Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 434: I live

At this moment, in Dalaran, the atmosphere in the air was extremely strange.

"The elite of Lordaeron were defeated?"

"Don't be afraid, we still have His Excellency Edmund Duke!"

"Yes! As long as he is still here, we have nothing to fear."

A large-scale elite assault that could have been recorded in history and beyond the imagination of mortals has become the biggest joke. Just like the foolish orcs playing naval battles with humans on the vast ocean, they ended up losing. Today, Lordaeron has become the biggest laughing stock.

At least 70% of the elite knights from most of the kingdom were killed in less than an hour. King Terenas could well imagine that he would be criticized by the entire Lordaeron noble circle in the days to come.

If this was just a simple defeat, then it would be fine. We would lose together. At worst, the whole of Lordaeron would bear the brunt of it, and we would all go home and heal our wounds together.

But Duke happened to appear.

Duke, who was thought to have died in some corner, unexpectedly ran out again and perfectly used the elite of Lordaeron as bait to lure away a large number of tribal chiefs.

What happened to the promise of being the leader?

How did the great country of Lordaeron become a discarded pawn?

A breath of foul air rushed through King Terenas' chest, and he almost couldn't breathe and fainted on the spot.

Terenas's face was very dark, not much better than if he had touched carbon ash.

His whole body was trembling. Others might think that he was saddened by the loss of his elite soldiers, but only he knew that he had developed resentment towards a little junior whom he had always looked down upon.

Whether it is Anduin Lothar or Edmund Duke, the selection of these two Alliance commanders is a last resort.

That was what Terenas had originally thought: to treat the noble Lothar as a mascot, and then kick Duke away when the war went badly. With these two scapegoats, it was only natural for the general of Lordaeron to be promoted to the commander of the Alliance.

Who would have known that Anduin and Duke would work together perfectly, one controlling the Western battlefield and the other perfectly coordinating the entire Alliance, organizing many successful military operations and expanding the Alliance from eight countries to ten countries?

Just thinking about it makes me go crazy.

A compromise resulted in two country bumpkins from a remote southern country becoming heroes of the Alliance. Lordaeron spent money, manpower, and effort, but did not gain a core position...

Look at the way the kings of various countries look at Terenas now - that is naked mockery, that is the look of looking at an idiot and fool!

Terenas almost wanted to send someone to secretly kill Duke on the spot.

But he held back.

It was still unknown whether he could solve the problem of the Red Dragon Queen. If he tried to trip Duke up at this juncture, he would not be able to make it in time, and the Alliance would collapse, which would not benefit Lordaeron at all.

He knew that he was almost out of control, but the self-control of a veteran politician suppressed his emotional impulses, allowing his intense heartbeat to gradually calm down.

"It seems that we old bones are still outdated. The future of the alliance still depends on young people like Edmund!" There was no more regret, no more excitement. If it weren't for the loss of composure a moment ago, everyone would have thought that Terenas was the kind of kind elder who took great care of the younger generation.

That's right, Terenas had decided on Duke - since he couldn't suppress him, he would praise him to death. He would praise this young man to the sky. With his experience, he would definitely not be able to see through this conspiracy. Once he got carried away, that would be the time for him to fall into hell.

A sneer appeared on Terenas's lips.

Unfortunately, Terenas is doomed to fail. Duke is not some ignorant sixteen-year-old bumpkin from a small village in Azeroth!

Duke had no idea what Terenas, who was far away, was thinking, and he didn't take the huge loss of the people of Lordaeron to heart.

Really, the Lordaeron people's unintentional attack and helping him to block the gun was definitely unexpected. From the beginning to the end, Duke never thought of tricking the Lordaeron people who broke in.

This is a showdown that transcends the mortal world. Why are you, a mere bastard from Lordaeron, getting involved?

Terenas is asking for death, is it my fault again?

No! I won't take the blame.

Duke was focused on finding Alexstrasza.

From beginning to end, the two ancient guardian dragons, the Red Dragon Queen and the Black Dragon King, are the focus of this drama.

Unfortunately, Duke had no idea what would happen next. As a butterfly that stirred up the trend and changed history, Duke changed too many things.

In the original history, because the main force of Orgrim had been destroyed, only the Dragonmaw Clan was left defending Grim Batol. In the absence of Zuluhed, the orc warlock Nekros who controlled the Demon Soul took the most idiotic way - he took his men and carried a large number of red dragon eggs and ran away from the fortress.

At present, the main force of the orcs has not yet completely collapsed. the Horde is still strong, not to mention that there are several ancient red dragons to help.

There is no chance that Nekros can escape, so this is likely to be a tough battle.

Sure enough, Nekros came.

Silently, an ugly orc head seemed to float in the darkness, and the faint blue light in the darkness reflected half of a green, old face full of bumps. The long facial hair was like dead grass rooted in the cracked earth - the orc warlock's cheeks were deeply sunken, and the dull luster on his face reminded people of a corpse.

Nekros pursed his lips tightly, and it seemed as if there were two sharp stones on his thick lips, which had made two holes in his jaw, exposing his fangs.

The shadow of the hood embroidered with demonic incantations covered the eye sockets, and the eyeballs sunken deep in the darkness emitted a dead light.

If he hadn't been able to still feel his breath, Duke would have thought he had encountered an undead instead of a living orc.

Nekros spoke with a voice reminiscent of death. His Common Language was terrible and Duke could only barely understand him: "Edmund Duke, the nightmare of the Horde. I didn't expect you to come after all."

Duke leaned on his staff and said, "For this world, your tribe is the nightmare."

"Hahaha!" Nekros laughed rudely and unpleasantly: "Unfortunately, after today, only one of the two nightmares will remain."

Nekros was right. The Red Dragonflight was the last big card of the Horde. After losing the main forces of the Blackrock and Warsong clans, the Horde no longer had the upper hand in terms of quantity and quality. The terrifying military mobilization capabilities of the Alliance were only now revealed.

Duke curled his lips and imposed a conclusion on this meaningless argument: "I can see the future! You don't get to see tomorrow!"