at the same time, and fell silent at the same time.

Without words, Duke got up.

Although she was a queen of noble status, Sylvanas acted like a gentle and virtuous farm girl serving her husband, and she personally put on a shirt and other clothes for Duke.

Duke noticed that the new shirt had such shoddy workmanship that it was an insult to the elven tailor, but it fitted him perfectly.

Duke gave a gentle smile: "Thank you."

Sylvanas’ eyes were immediately filled with tears: "You are not allowed to ruin this dress."

right!

If the clothes are fine, the person will be fine too.

Duke’s smile grew wider, and he raised the wooden staff head that looked like a chicken leg in his hand: "A mere Archimonde can do nothing to me. I am the man who will hold the legendary staff of the Guardian of Atiesh in the future!"

Unconsciously, Sylvanas’ eyes became dazed.