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He could clearly sense Khadgar's arrival in his magical tower, and he didn't seem to be aware of the looming danger.

This also shows that the mage and the cultivator go in two completely different directions, the mage's magic has a powerful destructive power, but it is not as comprehensive as the cultivator, and correspondingly, the cultivator is more balanced, which gives them a more flexible way of fighting, making them more comfortable in many conditions than the physically fragile mage, but compared to the destructive power alone, they are not as good as these mages who have dedicated their lives to arcane magical energy.

Especially the cultivators in the Divine World who had never thought of using the Dao method to fight a real transcendent war.

An Yang was silent, mourning in silence for this group of soldiers who were about to be hit by a heavy hammer.

He was thinking about it, but he heard a dull sound of wind, and sure enough, a heavy hammer flew out.

And it happened to hit him!

An Yang paused for a moment.

Sister, do I look like a bully?

Khadgar is still here, this little mage is obviously more honest than me!

So Anyang was furious, squinting at the heavy warhammer that was spinning and flying towards him.

With his neural arc and vision, he could clearly see the warhammer's rotation trajectory and flight trajectory, as well as the air flow and wind sound that it was carrying, and with his mental power, he could even estimate the angle and speed at which the warhammer reached him.

It's a pity that he didn't have a serious study of mechanics, nor did he memorize the relevant formulas, so he couldn't calculate the weight of this war hammer, nor could he calculate the impact force that the war hammer would exert on him if it flew so far and smashed on him at high speed, but he had a rich fighting instinct, and according to the shape, size and speed of the war hammer, he could probably predict the power of this war hammer flying, and it was not a big problem to crush a heavy armored soldier to death.

However, the orc had made him his primary target, and it was destined to be a wrong choice.

An Yang didn't have time to cast many buff spells, but he was able to reach out with lightning and accurately grasp the handle of the war hammer.

The muscles on the arms that were not thick began to bulge at root, and the green tendons jumped straight, bursting out with great strength, and slowly retracted backwards, not directly resisting the force of the hammer, but giving it sufficient cushion, gently unloading the force, and clamping the saddle with the lower limbs.

"Sigh Rhythm ~~"

The horse under his crotch threw its head back and neighed, taking most of the cushioning force he had left, and he couldn't help but take a few steps sideways, and almost fell to the ground.

In an instant, he had grasped the hammer steadily, holding it in a half-lifted position.

Khadgar next to him was stunned, although he was wooden, he was not stupid, on the contrary, he was probably the highest level of knowledge here except for Medivan, who had received the Guardian's inheritance, and naturally could understand the shock of this scene, as well as the inhuman reflexes, speed, strength, power control and explosiveness.

Medivan's eyes froze.

Deep in the grass, a strong orc was a little confused.

Lothar also turned her head to the muffled cry of the heavy hammer, and her pupils shrank at the sight of this scene.

In the next second, he pulled out the big sword at his waist, turned his horse and shouted: "All ready for battle, enemy attack!" ”

The heavily armored knights drew their swords one after another, reined in their horses, and the hoplites also raised their shields neatly, drew their swords, and looked to both sides.

At the same time, a deafening shout resounded through the forest, in a completely foreign language.

The voice was hoarse and loud, like a trumpet for a charge.

The shouts and shouts rang out one after another, and the dull and hurried footsteps began to trample on people's eardrums!

A black hand in his trademark costume falls from the top of a tree and stomps directly on a hoplite.

"Bang!"

The heavy body directly crushed the soldier to death.

A heavily armored knight grabbed the reins and charged at him with his great sword.

But how could a powerful black hand retreat, I saw him round the long-handled war hammer in his hand, and with a sudden swing, the war hammer immediately collided with the knight's big sword, making a loud sound of gold and iron, and the power of the black hand was obviously stronger, and the war hammer continued to advance unabated, until it hit the knight hard.

"Bang!"

The knight flew upside down from his horse, his armor deformed.

The black hand raised his head and roared angrily, grabbed the knight's war horse by the neck with one hand, and lifted the forelimbs of the war horse up.

"Victory, or death!"

Those two huge fangs show the furious posture of the orcs!

The orcs who have been in ambush for a long time have begun to attack!

There was a dull roar in the air, and another blow of a heavy hammer flew in, smashing precisely into one of the heavily armored knights.

"Bang!"

There was only a muffled sound, and before the knight could see the object of his attack, he was immediately smashed off his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

With just one blow, the heavy ornate armor had been deformed, and he only got up and twitched slightly, and then there was no more sound.

"Get close!"

Lothar shouted, her eyes looking around.

This hammer is like a charge, igniting the orc's fighting spirit!

A huge and muscular figure about two meters four tall ran out of the grass and crashed into the hoplite formation, instantly knocking the infantry to pieces, and then he raised his hammer and began to sweep, and every time the hammer hit the hoplite, the commander flew out.

The thud was muffled.

Immediately after, more and more orcs began to rush into the battlefield.

Lothar leads the elite troops of Stormwind City, yes, but the orc side is the strongest warrior selected from the entire Iron Tribe, including the brave and resourceful "protagonist" Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan, the iron-blooded ruler of the future Iron Tribe, Orgrim, and the current tribal chieftain, the Black Hand Destroyer.

The human army was at a disadvantage in an instant, especially when it was attacked by this huge group of orcs who suddenly rushed out of the forest on all sides.

Anyang was still on his horse, standing still, not dodging, and not going around to fight.

He didn't even pull out his armor, didn't take out his spear or knife, didn't take out his individual energy cannon or electromagnetic rifle, he tried his best to maintain the image of a mage, wearing a white robe, holding his fingerprints, silently chanting incantations, using mage methods to defend against the enemy.

"Click!"

I saw a thin lightning flash in the air, not connected to the rain clouds, it just appeared out of thin air, draped on an orc who was close to him!

Channeling!

There are only a few spells that are born only for damage and have a very powerful killing effect.

In an instant, the orc slammed to the ground, his body emitting a faint white smoke and twitching on the ground.

No one could get close to his surroundings.

Or rather, the orcs around him turned into a corpse emitting white smoke.

So Anyang still has time to look around in this melee.

A strong orc with curved horns rushed out of the grass with a heavy axe in both hands, the axe was very wide and heavy, at least hundreds of catties, and it had reached the point where the orcs had to have both hands, like a heavy piece of steel, and there was not even a sharp edge.

As the orc approached, he jerked his heavy axe and slashed at one of the soldiers.

"Dang!"

With a loud sound of gold and iron, the human soldier's greatsword was directly bent, and although he had expected the strength of the orc, he had already half-crouched down to lower his center of gravity, but he was still knocked to the ground by this powerful blow.

A majestic orc, also with horns and a hammer, stepped out, wearing thick cast-iron armor, an ancient and simple style, in stark contrast to the fine armor of human soldiers, but also very rough and direct to protect the vital points of the body.

He grabbed the end of the hammer and rounded it off, and three elite soldiers surrounded him, unable to get close.

Another orc with a hammer in both hands rushed out, and he ran more agilely, like a dragon's step, dull and determined.

A human hoplite was in front of him, already raising his shield and his great sword ready to stab.

Undeterred, the orcs leaped up and struck down as they approached the human soldiers!

The two bumped into each other in the blink of an eye.

It was a huge rectangular hammer head, weighing at least hundreds of catties, strung into a thick wooden pillar and made into a war hammer, ordinary humans wanted to pick up such a weapon with great difficulty, but it was waved like the wind by this orc, and with the help of the momentum of descent, the impact caused by it can be imagined.

"Bang!"

The human soldier was slammed straight into the ground, sending leaves and dust scattered in the air.

"Ahh

Screams broke the silence in the woods, adding to the chaos of the battle.

"Watch out for the left wing!"

"Watch your flanks!"

"Left!"

The human soldiers shouted, struggling to gather together to resist the unstoppable orcs.

From time to time, heavily armed human soldiers were blown away by an orc's hammer or had their heads decapitated with an axe.

Occasionally, orcs are killed by human soldiers.

Suddenly, an orc with a broad-bladed sword galloped through the battlefield, all the way forward, the target happened to be squinting his eyes to scrutinize the group of green-skinned orcs Medivan, perhaps in his eyes, this robed man should be the big man of this army.

Khadgar was startled, and immediately raised his head and chanted the incantation aloud from his mouth.

His eyes and hands lit up with a faint blue magical light, and the arcane energy quickly gathered.

"Bang!"

An arcane blast flew out of his hand with a long mist of blue light, crashing into the orc, sending it several meters away.

In less than a second, the track trail left by this spell in the air also quickly disappeared.

Khadgar panicked and began to chant the spell of the Arcane Barrier, and soon, a blue barrier descended above his head, enveloping both him and Medivan.

Almost at the same time, a strong orc with a chopping axe bared its fangs and burst out of the grass with a roar, slamming into the arcane barrier.

This orc is none other than Durotan.

Durotan's wide hands touched the barrier that constantly shimmered with arcane magical energy, licking his fangs, and there was a faint bewilderment in his eyes.

Khadgar didn't realize until he slammed the barrier that an orc was so close to him.

"Guardian!"

He shouted.

Medivan woke up at this time and glanced at the battle situation, the human soldiers could be described as suffering heavy losses!

Just less than five meters away from him, an orc hit the human soldier's head diagonally with a war hammer, and suddenly only heard a muffled sound, the soldier's helmet had been seriously deformed, and the whole person was also hit on the ground by this hammer, and the orc refused to give up and hammered again.

"Bang!"

The human soldier's head had sunk into the dirt.

Lothar is fighting the orcs in a frenzied battle, but he can't turn the tide alone.

When an orc attacked him, he struck it out, and sat back and ignored him without the orc approaching.

The battle is one-sided!

The black hand directly carried a tall war horse with both hands, and threw it at the soldiers like a suckling pig, knocking the two soldiers down.

He examined his results and roared angrily, his arms stretched back and stretched his muscles, showing his strength!

A slender orc looked back and grinned, as if mocking humanity's weakness and incompetence.

At this time, Medivin did not hesitate to make a move.

Standing in the midst of the spell barrier, he began to mumble long and mysterious incantations, his hands shimmering with arcane energy, mysterious and complex.

It's like a ritual, like brewing a powerful formula, and like doing a ritual of parsing.

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