Mendek looked up at the clear sky, and his heart was a little disappointed.
Fate line seems to have returned to his life, and this happened again when he didn’t expect it. He has lost track of whether fate has already been messed up by his butterfly crossing over or whether fate has not listened to it and revised its future direction.
In his memory, King Stan Ryder had nothing to do, but after Dai Lin’s death, he ran a half-dead Kurras, and he should have lived for decades.
But now Tanned is dead.
Originally, Jaina, who was once the crown queen of Seramo, was displaced for half a generation and was about to become the queen of Kurras.
Can you say that fate is really special? It’s a wonderful thing.
Duke suddenly realized that if he looked at the future blindly according to the original history, he would probably jump on it.
It seems that there is no need to wait for the tribe to die!
The death of a king is definitely a big deal.
Jaina can be immersed in sadness, but Duke can’t regroup the fleet to treat the wounded and so on, and a series of broken things pass by quickly
Just the next day, the communicator that was handed over to Sal suddenly flashed red light, and Duke gently held a clearer coordinate and presented it to Duke’s mind.
"What happened to Sal?"
Grey Valley Woking stays with Sal.
Sal held the com in his wide palm.
Sal sink a way: "Woking, I still don’t think it’s a good idea to bring in human beings. We’ve never been an alliance with the alliance. It’s hard to say that human beings will face this crisis with us. I don’t know. Jaina’s people will choose to give up Salamo and go further south."
Woking sighed and touched his tall troll fangs. "We have no choice, and I don’t expect much from that Jaina. Although she is a wise person, I always feel that she is slightly hostile to our tribe. Of course, most alliances want to find someone with greater wisdom."
Just then Sal suddenly found himself fluctuating violently not far away.
"Let!" Varok waved the nearby orc guards away.
"Be careful, it’s not Jaina!" Woking saw at a glance that the fluctuation level was not a level.
Sal clenched his hand nervously [Hammer of Destruction], and at the same time, Lexar around him also clenched his double axes.
Every second, a figure familiar to Sal and Rexabi appeared in front of them.
Seeing Sal’s expression, Woking realized that things seemed a little subtle.
"How are you?" Sal murmured.
"Why not me?" Duke was calm.
"It’s … I should put it this way. I’m flattered." Sal immediately smiled bitterly.
"He is …" Woking wondered.
"Duke Marcus, the supreme leader of the alliance!" Lexar said almost slowly.
Woking was greatly taken aback.
Duke came in person! ?
What the hell is this?
"The alliance … has been hit hard again. Not long ago, Dai Lin Proudmoore died in Jaina Hall to deal with the aftermath."
It seems that a light sentence didn’t make Sal feel secretly happy because of the alliance’s injury, but it made Sal’s heart heavier.
That powerful alliance …
The alliance that defeated the former powerful tribe collapsed to this point.
Even a near-uber like Duke can’t stop the situation from collapsing.
How terrible is the scourge! ?
Sal’s heart is trembling! to be continued
Chapter 75 Return to Jianghu
Sal’s performance worried Wokingby.
It is true that Sal has a gift for leadership.
Talent is an unfulfilled ability before it can be transformed.
If the alliance commander is not this powerful young mage who claims to be 29 years old and looks like 10 years old, maybe Sal will grow up enough.
But looking at Duke Woking, I instantly felt the gap between the two leaders of the alliance and the tribe
On personal strength, charm, courage and tolerance, Duke burst the street of Saljiutiao at the age of fifteen.
Not every leader has the courage to come to the enemy line alone. After all, he used to be a sworn enemy. Even if anything happens, it is possible.
Duke just came and showed his courage with great scruples, and his body seemed to be full of magic breath.
If an ordinary high elf mage is strong, Woking is at least 70% sure that his rotating blade strengthened by troll witchcraft will be killed.
Duke …
From the moment he appeared, Ivokin had an instinct that not only he and Sal, but all the orc guards around him were locked by some unknown mysterious force. It must be a lightning strike to make a move and wait for them.
It’s not an illusion. Lexar seems to be staring at the next eminence but sweating.
Varok and Blockx are both unusually nervous.
Only Sal intuitively sensed that it was another thing. Duke meant no harm, at least not yet, and Duke had the direction to solve the problem.
I still remember Ogram once said, "Duke Marcus’ enemy is the most terrible. You never know if you are still dancing in his palm after planning two, three and ten steps."
Ogram also said, "However, he is a kind guy who abides by some creed."
At that time, Sal asked why he said that.
Ogram replied, "I’m still alive, for example. He had a thousand ways, but after I was captured, he killed me and Lexar, but he gave up everything. If I had a choice, I would want to be friends with him instead of enemies."
Thought of here, sal’s heart quickly calmed down again.
His performance made Woking secretly happy.
Duke glanced at Sal. "Don’t worry, the commander of the Orc Burning Legion, Archimonde, is coming to Kalim. I can promise the tribe on behalf of the alliance that the alliance will not take the initiative to fight the tribe before killing Archimonde."
I don’t know what I don’t want to show it, but Duke promised that at that moment, not only Sal, but also the strong people such as Woking, Reksa, Blockx and Varok all breathed a sigh of relief.
Salkou: "Well, look at the common enemy. The tribe will not take the initiative to fight Duke Marcus with the alliance in this issue. You have the promise of the current tribal chief!"
A huge green fist was lightly touched with a seemingly small human male fist.
Sal turned. "Okay, now let’s talk about this …"
"He is not our common enemy," Duke retorted. Sal looked at the huge remains at the scene.
It can be seen that this is a very powerful creature before his death
He looks like a night elf, but he looks like a stag. He is more than three meters tall and supported by four raw hooves and legs. His eyes are golden like green moss, and his long hair hangs down to his shoulders. His hair and beard have leaves and twigs, and he has two huge and prominent antlers, which makes him more than three meters tall and taller.
He’s dead now.
His axe marks and ominous energy, which lingered near the wound and filled with crazy blood, told everyone who the murderer was.
Grom Hellscream!
"Who is he?" Sal ask a question that he wanted to ask for a long time.
Orcs are typical outsiders, and Wojin is also the first time to come to Kalimdor. He can’t catch sight of the Kalimdor tribe.
Duke sighed. "What would you do if I told you that Grom had killed the night elves and many tauren druids who believed in the forest demigod Cenarius?"
"PSST" Sal gasped.
He imagined how the tauren, the tribe’s new friends, would treat them.
Cenarius, a demigod, has lived from ancient times to the present. Since ancient times, the guards have been committed to restoring the wounds of the earth. He has been making forests and amber with his own semi-divine power. It is also the night elves and tauren who worship the natural demigod together.
Ten thousand years ago, when the Burning Legion of Aisara Elves hit the gate to Azeroth, Cenarius called the ancient keeper Agammagan, the bear brothers Usol and Usok, malorne the White Deer, and Aviana the Storm Crow, who were immortal, to fight against the doomsday guards, devil guards and Ereda wizards of the Burning Legion. Most of the ancient keepers were dead, and Cenarius’s father, the white giant deer, died to protect Lucky.