Some things are lost before they feel precious.

For example, Medivan.

With the guardians of Azeroth and the strongest mage in the world at his disposal, King Ryan can face the most powerful Lordaeron in the human kingdom.

Orcs or something, even if there are more, it's a matter of biu, biu, biu a few times.

Teach orcs to be human in minutes.

Right now......

Alas, it's all tears.

At this moment, Lothar has not yet confirmed that Medivan is the culprit who has plunged the entire kingdom into a crisis of annihilation. But he knew one thing clearly, even the elite griffin army was like this, and ordinary local garrisons and noble private soldiers were no opponents.

If this continues, the Stormwind Kingdom will definitely be destroyed at the hands of these green-skinned humanoid monsters.

I have thought countless times that if I have the life to go back this time, I will definitely persuade Ryan to mobilize the seven human kingdoms to resist this green frenzy.

That's just thinking about it.

Until, a mysterious black-robed mage floated over from the opposite mountain peak.

No one would have noticed him, but the problem was that this mage's appearance was so cool. Not only did he freeze the entire front of the orcs in one breath while floating, but he also brought more than a hundred [Mage Hands] that kept firing [Arcane Missiles].

Mobile spellcasting isn't too advanced a skill, and many formal mages do.

But in the mobile casting, more than a hundred mage hands are controlled to fire at the orcs, and almost all of them are hit, which is terrifying.

Anduin Lothar almost lost his mind.

Saying that this black-robed mage is powerful, it feels like he uses low-level spells.

This kind of power to turn the whole situation around in a short period of time with the power of one person is really terrifying. I'm afraid that half of the Wang family mage group will come, and it will have such an effect.

For a moment, Lothar almost thought that her old friend Medivan had changed his ways.

It was definitely not Medivan, and that strange arcane energy brilliance was definitely not Medivan's.

"Lothar, get your men out at once! Old man, I have a few great gifts for these brutes. It was still the old voice, and Lothar was stunned for a moment.

Duke knew that Lothar would not believe it, it was also a [Mage Communication], Lothar gritted his teeth and nodded after all.

"We're going to retreat as a team, and there will be people covering us. ”

Lothar ordered. He didn't believe the words of the mysterious old man, but he was in a worse condition than Simus. Seamos had already retreated first, and if he didn't retreat, his army would be destroyed faster when the orcs outflanked him.

As the remnants of the Griffin retreated up the hill, Lothar waited for the cover the mysterious old man had spoken.

That's hundreds of bizarre 'long arrows'. Lothar's sharp eyesight clearly saw that these 'arrows' were longer and more peculiar than the bows of the archers of the Stormwind Kingdom. Originally, I thought that this was the long arrow that the elven rangers loved, but after looking closely, Lothar was stunned to find that these 'long arrows' were not fired from a bowstring at all, and similarly, they were not ballistas.

It is impossible for Lothar to understand that this is a black technology brought by Duke that can be replicated in this era.

As a player who has also played the game "Total War - Rome 2", Duke accidentally turned over a piece of information when he was in pain, and he forgot this information himself, and was actually found by the system elves.

That is the Roman heavy javelin

The tip of the heavy javelin is specially made:

First, one of the rivets of the heavy javelin head was replaced with a wooden one, so that the javelin broke immediately after impact, so that the enemy could not pull it out completely and throw it back.

Then, the great Julius Caesar also improved this javelin by adding a hard iron tip to the soft metal rod, so that the javelin was more penetrating, but the tip of the spear head was not quenched in its entirety, and it would be bent and difficult to pull out after impact. Later, light javelins with lead mounds at the wood-iron junction appeared, which flew longer ranges.

So what Lothar saw was the re-javelin that had been refined for three generations and finally completed.

At the top of the hill, hundreds of young men who were themselves fishermen threw javelin after javelin. After months of training, they had become adept at throwing such bizarre javelins. Little did they know, however, that Duke had not trained them to hunt whales in the first place, but to be javelinmen.

A fluttering bow and arrow can't fatally wound a strong orc, but a javelin is different. Heavy, purpose-made javelins, drawing wonderful parabolas through the void, flew over the heads of the stunned Griffon Legion warriors and plunged precisely into the burly bodies of the orcs.

Under the acceleration of gravity, the javelin became a weapon to spread death, and more than once I saw the orcs that were inserted in the vital point fly out upside down, rolling down the hillside, and even ping-pong knocked over several orcs.

Combined with Duke's arcane missile barrage, the Javelins easily suppressed the offensive of the entire orc legion.

The javelins in the bunkers on the top of the hill poured seemingly endless rain down on the orcs, and the entire mountainside echoed with the screams of the orcs, the cheers of the griffin legion soldiers, and the "whining" of the wind.

"Good! Good! Good kill! Friends at the top of the mountain, we are brothers from today on!"

The warriors of the Griffin Legion, seeing their robes fall one by one, were powerless against these savage and vulgar green-skinned monsters, and they had long held their breath. Now seeing the orcs suffering heavy casualties, of course they cheered!

Only Lothar was awake, and he knew that such an attack could not last.

"Warriors, bring your robes and weapons! future recruits of the Griffin Legion will need the legacy of these warriors. "Lothar has realized that in the event of an all-out war like this, the weapons output of Stormwind's craftsmen simply won't be enough.

The road to the top of the mountain was not easy to walk, but it was nothing for the Griffon Legion warriors who were not yet exhausted. On the top of the hill, Lothar took off his sweaty helmet, and he was shocked to find that it was a group of tanned fishermen who had been desperately shielding them.

Shirtless and screaming, they continued to give bundles of javelins to the orcs as gifts of death. The nearest orcs were also pinned down a hundred meters away.

Lothar immediately thought of something, and he walked over to Duke.

"Your Excellency, what is your relationship with Duke Marcus?"

"That boy, let's be my apprentice. Duke continued to speak with the voice-changing system that the system elves had helped to make, in an old-fashioned tone.

Lothar was very smart, and he immediately made up a lot of things in his brain. It turns out that Duke, who is a veteran of things, actually has such a mysterious and powerful teacher to support him, no wonder......