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For those around him who are likely to meet their fate, Duke wants to turn their fate and history upside down so that they can escape the curse of death.

However, Duke was extremely entangled. Because there are too many historical changes, it is likely that he will not be able to touch those legendary historical moments that shocked his heart.

Like this moment, the incomparably famous Uther Twelve Paladins charged.

It was only after witnessing Uther's act of courage that Duke had the illusion that he had truly crossed over to join the epic battle.

"Not good! not enough space!" Lothar, who was still in the rear, suddenly noticed the problem. Orgrim was the first to spot Uther's desperate charge, and he actually gathered his guard before the Twelve Paladins of Uther charged!

At this moment, there were three chieftain-level guys, and nearly three hundred elite two-headed ogre guards were huddled together.

With such a thick lineup, it really doesn't even have a place to stand.

Uther just rushed over, it was a death sentence!

No matter how strong the momentum of the war horse under his crotch was, it was impossible to knock through the two-headed ogre weighing nearly a ton.

Who?

Who's going to cover Uther!?

As if hearing the exclamation in Anduin's heart, a miracle happened.

On the right flank of the Union, a new brilliance suddenly bloomed.

"Duke Marcus!?" exclaimed countless Alliance commanders.

Don't blame them for their consternation, because of the appearance of Baron Garton, almost all the mages and priests of the alliance began to leave. A wide area of [Mana Burning] with a range of unknown kilometers is definitely a nightmare within a nightmare for a low-ranking spellcaster.

The few mage regiments of various countries retreated, and the mage regiments of Dalaran also withdrew, and even Antonidas withdrew. Even if the news came that the [Dispel] of the High Priest could counteract such a mysterious attack that no mortal had ever seen, who would dare to fight when the battle situation was rotten?

Duke dare!

This is not only his clear understanding of Baron Garton, but more than that, it is ......

Guts!

Yes, no less than the weapons of the Twelve Paladins who launched the Death Charge.

At this moment, the five primordial paladins looked at Duke in unison. Even when they were hundreds of meters apart, they still felt Duke's will unmistakably.

Go, I'll make a way for you!

"Hahahaha!" Uther smiled rarely.

The five primordial paladins laughed.

The twelve paladins all laughed.

It was a maniacal laugh under the gaze of the Grim Reaper, facing the gates of hell.

This is because of the laughter that suddenly found a confidant under the horror of despair!

"Who mages all mages?" said Saidan Dasohan laughed as he galloped his horse.

"Yes, we have at least Duke Marcus!" Tirio Furding lightly touched the hammer with Tulayan, who was not far away.

"Hahaha! As long as he survives, whoever dares to say this in the future will be thrown in the face with a hammer!" Gavinrad laughed strangely.

At this moment, even if they were hundreds of meters apart, they could still feel as if Duke was standing behind them.

Duke abandoned his horse and stood on top of a modified steam tank. And the one who drove the tank for him was the king of the Copperbeard Dwarves and the great blacksmith Magni Copperbeard!

"Ready!" shouted Magni.

"Then let's get on!"

A pair of massive wings of light made up of 1,024 mage hands suddenly stretched out from behind Duke, and countless balls of light made of pure magic and five colors rose from various parts of his body.

A ball of azure light, infused with the power of the wind inherited from the Storm Altar.

The blue-white ball of light represents thunder and lightning waves from the same place.

The azure orb of light shows off the mage's inherent power of the Frost Element.

The purple-blue ball of light signifies the mystical arcane brilliance that has been passed down for thousands of years.

And the golden flame poured into the spirit of Duke and even the entire human race, which is the spirit of unruly resistance to fate and unyielding.

Thousands of five-colored balls of light and a [Generalissimo's Combat Staff] bloomed with a brilliance beyond the mortal world on this battlefield that had collapsed and eroded.

As if sensing the call of this light in the dark, many of the fleeing Alliance soldiers began to stop and stare in Duke's direction in a stupid manner.

The brilliance was so dazzling that people didn't even notice that the much larger Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasa, had arrived here.

With the terrible mechanical sound of the steam tank, the mage's hand hovering above Duke's left and right began to fire a volley.

This piece of heaven and earth suddenly seems to have rained the brightest meteor shower.

The glittering ball of magical energy burst into the orc's vision, drawing a terrifying arc that made people's hearts palpitate, announcing the arrival of death to every orc.

"Boom!"

The first wave of attacks is the most rapid [Chain Lightning]. More than three hundred huge chains of lightning longer than a flagpole rushed into the orc formation, winding and flickering.

The orcs with magic resistance were directly turned into charcoal, and the ones with high resistance were at least paralyzed by electricity and unable to move.

Immediately after, continuous flashes of flame erupted one after another on the orc's left flank to the front.

"Boom, boom!"

The stormy explosion instantly enveloped the entire forward battle column of the orcs.

Many orc soldiers who had just arrived in Azeroth from Draenor were fortunate enough to encounter Duke, a terrifying mage who could be called 'a mage group in one person', on the battlefield of the Eastern Kingdoms for the first time.

Not every orc comes from the Blackstone clan, which is naturally highly resistant to flames.

Just touching the flame element, which is wrapped under the shallow elemental skin, immediately releases all the magical power contained in it once it is forced. The flames burned everything it touched in an instant—hair, skin, flesh, bones.

The explosion of flames brought not only terrifying burning power, but also extremely terrifying impact, and the terrifying explosion shock wave acted on the orc infantry, directly blowing people apart and flying with severed limbs.

The guy who was hit by the fireball first, of course, died immediately and couldn't die again.

The secondary damage caused by the fireball explosion should not be underestimated.

A broken sledgehammer hammer shot at the orc next to him like a cannonball, and the heavy left shoulder armor made of the black iron dwarf on the guy's body was first deformed by the force, and then every bone on the entire arm was shattered by the huge force.

The terrifying momentum that had not yet been completely extinguished sent the hammer head flying out with the unfortunate ghost it had hit. The breastplate of the orc's left rib sank inward in an instant during the process, directly pretending the ribs, left lung, and even the heart, which should have been well protected, into a pile of sloppy minced meat. (To be continued.) )