Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 155: Success

Grom Hellscream opened his eyes as big as copper bells, and his bloodshot eyes were full of disbelief.

Unlike other rude orcs, Grom was born in the Burning Blade Clan, which is the most skillful, willpower and intention-oriented. This clan, which is rich in sword masters, is different from most orcs in its entire combat concept.

Grom knew clearly that his attack, which he was absolutely confident in, had gone astray.

A slight mistake can lead to a huge error.

The tiny deviations kept accumulating, and that miraculous combo was transmitted back from the Blood Roar that was in tune with his mind.

Originally, even if there was a 10-foot-thick wall blocking in front of him, Grom was confident that he could break through it and eventually chop the enemy's back with his axe.

He miscalculated.

This mysterious human wizard, whom he had never met before, possessed amazing skills that astonished him.

Even if he only witnessed it from a distance, he could understand what Duke had just done.

The axe that could split mountains and split the earth was like chopping countless layers of paper. Each layer of paper slightly weakened the power of the axe. Bit by bit, like water dripping through a stone.

It's just that Duke's approach is more extreme and many times more accurate.

The three-digit combo of intermediate spells caused the blow that was destined to be fatal to be deflected.

"Alas!" A long sigh escaped from the corner of Grom Hellscream's mouth. The sigh was so low that it was almost ethereal.

He, who never lost confidence, suddenly felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness. In order to win, he injected the willpower of his entire clan into Blood Roar. It felt like this almost forcibly distorted the cause and effect of fate. However, the opponent brought fate back to its original track with great ease, just like water flows to the lowest place, the sun always rises after a long night, and the year is divided into four seasons in a reciprocating cycle...

This axe, if you say it will hit the target, it doesn't count, and if I say it won't hit, it won't hit!

As countless orcs looked up and watched, the famous Blood Roar finally deviated from its original trajectory and passed by Duke less than half a meter away.

The griffin under Duke was so frightened that it lost several feathers, and Daniel was scared to the point of peeing. However, no real damage was caused to the hateful saboteur Edmund Duke.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" The griffin flew higher and higher, and in a few moments it had reached the sky, turning into a small black dot that was almost invisible to the naked eye, leaving only a string of wanton and arrogant laughter to the miserable orc.

Almost every orc had a black face.

Maybe it was caused by the smoke, or maybe his face was simply dark.

Such an earth-shattering explosion occurred thousands of meters away, with flames, thick smoke, and clearly audible screams. It would be really strange if the human defenders on the city walls outside Stormwind City could not hear or see it.

Looking at the griffin descending from the clouds again and seeing Duke's iconic wizard robe on the griffin, the defenders couldn't help but let out a deafening cheer.

"Well done, Count Edmund!"

"Kill those greenskins!"

"Burn, burn, burn! It would be better if they were all burned to death!"

"Sir Edmund - you are our patron saint -"

Duke let Daniel ride the griffin and fly slowly over the outer city wall. Every time he raised his hand, it aroused even louder cheers.

Lothar flew over with a small group of griffin riders.

This Azeroth male god who gets more handsome as he gets older, has wavy black hair fluttering in the wind. His loud, lion-like laughter can be heard before he even comes close.

"Hahaha! Good job, Duke!"

"Hey! I almost lost my life there. I think several chiefs in the Horde hate me."

"It's okay! Even if you are really trapped there, I am sure I can bring people to rescue you."

Duke rolled his eyes as he looked at the hemp rope with a slipknot on the griffin's buttocks that Lothar had placed on it: You, Lothar, are you serious? Are you going to use a noose like a cowboy in the West, hanging me by my neck and pulling me up?

"Tsk! If it weren't for you, Llane wouldn't let me mobilize all the Griffin Knights."

Duke felt a sudden warmth in his heart.

A line of griffins flew to the inner wall of Stormwind City, near the flight point on the east side. The griffins spread their huge wings and began to slow down, flapping their wings a few times, and their sharp claws made a sharp sound on the thick hay.

Before the griffin came to a complete stop, Lothar had already nimbly flipped over.

But there was someone who came faster than Lothar - Storm King Llane.

"What are the results?" Llane asked impatiently.

"It's okay. The orcs will go away for now."

"Are you sure?" Llane's face showed undisguised surprise.

"Of course!" Duke's voice rose an octave. "Not only did I burn down most of their tents, I also added some spices to their only source of water."

"Seasoning?"

At almost the same time, the Horde's Warchief Blackhand was almost ready to change his name to the villain.

"Report, the water source has been poisoned?"

"Poisoned? How can the running water be poisoned?" Kilrogg, who was standing nearby, asked the captain of the Blackhand's personal guards angrily.

"I don't know. But the water flowing down from the mountain is green. My people have personally confirmed that the livestock died after drinking it. Someone saw the figure of Naga in the water. It should be the Naga on the human side who poisoned it."

"Aren't we blocked by the water bar?" Orgrim asked.

"It was blown up by that human mage. It was so chaotic just now that none of us noticed."

"..."Several tribal leaders fell silent at the same time.

At first, the Elwynn Forest was full of murlocs and naga who followed the river and attacked the orcs who were frantically working to get water. But Orgrim came up with an idea, which was to build a crude dam to prevent the naga and murlocs from entering and leaving.

After several attempts by the Naga to go ashore, bypass the dam and then go back into the water, but were ambushed by orcs, the Naga were almost nowhere to be seen in Elwynn Forest.

Unexpectedly, Duke launched a sneak attack this time and let Naga in directly.

Now, all the big trees that could provide shade have been burned down by Duke, and the only water source has been polluted.

This is not tens of thousands of people, and with a small number of people, perhaps we can slowly dig deeper wells.

The problem is that there are 300,000 troops here!

Orcs are very brave warriors, but they are not undead, they also need to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. Without water, this is definitely a very serious problem.

Blackhand was very violent, but he had not completely lost his mind. He mumbled that word several times in his throat before it popped out from between his teeth: "Retreat!"

Over there, the exciting waves coming from the direction of the city gate were deafening and spread throughout Stormwind City.

Every soldier and civilian in the city looked up in confusion and stared towards the outer city wall.

Soon, a messenger came galloping on horseback, shouting:

"Good news! Good news! Archmage Edmund Duke raided the orc base camp, burning and injuring over ten thousand orcs. Now the orcs have begun to retreat from the south gate!"

The crowd involuntarily started a bigger commotion. In the distance, the black flames of a fire rose into the sky and could be clearly seen even over the high city walls.

Originally, no one knew that it was Duke who set the fire, but as soon as the messenger said it, the crowd immediately went from being a commotion to boiling excitement!

"Long live the Stormwind!"

"Long live His Majesty Llane!"

"Long live Sir Edmund——"

The people are simple and honest. Whoever can bring them a safe and happy life is their heaven and their god. Since the Dark Gate War began, the kingdom has been losing ground on all fronts.

Redridge Mountains fell.

Half of Duskwood has fallen.

Not long ago, the entire Elwynn Forest, the core area that the entire kingdom was most proud of, fell into the hands of those cruel and terrifying orcs.

The most unbearable thing is that those green-skinned devils broke into the city yesterday.

People were in panic, and unknowingly lost their trust in the king and the entire kingdom.

It was at this time that the news of Duke's great victory suddenly came, like a clear spring, washing away the haze in people's hearts. This timely victory was like a shot in the arm, and it restored the confidence of the military and civilians.

The Horde evacuated, even if it was temporary, which made the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads move away a little. People are like this, although they vaguely know that they are still wandering near the gates of hell, but as long as they don't see it with their own eyes, the threat will not be so obvious.

Duke the Sea King.

Hero Duke!

Duke, the new guardian of the kingdom!

Edmund Duke's reputation was spreading like wildfire in various ways. In the next few days, Duke rode a griffin and set fire to the Elwynn Forest.

A dignified archmage becomes an arsonist.

This was an incredible thing for a self-proclaimed noble mage. There were voices of opposition, but in the face of the amazing results, such voices quickly disappeared.

First, the Duke had the king's unconditional support.

Secondly, now that the Royal Mage Corps has lost its talents, the only Morningstar Mage only serves as the king's bodyguard. No one is qualified to criticize Duke, who appeared as the hero who killed Sargeras.

Duke's fire-setting was effective.

The summer is hot, and the term is not empty. The dry forest can catch fire at any time, and a few fireballs in the upwind direction will become a forest fire that is almost impossible to extinguish.

If it weren't for Orgrim's proposal, which required the orc clans to take emergency precautions, the orcs' losses would have been even more severe.

Duke was so cruel that he set the forest on fire. This was something Orgrim had never expected. The thick smoke from the continuous fires covered the sky and almost turned the entire forest into a hell of fire.

Except for those areas where the trees had been cut down early, or the lakes and rivers in Elwynn Forest, all the trees were burned by Duke.

The problems that followed almost drove the tribal leaders crazy.

"We have no food." Orgrim was the first to speak at the meeting of tribal chiefs.

A tribal warrior can outnumber three humans on the battlefield. The same is true for appetite.

The manic orcs were not the soft and weak humans in their eyes who could only live on bread. To maintain that kind of sturdy physique, a large amount of meat was essential.

The hunters of the Horde went deep into the forest every day to hunt a large number of animals. Unlike the orcs' hometown of Draenor, there were not many large or even giant creatures in Elwynn Forest. Wild boars, gnolls, and even captured murlocs had all long been eaten by the orcs.

Almost all creatures in the forest larger than squirrels were hunted to death.

They didn't notice it when the territory was expanding rapidly before, but now that the offensive has stalled and the forest has suddenly been set on fire, these guys whose brains are 99% muscles have realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Aren't the laborers learning how to raise pigs?" Blackhand asked in a muffled voice.

"Pigs don't grow up in a day." Orgrim didn't think Blackhand was stupid before, but now he felt that the Horde had such a Warchief, which was like riding a giant wolf rushing to hell.

All the chiefs turned their eyes to the face of the Warchief Blackhand, asking him to make the decision.

As the first warchief of the Horde, Blackhand is not a very smart character. Perhaps Gul'dan chose Blackhand specifically to make it easier for him to control him.

Likewise, in a clan, the bravest and most capable one is usually the chief, and the smartest one is usually the shaman in the clan.

But now, the shaman profession has declined, and the warlocks who replaced it are mysterious and sneaky. Recently, all the warlocks in the Shadow Council have disappeared.

Suddenly, Blackhand was asked to produce the charter, but he really couldn't.

Unable to help but, the Warchief Blackhand cast his gaze towards the face of his most trusted lieutenant, Orgrim Doomhammer.

At this moment, the rage in Orgrim's heart suddenly became hundreds or thousands of times more intense.

He's had enough!

He's had enough of this Warchief of the Shadow Council who sheltered and killed his good friends Durotan and his wife.

I've had enough of this reckless chieftain who acts recklessly without caring about the lives of tribal warriors.

I've had enough of this brainless and irresponsible ruthless person!

Orgrim made a decision - after the Horde survived this crisis, he would follow the recognized traditions of the clans and launch the "Mak'gora" to fight for the position of chieftain against the Warchief Blackhand. He would kill this puppet of the Shadow Council in a duel and then get rid of the Shadow Council.

But Duke's fierce and effective magic attacks left a deep impression on Orgrim.

Only a mysterious person can fight against a mysterious person!

Whether to kill Gul'dan and his warlocks... For the first time, Orgrim hesitated.

However, let's solve the current crisis first.

Orgrim pointed to the north on the military map he had confiscated from the humans. "It doesn't take that many warriors from the Horde to capture this small Stormwind City. Warchief, I suggest we divide our forces. In this place called Ironforge, there is another kind of weak and short humanoid creature called dwarves. Since the Horde wants to be the master of this land, we should not let go of any force on the land."

The eyes of Blackhand and the chiefs suddenly lit up.

When they first arrived in Azeroth, the entire Horde was completely in the dark. They had no idea where they were, how many enemies there were, or where they were.

Although Gul'dan repeatedly emphasized the weakness of the enemies, and in fact these weak enemies were no match for them in a fight, the entire Horde was in a state of blindness as to where to attack and how many people to send.

After killing many humans, the chiefs learned more information through the seized maps.

Now Orgrim's proposal undoubtedly points them in a brighter direction.

Something happened today, I almost thought I couldn't even update the guaranteed version... Sorry, I'll try to make up for it later