Chapter 469: Only Duke Can Save Us

Orgrim had been provoked.

Returning alone to the Wetlands, Orgrim had nearly fallen into a state of madness. He had mustered all the resources he could command to launch a somewhat irrational assault on the Alliance.

In Dun Morogh, Orgrim had mobilized a hundred thousand orc laborers to forcibly break through the mountains, ignoring the harassment of the dwarf strike teams. If the Ironforge dwarves relied on their mountain stronghold, then the Horde would destroy the entire mountain with brute force.

In Grim Batol Fortress in the Wetlands, Orgrim had spent three days. The news that came out was that the enraged Warchief had the orc warlock Nekros Skullcrusher apply the most cruel soul torture to the Red Dragon Queen.

The result was that Orgrim had indeed squeezed out a few dragon-level red dragons that had been hiding.

Keristrasza.

Gathios.

Balacgos.

Vaelastrasz.

Two males and two females, four dragons. They could not bear the faint pain transmitted through their souls from their queen and eventually showed themselves, falling right into the Horde's lap.

The result was that the Horde now had five ancient or near-ancient dragons. These five dragons harassed the Alliance's defenses day and night.

The entire Alliance had a fierce debate about whether or not to kill these red dragons that had become enemies.

The Alliance had no backup plan?

Definitely not.

In the command post near Southshore, a Throne Council was convened. King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde, whose kingdom had officially fallen, slammed his hand on the table in anger. "Those damned red dragons have fallen into the abyss of evil! I don't want to hear anything about their inherent goodness! The fact is, these large lizards, who are mad for their queen, have burned our homes, destroyed our capitals! Five dragons! They are capable of destroying every town on this main road, except for Dalaran and Silvermoon City!"

Everyone understood Thoras's anger. Especially King Llane Wrynn and General Hath, whose homelands had also fallen and capitals had been destroyed, they felt even more empathy.

King Genn Greymane of Gilneas was the most terrified. Among the remaining Alliance capitals, his old home was the weakest and closest, "What are we waiting for? If we gather all the high-ranking mages from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, killing these dragons should be no problem."

Antonidas and Prince Kael'thas, who was attending the meeting as a representative, had the darkest faces. In the end, it was Antonidas who spoke, "If they are willing to land and fight with us, we might just manage to kill these five dragons. But there are two problems. First, are they willing to land and fight with us?"

The faces of the others weren't looking too good.

"Second, before you make this decision, please take a look at the list of dragons in the Red Dragonflight that we have collected. I must remind you that this list is not complete."

The names of the red dragons projected on the screen were forty or fifty, half male and half female. The age of the dragons was also roughly marked behind the names.

Basically, for the pure-blooded dragon race, age is a symbol of strength.

Looking at such a large group of dragon brothers and sisters, from very old to ancient to the ancient dragons, even the most arrogant kings lost their temper.

"So what do we do? Wait to die one by one?" The aged Genn spread his hands, almost in despair.

"If Duke could rescue the Red Dragon Queen..." Anduin Llane whispered.

Kurdran Wildhammer shouted, "Isn't it just a fortress? Find a cloudy night with no moonlight, I'll gather all the Wildhammer dwarves, ride the gryphons and raid it."

Krasus, sitting next to Antonidas, finally couldn't help but speak, "Please, do you think the Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, who participated in the Ancient War and killed tens of thousands of demons, is chained in a fortress waiting for you to save her?"

"What the hell is going on!?" Dwarves have always been the antithesis of the word 'patience'. Kurdran had a look as if he was going to flip the table if you didn't solve the riddle in ten seconds.

Krasus added, "Duke Marcus is not entirely certain himself, but he does have a direction."

Krasus dared not say the word "Demon Soul," for he had a bad premonition that someone was manipulating the fall of Alexstrasza.

"Damn it, in the end, we can only trust that kid Duke?" King Genn grumbled.

King Terenas Menethil squinted, "Our Alliance Deputy Commander has been doing a great job. Why can't we trust a hero who has proven himself to the world?"

In recent days, the purge of the Horde in Tirisfal Glades has been quite effective, and the heads of fifteen thousand orcs have been cut off.

The tower of orc heads stacked at the North Gate of Lordaeron City could not fool anyone.

"Hmph!" Genn snorted, which was considered as acquiescence.

A group of Alliance bigwigs felt quite helpless. They hadn't expected that, in the end, they would still have to rely on Duke.

How ironic, hundreds of thousands of troops couldn't advance an inch, and all they could do was wait for a young man who might die himself to save them, and to save the entire Alliance, the entire world.

Duke wasn't too clear about the winds and rains outside, only the occasional magical communication when they stopped to camp could he learn about the situation outside.

Duke didn't dare to send too many messages, fearing he would be sensed. Some dragons are quite sensitive to magical fluctuations. He wasn't sure how many dragons in the Red Dragonflight were actually serving the orcs or were just going through the motions.

Duke didn't dare to bet.

Four days of journey passed. In this land full of marshes, the biggest threat was nothing more than annoying mosquitoes.

Don't think that rolling around in the grass on a summer night is a romantic thing. When mosquitoes swarm you within a few minutes and sting all the skin that is exposed, leaving you with a series of bumps, you can't even cry out.

Of course, as a college animal with a bit of common sense, he had prepared garlic and sulfur in advance.

Garlic for mosquitoes, sulfur for snakes and bugs.

Don't think that because Vereesa is a ranger and loves nature, mosquitoes are women's enemies.

At first, it was just Duke and Marian who were pampered and used tents. Later, to save sulfur, Marian's tent was placed close to Duke's. And Vereesa, she squeezed into Duke's tent.

Don't think something could happen, there are a bunch of light bulbs around, they know when you turn around...

If you don't look at the nearby terrible marsh, the constantly changing scenery along the way makes the journey quite poetic. It is thanks to the marshes that can swallow people whole that the orcs' vigilance is not as strict as imagined.