Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 354: Kidnap

The advantages of time travelers are fully revealed at this moment.

Knowing that old man Aiden was not a kind person, Duke was able to stop the situation from getting worse in the first place and turned defeat into victory.

Knowing Alexstrasza's true situation, Duke was no longer afraid of the Red Dragon Queen's revenge. It was certainly a very sad thing to have so many descendants of the Dragonflight killed. But being controlled by the Demon Soul for a lifetime, being tortured by a lame orc Nekros every day and unable to resist, and having to continue to let the red dragon die, this was the real tragedy.

As long as Duke turns around and breaks the Demon Soul's control over Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen will not have time to thank him. How could she be angry with him for slaughtering her descendants when the formation was opposed?

So Antonidas' fear was completely unfounded.

Feeling that he owed Duke a big favor because of an impossible incident of venting his anger, Antonidas became an example of taking advantage of others by taking a loss.

Oh, that's not entirely true. At least the old guy made enough money from the red dragon's dragon skin and scales.

Of course, this doesn't stop Duke from continuing to show off.

On the edge of Alterac City, Horde Chieftain Orgrim and his old companions watched this scene in shock.

Duke, standing on top of the royal city, was like a god, waving his arms, calling on the strong wind and ice blades, wantonly dividing the sky, causing the giant dragons in the sky to scream and fall to the earth.

No dragon could escape the terrifying storm, and no dragon had the ability to cross the storm and inflict even the slightest blow on Duke.

These sky overlords who usually soar in the sky are now no better than the fat pigs in the slaughterhouse and are being slaughtered unilaterally.

Orgrim vaguely guessed that this was the work of the human magic circle. As a warrior, his knowledge of the mysterious field was always poor, but the sense of crisis and urgency made Orgrim's heart ring the alarm bell frantically.

Seeing Zuluhed flying over in such a state of disgrace, riding his only remaining dragon, Orgrim could not help but roar, "Any news about Gul'dan? The Horde needs his evil power now!"

Zuluhed gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "I have sent a group of messengers, but there is no response."

"Then send more dragoon messengers, two in a group, three in a group or something. If that doesn't work, go there yourself!" Orgrim was filled with anger.

He was a little confused. Could it be that every capital city of a kingdom in this world had such a powerful magic defense system?

Stormwind City was burned to death by 100,000 orcs.

As soon as Quel'Thalas entered the country, it had always been equipped with a magical defense system, and it was all thanks to Gul'dan that he broke through them one by one.

Now even Alterac, the most recognized weakest of the seven human kingdoms, has a magic circle that can annihilate hundreds of dragons. Then wouldn't the magic defense of Lordaeron, the strongest human kingdom, be...

Orgrim couldn't even imagine it.

After sending Zuluhed away, Orgrim was still in a very bad mood. He couldn't help but mutter, "Does every capital city of a kingdom have so many magical defense arrays?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case, Chieftain." A voice that sounded a little unfamiliar to Orgrim came.

The Warchief turned his head and saw a somewhat unfamiliar face. It was a swordmaster from the Burning Blade Clan. It seemed that this young swordmaster was here to report. The only thing that made Orgrim curious was that the swordmaster was holding a human in each of his left and right hands.

Feeling the chieftain's suspicious gaze, the swordmaster immediately explained in Orcish: "I just killed quite a few human nobles with my Bladestorm, but these two young humans with the Duke's emblem had magical defense devices on them and escaped death. I think they must be quite important human nobles."

Can it block the sword storm of the Blademaster?

There were definitely not many such magical devices, and even if there were, they were quite expensive. Orgrim still remembered that Samuro had said that he almost killed the king of Stormwind, and that king did not have such a magical device to counter sharp weapons.

The other orcs were generally rough and uncouth, and only a few chieftains were willing to learn the common language and human knowledge. However, the Fire Blade Master, who served as an orc scout and the strongest assassin, was definitely an exception. Mastering the enemy's language and knowing who on the other side was a valuable target was definitely a must for a killer.

Orgrim may not care about others, but before launching the spell, he had carefully explained the noble emblem of Alterac to the Blademasters.

Just like the Blademaster, Orgrim could see everything just by looking at the badges of these two young humans.

The Barov family? Two dukes? A brand new ducal emblem?

"Let's get back to the topic of magical defense, Blademaster." Orgrim spoke in Orcish and gave a hideous smile to the two young and panicked human boys.

These two guys were so scared that they peed their pants, and there were obvious enlarged water stains on their crotches.

The Blademaster didn't care at all and answered in Orcish: "I just asked them casually, and they swore that Alterac definitely doesn't have such terrible magic defense."

Orgrim was overjoyed. He turned to speak to the two men in the common language of mankind and said, "I am Orgrim Doomhammer, the chieftain of the Horde. the Horde's plan failed tonight, and I am very unhappy. I will only keep the most valuable one of you two, and give the useless one to the ogres as dinner."

He grinned deliberately, letting his sharp and intertwined fangs dangle in front of the two little guys with similar faces. In fact, perhaps to the two little guys, he looked more like an ogre.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know! Don't eat me!" The older one looked like he was about to cry.

"No! Listen to me, Wilton, that idiot, doesn't know anything."

"Don't listen to Alex!"

Orgrim was annoyed by what he heard, so he just roared and pointed at someone randomly: "Shut up! I ask questions, you answer!"

Orgrim asked the chieftains, who were a little depressed at first, as they walked along. But as they asked, Orgrim's eyes lit up.

"Hahahaha!" The entire mountain path was filled with Orgrim's wanton laughter. He patted Kilrogg's dead-eyed shoulder vigorously. "We found a treasure! Today is actually a lucky day for the Horde!"

Orgrim never expected that what he had gathered so many powerful chiefs for but failed to accomplish was accomplished by two boys captured by a swordmaster.

These two young men were not just any random people. Yes! They were the two beloved sons of Duke Barov - Wilton Barov and Alex Barov.