Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 326: Hah

Kill me and I will be resurrected!

Duke muttered quietly in his heart.

Duke sighed softly, "The world has changed. If you don't open your eyes, you will fall into the darkest despair the moment you wake up from your dream. It's not too late now, Alleria, you can still regret it."

"What do you regret? Do you regret not seeing the true face of the Silvermoon Council sooner? Or do you regret that I served you instead? What a joke! I, Alleria Windrunner, never regret anything I do!"

Alleria was not wearing a ranger uniform, but a pure white evening dress. On the surface, she looked like a gentle and lovely beauty, but in reality, she was a heroine as strong as a storm.

At some point, Alleria had leaned on Duke's shoulders, who was wearing a blue and white evening gown. Because Duke had grown taller, Alleria was now half a head shorter than him.

She just snuggled up to Duke like this, and even when Duke put his arm around her waist very consciously, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Their harmony was like a perfect painting.

Duke said calmly: "As long as you don't regret it..."

"Little rascal, not regretting doesn't mean you're not sad or in pain!" After a pause, Alleria continued, "Don't move. Just let me lean on you for a while."

"Um."

The two of them snuggled up to each other, enjoying each other's body temperature and the warm feeling of their souls merging together.

I don't know how long.

"Hey, Duke, what will Azeroth become in the future?"

Duke looked up at the starry sky with a deep expression. His gaze seemed to have crossed the void, crossed history, and arrived at a certain node in the future.

Duke's voice sounded ethereal and illusory: "The Burning Legion has taken action again. Even if I don't want to admit it, sending Sargeras into the Abyss is not the end. In five years at the earliest, or ten years at the latest, the Burning Legion will surely take greater action. By then, perhaps all races will need to work together to overcome the difficulties again."

Alleria shuddered all over, and the three figures who had been eavesdropping in the tree not far away also shuddered.

The Windrunner sisters recalled all of Duke's miracles. That highest-level, charlatan-like prophecy gave each of them a strange premonition...it seemed that their own fate would be closely linked to Duke's future.

He gently stroked Alleria's soft golden hair and said, "But before that, I promise you that I will make Zul'jin, the culprit who massacred the high elves, pay the most tragic price."

At that moment, Duke felt Alleria's fingers hugging him tightly... Those fingers that looked as tender as white jade suddenly turned into the sharpest dragon claws. The great force coming from the fingers made Duke's shoulder a little painful.

"Sorry..." Alleria apologized after suddenly coming to her senses.

"It's okay." Duke silently added fitness options to his growth plan.

Should I get a battle mage secondary class?

At almost the same moment, Zul'jin in the tribal camp felt his mind go blank.

"the Horde has done enough for the trolls. Now it's the trolls' turn to fulfill their promise and serve the Horde. I need the trolls to obey orders and follow us to attack the human king's city."

Zul'jin thought he was hallucinating.

However, the serious expressions of Orgrim and several tribal chiefs told him that they were not joking.

The hatred accumulated over generations, the voices and smiles of those tragically dead trolls, everything seemed to appear naturally in his mind. Without thinking, he subconsciously slammed the table in front of him and shouted:

"Betrayal!! This is the Horde's betrayal of the trolls!"

A beam of black light shot out from the palm of the troll king, almost splitting Orgrim's hideous and ugly face in half.

It was a battle axe! A battle axe blessed by the power of the storm!

The Shatterhand clan chieftain, Kargath, swung the blade attached to his arm with lightning speed, instantly knocking away the battle axe thrown by Zul'jin.

The flying battle axe hit the largest support of the huge tent. There was a loud "bang" and a force of strong wind burst out from the axe. Under the impact of the strong wind, the huge tent made of animal skins was torn into large pieces of skin and flew away in an instant.

The turbulence caused by the storm instantly blew away several guards stationed near the chief's tent. One of them even crashed into a huge stone pillar next to the tent, and he almost cried out in pain. However, the loyal guard did not bother to complain. He ignored the pain in his back that felt like all the bones were broken, got up from the ground, and rushed to the tent while shouting loudly: "Enemy attack--"

The chieftain's camp was attacked?!

In less than a second, the entire tribal camp was in an uproar. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"It's okay! Calm down! Everyone calm down!" Orgrim's thunderous roar temporarily calmed the turbulent crowd.

When the huge tent collapsed, revealing the breathless Zul'jin holding an axe and the cold-faced Kargath with a blade raised in his arm, everyone realized that the trolls and the Horde seemed to be in ruins.

Zul'jin is not alone.

There are also several small chiefs from different clans around Zul'jin.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zul'jin is a small-scale tribal chief.

Zul'jin started to prepare, and they naturally drew their weapons. The orcs had already camped together with the trolls, and there was no fence between them. Now that something unexpected had happened, everyone was dumbfounded, picking up their weapons and not knowing whether to attack.

"Orgrim - you liar! We agreed to conquer the whole world together. The orcs take the plains and mountains, and the trolls keep all the forests!" Zul'jin excitedly waved his long and powerful arms and roared loudly.

"The Horde has not deceived you! This is our ultimate goal. But in the covenant, we have written that 'the Horde will help you defeat the main force of the high elves, and the trolls will complete the final revenge.' It is clearly written in the covenant!" Orgrim took out the covenant and held it high: "The Horde killed a total of 70,000 elves in two wars. In fact, you trolls also killed more than 100,000 elven civilians. The Horde has fulfilled its promise!"

"No! This is not enough! Those long-eared Silvermooners are still here! Why? Why did the orcs retreat today when they saw that blue battle flag?"

"No, the point is not the battle flag. The key is that we have received the latest news that another 200,000 orc army of the Horde has been hindered and besieged in Silverpine Forest. We must capture the capital of a human kingdom as soon as possible to relieve their pressure and rescue them." Orgrim tried to cover up everything with strategic needs.

From a grand strategic perspective, Orgrim's choice was undoubtedly correct.