Chapter 304: The Battle of Baradin Bay (Part 2)

From the beginning, Duke knew that Orgrim's focus was not on the naval battle itself. Victory or defeat, as long as more than 60% of the transport ships successfully reached the landing site, it would be a victory for the orcs.

More than 80%, and it would be a crushing victory.

From a medium to long distance, all the way to the horizon, Duke could clearly see that the Horde's transport ships practically filled the entire sea. The sheer number of ships was so overwhelming that it sent shivers down one's spine.

Completely ignoring the naval battle taking place, the transport ships moved north at high speed. Each orc laborer inside the ships rowed the oars with all their might, as if they wanted to vent all their energy on the sea.

Upon receiving a warning from the system sprite, Duke focused his gaze on an orc warship.

He quickly issued a few orders:

"Vala, have your people deal with the orc warships using their drills. I want these piles of garbage sunk to the bottom of the sea and turned into coral reefs."

"Mogor, after you've taken care of the Blademasters, go attack the orc transport ships."

Duke turned to Fairweather, "Don't worry about Daelin, and there's no need to worry about your position in the Alliance. As I promised, as long as you fight well in this battle, you and your fleet will become part of Stormwind Kingdom's direct fleet."

A so-called duke who had defected from his own kingdom, retaining only a nominal noble status and becoming a pirate, could not compare to Duke, the rising star of the Alliance. Fairweather bowed deeply, but nobody noticed the slight pain that twitched across his face as he bent down.

The second and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras, the original Stormwind Kingdom fleet, and the Bloodsail fleet sailed at high speed towards the northeast. They aimed to send as many orcs as possible to the bottom of the sea while the orcs were defenseless.

Duke boldly leaped off the ship, and the turbulent sea instantly froze beneath his feet. This time, without the need to save 50,000 Stormwind soldiers, Duke didn't waste too much mana, only maintaining the ice within a diameter of less than 50 meters.

As the waves surged, Duke rode the ice, bobbing up and down with the waves. Of course, he was indeed getting closer to a massive orc warship in his line of sight.

At that moment, several enormous figures appeared.

Duke narrowed his eyes.

Two demon guards wielding giant weapons, and two even larger doomguards. These four demons lined up in a row, surrounding a floating orc warlock in the middle.

"Hehe! Hello, human mage. I am Rokama Razorgrin. Warlock of the Stormreaver clan." The elderly, hunchbacked orc greeted Duke politely with his left hand on his chest, bowing to Duke.

Duke frowned, realizing that his interference had indeed thrown the world's course into chaos. Rokama Razorgrin was indeed a famous and powerful figure. Before Gul'dan fell into a coma due to being betrayed by Medivh, he was the informal leader of the Shadow Council warlocks, second only to Gul'dan himself.

The problem was, in the normal course of history, this elderly warlock... had been killed by Gul'dan and used as an experimental subject for creating death knights.

Why was he still alive!?

And still so powerful!

As if annoyed by the turbulent waves, a terrifying dark force spread from him, completely isolating the waves within a 200-meter radius with him and Duke at the center. Even though they were in the middle of the ocean, the water's surface became as calm as a serene lake.

Countless fish and shrimp that couldn't avoid the dark power in time lost their lives instantly, floating to the surface.

More than ten portals opened around Rokama Razorgrin.

More demons emerged.

Over a hundred imps, dozens of burly voidwalkers, twenty seductively dressed succubi, and ten demonic hounds. Of course, the most numerous and powerful were the felguards, their numbers already exceeding 200 and still growing.

It was like a miniature demonic legion.

Could a warlock specializing in demonology really be this powerful?

Or should it be said, it was no wonder that he was once the second strongest of the Shadow Council?

Ice continued to spread beneath Duke's feet, as he slowly stepped forward and answered loudly.

"Duke Marcus!"

Reputation was such a thing.

No matter how noble you were, if the other party didn't know you, they wouldn't care about you.

Once your name was famous, whether it was for your prestige or your infamy, your name became your calling card.

Upon hearing his name, all the necessary annotations would appear in the other's mind.

Not many orcs would know the names of the kings of the seven human Alliance kingdoms, even though countless orcs had already wreaked havoc on the ruins of Stormwind City.

Perhaps many orcs remembered Lothar, who had killed the former Warchief Blackhand, but the one human who was truly known by the entire Horde, and the only one, was the destroyer of more than 200,000 orcs, the Flamebringer in the eyes of the orcs, and the most treacherous and cunning Archmage – Duke Marcus.

A gurgling sound came from Rokama's throat, followed by a demonic, inhuman scream.

"Waaaaah!"

A large amount of dark energy spewed from the spines and muscle gaps on his back, and then Rokama took out a bloody, horrifying necklace from his spatial storage item and put it on his neck.

Duke's pupils suddenly shrank, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably with rage.

It was simple – each 'bead' on the necklace was a shrunken human head – the head of a mage from the Stormwind Royal Mage Corps.

Duke hadn't had much interaction with them, and most were merely acquaintances. However, each of them had once held the same position as Duke.

Using their skulls to make forbidden magical artifacts was undoubtedly a desecration of the entire Kingdom of Stormwind and the Alliance.

"Smack! Smack!" Though Duke hadn't been attacked, it felt like he had been slapped on both cheeks, his face burning and stinging.

"Hehehe! Are you angry? Are you resentful? No problem, you'll soon become one of them. Ever since we warlocks started fighting you human mages, it's been our lucky day. All we have to do is concentrate your magical circuits in your heads, and then refine them a bit, and our casting power can be increased exponentially. Hahahaha!"

Rokama laughed wildly and waved his hand.

Ten of the largest portals appeared, and ten terrifying yellow-skinned demons with huge demonic wings, over six meters tall, stepped through them, staring fiercely and maliciously at Duke.

Duke suddenly raised his head.

"I've never been one to enjoy tormenting the souls of defeated subordinates, but for you, I'll make an exception!"