Fear flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, or rather, a malicious robber kicked open the door of Duke's heart and broke in with recklessness.

Duke's breathing quickened, and his pupils dilated.

However, he just turned a deaf ear to the system elf's hurried warning sounds.

There were many desperate and heart-wrenching scenes in Duke's mind, such as the terrifying white skeleton soldiers in horror movies who slashed at each other wielding rusty scimitars.

Another example is walking by the river, suddenly being pulled into the river by a huge black octopus tentacles, and struggling desperately in the icy water, but to no avail.

Duke struggled to shake off this terrifying vision, but the hallucination of fear that had been created from the depths of his memory had completely dominated Duke's five senses. Whether it is sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, they are all real feelings.

This terrifying feeling easily disturbed Duke's thoughts, and he felt that his energy was drying up, and his brain was in a pinprick pain, and at some point, from the corners of his forehead to his neck, to his back, his whole body seemed to have fallen into the water, and he was soaking wet.

Seeing Duke dancing clumsily, the newly deflated orcs burst into laughter.

The orcs who worship force are the most admired valiant warriors.

They instinctively hate spellcasters, but they have enough respect for the shamans of their tribes, and even for these newborn warlocks.

I thought this was another gorgeous torture feast for warlocks.

I thought that the mage, who was controlled by fear, would ridiculously run under the orc's axe and take a blow with his thin body.

However, the situation suddenly changed.

The hands of the mages, who were supposed to be gone, continued to onslaught, throwing a large number of javelins.

Unfortunately, the seemingly invincible Javelin tactics failed.

The orc warlock actually pulled out an axe and clanked the grid to fly away all the threatening javelins. If Duke had been awake, he would have woken up: before becoming a Warlock of the Shadow Council, almost all orc Warlocks had been shamans - shamans who could fight and cast spells.

Compared to a simple orc warrior, the shaman is the all-rounder of the tribe.

Duke's extraordinarily strange reaction also made the warlock Baltha puzzled. He really didn't understand how Duke, who had fallen into chaos in his fear spell, could manipulate the hands of those mages.

Obviously, these mage hands still operate relatively independently.

Countless purple-blue rays of light shot out from the mage's hand, and the furious arcane missile barrage hit the orc warlock who was casting spells.

But what even the system elves didn't predict was that the spell shot by the mage's hand actually bounced around after hitting the orc warlock's black robe, and then disappeared.

Spells are occult and energetic.

Just as a high-level mystery can suppress a low-level mystery, the more low-level arcane missiles with low energy density are rejected and rejected by the evil dark energy around the warlock.

"Host, host, wake up quickly, I can't bear it, wow!" the system elf croaked in Duke's mental world.

"Weak human, I don't know how you managed to fight back in fear, but it's over!

Along with the flames of destruction, the evil demonic power spreads in all directions endlessly, and this power not only infects the orcs who have already sucked the demonic blood, making them more violent and bloodthirsty.

Again, it affected Duke.

Suddenly, Duke felt that he was being underestimated.

Underestimated by a guy he only regarded as an experience monster.

His mental state was so strange that he didn't even notice the system prompts.

"Stimulated by an unknown demonic energy, you have triggered a negative soul state, the [Arrogance] of the Seven Deadly Sins. Your actions and actions will get out of hand, and both you and those affected by your Pride power will disdain to use any means of defense, and you will automatically choose the most powerful of all attacks, and if either team kills the other, it will deal a double morale blow to the enemy. You are immune to reduced morale, you are automatically affected by an effect equivalent to [Reckless Curse], you do not run away and are immune to fear. ”

"Hah-" Duke's body shook suddenly, and the orc warlock was shocked to find that the flames of destruction that were originally burning Duke's body had been gathered into Duke's hands.

Duke suddenly lifted his hood, revealing to the orc's eyes a white-haired, white-bearded old man with an arrogant and arrogant expression, and the corners of his mouth lifted high.

Duke spoke, a singular language that was neither a human lingua franca nor an orc.

Both sides can understand it.

This should be some kind of psychic communication that goes beyond body language.

"Listen up, green-skinned bastards, my name is Gained! Hundred-Handed Death Gained!"

"The world of Azeroth is Uncle Ben's playground, and you ugly monsters don't have a foot in it. ”

"I'll tell you, even Kil'Gardan, Gul'dan's backstage boss, I've killed me countless times!

"Whoever is interested, let me go back to where I am, or I will tell you what regret and despair are. ”

The words bombarded past, and the orcs were stunned. Who Kil'Gardan is, they don't understand, but Gul'dan's strength is clear to almost every orc.

The emaciated human actually said, 'Gul'dan is a fart?', and the orcs roared angrily after a brief moment of consternation.

But Duke's arrogance was undiminished, and he raised his chin high, looking down at the thousands of orcs with the eyes of a scumbag.

Gul'dan's power comes from demons, or Kil Gardan to be precise, which is a top secret, and not even many warlocks in the Shadow Council under Gul'dan know about it.

But the warlock in front of him was one, and he stretched out his strong arm and grabbed a chief beside him: "This arrogant guy is handed over to me, and you let your people not make a move." ”

Now the tribe, the big chief is the black hand. But as long as the chieftain has a little brain, he knows that the real power is actually in the hands of Gul'dan and his Shadow Council. The chief nodded, and roared at his men below.

Suddenly the audience was silent!

"Weak human beings, I, Baltha Gallon, will tell you now that the power of destruction is terrible!"

Duke raised a hand and hooked his index finger: "Here!"