Five Elements!?

When he first saw this fabled orc enemy, Thrall thought Duke was just a clever man. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But when he saw that Duke actually manipulated five elements at the same time and appeared in front of him in a form that did not conflict with each other, Thrall was shocked.

Thrall had heard of the human being being able to use the [Frost and Fire Arrow] that mixed the elements of frost and fire at the same time, and he really hadn't heard of anyone who could unify the five elements without conflicting.

Arcane, Fire, Frost, Thunder, Storm!

The five destructive elements were perfectly blended together, and it seemed that they could not be separated from the body too far, and the five-colored magic ball did not go beyond Duke's palm from beginning to end, and Duke had to push it out in a melee manner, bombarding Arthas's arm at close range.

No one noticed that the moment it came into contact with Arthas's armarm, the sphere that looked like a ball of light turned into a sword-shaped shape within a hundredth of a second, and sliced through Arthas's armarm, the muscles of his arm, and the arm bones that had become incomparably hard after being infused with dark power.

Others only saw the frost armor of Alsace just now, which was many times harder than the turtle shell, and after being blasted to the chest position by Grom, the arm armor was once again destroyed by the multicolored energy ball.

It's not that Alsace doesn't have high defense, it's that there is nothing in the world that can achieve true all-attribute defense. Just like the [Frost and Fire Arrow], it aims to break through the opponent's weakest resistance.

The same is true of Duke's magic, which he has called the "Colorful Sword".

To Duke's surprise, Arthas's weakest resistance was not fire, but ......

It doesn't matter anymore, because Orgrim has come up to mend the knife, oh, the mending hammer!

Ogrim wouldn't mind smashing Duke and Arthas into charred bolognese. Provided, of course, that the Duke who cut off Arthas's arm with the Great Colored Sword is the real thing.

Just before the hammer of destruction was about to crash down, the Duke in front of Arthas vanished.

Orgrim noticed that when Duke appeared, all of Duke's other phantom clones had disappeared, and the only remaining Duke, who was hiding behind Abidis with a shield and a one-handed sword.

Should I say that it really deserves to be Duke Marcus?

Shrewd at all times is scary!

Arthas, who even had a broken arm, naturally lost the last chance to counterattack.

Without further hesitation, Orgrim descended from the sky with a hammer of supreme might.

"Boom-" The earth shook violently, and when the hammer landed on the chest of the Death Knight, the ground around the two of them rose high due to the impact of the great force, and all the surrounding areas were flooded with flames within a radius of 100 meters.

The power of Orgrim's full blow was beyond the imagination of mortals.

Blinded by the sight and dazzled by it, Thrall couldn't help but turn around and fall down, and realized through extremely calm thinking in the fierce impact that Orgrim had succeeded.

It was a full five or six seconds before Thrall cautiously opened his eyes and saw the horrific scene on the battlefield.

Due to the blows of the [Hammer of Destruction], the earth was burned to the ground in an instant. Before, the elven prince burned only the corpse, but now he burned everything.

Grass, low trees, cluttered stones, and even the groves in the distance were blown away in an instant. Huge concentric circles centered on those two appeared on the grassland.

When the sand reached its melting point, it emitted a foul smell, and the smell was very pungent, and even glassy molten material could be seen around.

The flames of chaos were gone, and everyone looked to the center again, and Orgrim was a victor, holding the Hammer of Doom in his left hand and the Death Knight in his right hand, holding his broken body high.

Arthas was miserable, with a large charred hollow in his heart, and the view behind him could be seen from his chest, and it was purely the armor that had not yet been completely shattered and the only remaining ribs supporting the form of a human.

The once noble and holy Prince Lordaeron is about to end his sins in the official first battle after the fall.

He closed his eyes tightly, his head bowed, and to his right, the severed arm, swaying in the wind.

It should be over......

Seeing this scene, almost everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hahahaha! I can't play it, dirty Death Knight!" Grom laughed and walked over with the legendary axe [Blood Roar].

"Chop off his head and give the body to the paladin, the humans are better than us when it comes to purifying the undead!" Orgrim commanded, turning his head to Duke.

Duke smiled and nodded.

Originally, they were more eager to cut off the head of Arthas, the most evil man who killed his father and destroyed the country. Duke had no opinion, and Mograini and the two had to admit it. Thankfully, they can also cleanse the wicked, stinking souls of Arthas.

It must be refreshing to listen to the wailing of the soul of this fallen man who was once a paladin like them.

Over there, Grom grinned and raised his axe, his hard fangs looking particularly domineering at such times.

"I'd love to ......"

Halfway through Grom's words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Because, Ogrim is asleep.

Asleep on this noisy battlefield?

Fall asleep before giving the final blow to the enemy?

What the hell!?

"[Sleep]?" Duke was a spirit, and he immediately realized why this was, and immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "Beware of the Dreadlord -"

Dreadlord - This highly intelligent monster that exudes powerful demonic powers is an unbelievably terrifying being, a ruler of darkness and psychology. These brutal and evil creatures are the Burning Legion's most capable commanders.

Any Dreadlord has at least the same strength as a peak mage of the Radiant Moon.

As if to confirm Duke's shout, in the next second, everyone present was attacked by countless insects at the same time.

It was a collection of monster bugs with hideous looks and sharp mouthparts, almost every bug the size of a fist, and although the two mages before Orgrim, Blaze and Duke, immediately cleared most of the bugs with magic, everyone was inevitably disturbed.

[Swarm Storm]!?

At this moment when time was almost condensed, a shocking change that no one expected happened.

Arthas's severed arm actually floated into the void on its own, and then stabbed the chest of the former Grand Chief Orgrim from the back sword.

It was a sword without suspense, the sharpness of a god-level magic weapon was not at all something that any well-trained body could resist, and it was conceivable that at this moment, Orgrim's heart was broken in at least two halves. (To be continued.) )