Chapter 706 Duke, You Devil

On the other hand, the tribe was destined to be wailing.

In order to undermine the morale of the orcs, the Alliance cleverly broadcast the magical images live to the tribe.

In the Cursed Land, the morale of the tribe's main force was not much higher because they were unable to attack and were trapped in the Cursed Land. At this moment, the retreat was suddenly blocked, and when it was learned that the great chief had been defeated, panic spread throughout the tribe camp.

"No! This must be a conspiracy of the alliance! The alliance is deceiving us and creating a false image to fool us!" Those former shamans and now orc warlocks are running around to boost morale.

Unfortunately, little results were achieved.

It's very simple. The main force of the tribe this time is based on Kilrogg*Dead Eye's Bloodring Clan and Kargath*Blade Fist's Shattered Palm Clan.

These two clans, who had returned from the killing battlefield, were tied for first place in the tribe in terms of combat power. Even the Thunder God, Thunder Blade, Laughing Skull, Red Walker, and Bone Chewer clans, which are also first-class clans, are incomparable to these two clans.

Both the quality of individual soldiers and group battles are far behind by more than one level.

Just when clans like the Thors were trying to find a sense of security from their compatriots Bloodband and Shattered Hand, they found that the orcs of these clans were even worse than they were.

The war madmen of the Broken Hand clan lowered their heads and said nothing.

The powerful warriors of the Blood Ring Clan knelt down and cried:

"Ancestor! It's that devil again!"

"Duke Marcus, it's not enough for you to kill War Chief Blackhand and defeat War Chief Orgrim. Do you also want to kill our third War Chief?"

"It's over! It's over! There's no way we can defeat that Duke!"

Clans such as Thunder God and Thunder Blade could only become kings and hegemons after the absence of several recognized strongest clans. After all, it has just been two years, and most of them have not forgotten how glorious the Blackstone and Warsong clans were.

At this time, through word of mouth, I learned that Duke Marcus was the super demon who had wiped out the Blackstone clan, drove the Warsong clan into the ravine and could not come back, and killed and captured the two great chiefs. Afterwards, looking at Ner'zhul like a dead dog in the huge mirror image, the morale of the orcs completely collapsed.

News of the orcs' chaos spread quickly to Nethergarde Keep.

"What a great opportunity! Let us defeat the Horde in one fell swoop! Let our 'Lightning Tank Legion' take the lead!" Muradin Bronzebeard danced excitedly. The little man couldn't wait to recreate the glory of the Battle of the Searing Gorge.

"Okay." Taking advantage of the chaos to kill the enemy is a judgment that every qualified commander must have. Anduin made his decision on the spot.

"Wait! You can't press them all. The Dark Portal is a bit dangerous." During the magic communication, Duke stopped Lothar.

"Danger? But the fighter plane...Duke, give me a convincing reason."

The opportunity was fleeting, and Anduin simply couldn't let go of such a great opportunity. So what if the Dark Portal is restored? As long as the tribe's elites trapped here can be severely damaged, it will definitely dampen the tribe's momentum.

Duke thought for a moment and gave a plausible reason: "Ner'zhul can remotely control the Dark Portal, but I haven't released his soul control yet. The magic contained in the Dark Portal is too powerful. I'm afraid it's dangerous, so you can't. Press it all up.”

After all, it seemed that the magic transmission was subject to some kind of spatial interference, and the communication was interrupted.

"What's going on?" Muradin asked.

"It's not a big deal. Karazhan is located on an unstable space rift, and it is common for magic transmissions to fail. In the past, it was very hard for us to get Medivh, and we often had to send people directly to the door. In the worst time in the past, Karazhan The tower had to be closed directly due to space fluctuations. It is not uncommon for us to be unable to contact Karazhan for a year or two." Anduin was telling the truth. Since he, as the commander, said so, no one asked more questions. .

However, when preparing to attack, everyone had differences.

When everyone saw Anduin put on his helmet and looked like he was going to fight, everyone stopped.

"Please, Lord Lothar, you are the commander-in-chief! It's not the Battle of the Searing Gorge now. Both the front and center formations have collapsed. Where is the need for the commander-in-chief to come directly to the battlefield?" The experienced General Haas stopped Lothar with a smile.

Turalyon also advised seriously: "Even defeating the enemy of chaos requires the commander to personally do it. Doesn't it seem that we generals are too incompetent?"

"That's right! Commander, you have made enough achievements, let us young people take some of the credit. Hahahaha!" Muradin, the dwarf, also followed suit.

Anduin's face turned dark: "Muradin, come out here. Others can consider themselves young people. Muradin, you old bastard is almost a hundred years old, and you still have the nerve to pretend to be young with me."

Among the dwarves, Muradin is just a young man. He has no consciousness of his elders at all. Thinking that he is a grandfather-like old guy among humans, his head suddenly shrinks: "Okay, I admit my mistake."

Judging from everyone's momentum, they would not let themselves end. Anduin had no choice but to do as he was told: "Turalyon led a thousand cavalry to cover from the east, and Hass led the Eagle Knights to cover from the west. Both sides were probing attacks. , if the orcs are not in chaos, then don’t charge. Muradin’s fire cover.”

Turalyon and Haas saluted at the same time: "As you command."

Only Muradin was extremely frustrated, and his dream of a tank group charge was temporarily in vain.

Everywhere, the Alliance fought back.

In Redridge Mountain, Reginald led Duke's private regiment to break out of the fortress and launched a charge against the Black Fang clan. Kill the Black Hand brothers until they cry for father and mother.

Tirisfal Glades, Brill. While Uther and Grom were fighting fiercely, Mograine led his army to launch a counterattack, vowing to annihilate the Warsong clan here.

It is conceivable that in a short time, good news will come from all fronts.

No one expected that Duke would be in big trouble.

Duke and the others were right to beat Ner'zhul into a dog, but when they were dealing with Ner'zhul, something happened.

"No, no, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Don't come here -" The dignified third-generation chief was so afraid of death that he was even worse than an orc girl.

At this moment, even the two paladins Gavin Rad and Tirion showed contempt.

The pleasure of defeating such a warchief is incomparable to Lothar's defeat of Blackhand, or Turalyon's defeat of Orgrim.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Ner'zhul struggled, keeping his wounded body as far away from the big demon Duke as possible.

Duke sneered: "We will not kill you. I will only imprison you..."

"No! I don't believe you, you devil who murdered millions of orcs!"