Chapter 267: Chapter 267: Swordstorm Blizzard
But the Blademaster leader was not yet dead. He fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his various wounds, quickly adding a fresh layer of red to the already stained floor.
With his head held high, his remaining eye wide open, he opened his mouth, missing three of his tusks.
"Human mage, you have killed the Burning Blade Clan chieftain, Darr * Triple Bloodblade. May I know your name?" Darr coughed up blood and spoke in a deep voice, using the Orcish language.
"Duke * Markus, deputy commander of the Lordaeron Alliance," Duke replied in Common.
"So it's you..." The great chieftain of the Burning Blade Clan slowly closed his eyes.
Duke fell silent.
A few seconds later, the kings who had regained their composure, along with Genn Greymane and Llane Wrynn, let out a complex roar of anger and relief.
"Oooh ahhhhhhhh!"
Was it gratitude for surviving?
Was it a roar of praise for the hero?
Or was it a mix of both?
No one knew!
At any rate, when the guards on the mountainside tensely rushed in with their swords drawn, and the two Kirin Tor council members desperately arrived, they saw a scene full of blood and surprises:
In the sky, the remains of the Orcish Blademasters, already torn to pieces, clattered down.
On the ground, the bodies of the kings' guards and attendants lay strewn about. Miraculously, no truly significant figures had perished in the assassination attempt.
The kings might have been like Aiden, trembling uncontrollably amidst the blood and gore.
Or perhaps like Terenas, shaking as they found a chair to sit down.
Or maybe like Genn and Llane, leaning on their swords, gasping for breath.
The guards were in disarray, at a loss for what to do.
"Calm down! The assassins have all been killed by me! The leader was the Horde Burning Blade Clan chieftain, Darr * Triple Bloodblade. It's safe now! Everyone stay in order! All guards, protect your kings in a defensive formation. I'm not sure if there are any remaining assassins."
Pausing for a moment, Duke sat down, somewhat dejected: "Krasus, I'll leave this to you. Inform Lor'themar that he is now in command of the main force. Kel'Thuzad, I need you to return and oversee the mage group."
After everything was settled, Windsor hurried over to support the weakened Duke: "Master, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just a bit drained. Those Blademasters were not easy to deal with."
"Are you injured?" Gavinrad had a feverish look on his face. He had been almost helpless earlier. In his Divine Shield state, he could not use weapons. He might have been able to heal the kings with the Light, but if they had been killed in an instant, his healing would have been useless.
"No! My magical circuit is just a bit disordered; I'll be fine after some rest."
Duke's face appeared weak, but inside, he was ecstatic, wanting to jump up and shout three times:
"I've struck it rich!"
"I've struck it rich!"
"I've struck it rich!"
...
There was no specific reason, it was all for those few lines in the system prompt:
"Congratulations, host, you have extracted mysterious power from the souls of several Blademasters of the Burning Blade Clan. You have obtained the secret of [Mirror Image]. You can now use the advanced version of Mirror Image - [True Mirror Image]."
"Your temporary special abilities [Plunder] and [Luck] have taken effect. You have extracted the essence of [Bladestorm] from Darr * Triple Bloodblade's soul. Your [Ice Barrier] and [Rapid Avalanche] have combined into a new combo skill [Blade Ice Storm]."
"[Blade Ice Storm]: This is the magical version of Bladestorm. You can condense the cold breath into countless sharp and terrifying blades, slowing down and shattering all enemies within the storm's range, and the power will increase with the enhancement of your ice circuit. However, this is a very extreme magic, and as a price, your fully open ice circuit will be temporarily overloaded, and you will not be able to use any ice magic for the next three days."
What is this!?
This is clearly a powerful weapon!
Wuuwuu! It's a shame I don't have a high-level ice circuit, otherwise, the power of this move could be many times greater.
With this in mind, Duke felt a little resentful again.
King Anasterian's fire circuit was indeed amazing, but there was no ice magic. Duke searched for a long time in Medivh's lair and couldn't find a high-level ice circuit training method.
Inevitably, Duke thought of Grandfather Frost Antonidas. Specializing in all three elements, Antonidas preferred water and ice magic. Just looking at his insane number of water elemental summoning spells, one could tell how powerful his ice circuit was.
However... it seems difficult to obtain!
Duke's mind was a mess, and by the time he regained his senses, the entire Southshore, no, the entire Hillsbrad Foothills had erupted.
"We've won!"
"Long live Anduin Lothar!"
"Long live Duke Marcus—"
The tremendous roar formed wave after wave of fury, assaulting everyone's eardrums. From the northernmost refugee camp to the assembly area of the reserve forces, to the nearby command center, to the two hills that had just experienced a bloody battle, all the way to the beach and the warships at sea, everyone raised their fists or weapons high.
Spears like forests, swords like seas, millions of wills united into one, forming a single sentence—
Long live the Alliance!
Whose tears are flying?
Whose frustration is venting?
The seemingly invincible orcs were finally driven into the hell of defeat by the concerted efforts of the seven human kingdoms, their corpses strewn across the land.
Those hideous and terrifying faces, now stiff with the loss of life.
Those massive and frightening bodies covered the entire Southshore, the entire beach, and filled half the sea!
The terrifying myth of the orcs' invincibility was shattered here, today!
"Long live the Alliance!" Cheers from countless soldiers and civilians, a tsunami of voices, reaching the sky!
"Long live the Alliance!" The enormous cry seemed to bring the entire human world back to the past, once again recreating the indomitable human empire united under the banner of Emperor Thoradin!
The four human kings approached, and this time, instead of shaking hands, they embraced. If it weren't for Duke, they would have long been ghosts under the Burning Blade Clan's blades, their noble lives forging a new myth for the Burning Blade Clan.
Unfortunately, it was precisely because there was no such possibility that the Alliance continued to exist.
King Terenas patted Duke's back forcefully, whispering, "I owe you a favor. If the Kingdom of Stormwind cannot be restored, come to me. I can lend you a hundred thousand troops. Wherever you conquer will be your fiefdom."
"Thank you, King Menethil. If that day ever comes, I will ask for this favor," Duke replied.
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