Chapter 112 Standing a Statue for You

If it was before, Duke would definitely think he was crazy.

Right now, he feels a bit like a gambler. He could get out early, but he hopes to win everything back through a big comeback.

He put more morals on him, just to gain victory and more recognition after defeating Medivh, and get back his morals by the way.

Thinking deeper, it's not like that at all.

The seemingly crazy move actually stems from a heavier sense of responsibility.

Khadgar hung up. The burden of fate that originally belonged to Khadgar fell on Duke's shoulders.

The fate of the kingdom, the fate of mankind, and even the fate of the entire planet Azeroth are affected by Duke's choice.

It is true that Duke can let Lothar's elite soldiers fight to the death without suppressing their integrity. Although they have long disregarded life and death, who can guarantee that they will be sacrificed in exchange for victory? Who can guarantee that after passing this level of chess, there will be no need to sacrifice in the next level?

Can Duke himself be worthy of their burning and trusting eyes?

Duke didn't know he was standing at a crossroads with countless forks.

Countless people stop at this intersection that requires great courage. Because of the instinct in human nature, people often choose to protect themselves. Perhaps it is because of cowardice that they choose to escape; perhaps it is because of indifference that they choose to sacrifice others without principle; or they are arrogant and arrogant.

But unconsciously, Duke chose to follow his heart—he wanted to change this period of history and the direction of the river of fate.

So, he took a step that he didn't even dare to imagine before...

Lothar has always had amazing intuition. As a half-orc, Garona's senses are also quite keen. The two of them noticed the change in Duke almost immediately.

Originally, before this, a tragic atmosphere had already spread in the team, and everyone was ready to sacrifice. But as Duke's soul fluctuated, everyone suddenly discovered that they had many, many 'companions' around them.

Over a thousand murlocs with funny shapes, holding extremely primitive weapons, roared at the orcs facing them.

There are more than two hundred giant jackals over two meters tall.

Nearly a hundred Naga, including a female Naga priest.

"This is..." Suddenly surrounded by such a large group of monsters, Lothar's elite soldiers were dumbfounded.

"Our reinforcements!" Duke laughed loudly.

"Oh oh oh--"

"Hahaha!"

"Long live Your Majesty Marcus!"

"Victory! Victory—"

Morale suddenly rose.

Lothar was surprised, and then showed a touch of sadness. He approached Duke and asked in a low voice, "You paid your soul as the price?"

"It's good morals, just pick it up after you throw it away." Originally, Duke wanted to say this, but the words changed when he came to his mouth: "Everyone is ready to sacrifice for mankind, and I am the only one who can safely hide in a safe place." In the protective circle, suitable?"

"you……"

Staring at the orc on the opposite side, Duke's vision seemed to go beyond this strange chess space, beyond Karazhan, and beyond the whole world: "If there is a day when I go mad because of the loss of my soul, please destroy me with your own hands." .”

For some reason, Duke's smile looked so calm, yet so heavy as a mountain. Lothar suddenly found himself choked up, and he patted Duke on the shoulder with one hand.

"Okay! If there is such a day, I will do it myself. But I am honored to return to Stormwind City, and I will spend the rest of my life sculpting a huge statue for you in the Valley of the Kings that can be seen by the whole country."

It's a man's promise, it's a hero's promise.

Duke suddenly discovered that he had completely gained the approval of the epic hero Anduin Lothar.

A faint smile appeared on his face, Duke turned his head: "Let's deal with these guys first."

The comparison of combat power between the two sides, because Duke's soul recharge has changed. At the cost of 5% throttling, Duke obtained an increase in combat power. From the overwhelming disadvantage at the beginning, the combat power ratio of the two sides became 45 to 55.

And it's just a purely numerical improvement.

Duke can't count on the guys he kills to perform well.

The gnoll Hogg and his younger brother, plus the grayscale naga priest, a group of male naga, and more than a thousand unreliable murlocs, this combination of sea and land is extremely unreliable.

Not only Duke saw it, but Lothar saw it too.

"Duke, are these guys under your control?"

"Well. I plan to let the murlocs go up from the right first, and then the gnolls go up from the left."

Lothar is a man who knows how to fight, and he immediately understood Duke's plan - dragging left and right, and then breaking through the middle, giving the opponent a fatal blow.

"good idea."

"Yes, this damn game of death ends with the death of the opponent's general."

On the black and white floor tiles, the murlocs took their seemingly ridiculous steps and charged under the whip of the naga.

The entire battlefield was full of murlocs yelling, and even the murlocs themselves might not understand the meaning of the shouts. They were black and dense, sweeping towards the orcs like huge waves. On the surface, they seem to have the momentum to overwhelm the orc army in one breath.

However, that's all it seems.

The orcs standing in the front formed a green wall.

The murlocs rushing to the front handed out their crude spears to the orc formation, and if there were no accidents, they would stab the orc in the chest in three seconds.

It's a pity that accidents are the least lacking in the world. They hit a wall of death made of heavy weapons-they seem to hit an invisible wall. The giant hammer or giant ax that hit their heads easily smashed their crude weapons together with their ridiculous fish-shaped heads into slag.

This terrifying and destructive power made the entire murloc army's impact stagnant. The murlocs who saw this scene in front tried to retreat, but the murlocs behind them continued to charge forward for unknown reasons, squeezing the space of their companions.

"Hahaha! Bastard murlocs! Die, die—" The violent chief guards opened their bloodshot, fang-filled mouths, roaring loudly, and attacked melons and vegetables. with.

Often each slash can smash multiple murlocs into meat paste, or split them into several pieces. The murlocs were obviously stunned by the opponent's unimaginable wild offensive, and the chaos spread rapidly. Hundreds of murlocs collided into a ball in the center of the battlefield, and suddenly became a mess.

If it wasn't for Naga's scolding from behind, the murloc might have already collapsed.

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