Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 446: Nightmare

Orgrim had a dream, a very dark dream.

Not to mention torches, even the light created by the shaman's natural magic could not penetrate.

The darkness was so cold that my fingers soon froze, and even the breath from my mouth quickly turned into ice crystals and fell to the ground.

However, right in front of him, darkness was slowly and silently moving, condensing into a human shape. When this dark humanoid opened its fierce eyes, the whole world became even darker.

Looking at those eyes that seemed peaceful and wise, but were actually fierce and expressive, Orgrim cried out in astonishment.

"You're Duke!?"

Duke smiled evilly: "Orgrim! You and your tribe must pay the price for the bloody slaughter you caused when you invaded the world of Azeroth! I declare that you will be imprisoned forever!"

"No - we are not wrong! The devil is wrong! They poisoned us! They tricked us into drinking that awful blood!"

Regardless of Orgrim's protests, the world grew darker.

Countless dark arms stretched out from all directions, firmly suppressing Orgrim's resistance. They approached Orgrim with a sinister smile, and finally grabbed him and threw him into an eternal prison forged by divine power...

"Hahaha! As long as I, Duke, am here, the Horde will never be able to become the overlord of this world! Hahaha!" Duke's evil laughter echoed infinitely in Orgrim's entire spiritual world.

"Ahhh——" Orgrim suddenly sat up and screamed, shocking the orcs around him.

It was not until he opened his eyes that Orgrim realized he was having a nightmare.

"Warchief, are you awake?" Although his face was clearly in disarray and even two of his fangs were broken, Zuluhed smiled brightly.

"Zuluhed, you..."

"I was just tricked by an untamed dragon cub. It's okay, I'll kill him and stew his meat later."

At this time, Orgrim realized that all the orcs around him looked like defeated soldiers. He was carried on a simple stretcher. He heard the sound of huge water rushing. If he was right, he should be near the boulder dam.

Although he immediately had a bad feeling, Orgrim still asked: "How is the battle going?"

Without hiding anything, Zuluhed answered, "It was terrible. The moment that damned female dragon queen gained freedom, the cavalry of the Dragonmaw Clan became snacks for the dragon. Then the dragons immediately gathered together and attacked the orcs gathered outside Grim Batol. Among the hundreds of thousands of troops, perhaps not even half of the clan survived. Everyone was stunned."

Hearing this, Orgrim's heart ached.

It's over!

It's all over!

If the Red Dragonflight had not been freed, they might have been able to rely on the geographical advantage to hold on to the southern continent. But now, even if the Red Dragonflight really did not like to intervene in mortal wars as rumored, the destruction of these troops in the wetland area would be enough to cause the greatest adverse impact on the entire war situation.

Looking up at the sky in the distance, there were several giant dragons flying at high speed, and it was obvious that they were fighting fiercely.

Once upon a time, when Orgrim received the report that the Black Dragon King might participate in the battle to liberate the Red Dragon Queen, he, like Zuluhed, cursed Deathwing for meddling in other people's affairs.

Although he didn't know what role Deathwing played in this incident, but now that Alexstrasza and her red dragon army were certain to join the Alliance, Orgrim suddenly hoped that Deathwing would be the winner of this brutal air battle.

At this time, on the top of Grim Batol, Gavinrad and others were stunned.

The battle with the Horde is over. As a deputy commander of the Alliance, it would be fine if you didn't go to take charge of the situation, but you actually had the nerve to come and watch the show.

It's fine to just watch the show, but what the hell is the point of bringing out so many things?

There should also be some rules for being a spectator, right?

Everyone was stunned when they saw what Duke took out from the storage space:

There was a round dining table that could be hugged by two people. On the white tablecloth were four gorgeous golden wine glasses filled with freshly opened red wine. The shiny plates were filled with...all kinds of snacks.

It's a pity that there's no storage space for fresh fruit, otherwise this would have been a perfect picnic.

Brother, what are you playing?

Duke greeted everyone warmly. He pulled out a stool and sat down with great confidence: "Everyone, please feel free to sit down! I have activated the phantom fog, so Neltharion can't see us."

"Duke, this... doesn't seem good, right?"

"What's wrong with that? I gave him face by not making Coke and popcorn."

No native Azerothian knew what Coke popcorn was. But because Duke was so cool, everyone sat down suspiciously.

It was Vereesa who was the most curious who adapted the fastest. She almost took a sip of red wine and then ate the cookies: "Duke? Are we here to watch the show?"

"Of course, we're here to watch the show! The civil war between the five guardian dragons of Azeroth is a rare event. If you don't watch it, I guarantee you'll regret it for the rest of your life. What's more, Neltharion actually wants to brainwash me into becoming his slave. I don't have the ability to participate in such a huge war. I'll feel good if I just watch the show and see how he gets beaten like a dog! Come on, everyone place your bets. From now on, how many minutes can Neltharion hold out? All winners will get double compensation."

"Neltharion is the king of black dragons after all. Ten minutes? I bet a copper coin." After hanging out with Duke for a long time, Gavinrad has a tendency to degenerate into the direction of the shame of the Paladin.

Rhonin thought for a moment and said, "One magic emerald, bet for fifteen minutes."

Duke rolled his eyes and said: Well, damn, your magic emerald was given to you by me.

Vereesa was the most generous: "I'm putting all my fiefdoms on the line, betting that Deathwing won't last more than five minutes."

Duke almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Hey! That's enough!"

Vereesa was unmoved: "First, my legendary fiefdom is still in the hands of the orcs. Second, if I really lose all my fiefdom, I will live in Karazhan."

Duke's facial muscles kept twitching. He really didn't know that Vereesa had such a petty side. If she won, her fiefdom would be doubled, and if she lost, she would blame him.

It seems like this ms. always wins!

At this moment, the fight between the five dragons in the sky entered a white-hot stage. At first, Deathwing was suppressing the three dragons and beating them fiercely.

How powerful are you?

However, when Duke destroyed the Demon's Soul...