But the Blademaster leader was not dead yet. He fell to the ground and blood gushed out from the wounds on his body, quickly adding a fresh layer of red to the already red floor.
With his head held high and his only remaining eye open, he opened his mouth with three broken fangs.
"Human mage, you killed the chieftain of the Fire Blade Clan, Dal'Three Blood Blade. Can I know your name?" Dal coughed up blood and spoke in a low voice in Orcish.
"Duke Edmund, deputy commander of the Alliance of Lordaeron." Duke answered in the common language of humans.
"It turns out to be you..." The Chieftain of the Fire Blade Clan slowly closed his eyes.
A few seconds later, the kings, Windsor and Gavinrad, who had come to their senses, all let out roars with complex meanings.
Is this the relief of surviving a disaster?
Is this a roar of praise for the hero?
Anyway, when the guards on the mountainside rushed over with swords in hand, and two Kirin Tor councillors rushed over at the risk of their lives, what they saw was a bloody and unexpected scene:
In the sky, the remains of the orc swordmaster, which had long been chopped into pieces, fell down with a bang.
The bodies of the kings' guards and servants were scattered all over the ground. Miraculously, no one of real importance died in this assassination.
The kings might be as distracted as Aiden, trembling in the blood.
Maybe tremble and sit down in a chair like Terenas did.
Or like Genn and Thoras, leaning on their swords and breathing heavily.
The guards were in chaos, not knowing what to do.
"Calm down! I have killed all the assassins! The leader was chieftain of the Fire Blade Clan. Everything is fine now! Stay calm! All guards, form a guard formation to protect your king. I am not sure if there are any assassins left."
After a pause, Duke sat down somewhat dejectedly: "Krasus, I leave this to you. Inform Lothar that he will command the army. Kel'Thuzad, please go back and take charge of the Mage Corps."
After arranging everything, Windsor hurried over to support the limp Duke: "Master, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted. Those Blademasters are not easy to deal with."
"Are you injured?" Gavinrad's face was a little hot. Just now, he could do almost nothing. In the state of Divine Protection, he could not use weapons. He might be able to use holy light to heal the kings, but the problem was that if the kings were killed instantly, his holy light would be useless.
"No! My magic circuits are just a little messed up. I just need to rest for a while."
Duke looked weak, but in his heart he was so excited that he wanted to jump up and shout three times.
No reason, just for the following paragraphs in the system prompt:
"Congratulations, host. You have extracted mysterious power from the souls of several Blademasters of the Burning Blade Clan. You have obtained the secret of Mirror Image. You can now use the advanced version of Mirror Image - Mirror Image of Truth."
"Your temporary special abilities Plunder and Luck have come into play. You have extracted the true meaning of Blade Storm from the soul of Dal' Triple Blood Blade. Your Ice Shield and Rapid Avalanche are combined into a new combo skill Blade Ice Storm."
"Blade Ice Storm: This is the magic version of Blade Storm. You can condense the icy breath into countless sharp and terrifying weapons, slowing down and chopping all enemies within the storm's coverage area into pieces. The power will increase as your ice circuit becomes stronger. However, this is a very extreme magic. As a price, your fully activated ice circuit will be overloaded for a short period of time, and you will not be able to use any ice magic in the next three days."
This is clearly a powerful weapon!
Woohoo! It's a pity that I don't have a high-level ice circuit, otherwise the power of this move would be many times greater.
Thinking of this, Duke felt a little resentful again.
The Sun King's Arcane Fire Circuit was indeed awesome, but the problem was that there was no Ice Circuit. Duke searched Medivh's lair for a long time, but couldn't find an advanced mode for practicing Ice Circuit.
Duke couldn't help but think of the frost grandfather Antonidas. Although he was also an expert in all three magics, Antonidas preferred to use water and ice magic. Just look at his crazy water element summoning spells to know how powerful his ice circuit is.
But...it seems difficult to do!
Duke's mind was a little confused. When he came to his senses, the whole Southshore, no, it should be said that the whole Hillsbrad Foothills was boiling.
"Long live Anduin Lothar!"
"Long live Duke Edmund—"
The huge sound waves formed one after another, wantonly hitting everyone's eardrums. From the refugee camp in the north, to the assembly point of the reserve troops, to the vicinity of the headquarters, to the two hills that had just experienced a bloody battle, to the chase on the beach, and even to the warships on the sea, everyone raised their fists or weapons high.
Spears like a forest, swords like a sea, thousands of wills converge into one sentence -
Long live the Alliance!
Whose tears are flying?
Whose distress is being vented?
The orcs, who were thought to be invincible, were finally thrown into the hell of losers by the concerted efforts of the seven human kingdoms, and their corpses were scattered all over the place.
Those ugly and hideous faces were frozen because of the loss of life.
Those huge and terrifying bodies covered the entire ground of Southshore, covered the entire beach, and floated across half of the sea!
The terrifying myth of the orcs' invincibility was shattered today and right here!
"Long live!" The cheers of thousands of soldiers and civilians were like a tsunami and mountains, rolling up to the sky!
"Long live!" The huge shout seemed to bring the entire human world back to the past, and once again recreate the invincible human empire that was united under the banner of Emperor Soladin!
The four human kings came over, and this time, they didn't shake hands, but hugged. If it weren't for Duke, they would have been killed by the Burning Blade Clan, and their noble lives would have forged a new legend for the Burning Blade Clan.
Unfortunately, it was precisely because of the absence of that if that the alliance was able to continue.
Old man Terenas patted Duke's back vigorously and whispered, "I owe you a favor. If Stormwind Kingdom cannot be restored, come to me. I can lend you a hundred thousand troops. Wherever you conquer, that will be your fiefdom."
"Thank you, Your Majesty Menethil. If the day ever comes, I will ask you for this favor."