Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 431: Dark tidings

The people of Lordaeron...soon ran into the gunpoint.

To be honest, it wasn't their fault. If we ignore what Duke did, there was nothing wrong with their raid.

The mistake was that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time and met the wrong people.

If they had come a few days earlier, they would have encountered the empty period of Grim Batol. At that time, there was only one patriarch of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zuluhed, in the entire fortress. Later, when the Horde had completed the adjustment, there would not be so many great gods.

But that's what it means to say that people of Lordaeron have bad faces.

At this point in time, the entire tribe, except for the two brothers Rend and Maim who were sent to hunt down Gul'dan, and Grom Hellscream who was still being hunted in Tirisfal Glades, a large number of tribal chiefs were holding a meeting.

Yes! The meeting is held in Grim Batol.

Just yesterday, Warchief Orgrim, who had managed to save his life, left behind his deputy Sabek after arranging the war in Arathi Highlands. Then a large number of chiefs came to hold a meeting, and it was a secret meeting.

Orgrim.

Kilrogg Dead Eye.

Zuluhed.

Kashdrak.

Rexxar.

Kargath's Bladefist.

There is also a large group of chieftains from second-tier clans.

Since it is a secret meeting, there will certainly not be much fanfare.

When Grim Batol was attacked, Orgrim's brown-red face almost turned the same as his compatriots - green.

Decapitation operation! ?

Duke put too much pressure on Orgrim. Not knowing that Duke was in trouble, Orgrim almost immediately thought it was Duke's plan.

For a moment, Orgrim almost collapsed, but the Warchief was still the Warchief. After sending out some ordinary elite soldiers to test the waters, he immediately made a plan.

Orgrim, sitting at the head of the group, showed no emotion or joy, and asked calmly, "Is the human portal still open?"

"Yes!" Zuluhed replied.

"Kargath, take your men and Rexxar to block the portal."

"Understood." Ka'gath, whose arm was broken, raised the sharp blade connected to the broken arm and revealed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile.

"Zuluhed, tell Nekros to hide."

"yes."

"Everyone else, follow me to the Alliance to get a piece of meat." After saying that, the burly body suddenly stood up, and everyone saw that Orgrim tightly grasped the infamous Hammer of Doom.

The people of Lordaeron were stunned.

After all, this is not their territory. Even with the map provided by the Bronzebeard Dwarves, not everyone can clearly identify the road in the bloody battle.

Especially when the top wall of the main passage of the fortress suddenly collapsed and a large number of strong men jumped down, the people of Lordaeron were stunned except for those unlucky ones who were killed on the spot.

The Alliance and the Horde have been fighting for so long that everyone knows each other well.

Everyone knows that the Alliance relies on formations. Infantry shield formations in the front lead the way, spearmen and greatswordsmen in the middle, mages and archers in the back, and priests to heal.

If you can wear them down, you can teach the orcs a lesson in human behavior in minutes.

the Horde's strength lies in the quality of individual soldiers. Once they get into a melee, it is no problem for one orc to kill ten human infantrymen.

This time, the Horde's attack hit the Alliance's weak spot.

The Broken Palm Clan warriors, who almost landed from the sky, immediately cut off the Alliance's formation and blocked the Alliance's portal entrance.

In one encounter, more than twenty priests were killed instantly. The sharp blades on their arms caused the Church of Light to suffer the most tragic loss since the war began.

The number of people who can come through the portal is limited, and those who can come are the elite of the elite. If any of these priests is released, they will be the bishop of the region. Their death is definitely a great loss to the alliance.

Moreover, the Alliance's only way of fighting was broken, which had a huge psychological impact on the Alliance soldiers. Just think about it, with these nurses and nurses, they could be saved as long as they had a breath left. Without them, serious injuries meant death. How could the psychological pressure be the same?

Far away in Dalaran, Terenas, who was sitting on the terrace, turned pale when he saw this.

"Master, please hold on for a while. I'm afraid we'll have to send reinforcements."

Such a large operation could not have been without a backup plan, and that plan was, of course, Uther's Silver Hand.

Almost at the moment of seeing the passage being blocked, Uther took the lead and rushed forward. Behind him, Tirion Fordring also rushed forward with his warhammer tightly grasped. Next to them were fifty Silver Hand Paladins.

However, when they rushed over, they found that the battlefield was still too narrow.

As a fortress gate, the 50-meter-wide main passage is definitely not narrow. But for a battlefield, it is undoubtedly a narrow path. The two sides fought a fierce battle near the entrance of the portal.

The alliance suffered a great loss this time.

No one dared to blast magic through the portal, because it would affect the stability of the portal. The only thing they could rely on was hand-to-hand combat and bows and arrows.

In an ordinary melee, would the vicious people of the Broken Palm Clan be afraid of this?

Kargath versus Uther.

Rexxar confronts Tirion.

The two sides were evenly matched.

It seems like a stalemate here, but there are big problems inside.

Having their retreat blocked was a huge blow to morale. When Orgrim and a group of fierce chieftains came charging at them, Abendis and Saidan's faces turned pale. They never expected that almost all the best fighters in the Horde were here.

The founders of the later Scarlet Crusade barely held off the chieftains of four second-tier clans. But Orgrim, who couldn't stop sneering, led a large group of the most powerful chieftains to kill!

The shield is most vulnerable to swords and is most afraid of heavy weapons.

When Orgrim, who swung a 100-pound hammer like a toy, appeared, the Alliance soldiers discovered for the first time that they could also be part of a one-man-a-thousand-strong force - well, those soldiers who were knocked flying.

The hammer swept across the sky, knocking at least five or six elite soldiers of the alliance flying, with their arms and legs broken or their bodies twisted. Only the paladins who had activated the invincibility could survive the blow. In this case, when the paladins who looked like big golden eggs were knocked flying, they also knocked many of their colleagues flying like bowling balls.

the Doomhammer is covered with human blood, flesh, and bones, and is filled with murderous aura. At this moment, everyone would think that this terrifying hammer is a divine weapon!

The Alliance was in disarray, and Lordaeron's elite troops were decreasing rapidly at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

"No——" General Abendis was furious. He almost went crazy.

You know, those who died were his best men! Many of them had been with him for at least five years. But now they were being mowed down like a sickle mowing down wheat in the field!

He didn't know what was going on, but this time, Lordaeron was really in trouble.

In fact, the people of Lordaeron were very unfairly treated this time.

If Duke had not crossed the wetlands to lure out Deathwing, the three young red dragons would not have been slaughtered, and the Dragonmaw Clan would not have been facing a formidable enemy.

The young red dragon is not an ordinary cat or dog. If he is placed in the Horde, he will definitely be a first-line chief in terms of combat power. Suddenly, three of them died in consecutive days. It would be strange if the Horde was not alarmed.

Without this premise, Zuluhed would not have allowed 100,000 tribes to gather near Grim Batol, and Orgrim would not have held a meeting at this tribal gathering point.

Many things are linked together.

Lordaeron, who had barged in for the sake of face, happened to encounter a parade of 100,000 alpacas, and was cheated to the point of almost losing all his capital.

Not only was Orgrim leading the massacre inside, but the situation outside was also not peaceful. Zuluhed directly rode his red dragon from the dragon-only exit on the mountainside to the entrance below the fortress, and let the dragon breathe towards the portal.

To put it simply, a portal is a condensation of magic power.

If the stupid orcs use axes and hammers to hit them, even ten thousand more people will be useless.

Dragon's breath is different.

The essence of dragon breath is fire element. Although enough fire element will not destroy the portal, it can bring greater burden to the portal.

The mages in Dalaran are in trouble.

"Who is attacking the portal?" The mages found that their mana consumption was rising sharply. It was already quite difficult to support a portal that could transport dozens of people at the same time, and now it was even more difficult.

"Damn it! Another red dragon!" Antonidas certainly knew what it was.

The color drained from King Terenas's face. Now the infantry could no longer make a breakthrough. If he wanted to change the situation, he would either have to make a heroic move and force the people at the door to withdraw, or he would have to deploy overwhelming force.

No matter how you look at it now, the Horde has been well prepared!

He asked tentatively: "Can Dalaran deploy more mages?"

Antonidas blew his beard and glared: "How dare you ask me to throw my precious high-level mages into this terrible chaos?"

Mages are definitely the treasures of the human race and the entire Alliance. Especially the academic mages from Dalaran, they are not good at fighting in chaos, and the generally accepted way to use mages is to suppress the opponent in positional battles.

To the Kirin Tor Speaker, Terenas's opinion undoubtedly meant that he should be sent to deliver food.

Now is the time to test Terenas's mettle.

If we withdraw like this, we will lose at least half of our elite troops and gain nothing.

Continuing to send more troops will not necessarily improve the situation, but may instead trap more good players.

Terenas was unwilling to accept this! This should have been a great opportunity for Lordaeron to become famous and show its might, but how come Duke killed tens of thousands of elite orcs in a few strokes when he was annihilating the Horde, but when it fell on his head, it became like sending the elite to die?

The old king's clenched fists were shaking.

He knew he had to make a decision without anyone reminding him.

At this moment, Antonidas suddenly remembered something and gave Terenas a finishing blow: "Your Majesty Menethil, there is no need to be too pessimistic. When I opened the portal just now, I detected the magical fluctuations of Lord Edmund. He seems to be in Grim Batol as well."

As soon as these words came out, Terenas, who fully understood the archmage's subtext, almost vomited blood - it turned out that he did not trust Duke and had directly invested thousands of elite troops, but in the end, he would become a feint attack for Duke?

By the way! Wasn't Duke dying? How did he get into the fortress surrounded by hundreds of thousands of orcs?

This time, not only were the fists of the King of Lordaeron shaking, but his entire body was shaking like a sieve.

Terenas was shocked.

Llane and Anduin were so happy! The two good friends looked at each other, and saw infinite surprise in each other's eyes.

Duke is alive!

Llane couldn't suppress his excitement and stepped forward quickly: "What's wrong with Duke? Can you sense his condition?"

Antonidas nodded: "I don't know his physical condition, but his magic fluctuations have not weakened at all."

When these words were spoken, all the kings were moved.

No matter if Duke is dying or not, at least this guy can fight now!

Anyone who has seen Duke in action knows that Duke cannot be considered a master Mage at all. In group battles, he is more cruel than many archmages.

Moreover, the various magical things he did in the past always make people have some positive fantasies about him.

At this moment, the clouds above Grim Batol Fortress suddenly rolled back layer by layer, forming a huge hole in an instant, and endless flames poured down from the hole.

The entire mountain top was ablaze with red.

Ancient dragon?

An ancient dragon is arriving again at this time?

How many ancient dragons does the Horde control? Is there any chance for people to survive?

Just when everyone's faces changed again, the style of the painting suddenly changed.

No one expected that a huge red dragon would attack the young red dragons circling in the sky when it descended from the sky.

It was not the dragon breath unique to the Dragonflight, nor a melee attack, but an endless magical offensive.

Frost, fire, and arcane, the three most violent output magics turned into a dazzling magic storm and blasted towards every red dragon that tried to rush forward to intercept it.

What what?

Could it be that this red dragon is on the Alliance side?

Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned and couldn't understand what was going on.

Only Antonidas in Dalaran looked around thoughtfully. One Kirin Tor councilor was missing - Krasus!

That's right! The giant red dragon in the sky was none other than Krasus, who had previously transformed into a human and had become one of the six members of the Kirin Tor in Dalaran. He was now the red dragon Cleostrasz!

Krasus was fighting in the sky. Even though he had already entered the ranks of ancient dragons in terms of combat power, he was not at all relaxed when facing so many powerful compatriots. He was shocked to find that those young dragons had begun to be brainwashed under the influence of the Demon Soul, and they began to unconsciously agree with the orcs' orders.

He was hesitant in dealing with them, but they attacked him without hesitation.

Krasus gritted his teeth and dodged left and right in the sky, but at this most tense moment, he still sent a magic message to someone.

"Edmund Duke! I don't know what other cards you have! But I have used up all the tricks I can use. The rest depends on you. I'm counting on you! You must rescue Queen Alexstrasza!"

Just at this moment!

Duke, who had fallen asleep at the secret entrance of Grim Batol Fortress, suddenly opened his eyes.

He sent back a magical message.

"Wait for me!"