Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 146: Arrival

Windsor was the second one to come up.

After the battle with the demons, Windsor felt that he had been reborn. Especially in terms of experience against large enemies, he and the elite soldiers who returned from Karazhan had extraordinary strength beyond ordinary elites.

He thought he could do it.

Although he was surprised at the bravery of this red-skinned orc who was completely different from other orcs, he still charged forward with his shield raised, with the King's Guardian emitting a dazzling cold light in his right hand.

He underestimated Orgrim.

Windsor couldn't have known that he was facing the future chieftain of the Horde. During this period of time, the Horde's number one warrior, and even in "history", it was Orgrim who personally killed the Azeroth lion Anduin Lothar in the final battle.

If he knew that this was an opponent he could not handle at all, he might have adopted a completely different strategy.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in life.

In his opinion, anyone who used heavy weapons must be a clumsy guy with slow movements and many flaws. So he rushed forward at high speed.

Windsor was wrong, very wrong. Just as Orgrim smashed the guard to death with a hammer, the muscles on his arm suddenly swelled, and the red blood vessels on the skin exposed to the air were like beards. It was a force beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Orgrim's Hammer of Destruction seemed to bounce up by itself, sweeping towards Windsor like a storm.

"Boom!" Although Windsor was holding a shield and the hammer hit the shield, the terrifying force of the giant in tons was not something a mortal could resist. Windsor's left arm was instantly twisted and deformed, with multiple fractures.

The huge impact even hurt his lungs. After being knocked away, blood gushed out of his mouth and nose before he fell from mid-air, and he was on the verge of death.

Behind Orgrim, the ferocious orcs chopped down all the human warriors standing in the hall like cutting melons and vegetables.

Between the queen who stood there in silence and Orgrim, there was only Varian, trembling with a dagger in his hand.

Finally, a tear slid down the queen's beautiful face, which made people feel pity and heartbroken.

Orgrim strode over with his hammer on his shoulder, and every step he took seemed to shake the earth.

"Are you the woman of the human chief?" Orgrim spoke in Orcish.

The queen didn't understand everything, but after meeting Garona a while ago, she at least understood the word "Warchief". The queen held her chest high and said in the human common language: "I am the queen of the Kingdom of Stormwind. If you want to kill my husband, I'm sorry, he is on his way. But if you want to kill me and my child, then go ahead and try!"

Orgrim did not understand the human language, but he admired the courage of this human female. Not only her, but also the human cub. From the initial timidity, he regained his courage in the extreme fear. Although the little guy only held a dagger, Orgrim knew that the little guy was about to launch an attack.

"Ahhhhh!" Varian roared, rushed forward and stabbed out with the dagger.

However, this was of no use, as the brave Varian was flicked away by Orgrim's finger.

"No--"

There was no longer any barrier between his most respected mother and that brutal orc. He could not imagine how that brutal and cruel orc would treat his mother.

No matter which result it is, Varian does not want to see it.

"Is there anyone?!"

"Is anyone else here?"

"Who can save my mother! Save the kingdom!?"

Varian's young but handsome face was twisted in pain. He was crying and wailing, but all he saw were women and children, people who were shrinking back timidly, trying to delay the arrival of death.

I actually sent out a desperate prayer to this group of people! ?

Varian was desperate, truly desperate. He almost gave up on himself and shouted, "Uncle Anduin, aren't you the guardian of the kingdom? Brother Duke, aren't you a super wizard who claims to surpass Medivh? The kingdom is in danger! My mother is in danger! Where are you?!"

Although he didn't understand, a look of mockery appeared on Orgrim's face. When he was about to say something, a magical light suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hey, who was calling me just now? Was it you? Your Royal Highness." A male voice with a hint of teasing suddenly sounded in the void, echoing throughout the hall.

Orgrim hated magic.

But at this time, he kind of wished he had a shaman or even a warlock by his side.

A bright blue light flashed, and a young man wearing the robes of the Royal Mage Corps of Stormwind Kingdom suddenly appeared, standing between the Queen, Varian and Orgrim.

Unexpectedly, when the young man opened his mouth, he spoke standard Orc language!

"Orgrim Doomhammer, this is not the place for you, get out of here!" The roar was like thunder in the sky, which made Orgrim stunned for a moment.

The next second, the man raised his right hand high, and a spiral fire storm immediately swept towards all the orc warriors standing near the entrance of the hall.

Dragon's Breath Spell?

No! How could there be such a large-scale Dragon Breath Spell!?

The roaring dragon of fire almost filled up the huge hall door that was six meters wide and ten meters high. Even Varian, who was behind Duke, could sense the terrible power of the flames that could burn everything, not to mention Orgrim, who was facing this heavy blow.

Without any hesitation, Orgrim smashed the floor with his hammer. From the cracks in the cracked marble, a destructive flame that was completely different from the Dragon's Breath Technique collided with the Dragon's Breath Technique.

That is the power of the Doomhammer!

The two forces collided, and for a moment, Orgrim actually blocked it. But the next moment, the young wizard stretched out his left hand and made a horse-stance punching motion.

A huge azure fist of arcane energy taller than a human appeared out of thin air, pierced through the flames of dragon's breath, and punched Orgrim.

"Woo——" Orgrim was caught off guard and was knocked away.

Go back to where you came from!

The rest of the orcs were burned to charcoal, and the whole hall was filled with the unpleasant smell of burnt barbecue.

For a moment, the entire throne hall fell silent.

Who is this young mage from the Royal Mage Corps?

After fighting for so long, the Royal Mage Corps is almost in name only. The mage corps, which once numbered over a hundred people, was completely defeated in the duel with the orc warlocks. Now there are only a mere twenty people left. The queen recognizes each of them and clearly remembers that they were all taken to the southern outer city wall by Llane.

who is he?

Looking at the vaguely familiar face, a name came to the queen's mind. She suddenly remembered that Anduin had mentioned seriously that Duke's face looked mature because of the curse.

Could it be that he is...

"Duke!?" the queen asked tentatively.

Duke turned around and smiled. "I'm glad that you still remember me, Queen, even though I've changed so much. But now is not the time to reminisce. Let me get rid of those orcs first."

It's really Duke!

But I didn't expect the changes to be so great. Not only has his face become much more mature, completely shedding his childishness and becoming a young man, but his height has also increased by nearly ten centimeters. He is now 1.80 meters tall.

Without giving the queen and the noble girls with stars in their eyes time to think, Duke gently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Under the control of his pure magic power, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the huge throne hall, blowing away all the bloody and burnt smells.

The next second, the freezing aura spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every corpse instantly turned into a snow-white ice sculpture. The terrifying atmosphere in the throne room disappeared.

"Master, I'm sorry, I..." Windsor coughed up blood and tried to stand up.

Duke used the Mage's Hand to hold down Windsor. He frowned and turned around: "Is there a priest in Stormwind Fortress?"

A thirteen-year-old girl not far away suddenly said, "Yes, my family's private pastor is in the side hall."

"Thank you for your help." Faced with a powerful enemy, Duke did not pay attention to this noble girl with a delicate face like a doll.

Duke came to the huge corridor and saw Orgrim standing up nonchalantly.

"Human, why do you understand our language!?" Orgrim asked in Orcish.

"Garona taught me."

"Garona? That traitor!?" Orgrim bared his teeth, with a look of deep disdain on his face.

"Just ask about the Shadow Council. Don't make things difficult for her," Duke warned.

"Hmph! You have no right to order me around!!" Orgrim roared angrily.

Duke didn't mind: "Orcs are all bull-headed people who won't learn their lesson unless they are beaten. All right, come on! Round 2!"

Duke hooked his finger at Orgrim.

"Ha——" Orgrim's figure suddenly accelerated.

Orgrim had always believed that he was just caught off guard just now, and the guy in front of him was not some terrifying spellcaster at all.

Orcs often have amazing intuition.

Unlike Gul'dan, who could make one feel like they were being corroded to death by the strong evil energy just by standing next to him, although Duke's total magic power was astonishing, Orgrim almost instinctively felt that the concentration of magic energy in Duke was still far from that of Gul'dan.

"If that's the case, we can win!" Orgrim told himself.

He soon discovered that he was wrong.

Perhaps, once he gets close to him, Duke will be a piece of cake.

However, Duke's actions are quite different from his youthful appearance.

Shock wave is emitted.

A ring-shaped flame ring with strong impact magic easily repelled Orgrim's attack. However, Duke could clearly see that the flame could not do anything to Orgrim.

The system AI reminded Duke: "Be careful! Orgrim has a strong resistance to fire."

Duke's eyelids twitched.

Come to think of it, Orgrim, as one of the most powerful orcs, has almost reached the level of sanctification. When he played with Blackhand to jump into fire pits and swim in lava to retrieve the Doomhammer, wouldn't Orgrim's fire resistance be high?

It's like a firefighter rushing into a fire wearing high-tech fireproof clothing. The flames can't cause much damage to Orgrim.

Pursing his lips, Duke suddenly changed his approach and stretched out his hands one after another. Every time he raised his hands, a giant blue hand filled with arcane energy would slam towards Orgrim.

Arcane!

After one strike, Duke was surprised to find that Orgrim's arcane resistance was also quite good.

This made Duke a little upset.

It doesn't matter.

Whether it was punching, slapping, or middle finger flicking, it seemed like they were teasing Orgrim in various ways, but in fact, they all knew that the power concentrated in those giant hands was constantly escalating.

One meter, two meters... ten meters... fifty meters... one hundred meters.

Orgrim had never thought that he would be beaten back again and again by Duke in the long corridor of Stormwind Fortress. He was in constant pain, but none of his injuries were fatal.

Of course, this only applies to Orgrim, who has thick skin and amazing resistance. If he encounters other orcs who rush over with a roar and whose magic resistance is not that high, Duke can kill them directly with a magic.

Behind Duke, some brave guys, such as the little prince, ran to the door of the hall to watch. They all stared at Duke who walked out as if he was strolling in the garden, casting a spell every few steps, killing the hateful orcs who invaded the fortress one by one with the same clean and neat means.

Unconsciously, Duke's majestic back appeared in their eyes, making them dazed.

Which teenager doesn't worship heroes?

Which girl doesn't admire a hero?

Once upon a time, the object of their admiration was Anduin Lothar, but now, the name has been quietly changed to Edmund Duke.

The queen quietly came behind Prince Varian and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Remember, Varian, only those who stand up in times of crisis are true heroes. Whether it's Duke or those warriors who fell to protect us, they are all heroes."

"Yeah." Varian nodded heavily.

Orgrim was extremely frustrated. He kept roaring and shouting, launching one warrior after another to try to get close to Duke, but he couldn't do it at all. The long corridor made his attack direction single, and he had no chance to avoid Duke's large-scale attack.

It's a feeling like the cat is playing with the mouse, but the cat is being played like a bug by the mouse.

As long as they changed the terrain, Orgrim was confident that he could get around and give the orc-speaking human a hammer.

He never found such an opportunity until Orgrim was driven out of Stormwind Keep.

Duke frowned. His Arcane Blast had already accumulated 8 layers, but each attack did not increase the damage to Orgrim. Both the system prompt and the magic 'feel' he felt back confirmed this.

Orgrim has a very abnormal physique. He seems to be able to adjust his body to make himself resistant to certain elements or magic.

To be honest, it's not that Duke has no chance to kill Orgrim, but it's obvious that it will take Duke a long time to wear Orgrim down.

For Duke, there was no orc that could not be killed. Firstly, Orgrim was not a fool, he would run away if he saw the situation was not right, and secondly, killing him now would affect Duke's plan. So Duke held back like an adult beating his own child.

Hurt but not killed, that's what Duke did.