Chapter 402: This Kind of Helplessness

When the heat wave from the massive fire hit, nearly all the gryphons let out sharp cries. Even as the rulers of the sky, gryphons instinctively feared fire.

No, it should be said that this is the instinct of most creatures.

"Fly west!" Kurdran Wildhammer, the leader of the Wildhammer dwarves, quickly signaled.

Only about half of the gryphon riders reacted in time, following Kurdran's lead to veer west. A significant number of gryphons had to hover or fly back to find a way out.

When Duke flew to the slightly fresher air in the west, he pulled the reins of the gryphon, letting it gently circle, giving him and Alleria enough time and space to gaze at the terrible disaster unfolding before them.

Unlike when Duke burned Elwynn Forest, that forest was already completely enemy territory. And humans didn't have as many concerns as the elves.

Now it was different. As Duke squinted his eyes on the back of the gryphon to reduce the intense light entering his eyes, Alleria unconsciously tightened her grip on Duke.

Her strength was far greater than Duke's.

The strength was so great, it felt like she would squeeze out Duke's internal organs.

"Stop this fire!" She shouted as if she had gone mad, and shook Duke's body forcefully: "Duke, aren't you omnipotent? Go stop this damn fire!!!"

"I can't do anything." Duke wanted to say this.

He was not a druid, nor a saint, nor a savior. He was just a mage who was better at destruction than creation. But hearing the mournful tremor in Alleria's voice, Duke felt his own heart shattering.

The dragons were circling low in the distance like playful bats, leaving a trail of flames wherever they went.

Perhaps these red dragons were initially reluctant to obey the orcs, but as time passed, it was clear that some of them had accepted this role, releasing their inner brutality under the guidance of the orcs.

In the entire field of vision, half of Quel'Thalas was burning.

Flames and thick smoke formed a cage of destruction, tightly enveloping the homeland of the high elves. The flames of death spread from one foot of the mountain to the other, turning everything they touched into a violent red light, leaving behind a darkness that remained after everything was burned to ashes.

Duke was certain that even in Silvermoon City, they could see the fire here.

This was revenge!

Orgrim's revenge on him!

Just as he had burned Elwynn Forest, leaving a hellish terror for the Horde, now Orgrim was returning the favor in the same way, making Duke's perfect strategic tactics full of pain and regret.

At this moment, Alleria was pleading with him.

"Duke, I'm sorry, I don't want to force you, but I'm just a ranger, I can't deal with this fire." Alleria's head rested on Duke's shoulder, and Duke saw tears streaming down her cheeks from the corner of his eye: "But I must stop it! Because the forests of Quel'Thalas are my home..."

Duke couldn't refuse.

"I'll try..." After saying this, Duke blew a small horn, sounding the signal he had agreed upon with Kurdran.

Kurdran raised his warhammer and roared, "Lads! Drop off our guests. We'll deal with those big lizards! Show them who really rules the sky!"

"Oh—" The gryphon riders first slowed down and flew low, then, like dropping dumplings into a pot, they let the agile rangers jump onto the crowns of various trees. Finally, they formed a formation and began to charge fearlessly.

Even though they knew, this would inevitably come with sacrifices...

Duke jumped straight down because he saw a river about a few hundred meters from the front line of the fire. The river was about five meters wide, and the water was quite turbulent.

The system sprite appeared: "Host, I must warn you, what you're doing is meaningless. Your chance of completely extinguishing this fire is 0.00001%."

"Some things are not necessarily done because they are guaranteed to succeed." Duke replied solemnly: "Sometimes, people do things that have no substantial meaning, just to feel better."

"Sorry, host, I can't understand what you're saying."

Duke didn't continue to answer, he started casting a spell.

The three magic circuits in his body accelerated briefly and then ran at their limit.

Sky mages can draw elemental power from the entire sky to enhance their own magic. Morningstar can create magic on a small scale based on this.

Due to the high temperature, the river water had already begun to heat and boil. The temperature of the fire was too high, simply pouring water on it would only cause it to evaporate instantly.

What Duke did was not simply extinguishing the fire with water, but first drawing away the fire element from the entire area.

Absorb, absorb, and absorb again.

Compress, compress, and compress again!

Then, an unprecedentedly large fireball, like a mushroom cloud, burst out from the palm of Duke's hand and shot into the sky. The fireball was launched into the sky, and after rising more than two hundred meters, it began to dissipate quickly because there was nothing left to burn.

After the fire element was drawn away, the temperature of the air in front of Duke for hundreds of meters around dropped sharply, and in some areas, there was even a counter-seasonal phenomenon of frost covering the ground.

"Duke! Well done!" On the gryphon, Alleria clumsily controlled Duke's gryphon.

But soon, whether it was her or her sisters, or even the rangers she brought with her, they all fell silent.

Duke was very powerful, he managed to contain a large part of the forest from being consumed by fire by running at high speed and drawing away the power of the fire element from a large area, replacing it with water elements.

But his power was still too small.

What if he saved two or three kilometers of forest from the fire? In just over ten minutes, the fire had spread for hundreds of kilometers. If it weren't for the Wildhammer dwarf gryphon riders fighting the red dragon legion in the distance, the area of the fire would be even larger, even more terrifying.

In the distance, the massive battle that broke out in mid-air quickly determined the victor.

In aerial combat, the gryphons, which were only of average quality, were at an absolute disadvantage against the red dragons, the rulers of the sky.

The Wildhammer dwarves made up for their individual quality with absolute numbers.

Originally, according to Duke, if they dealt with the orc riders on the red dragons, the red dragons would run away. It was clear that the Horde used some kind of threat or means to force the red dragons. Now, even if the riders on their backs were killed, the red dragons would still choose to continue fighting until they received the order to retreat.

Kurdran had no choice but to order to kill these red dragons as well.

After being hit repeatedly by the storm hammer, the red dragons could no longer hold on, they let out mournful howls, and fell from the sky covered

in wounds.

The battle was over.