Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 778: Mouth

Chapter 778: Mouth

"That’s enough of you guys! Stop it!" Duke was so angry this time that his nose was crooked.

However, this is the Sylvanas that I know.

A very courageous heroine, but from another perspective, she is also an expert at committing suicide in various ways.

Duke, her man, has come to capture the flag, so Sylvanas should not get too itchy.

Alas, why can’t Sylvanas learn from Vereesa and have the attributes of a good wife? That would be great.

Duke rubbed his brows and warned Sylvanas: "Don’t play with fire. For something like me, I might succeed the first time, but I’ll die the second time."

"Of course I understand! I’ll listen to you. This isn’t Eversong Forest anyway."

Well, Duke seems to have found the key to the matter.

If this is the hometown that Sylvanas loves so much, then she must resist step by step and inflict maximum damage to the Burning Legion.

At this moment, in the tribal camp at the foot of the mountain, Grom was itching to give his teeth.

There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts.

Having fought Duke and his men for more than ten years and being saved by Duke, Grom certainly wouldn’t care if Duke was still the despicable guy who could only hide in the army and perform magic tricks.

Now Duke suddenly played such an exciting game of killing the generals and capturing the flag in the midst of thousands of troops, and Grom, the self-proclaimed first warrior of the Horde, really couldn’t help it.

"Humph! I can do that kind of thing!"

Grom was too old and Thrall couldn’t control him, but Thrall solved the problem with his wisdom.

"Grom, do you mean that you can kill the lich yourself, or do you mean that after killing the lich you can run away like Duke did?"

The great Hellscream, after thinking about it, became discouraged.

If it were him, he would certainly not be afraid of Razzak in a one-on-one fight. But if he was asked to break through the front-line army and kill a high-level lich, he would not even have a 30% chance.

If you want to come back after you go there, forget it.

It seems that a power hero like him always has a front but no back. Once he goes up, he either returns victorious or never comes back. There is no third way.

The images Duke sent to them were, of course, not the most detailed. It was like showing outsiders an extremely outdated 640 480 resolution, while showing family members the legendary 8K ultra-ultra-high-definition TV.

The only thing the Horde and the night elves knew was that Duke had personally killed a lich commander of the Burning Legion in an instant.

In a sense, this is a protection for Duke, but it is also a disguised way of flexing muscles.

Two hours later, Duke arrived at the tribal camp at the foot of the mountain.

There was no welcome, nor any murderous hostility; Thrall, Vol’jin, and Grom received Duke in this way.

"What’s the matter?" Thrall asked.

"No, I just want to share some information about the Burning Legion with you." After that, Duke took out a bunch of figurines, oh, monster models.

The model is carved by the hands of a mage under system control. This is the Azeroth version of 3D printing.

Thrall’s pupils shrank in an instant, and his eyes were fixed on the monster Duke took out.

For example, the dog-like monster in front of him had scarlet scales all over his body, black barbs on his back, and two huge white horns like horns growing forward from the front of his neck. The edge of his ferocious mouth, which looked a bit like a bird’s beak, was full of sharp serrated teeth.

But when Thrall reached out and touched the monster, a 1:1 projection suddenly appeared, suspended in mid-air and slowly rotating clockwise. When the projection first appeared, it frightened all the orcs present, and Brox almost drew his axe to chop the monster.

"This is..." Thrall’s mind was attracted by the orc text scroll below the monster’s projection, and he subconsciously read out: "Demon Hound, special skill Mana Burn, mainly targeting shamans and other spellcasters..."

Thrall immediately realized what Duke had done. This was Duke sharing intelligence with the Horde in the simplest and most straightforward way.

Perhaps it can be considered that Duke was just pretending, but no one can deny that without Duke’s information, the warriors of the Horde would have to risk their lives to find out.

In order to facilitate reading, it was also translated into Orcish, and the key skills of certain demons were marked with red circles and so on.

Most orcs are illiterate. After living in the wilderness for the first half of their lives and being imprisoned for more than a decade, few orcs can understand the orcish language. Fortunately, Thrall still has some shamans who were captured when Ner’zhul invaded Azeroth. Otherwise, he really couldn’t find enough people to explain to the warriors.

The explanation based on text alone is not that straightforward. With the help of 3D projection, any orc who is not too stupid can remember how to deal with different enemies.

It’s really thoughtful of Duke to do this.

Thrall bowed to Duke very straightforwardly: "On behalf of the Horde, I thank you. You are a true gentleman."

Duke accepted Thrall’s gift calmly: "In dealing with the Burning Legion, our interests are the same. Besides, I can’t get the most accurate intelligence. This is just a general idea. Please adapt to the situation when you arrive on the battlefield."

"We understand." As if remembering something, Thrall asked again: "How long will the Horde need to hold out?"

Duke cast a slightly melancholy look towards the top of the mountain: "It depends on the night elves. However, when the Horde needs to retreat, the Alliance will cover you."

Thrall was both helpless and uneasy about this answer.

If the Horde had not been forced into a desperate situation, it would never have cooperated with the Alliance. No orc would feel comfortable thinking that their retreat was in the hands of the Alliance, their archenemy for more than a decade.

Unfortunately, no one has a choice!

Mount Hyjal has a very special terrain, with low west and high east, and the entire mountain road is S-shaped from west to east. In addition, the three guardian dragons jointly set up a super-strong magic circle, so even Archimonde had to climb the mountain from the west foot of the mountain.

Who asked him to be summoned to Azeroth and have his strength reduced by half?

There was no fighting that day, but not many orcs could sleep the whole night.

At the foot of the mountain, countless gorgeous and blinding meteor showers streaked across the night sky, whirring and slamming into the Grey Valley area in the south.

The Burning Legion is notorious for its "three lights" maniacs - loot everything, kill everything, and burn everything.

Otherwise, why do so many races in the universe hate the Burning Legion?

Every orc warrior was told that their mission this time was to save the world. Although it sounded ridiculous, after losing their hometown and being slaves for more than ten years, the orcs cherished this new territory very much.

Although it is barren, it is still much better than ’our world’ which is shrinking every year and constantly decaying and collapsing. It is countless times better than being a slave with nothing.

Hearing that those damned demons dared to lay their hands on their new territory, the orcs howled and shouted that they would teach those ungrateful demons a lesson!

With the shaman’s explanation and the projection demonstration magnified to life-size, they knew very well how powerful and huge their enemies were. They also imagined that there would be an endless sea of ​​corpses in front of them, or an army of demons with battle flags covering the sky.

But no one had imagined that the enemy would appear in this situation.

Originally, it was inferred that if the enemy did not come directly over the mountain, they would take the normal Road, pass through the Ashenvale south of Mount Hyjal, and then go to the Felwood Forest in the west, and run into the fortified camp that the orcs had hastily built in recent days from the only entrance to the seamount.

Even though a front-line commander had died, the Burning Legion, which should have been completely enraged, neither accelerated nor slowed down its advance, and arrived at Ashenvale at a maximum speed of 150 kilometers per day.

Although this was achieved at the cost of the Undead Legion’s day and night marching, and was far beyond the limits of what a mortal infantry regiment could do, it was still within the budget of the three major factions.

The Burning Legion then ignored the Felwood and headed straight for the pass of Mount Hyjal.

It relies on a giant monster that is enough to make most of the world’s defenses become a joke -

Even from the perspective of a time traveler like Duke, this was an extremely exaggerated and ridiculous thing. Under the image transmission of the Mage’s Eye, Duke saw a Boss that should not be here.

When the entire tribe at the foot of the mountain was surprised by the sudden explosion from the huge mountain wall in the south, Duke had already outlined the outline of the huge monster with the help of the system.

Duke finally knew what Archimonde did in the Great Sea...

The orcs in the camp at the foot of the mountain were surprised by the landslides and earthquakes three kilometers away. When Thrall could only shout in confusion, "Everyone be on guard!", Duke decisively opened the teleportation using the backdoor left for him by the night elves according to the coordinates set in advance in the orc camp.

In less than ten seconds, Duke’s figure appeared in the middle of the tribal camp.

Of course, Thrall noticed the light of the portal, and almost as soon as Duke appeared, Thrall rushed over with his guards.

"Edmund! Do you know what that thing is?"

"Got it! A burrowing bug! We’ll talk about the details later! Evacuate the center of the camp immediately - even if we have to evacuate the entire camp!" Duke shouted with his hands dancing.

Thrall’s face darkened.

Retreating before the battle even begins is an absolute insult to the orcs’ bravery.

If someone else had yelled, he would have used the Doomhammer to smash that guy’s face into a pulp. But that was Duke, the brave Edmund Duke who risked his life to kill a Burning Legion commander yesterday. Even the orcs who disliked Duke had to pay tribute to Duke’s approach of going deep into the enemy group, killing the generals and seizing the flag.

Thrall hesitated for only a second before blowing the horn to signal the retreat of the entire army.

The orders conveyed by the trumpet could never be thoroughly implemented.

The only one who executed orders relatively well was the Warsong Clan, which had thoroughly trained an elite and strong army through more than a decade of guerrilla life. The Frostwolf Clan was slightly better, after all, they were Thrall’s paternal clan, and Thrall perfectly inherited the remaining power of the old patriarch Durotan. Most of the orcs from other clans were born as slaves and lacked discipline, but this group of orcs was the largest.

The orcs were in chaos, but the terrifying monster in the distance burrowed into the ground again and rushed towards the orc camp at a speed faster than a galloping horse!

It was digging holes in the ground like an earthworm. Every time it moved underground, the vibrations and uplifts it caused were like a long-lasting earthquake that swept through the entire orc camp. Not many mortals could stand firm in such a violent earthquake.

From far to near, the earth was rising step by step, as if an invisible hand that pierced the sky and the earth was pushing a hill towards the Horde’s camp.

Getting closer.

Getting closer...

Closer!!

The tribal warriors looked at the moving hill with despair on their faces, from which rocks were constantly tumbling outward and crashing into the tribal camp at high speed.

The next second, whether it was the Minotaur warrior weighing nearly a ton, the wooden wall made of huge trees that two people could hug together, or the towering arrow tower that was sold for its thickness and strength, all were knocked into the sky by the terrifying impact that was beyond the imagination of mortals.

Not to mention the orc warriors who weigh only two or three hundred kilograms.

From a distance, those green orc warriors looked no different from dolls.

This is just the beginning.

The next moment, a long and distant howl seemed to rise in everyone’s heart. This howl came from the dark underground world, from the distant ancient times, from the oldest continent of Kalimdor that was still ruled by the four ancient gods and the elemental lords.

The violent screams penetrated the deepest part of everyone’s heart, arousing their most primitive instinctive fear. It made every living person forget to breathe and forget to have a heartbeat.

People with weak constitution and willpower may faint simply because their heart suddenly contracts due to excessive tension.

At this moment, the center of the entire tribal camp exploded.

It was like a volcanic eruption. Countless sands exploded directly from the bottom to the top. Many unlucky guys who had just been knocked away began to fall from the sky, and were once again knocked into the sky by the terrible impact.

Among this group of poor fellows, there was the priest group that Duke specially supported the orcs.

Coincidentally, the young pastor Sally Whitemane was also among them.

As a priest, she possessed the Holy Word: Shield, a life-saving skill that was not too powerful but quite useful. As a priest with first-class talent, Sally cast a Holy Word Shield that flashed with a faint white light the moment she was knocked away. The milky white light shield effectively resisted the splash of flying stones.

In order to avoid falling to her death from a high altitude, she even cast a floating spell on herself.

However, the next moment, she fell into the deepest terror and despair.

Because below her, the camp that was originally filled with various defensive buildings disappeared, and instead, what protruded from the deep black hole was a huge mouth with at least tens of thousands of sharp fangs.

She was slowly falling into that jaws that could have swallowed up a small town.