For every fireball, at least five orcs were blasted into the sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info When most of them fall has become a gradual cooling...... Corpse.

Almost instantly, the entire orc striker was ploughed by Duke in its entirety. Not to mention the loss of more than 1,000 people.

But the more serious blow lies in morale.

The momentum of the orc's rapid advance, at this moment, was like a poor worm sent to the gallows, obviously his limbs were still twitching and struggling, but his throat was tightly choked.

The incessant shouting of "Lok-tar, ogar!" came to an abrupt end.

In its place was a continuous stream of screams.

The third wave is a mysterious arcane missile.

It is completely different from the ordinary arcane missile, no one expected that a small arcane missile would cause a terrifying effect like being hit directly by a human cannonball. Many orcs screamed, and then their entire bodies turned into a rain of blood, shattered, and scattered to the ground.

This scene shocked not only the orcs, but also the Windranger sisters and Magni and others around Duke were shocked and inexplicable.

Duke didn't answer, he silently looked at the sentence in the system prompt:

"You have activated the Top-level Hypermagic Specialty [Arcane Energy Storm]: After activation, your spell damage is increased by 100% and your mana cost is increased by 50% for 30 seconds......"

Yes, the power is doubled, but the cost is also halved.

Under this kind of terrifying consumption, it is simply not something that a mere morning-star magic circuit of Duke can support.

Under the gaze of an unknown number of eyes, Duke was full of mana crystals that kept falling on the upper armor of the steam tank. These mana crystals, which were priceless and full of mana in the eyes of others, were only poured out of the space bag, and when they passed through Duke's hand, the mana inside was absorbed.

"Jingle Bell!"

Crystal blocks that lose their magical brilliance are as cheap as metal shells that pop out after a machine gun fire.

Other mages fight for mana, and Duke fights for money!

And the speed at which money is burned is no different from lighting a warehouse full of banknotes.

However, in the next second, Duke's magic poured out to a halt.

"Not good!" exclaimed more than one coalition commander on the battlefield.

[Mana Burning] -- this terrifying negative magic that has made countless mages smell and turn their faces has finally befallen Duke.

The purple-blue arcane brilliance that had been haunting Duke was violently driven away, and Duke's hair, hair, and even the mage robes on his body began to burn. This is not the harmless incineration of the flame elemental, this is the incineration that really burns the body.

"Duke!?" exclaimed the three Windranger sisters who had been standing on the top of the tank and guarding Duke at the same time.

"I'm fine. "There was no screaming, Duke snorted and decisively activated the [Ice Barrier]!

The surging frost element gushing out of his body quickly drove away the [Living Bomb] magic from Baron Garton. After another second, Duke lifted the Ice Barrier and continued to pour magic on the Horde.

Just three seconds later, however, Duke was struck again.

"No ......"

"Ding!" Duke activated the [Rapid Cooldown] in one breath, forcibly calming his ice magic circuit, allowing himself to open the [Ice Barrier] again in a short period of time and defeat the [Living Bomb].

The once-stalled magic attack was launched again, and Duke was completely single-handed, opening up a desperate way to survive for Uther's charge.

"Duke! That's enough! You've done your best!" Aurelia is not an uninformed woman, and her background as a High Elf makes her know that even if she masters the [Rapid Cooldown], the [Ice Barrier] used by the mage to save her life can only be opened twice at most in a short period of time.

"Duke—" Wen Resa was even more anxious and almost cried.

Sylvanas looked at Duke with a complicated expression, she wanted to say something, but was silent. The more time she spent with Duke, the more she understood why her sister and sister were desperately obsessed with this somewhat ordinary-looking little human mage......

"No! It's not enough! The tribe's formation hasn't opened yet! I still have a way to kill myself!"

Soon, everyone knew what Duke's method was.

Duke actually took turns using his magic circuit, not ordinary, but almost destructively.

The essence of [Mana Burning] is to ignite the mana in the magic circuit, as many points of mana as there are, there are as many points of damage, from another angle, without mana, there is no damage.

Duke was fighting for his life. He concentrates all his mana in a certain magic circuit for a short period of time, and continues to attack with relative magic. When his mana burns, he uses up all the mana in that magic circuit in the shortest possible time. After the effect of [Mana Burning] is completed, although the magic circuit has been slightly damaged due to spontaneous combustion, he can immediately use another magic circuit to continue attacking.

[Thunder] is broken with [Tempest], followed by [Tempest] followed by [Frost], then [Fire], and finally [Arcane]......

Before and after, Duke actually hit the [Mana Burn] seven times, and he actually survived all of them.

Everyone who witnessed this scene unconsciously had tears in their eyes.

Seven times [Mana Burning] without a high-level priest by his side! Who doesn't know that a mage's mana is much stronger than his life force? This is tantamount to Duke stepping into the gates of hell seven times, and then violently retracting his feet.

Will it be costless?

No!

On the contrary, it was an extremely high price that all mages in the world were not willing to pay!

For a long time to come, even if Duke uses such an apprentice-level magic again, it is very likely that the magic in his body will collapse and die on the spot.

"Duke! Enough! Enough! Leave it to us!" Winresa on the left and Aurelia on the right, the two sisters hugged Duke deadly.

"Alright!" Duke's body twitched wildly in pain, but a satisfied smile spread across his face.

The rout of the Alliance's main front stalled, and the escaped Alliance soldiers began shouting "Long live the Alliance" and turned around and charged at the orcs in recklessness.

A golden blade with a divine aura appeared on the battlefield, and it swept through the vast scorched black earth at high speed, cutting diagonally into the sea of green.

After Duke's ten rounds of magic finally blasted a bloody path, Uther's twelve paladins were perfectly in front of the orc's vanguard, colliding with it.

Riding a horse that also shone with golden light, Uther plunged headlong into the battlefield, wielding a long hammer like a polo, drawing a brilliant arc from the bottom up.

"Poof!" with a single hammer, it shattered the great axe that stood in front of him, and the skull of the orc's owner. (To be continued.) )