Stormwind God

The scene before us is extremely weird.

Lothar was almost so annoyed by Duke that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't know what expression to use to face Duke.

At first glance, Duke was so tall.

A short black hair was upright because of the fluctuation of arcane energy. Duke, wearing the robe of the classic Stormwind Masters, was holding two blue-purple arcane energies in his hand, standing at the very center of the entire battlefield.

The hands of the mage made of countless bright white lights float in the midst of the sky, and the barrage light of the continuously firing purple-blue arcane missiles reflects the relaxed look on Duke's face.

Obviously not tall, maybe it is too young. Duke's height is even shorter than everyone on the scene. Everyone thinks he is taller than anyone. A pair of black eyes are like obsidian inlaid in the eyes, deep and wise.

Countless arcane lights flashed in the palms of his or his mage's hands, and went to where they should go.

Either meet Gul'dan's fireball, or rescue a human elite who was almost spiked by the opponent's orc guard. Lothar has glimpsed more than once. His people are in a near-death crisis, but they have been rescued by Duke's lightning bolt released by ‘multicasting’.

A flash of near-blindness, or a direct attack, Duke's rescue every time seemed so understated and just right.

The uninformed guy would think that Duke the Great God was blowing up the sky, not only easily beat the opponent, but also a very loose margin to cover his teammates.

In fact, it wasn't what he meowed at all.

Duke is the disadvantaged side.

Lothar finally shouted, "Hey! Duke, do you need help?"

In fact, no one has time to help Duke, the problem is that Lothar can't rest assured!

"Calm. I can't win here, but don't even think about me losing. If you drag your time, I can drag it all day and night." By the way, Duke has time to help [Pyroblast] Lothar smeared the chieftain's black hand.

"Good job!" Taking advantage of the gap created by Duke, Lothar took a cold blow to the black hand, sharper than the nail, a sharp sword point, and easily pierced through the gap in the armor under the left rib of the black hand With a wound at least five centimeters deep, Lothar must have stabbed the edge of the black hand's lungs.

"Roar--" The black hand roared angrily, and he turned his head and gave Duke a severe glance with bloodshot eyes.

The black hand gave up Lothar and rushed straight towards Duke!

"His!" Lothar drew a sigh of relief, and he knew exactly how Duke's small body would be hit by a black-handed destruction hammer. He also had to chase after him.

The mirror image of the black hand of the chieftain, even if it is not the deity, the horrible figure like a hill, even the heroic soldiers are easily faint. Lothar could hardly imagine how Duke, who had little practical experience, would encounter black hands.

The killing of Duke led to the collapse of the whole situation?

Even if you don't want to admit it, Duke is already the most important member of this attack force. In a sense, Duke's presence is as important as the commander Lothar.

"Bang! Bang!" Two beeps, two Stormwind elite soldiers trying to stop the black hand were easily hit. The huge hammers are left and right, they are just ordinary pendulums. The huge force that can't resist is not something that ordinary humans can resist.

There was no barrier between Duke and the Blackhand, and at this time, Gul'dan's mirror also launched an onslaught.

The raging flames covered Duke's whole body. Looking from Lothar's side, only Duke's vague figure could be seen. Not only was the flame, Lothar felt the advent of the curse.

[Cursed Pain] Add [Ignite], and there are some unknown spells. Several warlock spells that cause continuous damage are poured onto Duke.

Not to mention that Duke has to face the black hand, Gul'dan's tricks alone are not what Duke can handle.

not good!

Worst!

At this instant, Lothar felt his heart was pierced, and he almost wanted to throw a sword to save people.

However, the gap between yongcai and genius appeared at this moment, which should not be allowed to occur.

Duke's original magical power suddenly converged, but he was restrained on the palm of his hand within a tenth of a second. How powerful arcane energy is needed to control this. Lothar doesn't know. He only knows this level of magical skills. He has only seen it on Medivh, and even the Morning Star Master cannot reach it.

If the previous collection can be considered an illusion, then the highly condensed arcane energy at that moment was re-amplified instantly between his palms, turning into a clear, five-finger giant palm. Flying ... This one alone is enough to make Lothar clap.

This is not the end.

The orc's fighting instinct is terribly high.

Don't look at the weight of the black hand is likely to exceed 500 pounds, his body has never been considered awkward. Lothar had clearly seen that the body of the black hand began to adjust in the air, and even if he added a sword, he might not be able to find a gap.

Just then, Duke [flashed].

His whole body turned into a stream of light, disappearing in place, and when his figure appeared again, he was already on the side of the black hand.

With five fingers on his right hand, a cone-shaped icy sea breeze burst from Duke's palm, covering the black hand. This trick is not because of how much Duke's magic has, but because the ice magic often has slowdown effects.

A touch of frost visible to the naked eye covered the black hand, from the foot of the black hand to the waist of the black hand. This made the black-handed volley's efforts to adjust his posture come to nothing.

The most important thing was that Lothar suddenly realized that because the black hand could not adjust his body, the entire back heart was now facing him obliquely. Through the gap between the back of the black hand and the helmet, Lothar has a wonderful opportunity to kill.

You know, the black-handed chief in the chess space is amazing for his strength. This shameless man actually wears two sets of armor. The outside is a steel plate full of three centimeters thick, and the inside is unknown leather. This made it difficult for Lothar to find a chance to kill.

It's different now. Because of this rare position, Lothar's long sword was able to penetrate smoothly.

"嗤 ——" The sword of the king penetrated from front to back, pierced through the muscles between the staying power and the scapula, and went straight into the heart of the black hand.

For a moment, Lothar was worried about whether this strange chess space would be accountable, such as counting orcs as undead.

Obviously, Lothar's worry is superfluous.

Hundreds of thunder burst into the empty sky.

The explosion of "Boom" almost made every warrior who was struggling frightened. Fortunately, the chess levels obeyed the rules. After those thunders, all the enemies, even the smurfs, naga, and wolfmen summoned by Duke disappeared.

"Victory?" Lothar was still a little unbelieving.