"Antonidas, my dear mentor, you too have been reborn from death."
Jaina looked at her mentor with a smile.
Compared to the smile on Jaina's face, Antonidas was serious and serious, and the Holy Light's Order of Absolution told him that he must win.
Boom!
The bright holy light condensed together, replaced the arcane energy, and launched a holy light impact, hitting Jaina hard.
Facing his former disciples, Antonidas attacked with all his strength without any mercy.
Jaina quickly moved out of the way, and the tyrannical power of the Holy Light surrounded her body, forming a shield instead of the frost spell to resist the aftermath of the Holy Light's impact. She unconsciously took a step back, her momentum weakening at first.
Antonidas was unyielding, and the holy light rained down on Jaina, successfully gaining the advantage and making Jaina panic.
On the other side, Garrosh stood motionless in the center of the field, holding a sword and shield, not daring to breathe.
King Saurfang disappeared. Facing this famous king of sneak attacks, Garrosh did not dare to slack off at all and mustered up his energy.
With a flash of light, King Saurfang suddenly jumped out, and the warhammer wrapped in strong holy light slammed into Garrosh's back.
Garrosh had no time to dodge, so he could only hold up his shield with both hands to resist, and the two of them fought together.
Saurfang's war hammer was so powerful and aggressive that Garrosh only tried to block it and had no time to counterattack, putting him at a disadvantage.
The battle between Sylvanas and Zul'jin was the most interesting. Sylvanas jumped back and forth quickly, shooting arrow after arrow at Zul'jin.
Zuljin turned into a giant bear filled with golden light, and arrows were shot at him, densely packed like a hedgehog, but he was not afraid at all, and seized the opportunity to approach Sylvanas.
Every time Zul'jin raised his claws, the holy light fell straight from the sky like a moonfire spell. Sylvanas was unable to avoid it and was hit repeatedly.
The two sides fought against each other, and temporarily entered a stalemate. Durotan saw some clues and realized that something was wrong.
Antonidas, King Saurfang, and Zul'jin all used all means to win.
On the contrary, there was a three-point margin between the three shots of their own side, and this slight difference caused them to retreat steadily.
"That's not good, why is this happening?"
We are also fighting under the supervision of the Holy Light's Pardon Order, so why are we unwilling to do our best?
Durotan thought the Naaru was biased.
"For Draenor, for the great Lord Durotan, the Lightforged Orcs, attack."
Outside the magic shield supported by Khadgar, Hellscream, Kilrogg, and Blackhand led a large group of Lightforged Orcs and rushed over, attacking the shield desperately.
Countless light-forged orcs rushed towards the shield and exploded themselves without hesitation. Even Khadgar couldn't bear the terrible explosion. As the shield trembled, his face turned pale.
As long as the shield is shattered and a large army of light-forged orcs surrounds him, victory will definitely belong to Durotan.
A tall figure suddenly appeared, and the head of state, Margok, teleported to the battlefield. With a finger of the staff in his hand, he injected new mana into the shield, reducing Khadgar's burden.
Margok's two heads looked at Durotan together, and said with a regretful smile:
"Durotan, I thought you were a great hero, a warrior who dared to stand up and fight against the Holy Light. I thought I had a chance to fight alongside you, but I didn't expect you to be a coward who colluded with the Holy Light."
Durotan chuckled and said with a ferocious face:
"Margok, Velen is not by your side? Don't you want to defeat me and replace me?"
"Yes, but you forced me to do so. You made me lose hope of fighting and forced me to serve the Holy Light."
Around Margok, mysterious runes flickered, constantly summoning ugly arcane beasts, which pounced on Durotan like a pack of wolves.
Behind Durotan, countless tentacles of the void danced, and the arcane monster pounced on the tentacles, and the two sides bitten together.
"Tremble before the wrath of the Führer."
Margok held his staff high, and the two heads recited the incantation together.
A feeling of palpitations surged into Durotan's heart. He raised his head suddenly and saw purple arcane energy gathering above his head, slowly pressing down like a cumulonimbus cloud.
The range of the arcane calamity cloud was too large, and the magic shield was covered by it, making it impossible to dodge. Durotan could only grit his teeth and gather all the shadow power in his body.
"Open it for me."
The shadow energy continues to gather, forming a tornado, like an Optimus Pillar, holding on to the arcane calamity cloud and preventing it from falling.
Margok smiled ferociously and said: "Durotan, you are just an orc after all, and your understanding of magic is insufficient. This is your weakness."
Boom.
The arcane calamity cloud shattered, and countless arcane energy poured down like raindrops. These scattered arcane energies were very weak and difficult to cause damage, and Durotan didn't take it to heart at all.
Strangely, Durotan felt his skin tingling. Looking at the place where the tingling occurred, an unknown purple color spread around.
This is arcane pollution!
Durotan was shocked. The area of pollution on his skin continued to expand. Soon, half of his body turned purple, and he gradually lost control of his body.
In this duel between the leaders, Durotan was defeated. He took a deep breath, and before he lost control of his right hand, he crushed the rune stone that he had prepared long ago.
In a flash of light, Durotan disappeared.
Margok was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party actually had teleportation props.
"In the end, I won the victory, and the Gorian Empire rose again."
Margok raised his staff excitedly.
When Jaina saw Durotan escaping first, she had no intention of fighting. She cast flash spells continuously and escaped to a corner of the shield.
Garrosh and Sylvanas broke away from their opponents almost at the same time and approached Jaina.
Archmage Khadgar did not use the spell that prohibits teleportation. In a trapped beast fight, there is no guarantee that his own side will pay the price. For the sake of the Holy Light, there is no need to kill them all.
Jaina calmly opened the portal and left with Garrosh and Sylvanas.
Margok watched them disappear, turned to look at the Hellscream trio, and smiled sarcastically:
"I heard that orcs will never be slaves. Maybe I can fulfill your dignity."
Hellscream blinked, was the first to throw away Bloodhowl, and knelt on the ground:
"Great Head of State Margok, I am willing to be your most loyal slave."
Kilrogg and Blackhand also hurriedly knelt on the ground and surrendered to the leader. Upon seeing this, the Lightforged Orcs knelt down in large numbers.
Margok laughed loudly:
"From today on, I am the great King of Draenor."
The Thunder God Clan, within the bones of Gromgar.
Durotan fell from the air and landed in front of the throne. The power of shadow slowly descended, dispelling the arcane pollution in his body bit by bit.
After a long while, the weak Durotan slowly opened his eyes, and an orc maid brought him a glass of wine.
The hot liquor entered his stomach, and Durotan let out a long breath, feeling much better.
"Margok, although I failed, you can't have the last laugh. Let's see."
Durotan entered the chamber and prayed to Gromgar.