[Bullet Time] is such a thing, with the assistance of the system elves, Duke really did it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Time suddenly slowed down a hundredfold, and the thing that had almost reached the speed of sound finally appeared in Duke's retina in an almost frozen time.

It was a strange large, single-edged axe, with a blade that looked a bit like a big hook, or rather like an elephant's trunk.

In the entire world of Azeroth, there aren't too many axes of this shape, but there are definitely a few.

Considering that the guy who threw the axe was at least a hundred meters away from Duke. And a hundred meters away, you can throw an axe so inhumanely, and when you throw it, there is a terrifying scream that shocks people's souls, and there is a terrifying power that splits the sky and the earth.

Then this axe can only be called by one name - [Blood Roar]!

An ordinary axe certainly didn't deserve Duke's surprise, and this [Blood Roar] was the most important component of its owner's supreme prestige.

Grom*Hell's Roar - Even if Duke, as a human destined for the future of the Alliance, had to be in awe of the Horde's hero.

Looking in the direction of the axe throw, with the help of the system, a burly figure was marked by the red line border.

As a hardcore player, Duke recognized Grom at a glance. A rare orc has a green onion braid on the top of the head, a black middle parted head, and a trapezoidal hideous face. The same shoulder has a shoulder armor on the right shoulder, and a belt with a skull pattern straddles diagonally across the chest. The tan body is full of powerful muscles with explosive power that you can't imagine.

He even kept the gesture of throwing the axe.

Grom* Hellroar is famous, first because he was the first orc to be bewitched by Gul'dan to drink the blood of the High Demon Manolos, the Abyss Lord, which caused the dark brown orc's skin to turn green and gain the power to invade the world of Azeroth.

As the Warsong Clan Chieftain of one of the most powerful clans among the Orc Clans, Grom's strength is definitely first-class.

In the second Battle of the Dark Gate in 'history', the Grom Axe, which was responsible for guarding the Dark Gate, was full of the blood of human warriors. He killed as many as 48 powerful knights with names and surnames. And the greatest achievement in 'history' is that he sacrificed himself and cooperated with the later Great Chief Thrall to slaughter Manolos, the abyss lord who had pitted the orcs at the beginning.

Duke never expected that Grom Hellroar, who had not participated in the first battle of the Dark Gate, would actually come to ambush him.

History, once again, has reached an inflection point!

At this freeze moment, Duke felt as if his spiritual sea had been frozen.

There are some things that you can see, but it doesn't mean that you can do them.

Duke's scalp was numb, and he saw the starting point of the axe and the end point of the axe from the [bullet time] that slowed down the passage of time, and also saw the end point of the axe-his back, but Duke just couldn't dodge this fatal blow.

Accelerate, decelerate, dodge left, dodge right, block, ...... In such an instant, the system elf helped Duke simulate what might happen next a thousand times in his mind, but not a single Duke was able to escape.

It has nothing to do with skill.

This is a blow that goes beyond the scope of martial arts, beyond physical concepts and scientific principles.

It feels like this is the kind of process that takes the premise of being sure to hit and completes the hit by itself, which is a completely unreasonable attack that reverses cause and effect.

Just like the sword of Lotha, which has gathered the will and faith of mankind for more than a thousand years. Grom's axe also gathered all the spirit of the 'Sword Saint', who was also from the Fireblade Clan, as well as the wild and incomparable will of the 100,000 warriors of the entire clan.

"Orcs will never be slaves—" Grom*hell roared, an incomparably classic roar that seemed to echo in Duke's ears.

On the axe that swirled into, Duke saw a vision. I saw the orcs struggling and struggling on the land of Draenor for thousands of years.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

The orcs have become masters of the land of Draenor with their wild and never-say-die will.

Now that Draenor is on the verge of destruction, the orcs follow Gul'dan's collusion with Sargeras, seeing Azeroth as the next stop in the orc's reproduction.

No compromises, no flukes.

At this moment, Duke finally realized that even as a mage, sometimes he had to fight with real guns.

"Drink—" Duke shouted, and Danielle, who had been helping to harness the griffin in front, was shocked to find that twenty meters behind him, an incomparably huge axe slashed through the stagnant air, slashing through the air.

Suddenly, twelve magic arrays and thirty-six mage hands appeared not far from the left front of the griffin.

Danielle's mouth opened wide in astonishment, not even noticing that the fierce wind that had come from flying at high speed had poured into his mouth, making his face swell and become ridiculous.

The two super magic specialties of [Multi-casting] and [Mobile Casting] can be described as special specialties that many mages can't practice in a lifetime. Not everyone can still calm down in the high-speed movement, so that each spell enters the spiritual sea without the slightest good, and uses magic to activate it in the correct order.

Not to mention the [Multicast] in the [Mobile Caster].

Even though Duke is magical, it's also something that mortals can't even imagine.

It's like having a person run at the speed of a 100-meter race, reciting 48 different poems of more than 100 words in their minds at the same time without slowing down.

Is this done by people?

But Duke did it with the help of the system wizard.

Not only Danielle, but Orgrim, Kilrog, and Samuro, who were nervously watching the blow of Grom*Hell's Roar below, as well as the Great Chief Black Hand not far away, and thousands of orcs witnessed the spectacle.

The gorgeous array that suddenly appeared in the sky was like a miracle depicted in an epic.

[Arcane Impact] fell with a bang.

It's not the chaos of a rainstorm, but a kind of accurate shooting with a strange rhythm and a very regular pattern.

"Bang, bang, bang......" In a very short period of time, dozens of arcane shocks landed on the whirling axe blades, each blow less than a fiftieth of a second apart. But each blow was striking in a constant whirlwind, in the same position on the left side of the blade that changed position all the time in the sky.

From left to right, the [Arcane Impact] on the twelve magic circles blasted out, and the hands of the thirty-six mages were also blasted out of the arcane missiles.

Unknowingly, the dignified [Blood Roar] was actually taken crookedly. (To be continued.) )