Chapter 433 The Princess Falls in Love

An isolated city cannot be defended.

In the absence of backup, unless you are doomed to encounter a massacre, the combat power of 100 can be at most 50.

It is different with reinforcements, and it is not a problem to exert 200% combat power.

Here comes Duke.

It's really here! With an army of nearly a thousand griffins.

Before the griffin could fly, Duke moved. A series of flickering lights appeared in mid-air, these lights were so short and coherent, leaving a long and huge arc in people's vision, from the sky to the east gate of Lordaeron City.

At this moment, when the city of Lordaeron, where the core of the entire alliance was located, was about to fall, Duke arrived.

"drink--"

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Duke made his debut.

The water elements in the air were gathering at a high speed, and the water in the moat was rising. Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of orcs and human warriors, Duke gathered a large amount of water and poured it into the entire city gate in just a few seconds.

In just a moment, the city gate that was already open was completely blocked by huge ice blocks.

"Orgrim! Want to capture the city of Lordaeron, have you asked me yet!?" The huge shout, through magic amplification, directly penetrated the entire orc formation and reached the distance.

Standing proudly at the top of the city, Duke's mage's robe fluttered in the bloody wind, the iconic mage's hand covered the entire east gate, and countless three-color arcane missiles of frost and fire shot at everyone. The orc's head poured.

The soldiers of Lordaeron are often fighting bloody battle one moment, but the next moment they are shocked to find that the fierce and powerful enemy in front of them has been blasted half of their body by the heinously accurate magic.

All of a sudden, with the east gate as the center, the orcs within 200 meters to the left and right were completely empty.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, the entire city wall erupted into thunderous cheers!

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Your Majesty Marcus!"

"God bless Lordaeron!"

At this time, Alsace, who was retreating to the palace under the desperate cover of a group of royal guards, suddenly realized that the battle situation behind him had changed.

The city gate at the end of the long street was blocked by a huge translucent white ice block. Alsace turned his head, just in time to see the tribe who had just rushed into the city instantly killed by gorgeous magic.

Countless white mage hands poured rain of magic down in midair. The only one who can do this is the legendary vice-commander of the alliance, Duke Marcus who inherited the name of his master Death God of Hundred Hands.

Looking at those incomparably gorgeous magic kills, and seeing those dwarven griffin knights hovering on the city wall and killing tribes with thunder hammers, Alsace suddenly felt absurd——I would have known that I would not have run away .

The griffin flew towards the high tower near the city wall. When it was almost hovering, the agile elf ranger jumped off the griffin's back and stood on the high tower, pouring arrows out of the city rain.

The extraordinary archery skills of the elf rangers are fully revealed at this moment. They can shoot arrows with long parabolas by feeling, and with the help of high towers, they can extend the shooting range to two hundred meters away.

The Griffin Knights who flew back to the battlefield did not use their usual tricks to let the Griffin swoop down to kill the orcs, but dropped a large number of strange-shaped metal creations.

These large bombs produced by goblins have higher lethality than iron grenades. Once the shell is broken by impact, it will explode violently immediately.

The battlefield suddenly roared, and there were corpses and severed limbs blown away by the bomb explosion everywhere.

In the distance, Orgrim, who watched this scene, turned pale again.

Duke is definitely the only one who can make the chief's brown-red face turn livid again and again.

"Duke—Marcus—"

For Orgrim, for the entire tribe, this name has almost become a nightmare, no, it is not a nightmare, this is a terrifying existence that has been upgraded to a curse level.

Again and again.

Back and forth.

Whenever the Horde sees hope of total victory, there is always Duke, or Duke's creation, to prevent the Horde from achieving complete victory. It is impossible for Duke to leave his incarnation in every corner of the world at the same time like the legendary god.

But in every battlefield, there are legends about Duke.

His schemes, his commanders, the strange but effective mechanical creations he invented, almost always held back the Horde's offensive.

Orgrim couldn't help but wonder if the gods specially sent Duke to deal with their tribe!

Without Duke! The Horde has conquered half of Azeroth.

Over there, on the balcony of the high tower of the palace, the maids who were exclaiming just now fell silent, and the guards of the royal family standing by were stunned. Everyone looked at Kalia who was yelling on the balcony in a daze. Princess!

"Holy light! It's Duke! Oh—my hero! He's come to save me! He's come to save the entire city of Lordaeron! Duke! Duke! Duke—" Laughing and shouting, weekdays The gentle and virtuous Princess Kalia, who is so dignified that she can be called a model lady in Lordaeron, is unrepentantly venting the grievances and fears in her heart at this moment.

Every girl has a dream of Prince Charming.

The brutal orcs are coming.

When the father is not around...

When there is no minister or general around you who can be trusted...

When my young brother couldn't stop the enemy from invading...

At this time when I was already pessimistic and desperate, ready to die for my country...

Here comes Duke.

Riding a pure white griffin.

A beautiful, mighty, and legendary griffin.

Just as she prayed and expected, Duke came at the most critical time.

As the savior, he saved the city of Lordaeron with his supreme magic.

Kalia couldn't describe the ecstasy and excitement in her heart. She only knew that the fanatical worship had ignited every cell in her body, and she only knew that her soul would only be branded with Duke's name from now on.

She kept chanting Duke's name loudly, like a fanatical believer who worshiped the gods, willing to burn her life for him...

After slightly repelling the tribe, Duke flashed a few times, and suddenly appeared in front of Prince Alsace, who was astonished.

The guards instinctively put on a fighting stance, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Duke's Union emblem.

"Is it His Royal Highness Arthas Menethil? I am Duke Marcus, Deputy Commander of the Alliance."

Alsace wanted to take a good look at this alliance legend who looked a little shorter than himself and not a few years older than himself, but he knew that the military situation was urgent, so he hurriedly said: "I am Alsace. Your Excellency the Deputy Commander What orders?"

"The situation is urgent. I need an authorization from His Highness to release the control of the eastern magic teleportation circle in Lordaeron City and all the magic towers in the entire eastern city."