Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 444: Victory

No orc knew why Duke suddenly became so strong.

As Duke's status rose, no big shot in the Horde had ever fought Duke head-on and escaped undead.

And Orgrim's understanding of Duke still remains at the battle between them when he directly fought against him when he attacked Stormwind Fortress.

At that time, Duke gave Orgrim the feeling that if he was given a little more time, he could still kill him. It was definitely not like now, where he felt an irresistible sense of powerlessness.

Even after two nerfs, Orgrim still couldn't withstand the arcane might of Duke's all-out attack.

The superposition of countless forces created a shock force that instantly exploded on Orgrim's outstretched fist, and then transmitted to his entire body, shaking his entire body so much that he felt as if he would be shattered into powder in the next moment.

Although the battle-hardened Orgrim instinctively believed that he would not die from this attack and would only be seriously injured at most, the frustration of not being able to defeat an opponent as small as Duke made Orgrim feel the sadness of a hero at the end of his life.

At that moment, he recognized that the person standing in front of him was Kashdrak, the chieftain of the Black Scar Clan.

The second one is the half-orc hero Rexxar, who was once despised and looked down upon by the entire tribe. As a half-orc and ogre, he has a larger and more sturdy body than an orc.

And at the last moment, these two heroes used their bodies to protect their chief.

"Have I become so weak that I need someone to protect me?" Orgrim muttered to himself in his heart. This feeling is so desolate...

Then, the excruciating pain that made the chief feel like he was dying came over him, and everything went black before his eyes.

"Warchief!?" All the orcs, every chief, exclaimed in the same voice.

What is a leader?

A leader is the backbone of a group, the soul and backbone of a collective.

No matter if it was because Orgrim fought with Uther for so long and was only half injured, or because Duke had a great advantage in skills, or because Duke made such a stunning attack with the momentum of liberating the Red Dragon Queen.

Anyway, in the eyes of both the Alliance and the Horde, Duke killed Orgrim in one move!

No matter whether it is true or not, just yell first.

"Orgrim is dead!"

"The alliance will win!"

"Kill!"

Compared to the Horde whose morale first fell to the bottom and then into the abyss, the Alliance's rhythm was completely like taking aphrodisiacs first and then getting pumped up.

Especially those unscientific paladins, who were even more radiant at their peak.

These guys actually broke through on the battlefield!

Break through the shackles of self!

Breaking through the limits of spirit and body!

Obviously, the Horde still has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers and quality, but on all sides, in the sky and on the ground, the Horde is being slaughtered by the Alliance like chopping melons and vegetables.

And at this most critical moment, Orgrim lost consciousness.

A snake cannot survive without a head.

Because the chieftain was unconscious, Zuluhed, the deputy commander, happened to be riding the dragon into the air again. The deputy chieftain of the Blackrock clan, Sabek, was at the front line. The weakness of lack of unified command was instantly magnified.

The more bloody and brutal Kargath Bladefist ordered a fight with the Alliance.

Kilrogg Deadeye, who was more rational and strategic, ordered a retreat.

The two diametrically opposed orders created maximum chaos among the orcs.

If Orgrim and his men had been able to break through the defenses in front of the iron gate early on, everything would have been different.

If Orgrim had not impulsively thrown out the Doomhammer, perhaps the battle would still be a stalemate.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

"Long live Edmund Duke!" Slogans were shouted. In every passage, every pass, and every gate, there were figures of Alliance warriors chasing after the Horde.

Duke did not participate in this pursuit. Although the Archmage could continuously restore his magic power, he was really exhausted. Since Gul'dan secretly plotted against him and activated the curse, he has not been able to sleep well for a single day.

The shadow of death had been lingering over his soul until just now, when Alexstrasza, who had regained her strength, instantly lifted his curse and stopped the rapid flow of his life, and he was able to secretly take a breath.

After a great comeback, you have finally taken all the credit. Let the others take the small credits. You can't eat the meat while the others can't even have the soup.

After confirming the alliance's victory, Duke's legs suddenly went weak.

Vereesa, who was beside him, quickly supported Duke.

"Duke!? Are you okay?"

"No! I just feel a little exhausted after the full-strength attack."

Completely subconsciously, Vereesa let Duke's whole body lean against her without any concern. The approaching male scent made Vereesa a little confused, but her heart was full of pride and pride.

The vision in front of her seemed a little blurry, the images described in the legend were intertwined with reality, and at this moment she seemed to have returned to the fantastic war 2,800 years ago when humans and high elves joined hands to expel the trolls.

It was a war between two racial alliances against the fate of death.

They won it all.

2,800 years later, a new generation of elves and human heroes returned to this battlefield once again to fight for the sacred oath that once again shines.

And today, the one who dominated all this was the man leaning on her.

A man who seems weak but repeatedly creates miracles.

A man who had protected her and saved her life.

Vereesa raised the longbow in her hand and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Long live Duke!"

Unlike the relationship between Alleria and Duke, Vereesa's fate was not intertwined like theirs. If one had to use an adjective to describe her relationship with Duke, it could probably be summed up as "fanatic worship." A fanatical relationship that had gone through the test of life and death, and was natural.

Duke was a little stunned when he saw Vereesa suddenly looking back with burning eyes, as if she wanted to swallow him up whole. He smiled bitterly and said, "I always feel a little sorry for Alleria!"

Vereesa insisted, "Humph! What's the big deal? High elves never mind polygamy or polyandry. I don't believe that my elder sister would be unwilling to share you with me."

"Well, if, I mean if..."

"There is no such thing as if. If there really is such an if, I will fight with my elder sister even if it means we have to break up. We are all women, so why can't we fight for a good man when we meet one? Quietly withdrawing and wishing the other person happiness is not my character."

After saying that, Vereesa gave Duke artificial respiration.