Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 363: Head Over Heels

A city on its own cannot be defended.

In the absence of backup, unless the city is doomed to be massacred, the combat power of 100 can only be exerted at most 50.

It's different with reinforcements, it's no problem to exert 200% combat power.

Duke is here.

They really came! With nearly a thousand griffins.

Duke moved before the griffin arrived. A series of flashes of light appeared in the air. These lights were so short and continuous that they left a long and huge arc in people's vision, stretching from the sky to the east gate of Lordaeron City.

At this moment, when the city of Lordaeron, the core of the entire Alliance, was about to fall, Duke arrived.

"drink--"

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Duke made a brilliant appearance.

The water elements in the air were gathering at a high speed, and the water in the moat was rising. Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of orcs and human warriors, Duke gathered a large amount of water and poured it into the entire city gate in just a few seconds.

In just a moment, the originally open city gate was completely blocked by a huge block of ice.

"Orgrim! Have you asked me before you plan to capture Lordaeron?" The huge shout, amplified by magic, penetrated the entire orc formation and reached far away.

Standing proudly on the top of the city wall, Duke's wizard robe fluttered in the bloody wind, his iconic wizard hands covered the entire sky above the East City Gate, and countless three-color frostfire arcane missiles poured down on every orc's head.

The soldiers of Lordaeron were often fighting bloody battles one moment, but were shocked to find that the fierce and powerful enemy in front of them had half of his body blown off by incredibly precise magic the next moment.

All of a sudden, all the orcs within 200 meters around the East Gate were wiped out.

After a brief moment of daze, the entire city wall immediately erupted in thunderous cheers!

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Sir Edmund!"

"God bless Lordaeron!"

At this time, Arthas, who was retreating towards the palace under the desperate protection of a group of royal guards, suddenly discovered that the battle situation behind him had changed.

The city gate at the end of the long street was blocked by a huge translucent white ice block. Arthas looked back and saw the Hordesmen who had just rushed into the city being instantly killed by the gorgeous magic.

Countless white wizards' hands poured down magic rain in midair. The only one who could do this was the legendary deputy commander of the alliance, Edmund Duke, who inherited the name of his master, the Thousand-Handed Death God.

Looking at those extremely gorgeous magical kills, looking at those dwarf griffin riders hovering over the city walls and constantly killing the Hordes with thunder hammers, Arthas suddenly felt absurd - if I had known this, I would not have run away.

The griffin flew towards the high tower near the city wall. When it was almost hovering, the agile elven ranger jumped off the griffin's back, stood on the high tower, and poured a rain of arrows outside the city.

The extraordinary archery skills of the elven rangers were fully displayed at this moment. They could shoot arrows with long parabolas based on their feeling, and with the help of high towers, they could extend the range to more than two hundred meters.

The griffin riders who flew back to the battlefield did not use their usual tactics of letting the griffins dive down to kill the orcs. Instead, they dropped a large number of strange-shaped metal creations.

These large bombs produced by the goblins have greater lethality than iron grenades. Once the outer shell is shattered by impact, a violent explosion will immediately occur.

There was a sudden roar on the battlefield, and corpses and broken limbs were everywhere, blown away by bomb explosions.

In the distance, Orgrim, who was watching this scene, turned pale again.

Duke is absolutely unique in being able to make the Warchief's brown face turn blue again and again.

"Duke—Edmund—"

For Orgrim and the entire tribe, this name has almost become a nightmare. No, it is not a nightmare, it is a terrifying existence that has been upgraded to the level of a curse.

Again and again.

Again and again.

Whenever the Horde saw the hope of complete victory, Duke or his creation would always come to prevent the Horde from achieving complete victory. Duke could not be like the legendary gods, leaving his incarnation in every corner of the world at the same time.

But on every battlefield, there are legends about Duke.

His strategies, his leadership, and the strange but effective mechanical creations he invented were able to hold back the Horde's attacks at almost every turn.

Orgrim couldn't help but wonder if God had sent Duke specifically to deal with their Horde!

Without Duke, the Horde would have conquered half of Azeroth.

Over there, on the balcony of the palace tower, the maids who had screamed just now fell silent, and the royal guards standing nearby were stunned. Everyone looked at Princess Calia who was shouting on the balcony like a fool!

"Holy Light! It's Duke! Oh - my hero! He comes to save me! He comes to save the entire city of Lordaeron! Duke! Duke! Duke -" Laughing and shouting, Princess Calia, who is usually gentle, virtuous, and dignified, and is a model of ladies in the entire Lordaeron, at this moment, vents her grievances and fears in her heart.

Every girl has the dream of Prince Charming.

The brutal orcs are coming.

In my father's absence...

When there is no minister or general around you who you can rely on...

When even his younger brother couldn't stop the enemy's invasion...

At this time when I was already pessimistic and hopeless, ready to die for my country...

Duke is here.

Riding a pure white griffin.

A beautiful, mighty and legendary griffin.

Just as she prayed and hoped, Duke came at the most critical moment.

As a savior, he used his supreme magic to save the city of Lordaeron.

Calia couldn't describe the ecstasy and excitement in her heart. She only knew that the fanatical worship had ignited every cell in her body. She only knew that her soul would be branded with Duke's name from then on.

She kept shouting Duke's name loudly, like a fanatic worshipping a god, willing to burn her life for him...

After slightly repelling the Horde, Duke flashed a few times and suddenly appeared in front of the stunned Prince Arthas.

The guards instinctively took up a fighting stance and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Duke's Alliance emblem.

"Is this His Highness Arthas Menethil? I am Edmund Duke, the deputy commander of the Alliance."

Arthas wanted to take a closer look at this Alliance legend who looked slightly shorter than him and only a few years older than him, but he knew the military situation was urgent, so he quickly said, "I am Arthas. What do you want, Deputy Commander?"

"The situation is urgent. I need your Highness' authorization to open the eastern magic teleportation array of Lordaeron City and control all the magic towers in the entire eastern city area."