"Damn it!" As soon as Duke raises his hand, it is a lot of instant magic of [Master’s Hand] that covers the past like a downpour.
So did Kael’thas. He also threw a huge fireball the size of a carriage and smashed it on the head of the Fear Lord.
They saw a smile full of sarcasm.
[Dark Call]!
A death knight riding a horse with a skeleton and a lich instantly came to the fear Lord. These high-ranking undead swarmed around and blocked the pursuit of everyone.
Duke and Kael’thas flashed directly in an attempt to cross this annoying high-order undead.
But their horses found that there were actually two fear lords in front of them.
"Hey hey hey!" A red background and a blue background, two fear lords’ forehead goat horns quivered and gave a sly sneer.
Duke gritted his teeth. "Withdraw!"
We have to withdraw. No one knows what else the Scourge has to do.
Even if Duke’s White Scourge Corps and the Fear Lord, who are now affiliated with the Burning Legion, are not directly under Duke, they dare not gamble.
If we want to continue chasing, we must throw Kael’thas, let this noble king block two fear lords, and then Duke will chase after him.
Chasing may not be able to catch up
You may not be able to fight after catching up.
There is also the possibility of losing Kael’thas before!
Quel ‘Salas also thought that this would probably be a serious diplomatic issue.
It’s too expensive to do so.
Du Keling was relieved to withdraw from Kael’thas.
In the face of this level of unknown opponent, Kael’thas is not sure that Duke will pursue it to the end, but Duke is so rational that it is really unprecedented
When Duke and Kay turned around and came to the main battlefield, 36 cannon fodder was recruited by the Lord of Fear, and half of them were dead. These intermediate death knights and lich can’t be heroes’ opponents. I didn’t think much of Duke and Kay joining hands to clean up the rest.
Then the atmosphere is a little bad, where will you go.
Ogram … should not live.
Mograine didn’t try to save this temporary teammate every time, but it didn’t work. If the wound caused by the demon-level magic weapon Frostmourne can be recovered so easily, it wouldn’t be Frostmourne.
The only good thing is that the combined efforts of the two paladins have finally kept Ogram’s soul from being sucked into Frostmourne. After all, Arthas didn’t come to inject enough dark power when the blow was launched.
In the distance, the noise and fighting are getting smaller. Obviously, the alliance and the tribe have joined forces to lose command, and the dead have also fallen into rout.
On many fronts, when the undead were wiped out, both sides were caught in an embarrassing confrontation. Fortunately, whether it was tribal centurions, captains of thousands or union junior officers, they restrained their soldiers.
Usually, we can see the distance clearly even with each other’s fangs or eyes. The two sides have already had a good time. Today is a bit special …
Suddenly I heard a bugle call from the main battlefield
The junior officers suddenly understood that "the army was ordered to retreat 30 meters!"
Union soldiers lined up in a neat array and slowly stepped back from a clear dividing line in front of the messy tribal battle line.
Ogram over there has fallen into a state of dying.
The two chiefs, Grom and Rexar, are clutching weapons behind them. Even if the situation is unfavorable, they will not hesitate to fight if there is any change in Ogram’s mouth or the alliance.
Sal held Ogram’s body to prevent Ogram’s chest wound from continuously spewing blood containing hoarfrost.
Ogram squinted at Duke, who was two meters away, and glanced at the distant sub-league and tribal battle lines. He took a weak bite, which was clear pronunciation and clear articulation. "It’s too bad that I fought with you for so many years and thought about it many times. Either I killed you or you killed me but didn’t expect my life to finally join hands, and then I was killed by that monster … ahem!"
Duke calmly said, "You have a share in the birth of the Death Knight."
Duke refers to the Dark Gate for a year, and Ogram agreed that Gourdain would put the body of a human knight into the soul of a tribal warlock to make it a death knight.
Ogram frankly admitted, "Ha ha ha! That’s right! Speaking of which, it’s my sin, too. Haha! Create death knight, death knight, hand, hahaha! Irony! It’s ironic! "
Duke didn’t speak by Ogram laughing.
For a long time, Ogram seemed to touch the wound and vomited blood violently. Then he said, "Are we going to fight now?"
Duke shook his head. "Maybe we will fight again later, but not now. We have a more horrible common enemy, the Scourge."
Although I don’t want to admit it, three tribal leaders, including Sal, can nod. This horrible army of the dead is definitely the enemy of all the living.
Duke said again, "Do you want to go to Kalimdor?"
Sal hesitated, but Ogram nodded. "That’s right!"
"Go to the South Stream Coast, and I will deploy some boats for you. The quality will not be very good, but it should be enough to support you to the other side of the sea. The alliance will not attack you all the way, but if you don’t join the alliance, Gilneas or the Scourge, you will have to find your own way." Then Duke left without looking back
Ogram smiled with desolation and unfinished wish "goodbye to my good opponent!" "
Duke waved his hand and didn’t look back. "Farewell to Ogram!"
Seeing Duke leave with the army in this natural and unrestrained way until the horn of the alliance army is orderly and slowly retreating from Sal, I still don’t believe my eyes.
Ogram pointed to Duke’s direction. "See? Sal, that’s the heroic spirit of the alliance! Stand firm and have a long-term vision. You still have a lot to learn, but I believe you, and your future achievements will definitely be no less than Duke Marcus. "
"hmm!" Bite a tooth Salli nodded.
Ogram laboriously lifted the heavy [Hammer of Destruction] and handed it to Sal. "I fought with this hammer for a generation, and now it’s for you. From today on, you will be the fourth chief of the tribe."