Lothar patted young Boval on the shoulder: "Let's go." We'll talk about the details later. Since His Excellency was able to drag the orcs for so long, then he must have a back hand. ”

"Hindsight!?" Bolval's curiosity exploded.

"Let's go first!" said Lothar.

The griffon legions and Berval's 300-man cavalry crossed a wooded hill before the orc army could rush down the mountain, and crossed a river with a rather low water level along the pontoon and wooden bridges they had set up.

Feeling the moist spring air and looking at the low water level, Lothar thought thoughtfully.

Orcs, here it is.

The moment Lothar and the last warrior of the Griffon Legion crossed the pontoon bridge and stepped onto the opposite river beach, the already deafening roar of the orcs raised a notch, and the shrill cries of the orcs pierced the eardrums of Lothar, Berval, and the others.

A wave of green, even more terrifying than in the Red Ridge Mountains, squeezed out of the grove that had just been walked. In every gap between the trees, there were roaring orcs with weapons in their hands. There were so many of them that Lothar had to turn her head to catch up on the rapidly widening front of the orcs.

It's still the momentum that swallows mountains and rivers.

Young Bolval didn't feel much of it, but Lothar and Simos narrowed their eyes and looked earnestly at the ghostly jumble of flags, and then their faces changed again.

"Hell, these greenskins have increased their troops. ”

Although Lothar was not too clear, he still instinctively felt that there were at least thirty percent more flags than he had ever seen. Glancing at Simos, they knew what they were going to do.

Whether it is according to the agreement or driven by military common sense, they can no longer withdraw.

Once again, the Griffons are on a broken mission.

Fifteen hundred soldiers, at the place where they had just left the beach, formed three horizontal columns of five hundred men along the riverbank.

The soldiers, who were not too badly wounded, struggled to climb out of the car, almost with a brac, and stood behind their robes in a frustrated fourth column.

At this moment, Lothar suddenly realized that Duke had floated across the entire woods, gently floating in front of him.

Lothar knew that this was the mage's [Slow Fall Technique], but with such precision in the slow fall technique, the strength of this mysterious mage in front of her was unfathomable!

"Hello, Your Excellency. Lothar took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello, Sir Lothar, it seems that we have established a tentative mutual trust. In the back of Duke's words, he also asked Lothar to line up on the bank of the river, a little away from the river beach, Duke asked in an old voice, "You don't seem to be worried about hurting you now?"

"It's nothing, it's just a big deal to throw away the life you just picked up again for the same reason. Lothar smiled a bold smile, "Moreover, I don't believe you will harm me, because we are all humans." ”

"Yes, because we are all human. ”

Strangely, these two people, who were at least twenty years apart in age, easily found common ground.

"How was the fight with that spellcaster?" said Lothar with a smile on his face as Duke appeared. The result is yes, the question is how much to win.

Duke didn't speak, and threw out the orc warlock's skull staff, which seemed to absorb the blood of the beast, becoming less violent, but still fierce.

"Take it back and give it to the High Priest of Stormwind City. I think there will be people over there who will be interested. ”

"Shhh Lothar, Seamus, and Vortagan secretly gasped at the same time.

The mage's war is indeed mysterious.

But everyone knows that it's one thing to be able to beat the other side.

It's another thing to kill the other person.

It's more than twice as hard to kill than to defeat.

Now, this mysterious Taka is actually under the watchful eye of thousands of orcs, staging a mage's version of the capture of the flag?

What a great power!

Thinking of the previous Duke, who had almost single-handedly suppressed two waves of orc attacks and saved the entire griffin army, he thought of killing the opponent's powerful spellcaster in front of the battle this time.

The three of them couldn't help but raise Duke's evaluation by countless levels.

However, Duke's performance is not over yet.

Seeing that the fastest orc had already rushed to the river beach and was about to enter the water, the hearts of Lothar and the others suddenly hung into the air.

The water of this long river on the border is not deep, and for humans, the water that does not reach the waist is only as deep as a thigh in the eyes of tall and burly orcs, and it is not a problem at all.

If the orcs were allowed to charge, it would not take long for the orc army to cross the river to engage the griffin legions.

Sensing the gaze of the three military leaders, Duke smiled lightly, and then raised his right hand towards the orc.

In the void, twenty-four mage hands appeared.

They have the same posture as Duke's right palm.

Six seconds of chanting may seem like a long time, but under the battle of the army, it is equivalent to a short moment.

In the eyes of Lothar and the others, twelve fireballs flew and flew into the sky crookedly, bursting into fireworks-like fireworks.

The other twelve shot into the woods opposite, instantly setting the woods on fire.

These twelve fireballs are a good interpretation of what is called dry firewood, and the fire actually spread all at once.

Orcs who drink the blood of demons are irritable and brave, but they are not the same as berserkers who have completely lost their minds, and there are still too many things that make them instinctively afraid, such as flames.

Countless orcs turned into running humanoid torches in the blink of an eye.

They either rolled on the ground in agony, or they rushed madly into the river to extinguish the fire on their bodies, led by the more cerebral ones.

Lothar stared at the scene in front of her in amazement, her mouth squirming, and finally asked her own question: "It's still spring, and when we passed through the woods just now, it was still very humid." ”

Duke gave Lothar a blank look: "I can temporarily turn a few miles of land into an ice field, why can't I dry that grove a little?"

Simos, Bolvar, Lothar, they were completely stunned.

What a terrifying total amount of mana!

Is this guy really human?

That's right, Duke used [Dasong's scorching furnace], and his mana was not enough to make the entire forest so hot that it spontaneously combusted, but it was still possible to dry it a little.

This is the greatest benefit of his inheritance of the [Arcane Fire Circuit] from the Sun King. Although he was not yet a true Sky Mage, the three-month retreat had given Duke a terrifying mana far greater than that of most Sky Mages, and even compared to many Morning Star Mages, Duke was not at all worthwhile in terms of total mana.

Duke's fire trick was indeed awesome, and visually, at least two or three thousand orcs died in the fire.

However, compared to Duke's previous performance, Lothar couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes when he saw thousands of orcs rushing into the river and escaping.