Chapter 82 Warlock vs Mage

In this case, many things can be explained.

Lothar really didn't know that he was secretly prepared so many backhands without knowing it. Thinking of the old man in front of him as an enemy, he would really shudder.

"I know the situation is urgent, but I still need a reason. Why did you help us?" Lothar looked directly at Duke, who was pretending to be an old man.

Duke stretched out his hand, revealing two old palms that had been specially made up, and gently pulled back the small half of the hood, revealing a gray beard.

"Just because I'm human, is that enough reason?"

Lothar's body shook suddenly.

right! What a simple reason! In the face of inexplicable alien invasion, isn't it a natural thing for human beings to unite together to resist foreign enemies?

Lothar remarked: "We have a lot of wounded soldiers. We will never abandon Pao Ze."

"Boys, the second stage." Duke clapped his hands, and a group of peasants rushed to the back of the mountain.

Lothar was not an idiot. He almost recognized many of the peasants as loggers from the nearby East Valley Logging Camp. They pulled a large number of long ox carts originally used to carry wood, and eagerly helped the uninjured soldiers of the Griffin Legion move the wounded soldiers to the ox carts.

Lothar was dumbfounded, the other party was so far-reaching? !

Based on the performance of this mysterious mage just now and now, Lothar is finally sure that he has met a nobleman.

Lothar waved to the soldiers: "Let's withdraw first."

Some soldiers objected on the spot: "No, how can we soldiers keep civilians behind?"

Duke smiled: "Hehe, you are wearing heavy armor, can you run faster than these unarmed javeliners? Besides, I am the last one left. So you have no objections?"

As soon as Duke's words came out, the surrounding soldiers not only stood up in awe, but even the slightly wounded soldiers stood up in unison, put their palms on their chests, and raised their long swords to the sky.

Sword ceremony!

A warrior's most solemn courtesy to a worthy person.

Together with Lothar, there were 300 warriors saluting Duke.

Duke waved his hands smartly: "You go first. Don't stop me from killing the orcs. I will catch up with you later and let you watch the second act."

While Duke was speaking, suddenly an uninjured javeliner who was hiding in the shooting hole of the fortress howled miserably.

Duke's eyes were fixed, and a few words were squeezed between his teeth: "Curse of pain!"

Lothar's expression was also bad: "Your Excellency, I..."

With a wave of his hand, the curse was lifted by Duke: "You go, this is a war of mages!"

Mage's war, what a mysterious word. But this word also clearly tells Lothar that this is not something that he, a soldier, can casually intervene in.

Nodding heavily, Lothar led his men and Duke's javeliners down the mountain.

The entire mountaintop fortress became empty again.

In front of the closed gate of the fortress, Duke stood alone facing the wind, standing on a high place, the feeling of the cool breeze with water vapor blowing across his face in early spring was actually quite good, but unfortunately the strong smell of blood was really overwhelming. feel comfortable.

Duke couldn't help squinting his eyes, staring down at the winding mountain, almost every step of the high slope was full of corpses. There are orcish ones, more human ones. Thousands of ferocious orcs stared at Duke, they let out low growls, and their fangs turned up to the sky reflected strange flashes in the sunlight.

If he didn't know that orcs didn't have the habit of cannibalism, Duke might be worried that he would be torn apart and eaten after accidentally hanging up.

Now, Duke must buy time for the Griffin Legion to retreat.

The orcs really wanted to rush forward, but the more than a hundred mage hands that Duke suspended in mid-air made the orcs who had just been taught a lesson a little afraid to approach.

"Trash! Does a mere spell caster scare you?" A hunchbacked orc in a black burqa appeared, and wherever he went, the orcs separated like a tide.

A guy of no low status.

The one who can be treated like this among the orcs is not the chief of the big clan, so there is only one possibility left - the notorious shadow council warlock.

It was the first time for Duke to watch these warlocks appearing on the continent of Azeroth for the first time at a closer distance. experience.

The warlock brought the hell dog to teach the mage to be a man!

But, but, but you don't have any pets? Are you despising me?

No no, maybe with a succubus?

Obviously he has been a time traveler for a long time, but when Duke suddenly met a warlock, he couldn't help but bring a little player's thinking.

It's a pity, judging by the other party's appearance, it shouldn't be Gul'dan. In that case, you still have to fight.

The two guys, Medivh, the world guardian, and Gul'dan, the orc warlock, are demigods in most game settings. Duke wasn't sure about going up against one of them when he was so small.

Warlocks are masters at using the power of demons to play with souls. Duke is really not sure if he dies at the hands of warlocks, will he become a ghoul upon resurrection...

The warlock yelled loudly. Duke couldn't understand the orc language, and the system elves couldn't translate it. Just seeing the system elf's random translation of "the imperial army wants you to surrender your guns and not kill", Duke wanted to strangle the system elf to death.

It's useless to say anything, and Duke is not interested in running to the orcs alone, so there is only one thing that can be done-Duke raised his middle finger high.

Well, this is Duke's starting move for releasing [Blizzard].

If in the game, the mage releases [Blizzard] on the warlock, that is brain damage.

But the reality is obviously different. Within the range of [Blizzard], ice edges plummeted down, which well interfered with the warlock's sight.

The opponent fired back a [Shadow Arrow], but with the system wizard's ballistic judgment assistance system, Duke only moved sideways to the right, and let the [Shadow Arrow] hit the huge gate of the fortress.

Without hesitation, one hundred and eight mage hands suddenly copied guys from various places in the fortress.

"Sorry, I'm not an ordinary mage! If you have no other tricks, go to hell!"

108 javelins were thrown brazenly, from the sky to the ground, almost blocking all angles of the orc warlock.

Almost at the same time, Duke was recruited. Countless phantoms that frightened him suddenly appeared in his mind. Those were fragments of fear lurking inside him that he had completely forgotten.

Duke suddenly saw that in the dead of night, a huge poisonous snake flew up, opened its mouth full of fangs, and bit him hard on the face.

The fear, the pain was so real that Duke let out a scream almost instantly.