265 Chapter 265: So Awesome, Why Don't You Fly to the Sky?
"You should be able to hear me. I'm sorry, I admire your wisdom too, but if you don't die, the orcs can't dominate this world." The clear and quick orcish language came from behind Duke, each word and sentence entering Duke's ears, reminding him of who his killer was.
"Burning... Blades... Clan..." Duke's heart was cleaved in two by the blade, both sword and dagger, as he coughed up blood, spitting out bloody arrows from between his blood-filled teeth.
"You do know our Horde well." It seemed like a sigh, or perhaps making a certain determination. The blade turned, a cold light bursting from Duke's chest, cleaving him in two.
King Aiden of Alterac was stunned on the spot.
He might be very cunning, very thoughtful, but he was never a king of courage and boldness. This was also what made him despised by other kings. Witnessing the Alliance's star who was about to shake his hand suddenly being killed, King Aiden collapsed, paralyzed with fear, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.
The remaining three kings at the scene were also dumbfounded. Terenas was so frightened that his body stiffened, while Genn and Thoras quickly drew their swords.
"Plup–" More than a dozen sounds suddenly rang out, as if they were the same note.
The room was filled with dignitaries from various countries. Although many Marshals had already left the hill, dignitaries were never short of guards. Unfortunately, these sounds came from the guards' chests or throats.
Over 10 guards were instantly killed by the suddenly appearing orcs, assassinated on the spot. Among all the guards, only Windsor and Gavrinrad managed to withstand this deadly strike.
Even with thousands of guards and attendants outside the command center, at this moment, in the vast command center, only four kings, Windsor, and Gavrinrad remained alive.
The kings, with constricted pupils, finally saw their enemies. They were tall, with fierce features, protruding tusks, carrying flags inscribed with domineering words on their backs, and wielding three-foot flaming blades in their hands.
They were all Blademasters from the Burning Blade Clan, who, using unimaginable methods, bypassed the entire battlefield and arrived at the Alliance command center overlooking the sea, planning a beheading strategy.
They were too careless!
They were truly careless!
The imminent victory had numbed everyone, as soldiers eagerly participated in the pursuit, tasting the first major victory of the human alliance against the orcish horde.
Nobody expected the enemy to be so treacherous.
This was worse than the previous attack on Lothar. If more than half of the Alliance kings were to fall here, the countries without kings would inevitably fall into chaos, and the Alliance would crumble. Even if Lothar achieved great victories on the frontlines, it would be of no use.
For the Horde, these Blademasters from the Burning Blade Clan were just a little bit short of becoming heroes.
Just a tiny bit short.
The only thing they didn't expect was – Duke would resurrect!
The surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point, and a tornado-like blizzard appeared in the blink of an eye. The Blademasters had already noticed something was wrong, but the snowflakes were so large that they could hardly see their own hands in front of them.
It has to be said, the leading Blademaster was definitely a top-notch expert.
He didn't hesitate for even half a moment and immediately retreated.
The Burning Blade Clan's Blademasters undoubtedly knew how to deal with this move, but humans were a different matter altogether. In such a confined space, there was no room to dodge, and it wasn't just one sword storm, but more than a dozen. All the Blademasters, as if telepathically linked, unleashed their powerful moves simultaneously.
The situation was dire, but in the face of adversity, an unexpected miracle occurred—Duke's resurrection.
As the freezing air and the blinding blizzard engulfed the area, the Blademasters found themselves in a precarious position. The once-unstoppable assassins now had to face a revived and furious Duke.
The human alliance had been on the brink of disaster, but with Duke's return, the tide of battle began to shift. The Blademasters from the Burning Blade Clan fought with all their might, but they were no match for Duke's newfound power and determination.
One by one, the Blademasters fell, their dreams of becoming heroes shattered in the frozen battlefield. The human alliance, though shaken by the unexpected assassination attempt, managed to regroup and continue their pursuit of the retreating orcish horde.
The battle had been a close call, a harsh reminder of the ever-present danger the Horde posed. The human alliance would have to remain vigilant and united if they were to survive the war and ultimately triumph over their enemies.
As the dust settled and the snow cleared, Duke stood victorious among the fallen Blademasters, his spirit unbroken and his resolve stronger than ever. The other kings, though still shaken, took solace in the fact that their most powerful ally had returned from the brink of death, ready to lead them into the battles that lay ahead.
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Even though the other Blademasters were not as powerful as the leading one, the sword storms they unleashed were not to be underestimated. As the kings watched the swords' light filling their vision, they were terrified, even knowing that a mage was protecting them.
"Get back!" A thunderous shout rang out, causing everyone's eardrums to buzz.
In an instant, the command center's ground erupted with dozens of massive ice spikes. The kings felt as though they had been transported into a snow-covered forest.
They quickly came to their senses, wondering: where were those damned orc Blademasters?
The stone ceiling had been pierced by numerous ice pillars.
The Blademasters... had been sent flying.
"Spin! You're all great at spinning, aren't you? I'll let you spin to your heart's content!" Duke appeared from the dissipating frozen mist on the ground, cursing at the sky.
Indeed, creating numerous sharp sword auras by spinning at high speed was impressive. However, the Blademasters' sword storms came from spinning, which required a foothold. What Duke did was to send their footholds flying into the air.
The Blademasters were frustrated and bleeding from their mouths.
What happened to feasting on the kings' heads tonight?
What happened to their joint ultimate move that was supposed to decimate everything?
The once terrifying ultimate move, which would inevitably create a bloodbath, had turned into a foolish one-man show.
They didn't want to keep spinning, but stopping the terrifying ultimate move that required their full strength wasn't an easy task. They tried to move to escape the ice pillars beneath their feet and attack Duke, but the ice pillars kept growing and extending, preventing them from landing.
As a result, under the watchful eyes of thousands of alliance soldiers, the alliance command center's roof was blown away, and more than a dozen small sword tornadoes spun ceaselessly high in the sky.
This spectacle was both terrifying and absurd.
This situation alarmed many soldiers pursuing the frontlines.
"Not good!" All the Marshals paled.
"Halt! The entire army must return!" Turalyon shouted in panic.
"Wait!" Lothar stopped Turalyon's rash decision: "What can we do if we return now? Duke should be fine! If he's there... if he's there..."
Almost simultaneously, the mages responsible for communication beside each Marshal received Duke's message.
"All key personnel are safe! Command center under attack! Krasus! Kel'Thuzad, return!"
Duke remained calm and clear-headed. At this moment, calling the cavalry to return would be too late. However, those two powerful mages were another matter.
A series of lights shone from both sides of the mountain. Without time to lock onto teleportation coordinates, the two famous mages of later generations used the fastest and most brutal method: continuous teleportation to cover the distance.
Mid to low-level mages had to rest and adjust their magical circuits after each use, but for powerful mages like Krasus and Kel'Thuzad, there were fewer limitations.
They were utterly frantic.
Duke had originally planned to hold on until their return. However, he suddenly discovered an opportunity.
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