Duke looked up, his gaze slightly upward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn this chess space, time and space have disappeared. Walking through the battlefield where swords and swords are intertwined, looking into the distance is an endless black and white grid, and looking up at the sky, there is a blank nothingness.

The only thing you can pay attention to is your own opponent.

Over there, Lothar fought to the death against the Black Hand of the Great Chieftain.

This is not an easy task. The combat power of the tribe side is higher, the orcs can afford it, but the human side can't afford it, and when the fish people and jackals on both wings are defeated, it will be the end of the human side.

Anduin had to storm it.

This is definitely good news for the orc Great Chief, who prefers to be just front-on. The huge hammer was heavy and swift.

Under the super strength of the black hand's superhuman imagination, the violent wind pressure that seemed to have a hill collapsing with every swing almost overwhelmed Lothar.

The movements of the partial black hand are so fast that each hammer is like a phantom. Lothar didn't pay attention, and was forced to hammer his swords to intersect, and Lothar was almost killed in an instant.

The longsword is a light weapon, and compared to a heavy weapon such as a hammer, it is inherently resistant to combat.

Not to mention that the Black Hand's sledgehammer is specialized. It weighs more than 300 pounds alone.

Almost at the moment of the exchange, Lothar was already scolding himself in his heart, why should he fight with this monster whose strength rivaled that of a legendary giant.

Because this hammer almost broke his king's sword.

Don't look at the long sword in Lothar's hand as a light weapon, in fact, after inheriting the will of Emperor Soladin and infusing countless ancestors with the desire for freedom and survival, this sword of the king is already a semi-divine weapon that has surpassed the epic level and is close to the artifact level.

Don't look at its blade, which is thin and slender compared to the hammer of the black hand, it is completely a thing that can be broken when it is smashed, and it is hard and tough...... Well, Lothar remembers playing with the sword of kings as a kid and sticking holes in the marble.

However, it was such a demigod sword, fighting against the hammer of the black hand, and it still let out a muffled snort that went straight to Lothar's heart.

Even if it wasn't to the level of sorrow, it still made Lothar dispel the idea of fighting hard and winning quickly.

Lothar glanced over to Garona.

The fierce female orc was pressing the black-handed lieutenant Orgrim to beat him hard. It looks like Garona has the absolute upper hand.

Garona's figure flickered, and the cold light of the dagger used to travel back and forth created terrifying finger-deep scars where Orgrim's red fruit came out.

If Orgrim were human, he would have bled to death in no time, even if he hadn't been severely injured. It's a pity that the vitality of orcs cannot be measured by human standards. What's more, the other party is obviously not a real living orc.

Orgrim's ferocity is undiminished.

Rather, Lothar was more concerned about Garona.

Thieves have a natural disadvantage against warriors. It seems that the offensive is very fierce, and as soon as the warrior is not careful to fight back, the thief will kneel. Warriors have thick skin and meat, and there are countless opportunities to make mistakes. The thief can't, and if he misses a move, the result is likely to be fatal.

Of course, it was Duke who worried Lothar the most.

Duke gave Lothar a strange feeling, obviously the texture of the breath was earth-level, but the feeling of playing out was like a sky mage. Well, even if Duke is like his master, he also hides his strength. But that Guldan gave Lothar the feeling that it was like the strength of Guldan's body was directly chasing Medivan!

Even if the strength of this Guldan's virtual image is greatly reduced.

Duke will have at least one Morning Star mage-level opponent to face!

How long does Duke last?

Lothar couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Duke is indeed in super trouble.

This Gul'dan's strength is ridiculously high!

The system elf has been constantly brushing out all kinds of warning words on Duke's retina, and Duke has to scold the system elf angrily: "The master is now going to be the mirror image of the death challenge Guldan, don't give another warning." ”

This made the system elf pause for a moment.

The lower level of magic is destined to be unable to shake the higher level of mystical power. From the very beginning, Duke knew it. Without the [Capacitor] that was just typed, Duke would not be able to do anything to compete with this Gul'dan mirror. That crushing magic can negate any offensive or defensive spell that Duke throws without a trace.

With Capacitors, everything is different.

No matter what variations appear in Karazhan's chess levels. In essence, Chess Guan is still a boss for Karazhan.

If there is such a thing as an item level in this real world, then the level of [Capacitor] must be similar to or even the same as the difficulty of the chess level.

This presents a bug that Duke can exploit, allowing him to hurt Gul'dan in the chess space with such a low strength.

It's still the gorgeous arcane missile barrage that brightens up blindly.

The "Boom" tail of the arcane missile piercing the void filled everyone's eardrums from the moment it started. The arcane missiles that were counteracted by Gul'dan's mage shield weren't the point.

The focus is on the lightning effect that triggers after an Arcane Missile Critical Hit.

[Capacitor], an accessory with no limit on the trigger frequency at all, is no less than a real artifact for Duke at this moment.

Others only heard the sound of "crackling" electricity.

At first, it was just a mage's hand around Duke carrying electricity, but later, the frequency of lightning was so frequent that everyone could only see that the entire space around Duke's body was filled with dazzling electric light.

Countless lightning bolts shot out from near Duke and rained down on Gul'dan. The twisting electric snake let out a hideous roar, sweeping the floor tiles wantonly, and even leaving terrifying scorched black electric marks on the white spaces of the floor tiles.

"Impossible!!" the Gul'dan roared angrily, and he unceased to blast the flames of destruction at Duke. Every flame was qualitatively and quantitatively superior to Gul'dan, yet every flame was crushed in mid-air by countless lightning arrows.

The mirror image of Gul'dan is completely incomprehensible, why is this happening?

Why would a low-level mage who could only unleash a weak arcane missile be able to unleash such a large number of lightning attacks in an extremely weak state that could hurt him?

He began to doubt himself.

In the end, the human on the other side is his opponent, or the strange ornament pinned to his waist is his opponent. This brainless trigger jewelry that puts the cart before the horse can actually threaten him?

If this Gul'dan had a true sense of self, he would have gone crazy.