Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 268: Dragonmaw

"I'm sorry, little guy. This is a small warning for you. At the same time, I'm advising you that the women of the Windrunner family are not to be touched casually. If you want to possess my eldest sister... you must first become a hero in the hearts of the high elves." When the last sentence was uttered, Sylvanas was already hundreds of meters away, and the wind carried her warning word for word into Duke's ears.

Duke smiled bitterly, not because of Sylvanas's seemingly capriciousness or her teasing, but because it seemed that it would be very difficult to woo Alleria!

Fortunately! It's not without chance...

However, the women in Windrunner's family are either roses with thorns or they are stubborn and refuse to listen to others' advice!

After repelling the aggressive Red Dragonflight, it was no problem to defend the Thandol Bridge. Originally, a thousand people could defend the natural barrier, but now there were nearly ten thousand people guarding it without any risk.

Duke was not worried about a strong man from the Horde forcing a breakthrough, because in the army of Stromgarde, there was actually another strong man with the same surname, Trollbane. This guy is not well-known now, but in the later generations of history, his statue stood side by side with the statue of Alleria in the King's Valley of Stormwind and was worshipped by the people. He was a great man known as one of the five heroes of the Dark Portal.

Duke touched his head and found that he had nothing to do for the time being.

He didn't know that at this moment, a pair of eyes were staring at him without blinking. The owner of these eyes was Miss Ilucia Barov.

As Duke's deputy in the magic field, Miss Barov has been performing her duties quietly, leading the magician group for Duke. She is humble and unobtrusive, and is not noticeable in Duke's camp.

At this moment, Ilucia sighed in a low voice.

"People who can control their own destiny...are really enviable."

Everyone can see the ambiguous feelings between Duke and Alleria. Ilucia is not envious of Alleria, but what touched her deeply is the brilliance of Duke when he changed his fate.

Without the constraints of family, born into a common family, he was promoted to a high position in the tide of great changes in the world and took control of his own destiny.

For some reason, Ilucia had a desire for Duke. She shouldn't have thought about it, but she couldn't suppress her thoughts: If it was Duke, maybe I could get rid of the shackles of my family and gain true freedom...

At this time, Duke finally felt Ilucia's gaze and turned around: "Lady Barov, what's the matter?"

"No, that... it seems that quite a few Horde transport ships have broken through the strait. Don't we need to give chase?"

Duke smiled wickedly: "Knowing that the Horde might attack the northern continent from this direction, as the deputy commander, would I not block this possibility?"

Duke is right.

He didn't leave the Horde any chance.

Just as the Horde's transport fleet desperately rushed under the Thandol Bridge, thinking they were away from the Alliance's ambush circle, in the strait five kilometers east of the Thandol Bridge, the orc laborers rowing the boats discovered in despair that the strait, which had been reported the day before as clear ahead, was now blocked.

Huge rockfall weighing tens of thousands of tons blocked the sea Road on the north side, while on the south side, dozens of large and small merchant ships filled with rocks sank there, blocking the entire sea Road.

"When is this..." The orcs in the transport fleet fell into complete despair and fear.

Soon, they no longer had to fear, because the human crossbows that appeared from the cliff easily sent them all to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.

An hour later, at Grim Batol Fortress in the wetlands of the southern continent.

Dragonmaw clan chief Zuluhed angrily smashed and destroyed everything he saw on his way. He rushed to the most mysterious room, and in front of the steel gate, he saw a lame old orc.

"Necros, where is she!?"

"Inside, the situation is a little bit wrong."

Nekros is a half-baked warlock and an immature shaman, but as Zuluhed's confidant, he has special abilities. He can better control something called Demon Soul, and that thing happens to be the key to controlling the red dragon.

After obtaining the guardian's consent, Zuluhed finally rushed in angrily and grabbed the woman in red clothes.

"Hey! Return all those descendants you let run away. The Horde needs their services. Alexstrasza!"

"Asshole! Who do you think I am!?" The red-haired woman roared angrily, and her invisible power swept across the entire space. Any timid guy would definitely be scared to death.

Unfortunately, it didn't work on Zuluhed.

As she rushed towards Zuluhed, the guardian of the Demon Soul appeared. Its flaming claws grabbed the woman's curved horns and slammed her heroic face onto the hard stone floor.

Blood immediately oozed from the corners of the woman's mouth.

"Yes, Alexstrasza, the most powerful and greatest dragon queen, but so what? Now you are just a slave of our Horde. Hahaha!" Zuluhed laughed wildly and watched the guardian wantonly rubbing the beautiful face of the red dragon queen, who had turned into a human form, on the cold and rough stone floor.

The sharp and uneven ground left several shallow blood marks on Alexstrasza's wheat-colored face.

"Lowly orcs!" The Red Dragon Queen roared angrily and struggled hard. The continuous humiliation almost drove her crazy, but it was no use. Not far away, the thing in the hand of the lame orc Nekros greatly weakened her strength.

Ten thousand years ago, the five-colored dragons gathered in the Dragon Rest Temple at the request of the black dragon king Neltharion, and created the artifact Dragon Soul that gathered all the dragon power to fight against the invading Burning Legion demons. The dragons all joined the war against the demons. Neltharion used the power of the Dragon Soul to annihilate all the demons on the battlefield, but then betrayed the dragons and the resistance. The blue dragon king Malygos tried to stop it, but the blue dragons suffered heavy losses and were almost wiped out. The blue dragon queen Sindragosa also died in this tragedy, and Malygos fell into madness. Neltharion himself was unable to withstand this power and turned into a monster with lava flowing all over his body, and was called Deathwing from then on.

Later, the Dragon Soul passed through the hands of many masters, and was eventually corrupted by the power of the devil and turned into the Demon Soul. Under the secret guidance of the conspirator Gul'dan, Zuluhed sensed the existence of the Demon Soul and found it.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the effect of this artifact has become different, but the dragon power contained in it has remained unchanged.

Through the Demon Soul, Zuluhed was able to suppress Alexstrasza and use her as a bargaining chip to threaten the entire red dragon race.

The red dragons had no choice but to submit, because the Red Dragon Queen was the source of their reproduction and strength. Without the Red Dragon Queen's blessing of life, no young dragon could grow into a true dragon.

No matter how angry!

Even if I'm reluctant!

The red dragons continued to fly into Grim Batol Fortress one after another, and were treated as steeds by the orcs. They were roughly fitted with saddle-like riding gear and became the orcs' mounts.

Zuluhed knew very well that the failure of the attack on the Thandor Bridge was definitely an unrepeatable accident. There were probably only five high elf rangers with such ghostly skills in the entire Quel'Thalas. But they happened to encounter two of them.

What was even worse was the incredible fighting style. Even until this moment, Zuluhed felt like he was living in a nightmare.

This time failure is inevitable.

Zuluhed believed that the Horde needed more red dragon cavalry. He didn't believe that the high-speed flying red dragons would encounter that strange combination wherever they flew.

Alexstrasza screamed: "Zuluhed, I will kill you. I will kill every green orc. I swear! I will."

With a sneer, Zuluhed watched as the guardian of the Demon Soul pressed the Red Dragon Queen's face to the cold ground. He laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Maybe there will really be such a day, but before that day, you should be a slave to the Horde! Come, call them, and bring our red babies back."

As soon as Zuluhed raised his hand, Nekros behind him increased the power output to the Demon Soul. Nekros and Alexstrasza both showed painful expressions. The Demon Soul was not a good thing with gentle power. The price of controlling it was one's own vitality.

Nekros didn't care, because his life was saved. In the battle with the Draenei, he broke a leg, but he didn't hug an enemy to die together like other strong-willed orcs, so he was looked down upon by other orcs, and even after surviving, he didn't value his life any more.

He brought upon the Dragon Queen the greatest pain that an evil artifact could inflict.

Afterwards, what Zuluhed got was a burst of cold and wild laughter.

"Hahaha! They are free. I don't know what happened to them, but they are no longer bound by me!" The Red Queen laughed wildly.

"What!? What's going on? Tell me!"

Under the suppression of the artifact from the source of dragon power, Zuluhed received very unfavorable news. Those red dragons that escaped could not come back, and they were not dead.

"No, I must report to the Warchief."

Zuluhed rushed to Orgrim in a hurry and explained everything with the attitude of a sinner.

"I'm sorry, Warchief, I screwed up! Not only did I fail to protect the transport fleet, but I also lost a large number of red dragons..."

Orgrim bared his teeth, as if in pain, but in the end he did not unleash his wrath.

"Destiny..." Orgrim's voice was low and he spoke slowly: "Zuluhed, do you believe in destiny? Do you think the most powerful shaman can see the direction of destiny? If he can really predict the future, what price must he pay?"

Orgrim asked three seemingly irrelevant questions in a row, which made Zuluhed a little stunned. But he quickly answered: "Destiny does exist. Shamans are not the only ones who can spy on the direction of destiny. As for the price... Kilrogg Deadeye is a good example."

Orgrim slapped his chest with his hands and said, "The orcs have deviated from the shamanic path, and fate no longer reveals its direction to the orcs. On the contrary, our enemies seem to be very good at this. I once thought that this was a simple strategy that surpassed the wisdom of the orcs. But when I found that all my pre-planned plans had been discovered, I was secretly afraid for a long time. Finally, I woke up."

"Awake?"

"Yes! My opponent, Edmund Duke, can obviously see the direction of the river of fate. So only if I don't know what to do next can I avoid the arrangement of this terrible enemy."

Zuluhed was secretly surprised. This was tantamount to his own chief admitting that the human Duke was superior to the prophet.

Orgrim brought Zuluhed to a cliff in the northeast of the wetlands, and the scene there stunned Zuluhed.

"The orcs accomplished this miracle with their simplicity and directness. I just ordered my men to find a way to cross the sea no matter what."

Zulushid saw the "solution": Perhaps it was because the chief was standing near the cliff that separated the northern and southern continents when he said this. Those guys who couldn't think flexibly actually spent a whole winter to open up a slope on the cold and hard cliff that was dozens of meters high and covered with ice and snow, extending from the plateau to the seaside.

It was a huge slope 50 meters wide, enough to lift the largest transport ship from the wetland to the beach. And it was less than five kilometers away from that damn strait.

That's right, it was this "method" in which the Warchief himself was not quite clear about the actual situation, which created a more profound chain of schemes.

Be it the head-on attack on the various small and medium clans in Southshore, the siege of the transport ships and the Red Dragonflight attempting to cross the strait and the Thandol Bridge, or the head-on attack of the 200,000-strong tribal army that would arrive at the Southshore Coast in two days, all of them became a cover for this elite tribal force led by Orgrim himself.

Tonight, these 50,000 elite orcs will cross the natural barrier that has blocked the Horde for more than half a year overnight.

"Warchief, you are indeed the strongest!" Zuluhed praised from the bottom of his heart.

"After I leave, the Wetlands will be handed over to you. You must maintain sufficient pressure on the Alliance. Especially your Red Dragons. Don't just attack one place. There are definitely not many good players of that level in the Alliance." As if recalling something, Orgrim added: "Last time, it seemed that these two elves were fighting against Hellscream, right? Then think about it, how many Grommash*Hellscreams do we have in our tribe!?"

Hearing this, Zuluhed's eyes were filled with confidence again.

Orgrim punched Zuluhed in the chest, but Zuluhed was not panicked at all, but was surprised, because this represented the trust of the chief.

It's all up to you.

That's what the Warchief meant.

Watching Orgrim carrying his famous Doomhammer and his army disappearing into the night on the beach, Zuluhed's heart was filled with heat.

At this moment, Duke was surrounded by a bunch of red dragons with golden vertical pupils...