Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 382: Truth

The chieftain of the Horde actually came to ask whether the deputy commander of the Alliance was colluding with the strongest warlock of the Horde?

What the hell is this?

Most orcs can't understand the common language, but the elves can!

For a moment, the elves all pricked up their Elves.

The two sides stopped fighting unconsciously, pulled away, and listened to the conversation between the two leaders. The few orcs who knew the common language were ready to act as translators.

As a big shot in the league, Duke could have simply ignored Orgrim's brain-wrecking call.

Duke didn't dare not answer.

Collaborating with the Horde is definitely a capital crime.

Think about the fate that Alterac is about to face. King Aiden will probably be cursed for all eternity even after his death.

Duke answered using his PA magic.

"Collusion? Poor Orc King Orgrim! Don't you know that you are being used by Gul'dan? No, I should say that you really don't know that our Alliance and your Horde are both victims of the conspiracy of the Burning Legion's demonic giants?"

"What!?" No wonder Orgrim was surprised. He really didn't know the motives behind Gul'dan and the real source of his power.

"The soul of the evil god Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, controlled our world protector Medivh. He colluded with your warlock Gul'dan, who was seduced by the demon commander Kil'jaeden. This is how the Dark Portal came into being, and how your Horde invaded the world of Azeroth. To put it bluntly, you orcs are just pathfinders for the demons to invade this world."

"No - that's because our world is on the verge of destruction..." Orgrim argued.

"Yes, it is because of the power of the devil that your world is heading for destruction." Duke sneered mercilessly.

Orgrim was startled.

He had to recall the complaint of his late friend Durotan, 'I think it was Gul'dan and his warlocks who destroyed our world. Look, wherever they go, they use their fel energy. The land is drying up, the trees are withering, there is no grass, and there is no prey. Without prey, the orcs will have to starve to death.'

He would never forget how many of his clan members had died on the way when they migrated to the Dark Portal.

The weak, the sick, and those who were seriously injured and died after being attacked by their prey.

Once upon a time, the survival rule of the orcs, the survival of the fittest, for thousands of years, made him think it was natural. Now that he thought about it, whether it was Durotan or Duke, what they said was undoubtedly true.

When Orgrim saw the Dark Portal open, it was still a swamp that was dirty but not lacking in life. But what about now? In winter, he went back to the Dark Portal. It had become a dead place with no grass growing.

Gray hills and red earth.

There are no ordinary beasts, only monsters mutated by evil energy.

Now that I think about it, that must have been the demonic power of the warlocks.

"Hahaha! Have you thought it through? You orcs are nothing but a bunch of poor creatures being toyed with by the devil. All your glory is just a joke to embellish the devil's conspiracy. And the one who really teased you is Gul'dan!" Duke spit out venomous words mercilessly: "Have you thought it through? If so, get out! Orcs, go back to your world!"

"Gul'dan!" Orgrim raised his hammer and swung it, roaring to the sky: "I will use this to kill you! I will see you pay the full price for your betrayal!"

When Orgrim shouted this, a few people on the Alliance side really thought that perhaps they would not have to fight in the future.

They are too naive.

"However, the Horde has no choice! We will punish the traitors! But the orcs must continue to reproduce! So - your world is ours!"

Duke's expression suddenly changed.

Orgrim took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. "I will lead my clan southward. We will clear all obstacles along the way. We must keep this road open. After dealing with Gul'dan, we will come back again. By then, this will be the end of your Alliance!"

Although he himself doubted whether what he said could be realized, they were lucky enough to catch Lordaeron off guard this time, but such a thing would not happen a second time.

Orgrim had to say it.

Lose the battle but not the person.

We can't be weak in momentum.

Since the goal is always to annihilate the other side, there is no such thing as peace, and there is no need to show weakness.

Duke narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "No need to wait until later, today, I want all of you to die here!"

Duke raised his hand, and the alliance forces attacked again, led by the self-destructing demon spirit.

However, at this moment, the Horde had a clear goal - to break through.

Even though rangers like Alleria madly rained arrows at the Horde, and mages like Marianne kept releasing magical attacks, the effects were very limited.

Whenever they almost caught up with the rear of the Horde, there would always be a small clan with hundreds of people turning back to fight to the death. After all, the Silver Hand led by Tirion Fordring only had a group of city guards who could barely ride on horses, and their combat power was basically scum.

After the Horde lost more than 5,000 lives, Orgrim successfully led his army back into the Alterac Mountains.

Orgrim withdrew, but Duke was not happy at all, because he knew what the Horde came to rescue.

The fierce fighting continues on the western battlefield.

At this moment, Kurdran Wildhammer suddenly felt that something else was flying from the sky. He looked and saw a black shadow soaring down from the clouds just south of his head. At first he thought it was a warrior who came to report battlefield information to him, but he immediately felt that the way this guy was flying was not like a griffin.

And more dark shadows followed from the southeast. It seemed that they were coming from Lake Lordamere and were probably flying at a higher altitude than them. But what on earth were these things?

However, as these dark shadows approached at high speed, they became larger and larger, so large that they obliterated his vision!

"In the name of Aerie Peak." Kurdran muttered to himself, and was completely intimidated by the largest one among them.

A lanky body, a long tail and neck, huge wings that occasionally flap and stretch high into the sky - only one flying creature could be this big.

As the last of the dark clouds dispersed and the sun shone upon them, the creature was glowing red - covered with crimson scales, and Kurdran knew that his judgment was correct.

This is a dragon.

Red dragons and the like, Kurdran's kill count has reached double digits.

But this one is completely different, because if he is not dazzled, this is an ancient dragon whose size is almost as big as the five dragon kings and is definitely more than ten thousand years old!