Duke Bolvar looked at the clear sky with a bitter smile on his lips. He thought of the peaceful and peaceful days in Stormwind City before the orcs invaded.
Unfortunately, since the orcs crossed the Dark Portal and Azeroth was in war, everything has changed.
Varian was so angry that he yelled: "Duke, please pay attention to your identity, you are blasphemy against the royal family."
Bolvar asked back: "Then the orcs ate King Ryan, isn't it blasphemy? Don't you ever think about revenge?"
Varian's expression froze. Compared to the king's power, his hatred for the orcs seemed less important.
Bolvar stared at Varian's hesitant eyes and shook his head in disappointment:
"Let me teach you how to identify the orcs' conspiracy. Dranosh didn't want to lose troops at the Gate of Scourge, so he proposed this ridiculous duel. Look at the location of this duel, it turned out to be the orcs' camp.
And I can only lead a small number of guards there, which obviously means that I reject you. Dranosh successfully avoids the battle, and as the leader of the alliance, you will become an incompetent waste and bear the responsibility of retreating without a fight."
After Bolvar's reminder, Bolvar finally understood Dranosh's conspiracy. He didn't have an orc that could use his brain, which made him feel deeply frustrated.
Duke Bolvar murmured to himself:
"The royal family and the people are inherently antagonistic. In order to maintain the royal family's privileges, kings have never been shy about betraying the interests of the people. I agree to this duel, but I have a condition."
Varian, who was originally depressed, was overjoyed and said hurriedly:
"explain."
"The alliance's army must withdraw from Northrend and let our children go home. It is best never to set foot on a meaningless battlefield."
Varian nodded in agreement.
Duke Bolvar agreed to enter the orc camp for a duel, which surprised Dranoche.
This is King Saurfang's plan, and according to the king's prediction, Duke Bolvar will definitely reject it.
Unexpectedly, the Duke of Beauval actually agreed. Delanoche could not understand that he was not smart enough to detect the conspiracy.
But it aroused the suspicion of the cunning Thrall.
Thrall ordered Fordring's Silver North Army to retreat and return to the camp in Dragonblight.
In Northrend, Thrall had only two hundred orcs as soldiers, and the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army, which was originally used as military supplies, became the force he relied on most.
Varian ordered the Alliance's 50,000-strong army to withdraw to Dreadnaught Fortress, preparing to return to the Kingdom of Stormwind by ship. It was another war that consumed countless manpower and material resources but returned without success.
But being able to survive is the greatest luck. The soldiers cried with joy and celebrated being able to survive.
The orc camp was the original Fordagon Fortress.
Delanoche was no fool. He noticed that there was a steep cliff on one side of the fortress.
If the enemy launches an attack from the cliff and releases arrows from a high position, the orcs will be in a disadvantageous position and will inevitably suffer heavy losses.
Dranosh was even more wary of the Alliance's 50,000-strong army.
Dranosh built a sentry on the top of the cliff and sent out a large number of scouts to patrol. The patrol range covered half of Dragonblight to ensure that the camp would not be raided by enemies.
After doing all this, Delanoche relaxed and prepared for the duel with Duke Bolvar.
Before the duel, Robbie accompanied Duke Bolvar to the Gate of Scourge and looked at Fordagon Fortress in the distance.
Not far from the fortress, a large number of orc scouts were roaming.
Still remember that during the Battle of Scourge's Gate, the Royal Apothecary Society of Undercity attacked the Alliance, Horde, and Scourge with plague.
In fact, there is a big loophole in this.
Duke Bolvar, Dranosh, and the Lich King Arthas are not fools, and they will definitely send scouts to protect their flanks.
The Royal Apothecary Society arrogantly launched a sneak attack with a large group of plague catapults. How could they escape the detection of the Alliance Horde scouts and the eyes of the Scourge Legion's plague bats?
Unless there is magic power in it.
Robbie said seriously: "The Horde cannot be trusted, and the Burning Legion cannot be trusted even more."
Bolvar nodded and replied solemnly:
"I know the cunningness of the Burning Legion and am reluctant to harm Alliance soldiers, so I did not allow Varimathras to act. Now that the Alliance army has withdrawn, the Silver Northern Expedition has also withdrawn, leaving only 20,000 soldiers of the Horde.
King Varian, a handful of Dalaran mages."
Robbie looked puzzled and asked:
"But there is absolutely no need for you to risk entering an orc camp."
Duke Bolvar's eyes were profound and he said cautiously:
"My original plan was to cooperate with Varimathras to eliminate the king inheritance system in Stormwind City, but the death of the Night's Watch King made me realize that this was meaningless. The Moon Goddess Elune can always find a replacement.
I just hope that the new king can learn to be smarter. If I can make him understand the true face of the orcs, my risk will be worth it."
Robbie was silent for a long time, waved his hand, and the soldiers from the natural disaster presented a set of armor and weapons. Robbie briefly introduced:
"Dranosh drank too much demon blood, and the orc soldiers were also contaminated with evil energy to varying degrees. Although it increased the orcs' strength, it was also a huge hidden danger. This sword can cause an explosion of demon blood.
, it can destroy the muscles of the whole body in severe cases, and this set of armor can effectively prevent the invasion of plague and fire."
Duke Bolvar asked doubtfully:
"I understand preventing the plague, but why should we defend against the fire?"
Robbie smiled and said nothing.
When the appointed time came, Duke Bolvar dressed up and led a small number of soldiers into the orc camp.
Twenty thousand orc soldiers surrounded the duel site. Although the Duke only led less than a hundred soldiers, he seemed not to care even though he was surrounded.
Thrall, Varian, Ronin, Vol'jin, Eitrigg, etc. watched from the sidelines. The tribe generals looked at Duke Bolvar as if they were looking at a dead man.
Dranosh was wearing jet black armor, carrying a sharp battle ax, and grinned:
"Duke Bolvar, everyone says you are a wise man, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid. Haven't you heard about the rules of our orc dueling?"
Bolvar responded calmly:
"Take off your armor and leave with only one weapon. No magic is allowed."
Delanoche laughed so hard that tears almost came out:
"Idiot, that's just our external propaganda. Would you believe such a low-level lie? It's really stupid. There is only one truth about orc duels: the rules are determined by the party with the advantage. I declare that the rules for this duel are 20,000 orcs alone.
Pick one of you."
Duke Bolvar was not surprised, he just looked at King Varian aside.
Varian was so ashamed that he did not dare to look at Bolvar and hid behind an orc general. At this moment, the king's credibility meant nothing.
Duke Bolvar sighed and said, "In that case, let's get started."
Dranosh waved his arms: "Prepare to fight, children of the tribe, blood and glory await us, eat the stupid humans."
The loud horn sounded, and Dranosh raised the battle ax in his hand and took the lead in the charge.
Bang!
After just one encounter, Delanosh's huge body flew out upside down and landed on the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Bolvar's sword drew a graceful arc, and the orcs who rushed over lost their strength and fell limply to the ground.