Chapter 337: Princesses are Always Traps, Part 1

Duke patted the shoulder of Gavinrad, the noble-born paladin. "Trust me, most princesses in Azeroth are traps."

In his heart, Duke silently replaced 'most' with 'all'.

Gavinrad, the young man, looked utterly bewildered. "Does Lord Marcus know who the princess down there is? What exactly is she? Her voice is so pleasant, so why..."

Duke spoke with an air of righteousness, "The Creator is fair. Those with pleasant voices are often not beautiful. Those who are beautiful often do not have pleasant voices. Those with both a pleasant voice and beauty... well, the chances are slim. Besides, didn't you think of the elemental when you heard the title 'Princess of the Earth'?"

Gavinrad's face turned pale instantly.

At the same time, a terrifying rumble was coming from beneath the circle of stones.

In the old game, this Princess of the Earth would suddenly pop up like a flash. Now, in the real world of Azeroth, the entrance of the Earth Princess is of course incredibly realistic.

On the plot of land that had attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people, the earth was shaking violently. It seemed as if a huge active volcano was suddenly forming beneath, and the shocking sound that came faintly, as if a lava beast covered in flames and magma was about to break free from its cage.

Gavinrad suddenly realized that in other places in the Arathi Highlands, dazzling pillars of light were shooting up into the sky. Those places happened to be where he had been before - they were the locations of several external imprisonment arrays.

Clearly, the unknown terrifying creature that called itself 'princess' beneath the earth was breaking its final shackles.

"Not good! It's a trap set by the despicable humans! Retreat! Everyone retreat!" Rend shouted loudly. He had no faith in Duke's integrity. Just over half a year ago, he had witnessed Duke ignite the entire Stormwind City, dragging a hundred thousand of his Blackrock clan brethren into the flames of hell.

Everything in front of him was wrong, and with the Warchief's order to retreat, the orc army fell into chaos. Everyone, whether they were wolf riders eager to avenge their fallen comrades or orc warriors marching on foot, was a bit bewildered, then turned to flee in a panic.

In their imagination, as long as they got away from that strange circle of stones, they would be safe.

"My lord, we should retreat!" Duke's knight urgently shouted.

"Duke! We're too close." That was Gavinrad's voice.

"Duke!" Sylvanas also called out in concern.

Jandice quietly tightened her grip on Duke's clothes.

Only Duke was incredibly calm, with a nonchalant, oh, no, a casual expression of superiority. A small iceberg was forming under his feet, lifting Duke up high so that every knight around him could see him, so that every orc who dared to look back could see his figure.

"Retreat? What retreat? The trap I set myself, would it trap me? You all watch carefully, this is the third time I've set a trap to wipe out the orcs. From now on, I want every orc to tremble at the sound of my name. I want every orc to no longer dare to confront humans, to crawl at the feet of humans and accept the judgment of justice, to pay the due price for the orc's aggression and slaughter of the intelligent races of the Azeroth world! I want the name of the Alliance to echo in heaven and hell—"

With Duke's clear and loud declaration, Gavinrad, Jandice, Sylvanas, and a hundred knights all raised their heads high.

If anyone else had said this, they would undoubtedly be a braggart, good for nothing but boasting.

But he was Duke Marcus—the universally recognized master strategist of the entire Eastern Kingdoms, the entire Alliance.

A surge of uncontrollable excitement welled up in everyone's hearts, making their blood boil.

No more unease, no more fear.

Especially the hundred knights, they were filled with anticipation, their eyes fixed on the distance, waiting for the scene of the orcs' destruction that was about to unfold.

Something beneath the earth was rapidly approaching the surface.

When the rumbling sound got closer to the stone enclosure, the huge source of the sound suddenly changed direction, choosing to break through the ground from another direction.

"No—how is this possible!?" Rend Blackhand was terrified to find that the thing had actually turned a corner, heading straight for the densest part of the orc crowd.

Duke began to tease, saying something that those around him couldn't understand, "A level 44 elite is a bit weak, huh! I deliberately wanted to enhance her, why wouldn't she accept it with a smile?"

As the underground rumble rapidly approached the surface, all the orcs looked down at their feet.

Suddenly, the already unstable ground flashed brightly, as if the sunlight was illuminating the entire battlefield, but that light was not the reflection of the sun, but the brilliance of the magic circle on the ground.

A trap!

Definitely a trap!

Accompanied by the dazzling earthy yellow light that surged from the ground, the earth finally opened a huge mouth, and a giant female hand made of marble suddenly broke through the soil. The moment it emerged, it crushed more than ten orcs.

The next second, a giant forearm, at least twenty-five meters long, protruded from the ground. Just one sweep killed at least a hundred orcs.

The sky and the ground were filled with the remains of orc warriors, the splashing blood pouring like a waterfall on the orcs who had not yet escaped the danger zone, broken limbs spinning in mid-air, sprayed organs staining the nearby wolves.

The once ferocious and mighty giant wolves had all become cowardly dogs in the face of this more terrifying, larger unknown entity. They tucked their tails between their legs, let out weak howls, and ran away as fast as they could.

Unfortunately, it was a bit too late, in response to the dazzling light that emerged from the magic circle.

On the edge of the super-large magic circle, there was only a deep gorge left, and beneath the gorge was like an abyss. There was only so much soil on the earth, if one side cracked, the excess soil would rise on the other side due to pressure.

Where did the soil go?

It kept rising, then combined into a huge barrier that looked like an unopened flower bud, a barrier that blocked the sky and the earth, over two hundred meters high, trapping at least thirty thousand Horde tightly on the dark circular ground.

With no hope of escape, all the surviving orcs couldn't help but look back, staring at the terrifying entity whose arm, over fifty meters long, had emerged.

The hearts of the orcs were pounding with fear: Uh, what the hell is coming out?