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What a slap in the face!

Arthas worked hard to calculate, and finally got a chance to kill one of the other party's mages first, and he was stopped and pulled a bomb like a slap in the face?

Although he didn't care much about his appearance after becoming a death knight, he didn't have much face when he was blown up.

Alsace is aggrieved!

Suddenly there was a wild roar.

It seemed that he was just an itchy throat, and only Duke could see it under the special vision of the system elves, that faint green brilliance.

Nima, two fools are letting the plague go?

"Dispel!" Actually, without Duke saying, the two paladins were already doing it.

The divine brilliance drove away the plague that lurked in the orc heroes, but it could not drive away the plague germs in the surrounding air.

At this time, Duke struck again.

An ice tornado that enveloped the surrounding area with a diameter of tens of meters rose in an instant.

This ice tornado itself is not too lethal, but anyone can feel the air around them.

There is no longer the smell of blood that is so rich that it cannot be dissolved, almost people swim in the blood plasma, and there is no more faint disgusting, in fact, the smell of plague dust spreading. All that remained in the air was the refreshing aura of holy light emanating from the two paladins.

At this moment, even a fool knows that Arthas's tricks were once again restrained by Duke.

Orgrim wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in the ancient shamanic language, "Gouyle, watch well and watch how Duke pushes his prey into the abyss step by step. The method of hanging your prey at minimal cost is what you must learn to be a good leader. ”

Thrall's pupils shrank suddenly.

That's right!

Regardless of whether the Horde will continue to fight against the Alliance after this battle.

The only thing that is certain is that the tribe is no longer the tribe that it used to be with a big family and a big business, and it seems to have an endless source of soldiers. It is true that the orcs are indeed a powerful and heroic race, but it is a pity that the orcs at hand are only in their early 100,000s, and they have to fight two more battles of this level to fight a fine battle.

I have to admit that Duke's style of play is the most suitable for the survival of orcs.

At this time, Thrall has not cultivated the way of shamanism, and his martial arts as a warrior are far from the extreme, so he is even a pressure formation, but he is actually studying hard, learning the way of battle and the way of domination.

There, after the elven prince began to support a few of his strikers with precise magic, Arthas finally found himself in an embarrassing situation.

Duke makes a move from time to time, and there is an Antonidas by Duke's side!

Even if this Speaker Kenrito is already old, but the Dawn Mage is the Dawn Mage, and the Dawn Mage, who represents the highest combat power in the mortal world, how can he ignore it at will?

Arthas hesitated for a moment to play the card.

At this moment, Duke spoke leisurely: "Locked, right?"

"Locked!" Antonidas raised his beard, and he had the aura of an archmage of the sun.

"Then it's bothering the master. Duke half-bowed.

"For the Alliance!" the words fell, and Antonidas flashed, spanning a distance of two hundred meters, and suddenly appeared in the middle of a large number of zombies and ghouls.

To change a mortal, that is to look for death.

For a powerhouse of his level, this is the stage for him to use magic wantonly.

The ordinary mage's [Frost Nova] is only a few yards away.

Antonidas's [Frost Nova] is like throwing a 10,000-ton boulder on the surface of a wide and calm lake, setting off an exaggerated ice wind wave that is at least fifteen meters high.

"Wow!" Within a radius of 100 meters, whether it was a weak zombie, skeleton soldier and ghoul, or a stronger caveman and gargoyle, or even a banshee in a half-spirit state, they all turned into hard ice sculptures under Antonidas's great move.

"Whew-" An ice storm blew, and in the violent cold wind, the robes of the Dawn Archmage stirred in the wind, and the hunting sounded.

The ice sculpture one moment was shattered into ice slag on the spot the next moment and blown away by the wind.

Then, a huge winged creature that didn't exist visually was blown out.

It was a humanoid creature over five meters tall, with a pair of large purple-blue bat wings, and wearing silver-rimmed carved armor on a blue background. Seeing the goat's horns on his head that curved outward, a term that made everyone shudder pop into their minds - the Dreadlord!

In the endless expansion, conquest and destruction of the Burning Legion, many races have joined the Burning Legion, and the Dreadlord is the best among them.

These horned creatures have the strength of the elite warriors of Eredar in no way.

After 10,000 years, they have long since fully integrated into the Burning Legion, and also play the role of high-level commanders in the entire Legion.

This Dreadlord seems to be surprised that he was blown up.

Immediately, with a hideous smile on his face, he touched Antonidas's left hand on his chest and gave an aristocratic greeting salute: "Salute to you, the strong man of the human race, I am the Dreadlord Keslanatir. Am I fortunate enough to hear your name?"

is so polite that people can't help but associate this ugly-faced demon king with those noble butlers.

Antonidas snorted coldly, "Before you die, you will know my name!" With that, he raised his staff, and a surging wave of ice suddenly swept towards the Dreadlord with a surging wave.

In the next second, one person, one demon, and the two started a chase battle.

After a few blinks of an eye, I don't know where the two of them fought.

It was only then that Duke finally stepped into the battle circle as if he were wandering around his back garden.

"Yo, Arthas, give you one last chance, and if you can still beg your Lich Lord for reinforcements, then hurry. Otherwise, when I start doing it, you won't have a chance. ”

That's absolute confidence!

It's also absolute pride!

Beside it, hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting fiercely.

Every moment, every minute, every second, there is life withering, and then it is being swallowed up by the power of the canopy of the dead.

A brother a moment ago, a sworn enemy a moment later!

It's obviously so chaotic, it's a chaotic battle situation.

When he came to Duke, he had a feeling that everything in the world could not escape Duke's calculations and would definitely fall into his pocket.

Sal clenched the steel battle axe in his right hand, the five fingers of his left hand were clenched into a fist, and the surrounding area was frosty white, and Sal found himself in a cold sweat in this cold atmosphere.

Is this the same Duke Marcus who wiped out millions of orcs and single-handedly turned the war around? )