The scene in front of me was extremely strange. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lothar was almost so angry with Duke that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she didn't know what expression to use to face Duke.

At first glance, Duke is so tall.

His short black hair stood upside down due to the fluctuations in arcane energy. Dressed in the robes of the classic Stormwind Royal Mage Regiment, Duke held two balls of blue-purple arcane energy in his hands, standing at the center of the entire battlefield.

Countless mage hands made of glowing white light floated in the air, and the barrage of purple-blue arcane missiles that continued to shoot out reflected the relaxed look on Duke's face.

Obviously not tall, maybe because he is too young, Duke's height is even shorter than everyone on the scene, and everyone thinks that he is taller and majestic than anyone else. A pair of black eyes are like obsidian embedded in the eye sockets, deep and wise.

Countless arcane lights flickered in the palm of his hand or his mage's hand, and went where it needed to be.

Or take on Gul'dan's fireballs, or save a human elite soldier who was almost killed by the opposing orc guards. Lothar had caught glimpses more than once that his men were in near-mortal danger, only to be saved by the lightning arrows unleashed by Duke with 'multicasting'.

A flash that is close to [blinding], or a direct attack, every time Duke's rescue seems so understated, but it is just right.

Unsuspecting guys will also think that Duke God is blowing up the sky, not only beating opponents easily, but also having an extremely loose margin to cover his teammates.

Actually, it's not his meow at all.

Duke is the underdog, okay!

Lothar finally couldn't help but yell, "Hey, Duke, do you need help?"

In fact, no one is free to help Duke, the problem is that Lothar is not at ease!

"Calm. I can't win on my side, but don't think I'm losing. If I delay time, I can drag it out for a day and a night. "Anyway, Duke still has time to use an instant [Flame Explosion Technique] to help Lothar fool the big chief's black hand.

"Well done!" Taking advantage of the gap created by Duke, Lothar struck the Black Hand hard, the sharp tip of the sword, which was sharper than a nail, easily pierced into the gap in the armor under the Black Hand's left ribs, piercing a wound at least five centimeters deep, and Lothar was absolutely sure that he had stabbed the edge of the Black Hand's lung.

"Roar—" The Black Hand let out an angry roar, and he turned his head and glared fiercely at Duke with bloodshot eyes.

The Black Hand actually gave up on Lothar and rushed straight to Duke!

"Shhh He also had to follow after him and chase after him.

The mirror image of the black hand of the great chief, even if it is not the deity, that terrifying figure like a hill, no matter how brave the warrior is, it is easy to lose heart when he sees it. Lothar couldn't imagine what it would be like for Duke, who should have little actual combat experience, to meet the black hand.

Duke was killed and the whole situation collapsed?

Even if you don't want to admit it, Duke is already the most important member of this assault force. In a sense, Duke's presence is as important as Lothar's commander.

"Bang, bang!" two sounds, and the two elite soldiers of Stormwind who tried to stop the black hand were easily knocked away. The huge iron hammer is one on the left and one on the right, it is just a very ordinary pendulum, and the kind of huge force that cannot be resisted is not at all something that ordinary humans can resist.

There was no longer a barrier between Duke and the Black Hand, and at this time, Gul'dan's mirror image also launched a fierce attack.

Furious flames enveloped Duke's body, and when he looked from Lothar's side, only Duke's vague figure could be seen. Not only the flames, but Lothar also felt a curse descending on her.

[Curse of Pain] plus [Ignite], and some spells of unknown origin, several warlock spells that would cause continuous damage poured down on Duke.

Not to mention that Duke still has to face the black hand, just Guldan's tricks are not something Duke can bear.

Not good!

To be bad!

In such a moment, Lothar felt his heart be pricked, and he almost wanted to throw his sword to save someone.

However, the gap between mediocrity and genius is manifested in this moment that should be incompatible.

Duke's original outgoing magic power, he instantly converged, and was actually restrained by him in the palm of his hand in less than a tenth of a second. What kind of powerful arcane energy control is required for this, Lothar doesn't know, he only knows that this level of magic skill, he has only seen it in Medivan, and even the Morning Star Mage can't reach it.

If the previous harvest could be regarded as an illusion, then the highly condensed arcane energy at this moment was instantly amplified between his palms, turning into a clear giant palm with five fingers, slapping the Great Chief's black hand upside down...... That hand alone was enough to make Lothar applaud.

This is not the end.

The fighting instincts of the orcs are frighteningly high.

Don't look at the black hand's weight is likely to be more than 500 pounds, his body has never been clumsy. Lothar had clearly seen that the black hand's body began to adjust in mid-air, and even if he made up for it, he might not be able to find a gap.

That's when Duke flashed.

His whole body suddenly turned into a streamer and disappeared in place, and when his figure reappeared, he was already at the side of the black hand.

With five fingers on his right hand, a cone-shaped icy sea breeze erupted from Duke's palm, covering the black hand. This isn't about how much attack power Duke's magic has, it's about the slow effect that ice magic often has.

A visible frost covered the black hand, from the feet of the black hand to the waist of the black hand. This made the black hand's efforts to adjust his position in the air come to naught.

The most important thing is that Lothar suddenly found that because the black hand was unable to adjust his body, his entire back heart was now obliquely facing him. Through the gap between the armor and the helmet behind the black hand, Lothar had a brilliant chance to kill.

You must know that the black-handed big chief in the chess space is amazingly powerful, and this shameless person is actually wearing two sets of armor, the outside is a steel plate armor full three centimeters thick, and the inside is an unknown leather armor. This made it difficult for Lothar to find a chance to kill with one hit.

Now it's different. Thanks to this rare position, Lothar's longsword was able to pierce without any problems.

"Huh-" The king's sword pierced the muscles between the stamina and the shoulder blades from front to back, and plunged straight into the heart of the black hand.

For a moment, Lothar wondered if this bizarre chess space would be a default, such as counting orcs as undead or something.

Obviously, Lothar's worries were unnecessary.

Hundreds of thunderbolts suddenly struck down in the blank sky.

The explosion of the "boom" made almost every fighter who was fighting lose his mind. Luckily, the chess level followed the rules. After those thunderbolts fell, all enemies, even the fishmen, naga, and gnolls summoned by Duke, disappeared without a trace.

"Won?" said Lothar, still in disbelief.