章 306: Chapter 305: Rokama's Headache
Another warlock, a true orcish powerhouse.
In the field of vision provided by the system notification, the glaring red marker told Duke of the danger posed by the other party.
The only consolation was that the enemy's strength was not marked with a skull in the comparison of their forces.
This was the age of heroes.
Famous and powerful individuals were rarely overrated.
Knowing that the other party was once the second-in-command of the Shadow Council, Duke held nothing back. Perhaps the two-headed ogre mage Cho'gall, who had come from the Dark Portal a few months earlier, was Gul'dan's new favorite. That would merely add one more name to the list of targets Duke had to defeat.
Taking a gentle breath of the damp mist, Duke immediately saw a dense rain of fireballs whistling towards him from the imp swarm.
Duke waved his hand from left to right, and a translucent wall of water appeared in front of the ice beneath his feet. It was five meters high and twenty meters wide.
Duke pushed forward, and the thick wall of water surged like a real tidal wave, roaring as it rolled forward. As low-level demons, the imps' fireballs were not powerful, and they were extinguished upon colliding with the water curtain, like cigarette butts dropped into water.
"Hmph!" Rokama snorted coldly, ignoring his situation on the ocean surface, and unleashed a rain of fire towards Duke's barrier.
"Sizzle—"
The fire rained down onto the sea, forming a fire wall larger and thicker than Duke's water wall, pushing back in Duke's direction.
A series of cracking and shattering ice noises echoed as the frozen ocean surface in front of Duke was obliterated. The enormous force lifted the shattered ice and sent it curling back towards Duke, as if a hailstorm had erupted in front of him.
However, the ice did not fall. Instead, it disintegrated mid-air due to the high temperature, first turning into powdery snow, then sublimating into steam, and finally vanishing into nothingness.
Duke knew that Rokama had assessed the power balance between them.
Indeed, in terms of magical power quality, Rokama should be classified at the pinnacle of Morning Star level. With the boost provided by a necklace made from the skulls of more than a dozen human mages, Rokama's power had risen sharply, placing him at the level of a first-class Bright Moon mage in terms of total mana.
Duke sneered: In terms of total mana, I will not lose!
The next moment, Rokama's felhunter charged.
When a warlock fought a mage, they primarily relied on these wicked hounds. For physical fighters, felhunters were easy prey. These demonic canines, with their red bodies, two horns, and two strange tentacles, had no outstanding attributes in terms of attack, defense, or speed, and were even below average for most demons.
The most disgusting aspect of the felhunter was its magic disruption.
It wasn't exactly preventing the casting of magic; rather, felhunters could fire an elemental wave that disrupted a mage's spellcasting. Not only did they prevent low-level mages from absorbing elements from the elemental plane, but they could also inject chaotic energy into a mage's magical circuit while they were casting spells.
In short, they were stirrers of trouble.
Disgusting, but effective.
Each felhunter stared at Duke, aiming to attack when he was casting a spell to inflict greater damage. However, they were disappointed.
Or perhaps, Duke's move was beyond the imagination of these dim-witted canine demons.
Duke himself did not use any magic; it was all done by the system sprites on his behalf.
Without any warning, 108 Mage Hands appeared neatly behind Duke. The Mage Hands, emanating a faint blue arcane glow, flashed between their fingers, and the demon hounds tens of meters away from them were pierced by giant ice spikes that emerged from the surface of the water. After the ice spikes as thick as the mouth of a bowl passed through their hearts, even more spikes impaled the demon hounds, turning them into sieves.
"Hmm?" Rokama's face darkened.
The demon hounds had a high magical resistance, but their physical resistance was pitiful. By converting frost magic into a physical form to attack the demon hounds, it showed that Duke had extensive experience in combating demon warlocks.
Despite Duke's titles such as the "Orc Butcher," he had rarely engaged in magical battles. Besides an enigmatic opponent known as the "Hundred-Handed Reaper Hujaga" or something like that, this was Duke's first time battling a warlock in an official setting.
Rokama instinctively regarded Duke as a weakling from the academies.
"Glacial Reach!" Duke finally took action himself with a soft command. With the demon hounds gone, there was no need to worry about spellcasting being interrupted. Even with system assistance, Duke was confident that he could quickly adjust the chaotic magic circuit, but it was better to avoid being silenced if possible!
Warlocks could grind and wear down their opponents.
Demon warlocks were the most shameless among them.
A fair duel was forcibly turned into a gang fight. If you could mow down the enemies, it would be enjoyable, but you had to worry about other things...
Just as Duke turned the second wave of succubi and demon guards into a series of ice sculptures with a series of snaps, Rokama on the other side unleashed a series of curses and spells with his gestures and wicked incantations. Most orc warlocks who changed from shamans seemed to like attaching curse rings to certain totem poles and drawing them back when needed, which made their spellcasting incredibly fast.
Almost simultaneously, Duke felt changes in his body: pain, convulsions, fatigue, burning, weakness...
Seeing the series of negative status effects flooding his system notifications, Duke felt like he was screwed.
"You are affected by..."
"You are affected by..."
More than a dozen curses and seven or eight negative status effects - Duke was human, and even if there were a hundred orcs, their life force would be drained in an instant.
Without any hesitation, Duke activated the Ice Armor, and a cold sensation instantly spread throughout his body. Apart from frost elements, all other elements and forces were expelled from his body in a split second.
"Tch." Rokama snorted coldly.
He had initially planned to wait for the invulnerability time to end, then reapply all the curses and negative magic on Duke. However, a storm he had never seen before swept through his demon army.
White frost, red flames, and purple arcane energies - these three distinct elements were perfectly fused together and launched at his demon legion.
Rokama had seen this spell before. This damage spell, which simultaneously absorbed the essence of three schools of magic, had a considerable impact on any type of enemy. If it could be chained, even the demon warlock's defense, which was as strong as a blood bull, would feel a headache.
Now, Rokama had a headache.
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