Chapter 424: The Unquenched Flames of War

Lord Barov also had guards behind him. Unfortunately, those two unfortunate fellows had just seen their comrades suffer a mishap, and while they were wondering if they had been hit by an invisible dragon, they were struck down.

Two sharp long knives pierced their necks from behind.

Blademasters!

Again, the orc blademasters!

No one expected the orc blademasters to return so quickly.

Neither Lord Barov nor King Perenolde expected it, and neither did Duke. At this moment, all the elites at Broken Ridge were gathered around Duke for a war meeting.

King Aiden, witnessing the blood splattering before his eyes, was trying to dodge in terror, but a large green figure that quickly materialized from the blur cut off all his hopes. The next second, a hot, strong green arm had already strangled his neck, lifting him off the ground.

"Don't kill me... I am a loyal servant of the Warchief..." Aiden called out, struggling to breathe.

"The Warchief doesn't need a despicable subordinate like you. Remember, my name is Samuro!" This hero of the Horde, a blademaster, proudly announced his name in the common tongue, then beheaded Aiden Perenolde, the King of Alterac, one of the seven human kingdoms of the Alliance of Lordaeron.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

More than thirty people witnessed this scene, and each of their faces was filled with terror.

Looking at the head spinning in the air, flying high; looking at the crowned head; everyone forgot to breathe, their terrified lungs exhaled hot air, unable to inhale any fresh air.

This was the head of a king!

The head had not flown half a meter before it was caught by Samuro's left hand. Then, Samuro cast his deathly gaze on Lord Barov, his huge tusks gleaming ominously in the sunlight.

"Lord Barov, your two sons asked me to send their regards. It's better for you to die, for as long as you live, they cannot become the legitimate heirs of the Barov family." Samuro's clear common tongue sent Lord Barov into a deep abyss.

Although he had already anticipated that things would take a turn for the worse, he never expected that his two beastly sons would not only betray humanity like Aiden but also callously order the Horde's blademaster to take his life.

His breathing had stopped, his heart had forgotten to beat.

At this moment, Lord Barov had resigned himself to his fate, two lines of old tears streaming down his wrinkled face. He never thought that his lifetime of honor would be ruined by his two worthless sons... perhaps this was the consequence of being too busy with his career and never disciplining his children...

Just when everyone was in despair, a dazzling flash of light suddenly appeared between Lord Barov and Samuro's falling blade.

"Clang—" The deep blue ice barrier in Samuro's eyes was just a large chunk of ice that suddenly appeared. This hard chunk of ice ruthlessly rejected Samuro's further attempts to increase his military exploits.

Duke had arrived!

Using his powerful sense of space and positioning ability, he directly blinked three times, running from the command room to the roof. He blocked this critical strike.

Samuro's sharp eyes narrowed.

Duke Marcus!

Even though his entire body was encased in ice, even though he seemed to have used up his last life-saving measure, as the enemy the entire Horde feared the most, he always seemed to have an endless supply of cards up his sleeve.

Samuro believed he could easily suppress a Morningstar mage who had used up his life-saving measures, but killing him would be too skill-consuming and time-consuming.

His target was King Aiden. As a blademaster who excels in stealth and surprise attacks, his role is best utilized in covert and ambush operations. Without the element of surprise, would a blademaster really go head-to-head with a powerful mage who has countless control measures?

Without hesitation, Samuro retreated.

Not just him, all the Horde blademasters did the same.

Even though Duke quickly cancelled his Ice Barrier, he still couldn't stop the high-speed moving blademaster from jumping to the roof of a tall building next to the castle.

When Duke blinked again, ready to use the powerful scanning function of the system sprite to find and kill the invisible Samuro who had entered the Windwalk state, another blademaster appeared next to Lord Barov.

Duke had no choice but to blink back again.

That blademaster was instantly killed by Duke, but Duke completely lost sight of Samuro.

Thirty minutes later, in the Horde's temporary camp, Orgrim let out the loudest and most sincere laughter since landing on the continent of Lordaeron.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! The head of a human king! Haha—"

The head of King Aiden, with his eyes wide open in death, was the most impressive military exploit of the Fireblade Blademaster Samuro. The golden crown on Aiden's forehead told every orc chieftain the spoils of tonight's battle.

"Samuro! Today you are the first merit! I allow you to carry this head and circle the entire camp."

"Thank you, Warchief!" Samuro's eyes were full of ecstasy. This was the highest honor a Horde warrior could receive!

Orgrim slammed his fist on the map of the capital of Alterac: "Today! It is destined to be the day of victory for the Horde! We are going to destroy a capital of the Alliance!"

The entire Horde camp was boiling!

The head of a king! This was the first time since the start of the war that they had obtained the head of a despicable human king! Every Horde warrior held their weapons high, letting out loud roars, releasing the long-suppressed frustration in their hearts!

Yes! This is the glory of the Horde!

This is the military exploit of the orcs!

Orgrim stepped onto the high platform of the camp, took Aiden's head from Samuro's long knife, and held it high. Below, there was another round of cheers.

"Today! It's the day of victory for the Horde! We will tell all the creatures on this continent with the head of a human king and the destruction of a human kingdom that those who oppose the Horde are destined to fail! They will definitely be destroyed! Today— is the day of glory for the Horde warriors! Let us personally seize this victory—lok-tar"

"lok-tar!" Fifty thousand voices echoed in unison.

The Horde set out, carrying an immense killing intent! Carrying the desire for victory! The pursuit of blood!

The thunderous footsteps could be heard clearly even several kilometers away.

Duke, who was stationed at Broken Ridge, looked a bit lost, his face was pale. After a long silence, Duke sighed and waved his hand.

"Pass my order, everyone retreat immediately."

"Why!?" General Hass's neck turned red.

"Because Aiden is dead, the morale of the Horde has reached its peak."

"But precisely because our king is dead, the soldiers are eager to avenge His Majesty!" Hass's eyes were bloodshot.

"I have a saying for you and your soldiers."

"What?"

"Preserve the land and lose the people, both will be lost; preserve the

people and lose the land, eventually it will be recovered." Duke uttered a phrase that the people of Azeroth didn't quite understand.

On this day, the capital of the Kingdom of Alterac... fell!