Capítulo 422: Chapter 422: A Good Brother with a Rebellious Streak
The advantage of being from a different world was evident at this moment.
Knowing that Aiden was a sly old fox, Duke was able to immediately prevent the situation from worsening and turn the tide in his favor.
Knowing the true predicament of Alexstrasza, Duke was unafraid of the Red Dragon Queen's revenge. The slaughter of so many of her dragon kin was indeed a tragic event. However, being controlled by the Demon Soul for a lifetime, being tortured daily by the crippled orc warlocks without the ability to fight back, and continuing to send red dragons to their deaths, that was the true tragedy.
As long as Duke could break the control of the Demon Soul over Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen would be too busy thanking him to hold a grudge for the slaughter of her kin during the battle.
Therefore, Antonidas' fear was completely unfounded.
Owing Duke a huge favor for a grudge that could never happen, Antonidas was a prime example of taking a loss as a gain.
Oh, this wasn't entirely correct. At least, the old man made a fortune from the dragon scales and hides of the red dragons.
Of course, this didn't stop Duke from continuing to show off.
On the outskirts of Alterac City, Warchief Orgrim and his old companions watched this scene in utter shock.
Duke, standing atop the royal city like a god, waving his arms, summoning gales and ice blades, was ruthlessly slicing through the sky, causing the dragons in the sky to scream as they fell to the earth.
No dragon could escape the terrifying storm, and no dragon had the power to penetrate the storm and deliver even the slightest blow to Duke.
These sky lords, who usually soared in the sky, were now no better than fat pigs in a slaughterhouse, being unilaterally slaughtered.
Orgrim had a hunch that this was the work of the humans' magic circle. As a warrior, his knowledge of the arcane was always limited, but the sense of crisis, the urgency, was making Orgrim's heart pound like a warning bell.
Watching the disheveled Zuluhed, who was riding the only remaining dragon, Orgrim couldn't help but roar, "Is there any news from Gul'dan!? The Horde needs his evil power now!"
Zuluhed gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "I have already sent a group of messengers, but there has been no reply."
"Then send more dragon rider messengers, two in a group, three in a group, whatever. If that doesn't work, you go yourself!" Orgrim was full of rage.
He was a bit confused. Did every kingdom's capital have such a sharp magic defense system?
Stormwind burned a hundred thousand orcs with a single fire.
Quel'Thalas had a magic defense system right at the border, and it was only thanks to Gul'dan that they broke through one after another.
Now even Alterac, which is recognized as the weakest of the seven human kingdoms, has a magic circle that can annihilate hundreds of dragons. Then wouldn't the magic defense of Lordaeron, the strongest human kingdom, be...
Orgrim didn't dare to imagine further.
After sending Zuluhed away, Orgrim's mood was still extremely bad. He couldn't help but mutter, "Does every kingdom's capital have so many magic defense circles?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case, Warchief." A somewhat unfamiliar voice came.
The Warchief turned his head and saw a somewhat unfamiliar face. It was a Blademaster from the Burning Blade clan. It seemed that this young Blademaster had come to report back. The only thing that intrigued Orgrim was that the Blademaster was holding a human in each hand.
Feeling the Warchief's puzzled gaze, the Blademaster immediately explained in Orcish, "I just killed quite a few human nobles with my Blade Storm, but these two young humans with the Duke's insignia had a magical defense device that saved them from death. I think they must be very important human nobles."
Able to withstand the Blademaster's Blade Storm?
Such magical devices were definitely rare and, if they existed, were extremely expensive. Orgrim remembered Samuro saying that he almost killed the King of Stormwind, and that king didn't have such a magical countermeasure.
Most orcs were crude and only a few chieftains were willing to learn Common and human knowledge. However, the Burning Blade Blademasters, who acted as orc scouts and top assassins, were definitely exceptions. Mastering the enemy's language and knowing who the valuable targets were, were essential lessons for assassins.
Orgrim could ignore others, but before setting out, he had carefully explained to the Blademasters about the insignia of Alterac's nobility.
Like that Blademaster, Orgrim recognized the significance of the insignia on these two young human boys.
The Barov family? Two Dukes? Brand new Lord insignias?
"Back to your earlier topic about magical defenses, Blademaster," Orgrim said in Orcish, showing a ferocious smile to the two young and panicked human boys.
The two of them were so scared that they wet their pants, with obvious expanding wet spots in their crotches.
The Blademaster didn't care and answered in Orcish, "I just casually asked them, and they swore that Alterac doesn't have such a terrifying magical defense."
Orgrim was overjoyed and turned to the two boys in Common, "I am Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer. The Horde's plans failed tonight, and I am not happy. Among you two, I only plan to keep the most valuable one. The useless one will be fed to the ogres for dinner."
He deliberately bared his teeth, letting his sharp, interlocking fangs sway close to the faces of the two similar-looking boys. In fact, to the two boys, he probably looked more like an ogre.
"I'll talk! I'll tell everything I know! Don't eat me!" The older one looked like he was about to cry.
"No! Listen to me, Welton is useless."
"Don't listen to Alexi!"
Orgrim was annoyed and roared, pointing at one of them, "Shut up! I ask, you answer!"
Orgrim walked and asked with the originally somewhat depressed chieftains. But as he asked, Orgrim's eyes lit up.
"Hahaha!" The entire mountain path echoed with Orgrim's unrestrained laughter. He slapped Kilrogg Deadeye's shoulder hard, "We've found a treasure! Today is actually the Horde's lucky day!"
Orgrim never expected that what he couldn't do with so many powerful chieftains, was accomplished because of two boys brought back by a Blademaster.
These two young men were not nobodies. Yes, they were the precious sons of Lord Barov - Welton Barov and Alexi Barov.
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