Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 189: Jailbreak

"Impossible!"

The arena managers who had to deal with ferocious monsters all day long, as well as the guards who were responsible for watching over the slaves, were all stunned. The humanoid monster before them was beyond the scope of human imagination.

Despite the mysterious merchant's repeated warnings, the guards still imprisoned the orcs according to the standards of trolls after seeing their huge bodies. In their opinion, even two trolls would not be able to break free.

They were wrong.

The orcs' power is originally greater than that of the trolls, not to mention the violent orcs who have drunk the blood of demons.

As the roar that shook the entire arena rang out, a hundred violent orcs broke free from their cages and rushed towards the light.

The strong and powerful men in human terms were like children in front of them. The long whips used to punish slaves would only arouse their greater ferocity.

The huge fists smashed into the faces of the scarred, ferocious-looking guards, and the overwhelming force easily smashed everything it touched to pieces. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

The cheekbones collapsed instantly, followed by the temples and jawbone, and then the entire skull. The human cervical spine had not yet provided support or cushioning, and the violent force had already shattered the entire skull.

Yellow, white, red, all kinds of colorful paste dyed the walls of the arena, which had been turned black by the blood of countless slaves, with the color of the abusers.

"Ahhhhh——" Once upon a time, the vicious guards and slave owners who were high above and seemed the masters of all life in the world, now cried like a woman.

More guards arrived upon hearing the news, bringing with them the best equipment they could.

However, this is of no use.

These violent orcs could stir up a bloody storm with a straight punch or a swing of their arms. When the orcs came to their senses, there was no one alive in the basement of the arena except the orcs.

That inexplicable voice seemed to be guiding them, and they seemed to feel the roar of the unyielding and angry soul of Chieftain Blackhand.

"Lok-Narash!" shouted the leading Blackhand guard, asking the orcs to arm themselves.

They quickly got all the heavy weapons they could gather, smashed open the door of the arena, and then saw the light...

"Lok'tar Ogar!"

Either victory or death!

In this unknown country full of humans, in this place where there are enemies everywhere, the glory of the Horde and the violent demon blood in their bodies are driving them to charge towards the tallest and most magnificent building.

The city guards were alarmed, and when they rushed over after hearing the news, they saw a group of extremely ferocious green-skinned creatures.

"Don't be afraid! These are orcs! Form a formation and surround him..." Before the team leader finished shouting, a huge iron pillar thicker than a human thigh swept over.

The Blackhand Guard who took the lead used his unparalleled strength to teach these human warriors who had never fought against orcs a good lesson. The lesson was called - strength!

The round shields neatly arranged in a row did not look like shields at all, and were easily blown up by the heavy iron pillars in one go. The sound of the round shields covered with iron sheets exploding mixed with the screams and wails of the city guards, deeply irritating the nerves of every city guard behind them.

Fear easily seized their hearts.

For a moment, even my heart forgot to beat.

The three-meter-tall terrifying figure was reflected in the dilated pupils of each eye. It didn't look like a living creature at all, but more like a demon from ancient times!

"Ahhhhh——" The first row of city guards, whose arms were smashed to pieces, screamed miserably. The second row of city guards were almost stunned.

They paid the price of their brief inattention on the battlefield with their lives.

The muscles of the orc guards swelled to the point of almost exploding, and under the giant-level strength, the super-long iron pillar that had been swung out with all his strength stopped abruptly within half a meter, and then swept across again!

The one who fell to the ground escaped the disaster, but eight city guards in the second row who were standing there in a daze were cut in half.

The scene was so bloody that it easily overwhelmed their rationality.

"Ahhh! I don't want to die!" These city guards, who usually could only bully gangsters and thieves, suddenly lost the will to fight. They dispersed, discarded their swords and shields, and tried to escape from this horrible Shura field in a desperate manner.

Coming out of the arena is the first avenue in Lordaeron, known as the Gladiator Street.

This street, which mainly sells swords and weapons, has always been a favorite of dignitaries. Ordinary citizens are not eligible to enter this street. As an affiliated industrial chain of the arena, this street not only has a large number of fine weapons and armor that far exceed standard weapons, but also a variety of rare equipment and accessories.

A gladiator armed with a tattered sword and a rubbish shield will not get much cheers no matter how skilled he is.

The nobles who owned gladiators would invest in gorgeous armor and ornaments on their favorite gladiators. After all, this was their face.

Therefore, the leading Blackhand guards found a huge skull of a six-horned rhinoceros. This huge skull had been soaked in molten iron and had long become extremely hard. With the six huge horns extending forward, it was a terrifying piece of equipment that could both attack and defend.

The only problem is that it's too heavy even for a troll slave to move.

But now, all of them have fallen into the hands of the Blackhand guards.

Holding it, the Blackhand Guards easily caught up with a carriage with a gorgeous noble emblem and rammed it with their hard and sharp horns. Half a second later, the entire carriage was smashed to pieces, and the people inside were turned into scarlet debris.

Blood and viscera dyed the entire Gladiator Street red.

When the orcs fought their way from one end of the long street to the other, what appeared before them was a huge square with a fountain and a huge building with pure white exterior walls.

"Lok'tarOgar!" The Blackhand Guards roared again.

Without any hesitation, these one hundred orcs launched an attack on the Lordaeron Palace, which had the largest number of guards and the most stringent defenses.

"Dangdangdang!"

When the Lordaeron Palace had no time to retract the drawbridge and even the palace gate was breached, not only the Lordaeron high-ranking officials, but also a priest who was preaching in the palace's temple were alarmed.

"There are enemies in the Lordaeron Palace?" Hearing the shouting and killing not far away, a burly male priest stood up suddenly: "Teacher Faol, I'll go take a look."

Seeing his disciple lift a heavy warhammer easily, the Archbishop sighed. This disciple was good in everything, and his devotion to the Holy Light and his faith in the sacred were unparalleled. But I always felt that he was a little out of tune with the profession of priest!

"You go ahead!"

The shrill alarm bells were rapid and piercing.

As the king of Lordaeron, Menethil II could no longer sit still and stood up suddenly. The torch-shaped crown that looked like a claw exuded blazing majesty.

"King Wrynn and all the guests, please calm down. As the king of Lordaeron, I have the confidence and ability to protect your safety. Please wait here for a moment." After saying this, without caring about other people's reactions, Menethil II waved his hand, and a large number of royal guards rushed into the huge conference hall to guard the important roads, and magicians came in to set up defensive magic circles.

The commotion was so exaggerated that it was conceivable that Lordaeron would suffer great loss of face after this incident.

Representatives from various countries were either restless or muttering to themselves, and their reactions were quite interesting.

Of course the funniest ones were Llane and Lothar. These two guys couldn't help but look at Duke, as if to say, "I knew it had something to do with you."

Duke shrugged and waved his hands, as if to show that he was innocent.

Llane rolled his eyes and said, "Who are you kidding? You killed 100,000 orcs with one fire. You have the most tricks."

Lothar was even more direct, his face turned a little dark.

Forced by these two big guys, Duke had no choice but to secretly make the number 7.

Okay, this time it was Llane's turn to remain silent, and Lothar rolled his eyes.

Seven refers to the Seventh Military Intelligence Department.

As an intelligence agency directly under the king, Llane did not think Duke had the ability to reach out to MI7. Needless to say, this was clearly the action of MI7, and Duke, as the head of internal affairs in Nanhai Town, should have known about it to some extent, and seemed to have played a certain role.

Llane was half right.

If Llane goes back to ask, he will get this answer: This is a plan planned and launched by MI7.

In fact, it was Duke who triggered it.

Because of Van Cleef's matter, Duke found the master who taught Van Cleef the art of rogue. Duke bluntly pointed out the identity of that guy.

As a military intelligence agency, they placed spies around important officials of the kingdom and were caught. This was undoubtedly a huge failure. The guy's face fell all of a sudden.

How important is Duke now?

There was even a saying in the army that even if Lothar collapsed, Duke could not be allowed to collapse, because these hundreds of thousands of exiled soldiers and civilians were now completely supported by Duke.

Duke can review more than 1,000 reports and requests in an afternoon, and then he can do ten things at once, using ten magic hands to write 10 different reports and instructions, and there are no mistakes at all. (In fact, the system elves help to classify and summarize the confidence, and after the summary report, Duke will think about it, and the system elves will control the magic hands to write the instructions)

It is no exaggeration to say that the Duke alone is equivalent to a cabinet of interior ministers plus 100 civil officials. In addition to the Duke's previous brilliant military exploits, if the Duke went to the king to complain, not only would he, a small intelligence officer, but the entire MI7 would definitely not end well.

Duke pretended to be angry and yelled, "You have so much time to do these things, why don't you think about how to help His Majesty promote the establishment of the Seven Nations Alliance. Even sending a few orcs to Lordaeron to provoke old man Terenas is better than doing this!"

Although this sounded like an angry remark, it was a different matter when it fell into the ears of the boss of MI7, the female assassin Pasonia Shore.

Because the Horde uses a large number of wargs, this canine with a sensitive nose has almost deprived MI7 of all its intelligence acquisition channels. Llane's dissatisfaction with MI7 began at the beginning of the Orc War.

Pasonia was eager to do something beneficial to the kingdom. Duke's seemingly unintentional words inspired her. As an intelligence agency, she had the right to deal with prisoners, so she took away a full 100 orcs.

It's a pity that she didn't speak Orcish, so in the end she had no choice but to go find Duke.

Duke didn't say anything and just helped Pasonia translate.

In fact, Pasonia also vaguely guessed that Duke wanted to use her and MI7. Some things are like a layer of paper, which can be broken with a poke. With enough tacit understanding, no one will poke through it.

Duke wants to use MI7 to promote the formation of the alliance.

Military Intelligence Department 7 must prove itself by making achievements.

This matter will not harm the interests of the Storm Kingdom in the end. As a result, the two sides have tacitly joined forces.

Clearly, the head of MI7 was doing a good job.

Terenas rolled out of the meeting room like his ass was on fire.

"Then what is the new method you have prepared?" Lothar asked unwillingly.

Duke raised his hand and displayed a smaller holographic projection, which was a clip of the Battle of Stormwind. This new way of display really stunned Lothar.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." Lothar is also a very straightforward person. Seeing that Duke didn't participate in this matter much, he quickly forgot about it.

At this moment, in the square in front of the main hall of the palace.

The orc squadron was still advancing rapidly.

The torrential rain of arrows could not take the lives of these violent orcs.

Just like Stormwind did at the beginning of the war, the guards of Lordaeron underestimated the toughness of the orcs' skin and flesh. The sharp arrows only penetrated less than three centimeters under the orcs' skin before getting stuck. It seemed that every orc had turned into a porcupine, but those orcs still roared like demons and killed them regardless.

The shield-sword soldiers who came up with large shields were easily blown away, and dozens of spears thrust at the same time were often swept away by a stick. These orcs were simply unkillable monsters, which made the royal guards tremble with fear.

The only thing that keeps these guards standing here is their honor and their determination not to retreat.

However, these orcs finally met their match.

A priest radiating white light. In the eyes of the Blackhand Guards, this guy knows some kind of healing magic, which is similar to the healing magic of a shaman.

The Blackhand Guards didn't think such a guy could stop them.

He is wrong!

So wrong!

When he crashed into it with the huge hexagonal rhino skull, he was stunned by the scene happening below.

hammer!

A huge silver iron hammer, swung at high speed with a fierce power that was no less powerful than that of a chieftain-level master, smashed into his rhino's skull.

With a loud "bang", the horned rhinoceros skull that had smashed the carriage and defeated one human shield formation after another and was a powerful weapon was smashed into large and small pieces by the hammer like a piece of glass, and scattered all around.

Without hesitation, the Blackhand Guard swung his right arm and blasted out the huge iron rod that was pulled out from the arena.

However, the opponent's strength was beyond his expectations.

"Dang——" followed by a loud clanging sound that was enough to make the guards around cover their ears in pain.

The Blackhand guards' eyes bulged out of their sockets.

What did he see?

The iron rod as thick as an arm was bent by the hammer! !