Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 448: Prophecy

Seeing the arrogant Deathwing suddenly use his ultimate move "Soaring Dragon Flash" and actually dodge with his tail between his legs, every dragon was stunned.

Neltharion...just ran away like that?

Where is the glory of the Dragonflight?

What about the promised resistance?

The style of painting is wrong!

"We can't let him escape!" Nozdormu suddenly realized.

"Chase them, now!" Malygos responded anxiously.

"I agree!" the Dream Queen said calmly. Ysera looked at Alexstrasza, who was still hovering. Even she was surprised by her performance in tearing the Black Dragon King apart with her bare hands. "Sister?"

"Chase!" The red dragon replied, "You must chase him to death! Otherwise, I will be in trouble..."

The Red Dragon Queen thought of Duke's bad mouth.

If she can't deal with Neltharion here, she will be in big debt to Duke!

The four guardian dragons flapped their wings at the same time, constantly speeding up to catch up with the rebellious black dragon.

"Ah! It's gone!" Gavinrad, a spectator, looked at the empty sky in a bit of surprise.

"I'm still researching how many Sun-level magics each of their moves is equivalent to." Rhonin was very professional.

"What beautiful fireworks!" Vereesa learned bad lessons.

"There's more on the ground over there!" Duke, who was even more evil, pointed to the tribal camp that had been burned to ashes far below the mountain.

Well, the five giants in the sky are fighting, and hundreds of red dragons are washing the ground.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

So clean!

Often more than ten red dragons descended side by side, like an airplane spraying pesticides, covering the area in large areas. Under the dragon breath that had accurately calculated the distance, the scorching flames covered the entire orc camp, leaving no residue and no dead corners.

The extremely hot dragon breath passed by, and even the struggling fire man was not burned, but was directly charred black.

Except for the orcs at the outermost edge of the camp, there were not many orcs who had a chance to escape. However, only the strongest orc clans could occupy the best territory. The flatter the territory and the more convenient it was for water, the more likely it was to be occupied by a powerful clan. Whether it was territory or camping ground, this rule had been in place since ancient times.

The result was that almost all second-tier clans were destroyed in this battle.

Not many of the inferior clans on the periphery escaped. Seeing that there were not many orcs, the angry red dragons were too lazy to use their dragon breath and swooped down directly. Some picked up the orcs and threw them high into the sky, letting the orcs scream "Ahhh!" while playing trapeze and high-altitude free fall; some just stood there, sweeping with their left dragon claws and flapping with their right dragon wings, killing the orcs for fun like humans stepping on cockroaches.

The spectators who moved their seats to the edge of the cliff at the top of the mountain were having such a great time watching the show!

"Chirp. That dragon is obviously a novice. The dive angle is terrible, and it can't really use up its dragon breath." Duke made a 'professional' comment.

At this time, Saidan Dathrohan and General Abendis arrived.

Seeing the two of them coming together, Duke asked first: "Where are Uther and Tirion?"

Saidan was stunned for a moment, then he laughed. To be honest, among the first generation of paladins, the three from Stormwind Kingdom were particularly familiar with Duke, and the paladins from Lordaeron were only slightly more than nodding acquaintances with Duke.

But Saidan was a warm and friendly person. He didn't care about etiquette and shrugged: "Oh! They are very serious and responsible, unlike a certain deputy commander who takes care of the important things and then slacks off here."

As Saidan teased Duke like this, Gavinrad blushed. It was obvious that the other members of the commando team were still fighting fiercely with the stubborn orcs in the fortress passage, but they were just here to watch the battle. It was a bit unfair after all.

Who knew Duke was so shameless: "Don't abuse the elderly! I'm old, and it's already amazing that I can complete the mission. I can't fight anymore. The world will belong to you young people from now on!"

The old-fashioned tone made everyone around him laugh. However, seeing Duke's expression, Saidan and Abendis could no longer laugh.

Most of his hair is white, the skin on his arms has become a little shriveled, and his face is covered with wrinkles when he smiles... It is hard to imagine that Duke is actually just a young man of only 17 years old.

"Sir Edmund, your curse..." Abendis said halfway.

Duke smiled and said, "The Red Dragon Queen just lifted the curse on me."

"Your Excellency has worked hard." Abendis bowed heavily and said, "Not only that, I am also very grateful for your help at the critical moment."

Saidan, who was beside him, saluted as well.

At this time, not only Abendis, but everyone else present had the same feeling - Duke was really working too hard. The entire continent, the ten countries of the alliance, and the three major races, with a total of nearly 10 million people, were actually placed on the thin shoulders of such a young man. It was incredible to think about it.

This is a blessing for the Alliance, but also a tragedy for the Alliance in a sense. It is precisely because so many kings of the Alliance could not reach an agreement that this compromise, which seemed extremely bad before but now seems extremely wise, was made - letting Anduin and Duke take power.

Gavinrad looked at the destroyed orc camp in the distance, with hope in his eyes: "In this way, perhaps the war will end within a year."

"One year?" Duke curled his lips: "Within four months, the war will end with the victory of the Alliance."

Everyone was shocked. The war between the Alliance and the Horde was so large, and Duke actually said it would end within four months?

Abendis was the most sensitive to the war situation. "Four months? We don't know how many orc reinforcements there are on the other side of the Dark Portal. Your Excellency, isn't that too..."

Duke waved his hand and said, "No, four months is a conservative estimate. But just let everyone know this news, don't spread it for now. I will tell the kings the rest at the throne meeting."

At this moment, everyone's eyes were shining with excitement and ecstasy.

They may scoff at what others say, but now look at who is speaking?

The person who said this was the deputy commander of the alliance, the invincible and outstanding military strategist, and the hero of the alliance, Edmund Duke!

From initially foreseeing the Horde's attack on Southshore, to the later defense of the South Coast, to the Battle of the Hinterlands, followed by the Battle of Quel'Thalas and the Battle of Lordaeron, Duke's military theory of 'killing the enemy as the top priority' has always led the Alliance, from the great disadvantage of the fall of the capitals of various countries to the road to victory of a full-scale counterattack. If his judgment is still wrong, then I really don't know whose inferences on the battle situation the Alliance can trust.

"Really?!" Vereesa said in great surprise, "Then what are we waiting for? Go back and tell everyone the news! Besides... my eldest sister must be anxious."

Duke's facial muscles twitched. "I still have to wait for the Red Dragon Queen. I need her to help me replenish my lost vitality. Otherwise, how can I face people like this?"