Chapter 510: Farewell

Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer felt as though his lungs were about to explode with fury.

As a brave warrior, Orgrim never believed in things like destiny.

Failure after failure, time and again!

Even the stalwart will of Orgrim began to waver.

Is Duke really my nemesis?

Once this question emerged in his heart, he could no longer suppress his unease.

Each night, haunted by dreams of failure, he would remember the pain and anger that Duke had caused him.

Uncontrollable!

Orgrim tilted his head and took a battle stance. The next instant, he hurled his famous Doomhammer, using it as a massive throwing weapon.

The sudden eruption of lava-like heat warmed the entire tunnel.

Everyone's vision brightened.

The scorching sensation moved closer, surging through the gap between Abidis and Seiden Dathrohan. The unbearable burning sensation caused both to scream, dodging to the left and right.

Even so, their arms were still smeared with a viscous substance as hot as molten rock.

The terrifying heat instantly penetrated their armors and reached their flesh, causing a burning pain as if their skin was seared.

"Ahh!" Abidis couldn't help it. He drew the short sword strapped to his thigh and severed the straps on his arm armor. Biting his teeth, he yanked it off, ignoring the hair and small piece of skin that had already stuck to it.

"Ugh!" The paladin Seiden managed to remove his arm armor without injury, thanks to the blessing of the Light.

At that moment, Gavinrad the Dire was the most horrified.

An army's worth of training was for this moment.

Whether to conserve Duke's energy for the guardian or to maintain Duke's 'prestige,' Gavinrad had to take this blow for Duke.

If he were the same old Gavinrad, relying solely on the Light, he wouldn't stand a chance.

However, this enhanced version of Gavinrad, now free from the shackles of fate by Duke, was ready to fight.

"Aaaaah!" With a tremendous swing of his massive iron two-handed hammer, Gavinrad met Orgrim's Doomhammer in a stroke reminiscent of a golf swing, creating a massive arc on the ground, colliding perfectly with the legendary weapon.

The power of the thunder awakened from the Storm Altar clashed with Orgrim's fire. The two violent elemental forces collided, lighting up the entire underground passage as if it were day.

Bodies on the ground were jolted as if reanimated, quickly charred or carbonized by the uncontrolled spread of fire and lightning.

Violent elemental forces spread in all directions, causing the huge stone tiles on the tunnel floor to break and stack like broken waves—an awe-inspiring sight, akin to a terrifying mini-earthquake.

Gavinrad was in a sorry state, but he managed to withstand the blow.

Orgrim's thrown hammer couldn't possibly have a constant supply of power. Gavinrad simply outlasted it with sheer volume.

In that instant, Gavinrad cheered himself on countless times. The collision of the two hammers resulted in Gavinrad sending the Doomhammer flying like a high ball.

Duke's face showed brief astonishment, followed by that grin that Orgrim wanted to obliterate a thousand times. At that moment, Duke even had the gall to wave, making a 'farewell' gesture to Orgrim.

"Aaaaah!" Orgrim almost lost his mind, charging forward and grabbing a large iron hammer, obviously used by a centurion, and charging forward with a 'thud, thud, thud.'

Behind him, Kilrogg and other chieftains followed in the assault.

At this critical moment, a new group of Alliance forces arrived, led by Uther and Tirion Fordring. Upon learning that Duke was still present, King Terenas made the decision to send in the last reserves.

This decision led to a decisive battle between the majority of the top forces of the Alliance and Horde in this relatively narrow passage.

Inside the iron gate, all was dark.

"The Red Dragon Queen is imprisoned here?" Marian, holding her staff, questioned. Her vision wasn't as good as Vereesa's, but her Darkvision talent gave her a clearer and farther sight.

What appeared before them was emptiness.

"Be careful."

Almost the moment Duke's words fell, the air in front of them suddenly flashed, and hundreds of small fireballs burst from the void. These fireballs quickly spun and merged, finally forming a blurry human shape that quickly became more defined.

It was a massive fire golem, the guardian of the Demon Soul, an unknown magical life form.

"Get out of my way!"

Marian roared, and her staff shone dazzlingly.

No longer wrapped in silk, Marian's staff revealed its beautiful form. It was dark red, with the head shaped like a pure and lovely, naked fire angel.

With her cry, the dark red staff brightened, and a narrow beam of light shot out. In the next second, the charging Demon Soul guardian was split into two pieces by the azure arcane light.

Without a brilliant sun-like glow or unparalleled sharpness, a simple move took down the Demon Soul guardian made by the four Dragon Aspects.

Duke stared, dumbfounded, finally understanding the strength of this delicate-looking Silvermoon Councilwoman.

"Move quickly! I can't hold it off for long."

Marian said with a bitter smile.

Duke gritted his teeth: "Marian, be careful."

"Be quick. I can't last long." Marian smiled wryly.

Duke drew the Grand Marshal's Battle Staff and blinked into the deeper passages of the fortress.