Chapitre 82: Chapter 82 Warlock vs Mage
With this statement, many things can be explained.
Lothar couldn't believe that he had been secretly prepared with so many tricks without knowing it. If the old man in front of him was an enemy, he would have trembled with fear.
"I know the situation is urgent, but I still need a reason. Why did you help us?" Lothar stared at Duke, who was disguised as an old man.
Duke extended his hand, revealing two specially made elderly palms, gently pulled open the half hood, revealing a patch of white beard.
"Just because I'm human, is that reason enough?"
Lothar's body suddenly shook.
Yes! What a simple reason! Faced with the inexplicable invasion of outsiders, human beings unite to resist foreign enemies. Isn't this a natural thing?
Lothar said, "We have a lot of wounded. We will never abandon our comrades."
Lothar was not a fool. He almost recognized many of the civilian workers who came from the nearby logging camp. They pulled a large number of slender ox carts that were originally used to transport wood, and eagerly helped the uninjured soldiers of the Gryphon Legion to move the wounded onto the carts.
Lothar was stunned. The other party was so well prepared?!
With the mysterious mage's performance just now and now, Lothar finally confirmed that he had met a noble person.
Lothar waved to the soldiers, "Let's retreat first."
There was an immediate objection from a soldier, "No, how can we let civilians stay behind as soldiers?"
Duke smiled, "Hehe, you are wearing heavy armor, can you run faster than these unarmed spear throwers? Moreover, I will be the last one. You have no objection, right?"
As soon as Duke spoke, the surrounding soldiers not only respected him, but even the lightly wounded soldiers stood up in unison, placed their palms on their chests, and raised their long swords to the sky.
The sword ceremony!
The most solemn courtesy for a person worthy of respect.
Including Lothar, there were three hundred soldiers who saluted Duke.
Duke gracefully waved his hand, "You go first. Don't stop me from killing the orcs. I'll catch up with you later and show you the second act."
Just as Duke was speaking, suddenly a spear thrower hiding in a shooting hole in the fortress, who had not been injured, screamed in pain.
Duke narrowed his eyes and muttered through gritted teeth, "Curse of agony!"
Lothar's face also turned grim, "Your Excellency, I-"
With a wave of Duke's hand, the curse was dispelled. "You all go. This is a war of spellcasters!"
The term "War of spellcasters" was shrouded in mystery. But it was also clear to Lothar that this was not a battle he, as a mere warrior, could easily intervene in.
Lothar nodded heavily and led his men and Duke's spear wielders down the mountain.
The entire mountaintop fortress became deserted once again.
Standing alone in front of the fortress gate, Duke faced the wind alone. The feeling of the early spring breeze, with its slight moisture, brushing over his face was quite pleasant. Unfortunately, the strong smell of blood made it difficult for him to feel at ease.
Duke couldn't help but squint his eyes and stare below at the winding and twisting mountain slopes, almost every step of which was littered with bodies. There were orcs, but mostly humans. Thousands of savage orcs stared back at Duke, emitting low growls, their fangs reflecting strange glimmers under the sunlight.
If Duke didn't know that orcs didn't have a habit of eating people, he might have been worried about being torn apart and eaten if he were to fall.
Now, Duke had to buy time for the Gryphon Legion's retreat.
The orcs were eager to swarm, but the more than one hundred mages suspended in mid-air made the orcs, who had been taught a lesson not long ago, hesitant to approach.
"Useless! Scared off by just a spellcaster?" A hunchbacked orc wearing a black cloak appeared, and wherever he went, the orcs parted like a tide.
He was a guy with a fairly high status among the orcs.
Anyone who could be treated with such respect among orcs, other than the chiefs of the big clans, could only be one thing—an infamous Shadow Council warlock.
Seeing these warlocks, who appeared for the first time on the continent of Azeroth at a relatively close range, Duke felt a strange sense of wonder, which reminded him of the miserable experiences of being repeatedly beaten by warlocks in the game while he was a mage.
Warlocks, hunting mages with their hellhounds!
But, but, but don't you have a pet with you? Are you looking down on me?
No, perhaps you brought a succubus?
Duke had been a time traveler for a while now, but when he suddenly ran into a warlock, he couldn't resist thinking like a gamer.
Unfortunately, judging by the warlock's appearance, it wasn't Gul'dan. If it were, there would be a real fight.
World Guardian Medivh and orc warlock Gul'dan are demigods in most game settings. Duke wasn't sure what he was getting into, but he was facing one of them while feeling so weak and vulnerable.
Warlocks are experts at manipulating souls with demonic power. Duke couldn't even be sure that if he died at the hands of the warlock, he wouldn't come back as a ghoul...
The warlock started babbling in Orcish, which Duke couldn't understand. Even the system spirit couldn't translate properly. Seeing the gibberish translation of "The Emperor wants you to surrender your weapons and be spared", Duke wanted to strangle the system spirit.
Talking was useless. Duke had no interest in mingling with orcs, so there was only one thing he could do - raise his middle finger.
Yep, that was Duke's signal to unleash Blizzard.
In-game, it would be stupid for a mage to use Blizzard on a warlock. But in reality, the ice shards falling within the Blizzard's range effectively disturbed the warlock's line of sight.
The warlock retaliated with Shadow Bolt, but with the help of the system spirit's trajectory prediction, Duke barely dodged to the right and the Shadow Bolt hit the huge fortress gate instead.
Without hesitation, Duke conjured 108 Mage Hands from all over the fortress.
"Sorry, I'm not just any ordinary mage! If you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve, then die!"
108 javelins were fiercely thrown, covering almost all angles of the orc warlock.
At almost the same time, Duke was hit. Suddenly, countless terrifying illusions appeared in his mind. These were the fragments of fear that had been hidden in his heart and long forgotten.
Duke suddenly saw a huge poisonous snake flying towards him with its mouth full of sharp fangs, biting fiercely into his face in the dead of night.
The fear and pain were so real that Duke almost screamed instantly.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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