章 115: Chapter 115: Sorry, the Accessories are the Real Deal
Duke raised his head and glanced upward. In this chessboard-like space, time and space had already disappeared. Looking into the distance across the battlefield filled with flashes of swords and knives, he saw endless black and white squares, and looking up to the sky, he saw nothing but emptiness.
The only thing that he could focus on was his opponent.
Over there, Lothar was in a fierce battle with the chieftain of the Horde, Blackhand.
This was not an easy task. The Horde had stronger military power and could afford to sustain their losses, but the humans could not. If the two wings of murlocs and gnoll were defeated and retreated, it would be the end of the humans.
Anduin had no choice but to launch a strong attack.
This was definitely good news for the orc chieftain, who preferred to face his enemies head-on. His huge mace was heavy and fast.
Under the incredible arm strength of Blackhand, every swing of his mace felt like a small mountain collapsing, and it almost made Lothar unable to breathe.
But Blackhand's movements were so fast that they looked like illusions. When Lothar was caught off guard, he was forced to clash his sword with the mace, and he almost got killed.
A longsword was a light weapon, and compared with heavy weapons like hammers, it was not meant for prolonged combat.
Not to mention that Blackhand's mace was specially designed. It weighed over 300 pounds.
Almost in the instant of the clash, Lothar was already cursing himself in his heart, why did he have to compete with this monster who was as powerful as a giant in legends.
Because this swing almost broke his King's sword.
Although Lothar's longsword was a light weapon, it had already surpassed the epic level and was almost a divine weapon, imbued with the will of Emperor Thoradin and the aspirations of countless ancestors for freedom and survival.
Despite being thinner and lighter than Blackhand's heavy mace, it was not a fragile thing that would break with a single blow. Well, Lothar remembered playing with the King's sword as a child, stabbing it into marble walls.
However, this semi-divine sword, when competing with Blackhand's mace, still made a muffled groan that went straight to Lothar's heart.
Even though it wasn't a cry of pain, it still made Lothar give up his idea of winning by brute force.
Lothar glanced at Garona out of the corner of his eye.
This fierce half-orc woman was pounding Blackhand's lieutenant, Orgrim, down. It looked like Garona had an absolute advantage.
Garona's figure flickered, and the cold light of her dagger left one deep, finger-wide scar after another on Orgrim's bare skin.
If Orgrim were human, even if he had not suffered any critical injuries, he would still have quickly bled to death. Unfortunately, an orc's vitality could not be measured by human standards. Moreover, it was clear that the opponent was not a truly living orc.
Orgrim's ferocity did not diminish in the slightest.
Rather, it could be said that Lothar was more concerned about Garona.
Rogues are at a natural disadvantage when fighting warriors. They may seem to have a fierce offensive, but one moment of carelessness and the warrior can counterattack successfully, leaving the thief defeated. Warriors have tough skin and thick muscles, with countless opportunities to make mistakes. Rogues, on the other hand, do not have that luxury. One mistake could be fatal.
Of course, what worried Lothar the most was Duke.
Duke felt strange to Lothar. His aura and nature were that of an earth elemental, but the way he fought felt more like that of a sky mage. Okay, let's assume that Duke is hiding his true strength, just like his master. But that Gul'dan gave Lothar the impression that he was almost as strong as the original Gul'dan himself!
Even though this Gul'dan's power was greatly reduced.
Duke would be facing an opponent at least as powerful as a Morning Star Archmage!
How long could Duke hold out?
Lothar couldn't help feeling a bit anxious. Duke was indeed in a huge trouble. This Gul'dan's power was unbelievably high!
The system spirit kept flashing various warning messages on Duke's retinas, causing him to curse angrily, "I'm f**king challenging Gul'dan's mirror image now, stop giving me warnings."
This made the system spirit calm down for a moment.
Low-level magic was destined to be unable to shake higher-level mysterious powers. Duke knew this from the beginning. Without the newly created "capacitor," Duke would be unable to compete with this Gul'dan mirror image, as the overwhelming magical power would cancel out any offensive or defensive spells Duke could cast.
But with the "capacitor," everything was different.
No matter what kind of mutation occurred in Karazhan's Chessboard, fundamentally it was still a part of Karazhan.
"If this real world had item levels, then the level of a Capacitor would be similar, even identical, to the difficulty level of an International Chess game.
This created a bug that Duke could take advantage of, allowing him to injure Gul'dan in the Chess Space with such a low level of power.
The same beautiful and blinding Arcane Missiles barrage.
The "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound of Arcane Missiles tearing through the void filled everyone's ears since earlier. The Arcane Missiles that were cancelled out by Gul'dan's mage shield were not the focus.
The focus was on the lightning effects triggered by the Arcane Missiles critical hits.
The Capacitor, an accessory that did not limit its trigger frequency, was nothing less than a true artifact for Duke at this moment.
Others only heard the constant sound of electrical currents crackling.
Initially, it was only one mage's hand around Duke's body that carried electricity, but later on, the frequency of lightning was so high that everyone could only see the entire space around Duke's body filled with dazzling electric light.
Countless lightning bolts shot out from near Duke, pouring towards Gul'dan's direction. Twisted electric serpents roared and swept through the floor tiles, even leaving terrifying blackened electrical marks on the white spaces of the floor tiles.
"Impossible!!" Gul'dan roared in anger as he continuously released his destructive flames towards Duke. Each flame, in terms of quality and quantity, had the upper hand for Gul'dan, but every flame was shattered in mid-air by countless lightning bolts.
Gul'dan's reflection couldn't understand, why was this happening?
Why could a low-level mage who could only release weak Arcane Missiles create so many lightning attacks that were enough to hurt him while in such a weak state?
He began to doubt himself. Was the human opponent his true enemy, or was it the strange accessory on his waist? This senseless, trigger-happy accessory could actually threaten him?
If Gul'dan had true self-awareness, he would probably go crazy from this."
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