In this case, a lot of things can be explained.

Lothar really didn't know that he had been secretly prepared so many backhands without knowing it, and it was really shuddered to think that if the old man in front of him was an enemy.

"I know it's urgent, but I still need a reason. Why would you help us?" Lothar looked directly at Duke, who was pretending to be an old man.

Duke stretched out his hand, revealing two specially made old palms, and gently pulled open the small half of the hood, revealing a handful of gray beards.

"Just because I'm human, is that a good reason?"

Lothar's body shook.

Isn't it a matter of course that in the face of an inexplicable foreign invasion, human compatriots should unite to defend against foreign enemies?

Lothar said, "We have a lot of wounded soldiers. We will never abandon our robes. ”

"Lads, second stage. As soon as Duke clapped his hands, a group of people suddenly came to the back mountain.

Lothar wasn't stupid, and he almost immediately recognized many of the people as lumberjacks from the nearby East Valley Lumberyards. They pulled a large number of long ox carts, which had been used to carry wood, and eagerly helped the unwounded warriors of the griffin legion to move the wounded soldiers to the ox carts.

Lothar was dumbfounded, the other party was so prepared?!

Based on the performance of this mysterious mage just now and now, Lothar is finally sure that he has met a nobleman.

Lothar beckoned to the warriors: "Let's retreat first." ”

Some soldiers objected on the spot: "No, how can we soldiers let civilians stay behind?"

Duke smiled: "Hehe, you are wearing heavy armor, can you run faster than these unarmed javelinmen? So you don't have a problem, do you?"

As soon as Duke spoke, the soldiers around him not only stood in awe, but even the wounded soldiers who were lightly wounded stood up in unison, put their palms on their chests, and raised their long swords to the sky.

Sword salute!

A warrior is the most solemn courtesy to a worthy person.

Three hundred warriors, including Lothar, saluted Duke.

Duke waved his hand in a chic manner: "You guys go first." Don't stop me from killing orcs. I'll catch up with you in a moment and show you the second act. ”

As Duke spoke, a javelin-thrower, unwounded, who was hiding in the firing hole of the fortress, howled.

Duke's eyes froze, and a few words squeezed out between his teeth: "Curse of Pain!"

Lothar's face was also bad: "Your Excellency, I ......"

With a wave of his hand, the curse was lifted by Duke: "You guys go, this is a mage's war!"

Mage's War, what a mysterious word. But this word also clearly tells Lothar that this is not something that he can casually intervene in as a warrior.

With a heavy nod, Lothar descended the mountain with his men and Duke's javelinmen.

The entire hilltop fortress was empty again.

In front of the closed gates of the fortress, Duke stood alone in the wind, standing on a high place, the cool breeze with moisture in early spring blowing on his face, which was actually quite good, but unfortunately the strong smell of blood was really not pleasant.

Duke couldn't help but squint his eyes and stare downward, the winding hills, with corpses piled up on almost every elevated hillside. There are orcs, and more humans. Thousands of hideous-looking orcs stared at Duke as they let out a low roar, their fangs pointing toward the sky refracting strange glitters in the sunlight.

If it weren't for the fact that orcs don't have a habit of eating people, Duke might have worried that he would be torn apart and eaten after accidentally hanging up.

Now, Duke must buy time for the griffin legion's retreat.

The orcs wanted to rush up, but Duke's more than a hundred mage hands suspended in mid-air made the orcs who had only been taught a lesson a little afraid to approach.

"Ruin! does just one spellcaster scare you?" a hunchbacked orc in a black burqa appeared, and everywhere he went, the orcs immediately parted like a tide.

A guy with a status that is not low.

The only one who can be treated like this among the orcs is not the chief of the great clan, then there is only one possibility left - the notorious Shadow Council Warlock.

It was the first time he had seen these warlocks up close, and Duke felt amazing, reminding him of the tragic experience of being a mage and being abused by a warlock in the game.

Warlocks teach mages with Cerberus!

But, but, but you don't have a pet with you? Are you despising me?

No, no, maybe it's a succubus?

Obviously he has been a time-traveler for a long time, but Duke suddenly ran into a warlock, and he couldn't help but bring a little bit of a player's thinking.

It's a pity, looking at the other party's appearance, it shouldn't be Guldan. In that case, there is still a fight.

The two guys, Medivan the Guardian of the World and Gul'dan the Orc Warlock, are demigods in most game settings. Duke was unsure that he would face one of them when he was so weak.

Warlocks are masters of using demonic power to play with souls, and Duke is really not sure if he will become a ghoul when he dies at the hands of warlocks......

The warlock cried out. Duke can't understand the orc language, and the system elves can't translate it. Just seeing the system elf's indiscriminate translation of 'the imperial army wants you to surrender your gun and not kill', Duke wanted to strangle the system elf to death.

It's useless to say anything, and Duke is not interested in a human running to the orcs, so there is only one thing that can be done - Duke raised his middle finger high.

Well, this is Duke's starting move to unleash [Blizzard].

If in the game, the mage unleashes [Blizzard] on the Warlock, it is brain-dead.

But the reality was obviously different, within the range of the [Blizzard], the ice ridge fell sharply, which interfered with the warlock's vision very well.

The opponent fired back with a [Shadow Arrow], but under the System Elf's ballistic judgment assistance system, Duke only moved sideways to the right, allowing the [Shadow Arrow] to shoot at the huge fortress gate.

Without hesitation, one hundred and eight mage hands suddenly copied out the guys from all over the fortress.

"I'm sorry, I'm not an ordinary mage! If you don't have any other tricks, then die!"

Twenty-eight javelins were thrown in a frenzy, from the sky to the earth, blocking almost all angles of the orc warlock.

Almost at the same time, Duke was hit. Numerous horrified visions suddenly appeared in his mind. Those were the fragments of fear that lurked within him, and he had completely forgotten them.

Suddenly, Duke saw a huge poisonous snake leap up in the dead of night, open its mouth full of fangs, and bite him in the face.

The fear, the pain was so real, that Duke let out an exclamation almost instantly.