Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 350: Palace Brawl

The snow-capped mountains protected the white Broken Ridge. In the blue sky, dragon roars and eagle cries were intertwined, and the beams of light from lightning and dragon breath divided the entire sky.

Huge birds of prey and legendary dragons that are rarely seen in normal times fell down like dumplings.

The people of Alterac hid in their houses, shivering and praying for bad luck to stay away from them. In fact, it was really difficult. From the beginning when the battle was set on Mount Alterac, many destructions were inevitable.

Maybe Duke could have stopped all this early on, but unfortunately Duke chose to give up.

The double-faced and venomous character of King Aiden of Alterac is here. Even if Duke can save him once, he can't save him a second or third time. Rather than letting Alterac become a time bomb, it is better to clean it up in one go in the historical process that Duke is familiar with.

The red dragon fell diagonally on the ground like a bulldozer. Before its high-speed fall had worn off, small houses were crushed under its body. A wide black scar was forcibly shoveled out on the snow-white earth. Even when it rushed to the city wall on the cliff at the edge of Broken Ridge, its momentum was still there.

The thick city wall finally acted as a gatekeeper. The dragon did not smash the city wall, but rolled under the fierce impact, and fell to the bottom of the cliff in one breath. The red scales and broken limbs were like shotgun, sweeping away the soldiers on the wall.

Everywhere below were the people of Alterac screaming in fear, and they felt as if the world was collapsing.

Except for a few people with good agility and balance, most people lost their balance and fell to the ground. In the capital of Alterac, many elite orcs took the opportunity to turn the battle into close combat, using their powerful arm strength to easily tear apart the royal guards who were trapped in the attack range of fists and feet.

Amidst the chaotic screams, the guards looked in despair at a green shadow pressing towards them.

They instinctively raised their shields to resist the mighty force of the rhino. Everyone failed, their arms and shoulders were crushed to pieces by the force that exceeded their strength limit. They screamed as they were grabbed by the elite orc warriors, and their helmets, heads and necks were almost torn off their bodies.

There's blood all over the ground!

When the entire battle formation fell apart, the shadow of death was almost imminent for the guards.

Although the number of Orgrim's guards was only one-tenth of the royal guards, each of them acted like a drug addict, rushing into the crowd and killing indiscriminately.

In low-level combat, it was Orgrim's men who had the upper hand.

In terms of top power, the alliance has the upper hand despite its deliberate actions.

Unlike Lothar, who was in his forties, entangled in military affairs, and whose strength had begun to decline, Uther had become the most capable warlord in the Alliance. The strongest paladin, who was at the peak of his life, showed the Warchief Orgrim how he had earned his reputation on the western front where Silverpine Forest was located.

It was a magnificent hammer swung with the support of the incomparably powerful force of holy light. The golden holy light in the sky seemed like a god descending to the earth. The holy light that seemed like a golden flame gathered at one point and smashed into Orgrim's face.

In this era, in the entire world of Azeroth and the Church of Holy Light, there are no more than thirty people who can condense the Holy Light into a hammer with a substantial touch. The experience of each of them is no less than a living legend for every ordinary warrior present.

Each of them, if placed in the army, would be a terrifying character capable of defeating a thousand enemies at once.

And Uther is the one who stands at the pinnacle of these peerless powerful beings.

When Uther's hammer came at him, Duke didn't dare to take it even though he had activated the Ice Barrier which was said to have absolute defensive power.

After all, the so-called absolute defense is only relative.

The ice barrier uses ultra-high density ice elements to forcibly exclude all forces other than ice. But what about the higher-level and more focused holy light power?

I'm afraid that even Duke, who is already known as the God of Law today, does not have this confidence. freёnovelkiss.com

But even such a hammer was countered by Orgrim's attack.

His muscles bulged, and his inhuman strength was fully displayed at this moment. Orgrim actually used hammer to fight hammer!

When countless golden lines of holy light that cut through the dim shadows in the hall collided with the rising balls of terrifying lava fire, the clash of elements produced a huge explosive effect that dazzled people's eyes.

Everyone only saw the golden and red-black flames scattering like fireworks, as if two huge cosmos flowers were facing each other, colliding fiercely and grinding each other.

Countless petals flew and withered, followed by a deafening crash. After three full seconds, the flames from the two people disappeared into thin air.

No one expected that Uther, who looked like a human being, could actually launch such a brutal attack.

Orgrim frowned. The situation was not good for the Horde. Apart from him, it seemed that only Rexxar could suppress the paladin named Gavinrad. The others were either in a stalemate or directly fell into a disadvantage.

Kargath's Bladefist seemed extremely powerful, exchanging injuries with Saidan Dathrohan, but the problem was that the latter was a paladin with his own recovery ability! If he continued to fight and didn't run away, Kargath would definitely be the one to die.

The Blackscar Chieftain was even worse off. He was directly suppressed by Tirion Fordring and couldn't even recover much damage.

Kilrogg Deadeye fought evenly with the two female elven rangers. Kilrogg suppressed one ranger in close combat, but was annoyed by the shooting of the ranger on the periphery. If his blind eye could not provide a brief foresight, Kilrogg might have been kneeling by now.

Samuro wanted to chase Duke, but was restrained by a female elf ranger.

The problem is, the alliance still has a lot of high-end military forces!

Bolvar is on a killing spree.

The physical limit of humans determines that it is impossible to surpass orcs in pure strength. However, the power of holy light makes up for the lack of destructive power, and humans can be faster.

No one expected that Bolvar's attack speed was so fast.

The captain of the chieftain's guard, who was at the head of the group, actually only had time to see the golden light that suddenly appeared in his field of vision and grew bigger and bigger.

Then with a "bang", his entire head turned into a cannonball and was blown away from Bolvar's burly body, penetrating through a frame of the huge eight-meter-high glass windows in the palace hall, and finally fell onto the lawn of the palace.

When he saw the orc's head flying out, a bloody eyeball popped out and hung on the top of King Aiden's beloved glass window, Bolvar couldn't help but grit his teeth.

The devout Paladin thought to himself: Uh, I can't see anything, I know nothing!

Bolvar, who had no time to put away his hammer, rushed over to another guard of the chieftain who took the opportunity to attack. He used a spinning elbow strike that most orcs would not expect, causing the guy to grin. At the moment when the other party felt pain, Bolvar grabbed the orc's well-woven braid on his head with one hand and pulled it down, severely destroying his center of gravity. The next moment, the metal boot stepped heavily on the back of the orc's neck, making the ugly face of the green-skinned beast make close contact with the floor, and finally kicked his face into the marble floor below.

The Paladin skill Holy Devotion, the powerful power of holy light is transmitted through the orc's body into the floor tiles, creating a circular area with a diameter of five meters around it, inflicting holy damage to all creatures that are not protected by the holy light.

Well, by the way, blind the eyes of the orcs and our own people.

"ah--"

The orc under Bolvar's feet twitched several times before reluctantly turning into a piece of charcoal.

Several brave orcs rushed towards Bolvar, but were beaten by the Grand Duke of Stormwind. All he needed was a domineering "Who else!?" to change the name of the golden holy light on his body to the spirit of a turtle. Oh, no, it should be the spirit of a king.

Of course, Bolvar is a humble paladin, so how could he do something as superficial as Duke?

Another person who was equally satisfying to kill was Sylvanas.

Alleria and Lirath fight against Kilrogg, Vereesa fights against Samuro, and Sylvanas is free.

Compared to Bolvar, Queen Sylvanas is the true God of Killing. Without the same-level opponents to hold them back, agile heroes kill people faster.

A huge hammer came crashing down, and Sylvanas took a small step back, letting the hammer miss her chest by a hair's breadth. The next moment, she suddenly lunged forward, tapped the hammer with her toes, and used the force to leap upward.

The speed was so fast that the orc in front of him only saw a fleeting green shadow flash by, and his throat and arteries had been cut off by the dagger.

Standing lightly on the corpse that had not yet fallen, Sylvanas looked around and saw eight extremely strong orcs rushing towards her. Outside, there were eight more orc warriors waiting on the periphery.

The violent sound of the giant axes and hammers breaking through the wind was enough to make the scalps of the royal guards of Alterac tingle just by hearing it.

Sylvanas smiled gently, but in the eyes of the orcs she was like a dark queen standing on a sea of ​​corpses and blood and laughing wildly.

The next moment, they saw the lightning of thunder.

"boom--"

Sylvanas grimly stretched her hands to her lower back, where two smaller quivers were hanging. They were filled with metal arrows that were a bit inconsistent with the Windrunner tradition, and the arrow shafts were also shorter.

When Sylvanas raised her hands again and stretched out her five fingers to the left and right, four short arrows shot out from the gaps between her slender fingers on each side, accompanied by lightning.

With her unique technique, each short arrow was wrapped in electric light to form a spiral arrow that rotated continuously clockwise, piercing the throats of eight orcs at once.

The next moment, something magical happened.

Under the mysterious pulling force of lightning, all the arrows flew to the bowstring that Sylvanas pulled in mid-air.

The short arrow shot out again, following the trajectory of the electromagnetic track that had just spread out in the air, and hit the orc's eyebrows at a total of eight incredible angles: left, left front, front, right front, right, right back, straight back, and left back.

Amazing group attack skills!

Obviously, no one taught Sylvanas how to use her new lightning ability; she had to figure it out on her own.

Orgrim's eyes are wandering!

Every battle situation was within his sight, and it was obvious that the balance of victory was tipping towards the Alliance. After all, this was the capital of a human kingdom.

Even though the total number of soldiers is small, the defense system is still quite complete.

No one went to suppress the generals of Alterac. Several generals, including Hass, had freed up their hands to command the somewhat panicked troops and began to strangle the orc soldiers more efficiently.

Orgrim entered Alterac under the guise of an envoy. He couldn't bring too many people in. 50 strong orcs was the bottom line that the people of Alterac could accept.

However, these personal guards were killed by the heroes of the Alliance in just a few encounters. Orgrim's heart was bleeding.

The only ones who still have the advantage are the dragon riders of the Dragonmaw Clan.

But the Warchief had a bad premonition, because he suddenly discovered that the most important person in the alliance, and the one he feared the most, was gone.

The King of Alterac is certainly important, but not important enough for Duke, the Deputy Commander of the Alliance who himself needs protection, to personally serve as the guard of King Aiden.

Duke's absence only proves that Duke is seeking greater results.

Orgrim has fought Duke for so long, he knows Duke's approach very well.

In the world of Azeroth, most kings, commanders, and generals have a clear and distinct sense of local identity. They will subconsciously defend their important cities or resource areas.

Duke's fighting style is completely different from these people.

Duke never cared about the gains and losses of a city or a place. What he cared more about was the damage inflicted on the Horde's manpower.

Yes! The only goal is to annihilate the Horde!

At first, not only the former chieftain Blackhand, but even Orgrim himself was unaware of it. But gradually, Orgrim discovered that the number of wounded soldiers in the Horde was far less than he thought.

The small number of wounded soldiers was certainly due to the orcs' bravery. More importantly, the orcs had very good physiques. As long as the orcs were not disabled after a week or two of suffering serious injuries in the eyes of humans, they would usually recover if they had enough food.

But there were too few wounded soldiers.

Even if a new orc is injured, he will become a veteran when he returns.

Veterans will naturally become elite soldiers after fighting in a few battles.

Du Kening's tactic of killing one man without injuring ten caused a gap in the growth of tribal warriors. the Horde could not train its soldiers, and they died quickly, so naturally the number of elite soldiers decreased.

On the other hand, somehow, the humans turned large numbers of timid peasants who were once tribal warriors capable of fighting a hundred at a time into elite soldiers. The exchange ratio between orc warriors and human warriors has been decreasing since the beginning of the war.

Thinking of this, Orgrim shuddered.

"Edmund Duke, what on earth are you targeting in the Horde this time?"

Orgrim couldn't think of an answer, but he could see that the Horde could no longer be won over here.

"Retreat!" Orgrim roared, and the heroes of the Horde immediately tried every means to escape the battle.

Orgrim's order to retreat was a little late.

After Duke placed King Aiden in the basement, protected by a full squadron of royal guards and two court mages, Duke came to the top of the royal castle.

He saw an unexpected person.

"Ilucia, what are you doing here?" Duke was shocked.