Stormwind God

Lothar patted the shoulder of the young Boval: "Let's go. Let's go back to the details. Since His Excellency can drag the orc as long as he has promised, his backhand must be there."

"Backhand !?" Burval's curiosity burst.

"Let's go!" Lothar said in no uncertain terms.

The Griffon Regiment and the 300-man cavalry of Boval, hurried through the woods below the mountain before the orc army rushed down the mountain, crossing the pontoon and wooden bridge when they arrived, crossing a river with a fairly low water level.

Feeling the humid air of spring and looking at the low water level, Lothar thoughtfully.

Orcs, here they come.

The moment the last soldier of Lothar and the Griffin Corps walked across the pontoon and stepped on the opposite river beach, the already deafening orc roared loudly and raised the level one more time, and the orc's piercing weird cries severely. The eardrums of Lothar, Berval and others.

A greener tide than in Redridge Mountain squeezed out of the grove just passing by. Between each tree, a roaring orc with a weapon was killed. There are too many of them, and Lothar has to turn his head in order to see the orc's ever-widening high-speed front.

It is still the momentum that swallows the mountains and rivers.

The young Berval didn't feel much, but Lothar and Simos narrowed their eyes, looked at the messy flags like ghosts, and then changed their faces again.

"Hell, these greenskins are sending more troops."

Although Lothar wasn't too clear, he still felt instinctively, at least 30% more flags he hadn't seen. Glancing at Simos, they knew what to do.

No matter they are driven by agreement or driven by military common sense, they can no longer withdraw.

The Gryphon Corps once again performed the post-off mission.

Fifteen hundred soldiers formed three rows of five hundred men along the river bank just where they left the beach.

The warrior, who was not too injured, struggled to climb down from the car, almost using struts. He stood behind his robe and formed a weak fourth row.

Just then, Lothar suddenly realized that Duke had drifted across the woods and drifted lightly in front of him.

Lothar knows that this is a mage, but the slow fall technique is used so accurately. The mysterious mage in front of you, the strength is unfathomable!

"Hello, Your Excellency," Lothar greeted.

"Hello, Lord Lothar, it seems that we have established preliminary mutual trust." Among Duke's good hands, Lothar was also formed on the river bank slightly away from the riverbank. Duke used The old voice turned back and asked, "You don't seem to worry that I'll hurt you now?"

"It's okay, it's a big deal to lose the life I just picked up again for the same reason." Lothar showed a bold and cheerful smile: "And, I don't believe you will harm me, because we are all human."

"Yes, because we are all human."

Strangely enough, these two people who were at least twenty years apart from each other easily found common ground.

"What was the battle with that caster just now?" Lothar grinned as Duke appeared. The result is positive, the question is how much to win.

Duke didn't say a word, and threw out the orc warlock's wicked skeleton wand. The injustice on the wand seemed to absorb the blood of the beast and became less ferocious, but still aggressive.

"Take it back to the senior priest of Stormwind. I think someone on your side will be interested."

"Hisse." Lothar, Simos, and Fortagan secretly took a breath.

The war of the mage is indeed extremely mysterious.

But everyone knows that it is one thing to beat the other.

Killing each other is another matter.

Killing is more than twice as difficult as defeating.

Now, this mysterious gain is under the eyes of thousands of orcs, and a mage version of the conqueror will capture the flag?

What a mighty power!

Thinking of Duke's previous efforts to suppress the two waves of orcs, he saved the entire Griffon Legion, and then thought of killing the other powerful caster before the battle.

The three could not help but raise Duke's evaluation by countless levels.

However, Duke's performance is not over yet.

Seeing that the fastest orc had rushed to the beach and was about to enter the water, the hearts of Lothar and others suddenly hung up in the air.

The water on this side of the long river is not deep. For humans, the water that does not reach the waist is only as deep as the thighs in the eyes of tall and burly orcs, which is nothing at all.

If you allow the orcs to charge, it takes less than a few minutes for the orc army forward to cross the river and fight with the griffins.

Feeling the sight of the three military chiefs, Duke smiled slightly and raised his right hand towards the orc.

In the void, twenty-four mage hands stood up.

They have the same posture as Duke's right palm.

The six-second mantra seems to be long, but it is just a short moment under the confrontation of the army.

In the attention of Lothar and others, twelve fireballs flew, and flew diagonally into the sky, blooming fireworks-like fireballs.

The other twelve shot into the woods opposite, and lit the woods instantly.

The twelve fireballs well explained what it was called, and the fire suddenly spread.

The orcs who drank the blood of the demon are fierce and brave, but it does not mean that they are completely irrational fighters. There are still too many things that will instinctively scare them, such as flames.

Countless orcs turned into running human torches in the blink of an eye.

They either rolled on the ground in pain, or rushed into the river madly to extinguish the fire on their own, led by the more brained guy.

Lothar stared blankly at the scene in front of her, her mouth squirming, and after all asking her question: "It is still spring, when we passed the woods just now, it was still very humid."

Duke gave Lothar a white look: "I can temporarily turn a few miles into an ice field, why can't I steam the grove a little?"

Either Simos, Berval, or Lothar, they were completely gone.

The total amount of good horror magic!

Is this guy really human?

That's right, Duke used exactly that, his mana is not enough to make the whole forest hot enough to spontaneously ignite, but a little steaming, it is still manageable.

This is the greatest benefit he has inherited from the Sun King. Although he is not yet a true sky mage, the three-month retreat allowed Duke to have far more terror mana than most sky mages. Even compared to many morning star mages, Duke did not have any magic power. Virtual.

Duke did a good job with his firearms, and he visually looked up. At least two or three thousand orcs were buried in the flames.

However, compared with Duke's ingenious performance before, when watching the thousands of orcs rushing into the river and escaped, Lothar could not help but twitch his eyes.

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