Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 442: Overlap

The bloody battle in front of the huge iron gate reached its most brutal stage.

Roaring, cursing, and the clash of heavy weapons are the loudest notes on this battlefield.

Due to the aftermath of the fierce battle, the bases of many torches were destroyed, the light in the tunnel gradually dimmed, and the torches that fell to the ground only emitted the last bit of residual heat before going out.

How long did this bloody battle last?

How many of these ferocious green monsters are there?

Where are they from?

What kind of strength do you have?

Will Duke be successful after entering the iron gate?

If successful, how many of those who defend here will survive?

Everything had become blurry, because the people who were guarding the iron gate had become somewhat mentally numb. They instinctively brandished their weapons, inhaled more bloody air with every breath, and roared as loudly as they could with every exhalation.

The strong wind in the tunnel blew Uther's ear-length hair, and the brown hair swept across his cheeks. Unlike other warriors whose eyes were bloodshot due to fierce fighting, his most devout faith made him have a calmer look than others.

Uther shouted the most majestic slogans, but with his ears pricked up, he felt as if he was standing there listening to a human epic recited by a bard.

The origin is long and the waves are magnificent.

It is like a long wind that travels thousands of miles across the barriers of time and space, bringing the ideals and will of distant ancestors to this place and now.

In a trance, Uther saw countless illusory knights appearing around him and fighting alongside them.

Although their faces were blurry, it was clear that they were human.

Suddenly I understood who they were.

Ancestors, kings, and all the heroes who have fought for humanity.

The Archmage named Rhonin behind Uther was unexpectedly powerful. With the support of almost unlimited magic crystals, his violent arcane magic poured out throughout the entire passage.

Any orc below the chieftain level who is hit by his magic will be killed instantly.

Unfortunately, there are too many orcs.

For some reason, Uther thought of the long time 2,800 years ago when humans had just gained magical powers.

A man held up his sword in front of the knights and said:

"I swear with this sword that mankind will bear the grace of the high elves, establish an eternal covenant, wipe out all evil creatures, and give civilization and the light of hope to the truly intelligent races! My people, my descendants, will inherit my oath until the end of the world—"

More than two thousand eight hundred years ago, the flag of the Arathor Empire rose slowly on the battlefield of Arathi Highlands. Reflecting the rising dawn of that day, humans and high elves joined forces to fight the green trolls.

More than two thousand eight hundred years later, as if three thousand years of history had overlapped, humans and elves joined hands again, but this time the enemy changed from green-skinned trolls to green-skinned orcs.

"2,800 years ago, we had Emperor Thoradin. Where is our 'Emperor Thoradin' of the new era today?" Even as Uther was talking to himself, the battle had reached its most intense point.

The number of humans still standing in front of the huge iron gate could be counted on two hands.

All the knights who could not be named had died in the battle.

But before his eyes, there was still a large mass of elite orcs.

Suddenly, a strange feeling that shook the entire fortress came over everyone.

"roar--"

A loud roar was heard from the deepest part of Grim Batol Fortress.

That's the roar of a dragon!

The roar from the giver of life - the red dragon queen Alexstrasza!

The roar was filled with complex emotions, almost all kinds of emotions, sadness, sorrow, unhappiness, complaints, hatred, but the most common emotion was joy!

The joy of freedom!

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And...anger towards the enemies!

A feeling as if the sky was falling and that something terrible was going to happen suddenly spread to every orc.

"Oh no! Could it be..." Before Orgrim could finish his words, the huge iron gate suddenly opened, and a magical light as bright as day suddenly flashed from the dark and deep inner cave.

"Sorry, that's the 'maybe' you're afraid of! Alexstrasza has been freed by me! Orcs - your doom has come!" accompanied by a familiar and extremely hateful voice from the Horde. Countless magical lights came from inside to outside, passing over the heads of human knights and paladins, like a galaxy waterfall falling from the sky, and exploded into the orc army.

"Boom boom boom!" After a series of explosions, except for the chief and his level, there were no living orcs in the dark army formation.

Even a guy like Orgrim, who has amazing magic resistance, could not avoid being knocked away by the violent magical power.

This magical power...

"Duke!?" Every knight turned around in surprise.

Without disappointing anyone, Duke's not-so-tall figure appeared in the center of the gate, followed by Vereesa who seemed a little shy.

Nodding to everyone, Duke looked up and shouted, "It's time! Muradin!"

This was a sound filled with magical power that penetrated the rock wall and spread into the distance.

The orcs were stunned by the explosion, but before they could react, they suddenly found that many holes had been blown open on both sides of the huge passage. Countless dwarves wielding huge axes and war hammers came out of the small holes that were only half the height of the orcs, and started fighting without thinking twice.

Muradin Bronzebeard rushed out first, holding his warhammer high: "Brothers of Bronzebeard - for victory! For the future! For tomorrow! For our descendants, who will no longer live under the shadow of these greenskins. Kill!"

"Kill!" The already exhausted paladins burst out with the strongest note since the war began. The holy light, which was already extremely dazzling, shone even brighter, like little suns, crushing towards the Horde.

"No - Impossible! It shouldn't be like this!!" Orgrim's fangs were still sharp, and the Doomhammer he wielded was still powerful. With a single sweep, he could knock away or kill more than ten dwarf warriors.

However, all I could see were orcs struggling in despair.

Every orc is worthy of the word "brave".

But so what?

Defeated!

This time I really lost.

Rexxar failed to save the Horde.

He, Orgrim, didn't do it either.

Even the Red Dragonflight, which is the most relied upon for reorganization, will surely rebel immediately the moment their queen is liberated.

It is conceivable that at this moment, countless red dragons would scream, twist their necks, and bite to death the dragon roar orcs who had been riding on their backs and bullying them for so long...

"No! Duke! Only you! Duke, you must pay for this!" Orgrim used all his strength, jumped high, and threw his Doomhammer at Duke!