"Human! Tell me, why did you hold back?!" Orgrim was keenly aware of this and felt insulted.
Another powerful magic attack blasted Orgrim Doomhammer to the front square of Stormwind Fortress. Duke stood at the gate and sneered: "I am not interested in you who are not in your strongest state and cannot let go of your hands and feet!"
At this time, many of Orgrim's direct subordinates broke away from the human warriors who were rushing to defend the king like crazy and rushed towards Duke.
"Don't go over there!" Orgrim suddenly came to his senses and dissuaded his subordinates.
Orgrim is a minority, he did not drink the demon blood, so he has the traditional brown-red skin among the orcs. His subordinates are not like that, the demon blood makes them more powerful, more violent and less rational.
They did not pay attention to Orgrim's roar, but instead rushed forward in a fit of rage.
In the distance, King Llane and Bolvar were galloping on horseback, and they saw this scene at the other end of the street that they would never forget.
One circular magic circle after another unfolded in the void on both sides of Duke, rotating clockwise in an orderly manner. Purple-blue lines filled with arcane energy expanded along the magic circle, quickly forming extremely mysterious patterns.
At the same time, more Mage's Hands appeared like stars on the periphery of the magic circle.
To outsiders, it seemed that Duke spread out a pair of huge fifty-meter-long magic wings with a whoosh.
The wings flapped gently, and the calm river in front of Stormwind Fortress, which ran through Stormwind City, immediately rolled back under the infusion of Duke's magic, and the high waves formed a water tornado that many people would rarely see in their lifetime.
A sharp whistling sound was heard. The water arrows, which were like a torrential rain, turned into ice javelins with killing power comparable to steel weapons the moment they broke away from the tornado and poured towards the orcs who were rushing over.
Orgrim was stunned. This was the first time he had seen such a large-scale magic. Even Orgrim had to swing his hammer with all his strength to smash the ice spears that were shot at him.
He can handle it, but what about his subordinates?
Countless screams merged into one.
In the blink of an eye, at least two hundred brave orcs were crucified in the square in front of the fortress. Just as they slaughtered the human warriors at the beginning, now they were the ones being slaughtered.
The strength of this human mage has completely exceeded his imagination.
Orgrim was thinking about how to kill this young human wizard. However, what would be the point of killing this wizard?
In the distance, the sound of horse hooves like thunder rang out rapidly, causing the stone bricks on the ground to tremble slightly.
Orgrim turned his head and saw spears raised high to the sky in the south, the shining spear tips carrying an indescribable fierceness. Orgrim recognized that they were the few enemies on the battlefield that the orcs were not willing to face head-on - human cavalry.
Under the huge impact, the penetrating power brought by the spear is so strong that even the strongest orcs are unwilling to face it directly.
The leader was wearing a dazzling golden helmet and golden armor. This dazzling outfit made him a banner. Every knight following him and behind him had the same anxiety and anger!
Orgrim recognized him as the Warchief of humanity, and he knew that the battle could not be fought any longer.
Orgrim was not too frustrated. He made a chewing motion with his jaws: the failure of this raid was not important. The Achilles' heel of the human city had been found. If he could lead his men over the mountain once, he could do it ten or twenty times. The weak defense here was nothing compared to the hard bone in front.
Orgrim stared at Duke, who was still standing at the gate of Stormwind Fortress, with an imposing manner that one man could block a thousand.
"Human! Tell me your name!" Orgrim roared while holding the Doomhammer.
"Duke... Edmund Duke!" Duke smiled and answered in Orcish.
"I will remember you!" said Orgrim viciously.
"Of course you must remember me, because I will become your nightmare!" Duke's smile was full of weird mystery that puzzled Orgrim.
"Humph!" With a powerful enemy approaching, Orgrim had no time to argue with Duke. For the orcs, true victory is always reflected on the battlefield, not in meaningless verbal abuse.
"Retreat—" Orgrim raised his hammer and roared. The remaining orc warriors gave up fighting with the humans and began to retreat in the direction they had entered Stormwind City.
Duke originally wanted to give chase, because in Duke's eyes, only dead orcs were good orcs.
An accident interrupted Duke's plan. Not far behind him, the young prince Varian ran out desperately.
"Attack the human child with javelins!" Orgrim lost no time in ordering a team of death squads that were left behind.
Unlike Duke's refined javelin, the orcs, who suffered a lot from javelins on the battlefield, also developed relatively heavy throwing weapons - javelins simply made from sharpened tree trunks.
It looks ugly, but becomes extremely dangerous under the orcs' amazing arm strength.
Duke had to grab Varian and summon an ice wall to block the incoming javelins.
If Varian stayed inside and didn't come out, he could still pretend not to see it. But now that Varian was out, he couldn't take King Llane's only precious son and run off to hunt down the orcs.
Varian also knew that he had done something bad, and looked at Duke with anxiety and fear in his eyes.
Duke raised his index finger in front of his lips and said, "Shh! When your father asks you about this later, I will answer you. Otherwise, you will be spanked when you go back."
The little prince shuddered and nodded repeatedly.
The golden lion head painted on the Stormwind's flag was getting closer and closer. Looking at Llane, it was as if he saw the ancestor who led the kingdom's ancestors to this valley a thousand years ago.
Duke stood quietly at the gate of Stormwind Fortress, watching Llane galloping towards him. Llane jumped off the horse before the horse could even stand still.
"Oh - my God! Varian, you're okay! Where's your mother?" Llane, who was over 40 years old, had never shed tears when the country fell, nor when the enemy was at the gates of the city. But at this moment, he burst into tears and cried like a child, sincerely and purely.
But the next moment, Llane raised his arm and was about to slap him: "Damn it, you almost killed Count Edmund!"
A wizard's hand gently pulled Llane.
"I'm sorry, all the guards inside were killed in the battle. I can't let the kingdom's only heir stay in danger." Duke said shamelessly.