Stormwind God

Duke's spell damage was not high, not even Grom's axe.

What a face!

Arthas worked **** his calculations. After all, he got an opportunity to kill the opponent and a mage first, but he was stopped if he stopped, and he pulled a bomb like a face?

Although he didn't care much about his appearance after becoming a death knight, he was blasted with scorch, and he had no face.

Arthas was indignant!

Suddenly roared.

It seemed that he was screaming and screaming in his throat. Only Duke could see it in the special vision of the system elves. The faint green glory.

Nima, the two fools are putting a plague?

"Dispel!" Actually, without Duke, the two Paladins were already doing it.

The sacred Guanghua drove away the plague that was secretly lurking on the orc hero, but could not drive away the plague bacteria in the surrounding air.

At this time, Duke shot again.

An ice tornado rises in time, enveloping the surrounding tens of meters in diameter.

This ice dragon roll itself does not have too high lethality, but anyone can feel the surrounding air as one.

There is no longer the strong, intangible smell of battlefield, almost the **** smell of people swimming in the plasma, nor the slight disgusting smell, but the smell of plague dust spreading. There was only the breath of refreshing divine light from the two Paladins in the air.

Now, even the fool knows that Alsace's tricks have once again been restrained by Duke.

Orgrim wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in the ancient Shaman: "Guil, look at it, watch how Duke pushes the prey into the abyss step by step. The means to hang the prey at the least cost. Is what you have to learn to be a qualified leader. "

Thrall's pupils shrank.

That's right!

Regardless of whether the tribe will still face the alliance after this battle.

The only certainty is that the tribe is no longer the tribe that had a great career and seems to have endless troop resources. The orcs are indeed a powerful and heroic race. It ’s a pity that the orcs at hand are in their early 100,000s. Two more battles of this level must be exhausted.

I have to admit that Duke's style of play is the most suitable for orc survival.

At this time, Thrall didn't cultivate the shaman's way, and the martial arts as a warrior was far from the extreme, so he was not only fighting but also studying hard, learning the way of fighting and dominating.

There, Arthas was finally in a dilemma after the elven prince began to help several forwards with precise magic.

Duke shots from time to time, beside Duke, there is an Anthony Das!

Even if this Kirin Tor speaker is old, but the Sun Master is the Sun Master, which represents the highest combat power of the Sun Master, how can he be ignored at will?

Arthas hesitated for a while, wondering if he should play that card.

Just then, Duke Yoyo said, "Locked?"

"Locked up!" Antonidas' white beard popped up, and he had aura of the Sun Master.

"Then trouble the master." Duke bowed halfway.

"For the Alliance!" Antonidas [flashed], across a distance of two hundred meters, appeared suddenly among a large number of zombies and ghouls.

For another mortal, that is to die.

For a strong man of his level, this is the stage where he willfully use magic.

[Frost Nova] of ordinary mage, just a few yards away.

Anthony Das's "Frost Nova" is like dropping a 10,000-ton boulder on a wide and calm lake. It is an exaggerated ice wind wave at least 15 meters high.

"Wow!" For a moment, within a radius of 100 meters, whether it is the weak zombies, skeletons and ghouls, the stronger cave dwellers and gargoyles, or even the half-spirited sorceress, all in Antonidas Make a big move into a hard ice sculpture.

"Hoo" an ice storm blew. In the fierce cold wind, the sun mages' robes agitated with the wind, hunting and hunting.

The ice sculpture of the previous moment was shattered into **** on the spot and scattered by the wind.

Afterwards, a huge winged creature that did not exist visually, the cricket was blown out.

It was a humanoid creature more than five meters tall, with a pair of huge purple-blue bat wings and wearing a blue-silver-edged carved armor. Seeing the crooked goat's horns on his head, a trembling word popped into his mind, the Dread Devil!

In the endless expansion, conquest, and destruction of the Burning Legion, many races joined the Burning Legion. The Dreadlords are among the best.

These horned creatures have the powerful strength not to lose Eredar elite warriors.

After thousands of years, they have been fully integrated into the Burning Legion and have also played the role of high-level commander in the entire Legion.

The Dreadlord seemed surprised that he had been blown up.

Immediately, he smiled with an embarrassed smile on the left hand of Anthony Das, and performed a noble-style greeting: "Salute to you, the strong man, I am Keslanathir the Dreadlord. I have the pleasure to hear To your name? "

So polite, people can't help but associate the ugly devil with those aristocratic butlers.

Anthony Das snorted: "Before you are dying, you will know my name!" Saying, a wand, a surge of icy waves of ice suddenly rolled towards the Dread Lord.

The next second, one person, one demon, the two started a chase.

After a few blinks, I didn't know where they were going.

Until then, Duke finally strode forward, as if hanging out in his back garden, and entered the circle of war.

"Yo! Arthas! Finally, I will give you a chance. If you can still ask your Lich King for reinforcements, hurry up. Otherwise, you wo n’t have a chance when I start."

That is absolute confidence!

Is also absolutely proud!

Beside, hundreds of thousands of troops were fiercely fighting.

Every hour, every minute, every second, life is dying, and then it is swallowed up by the power of the undead's canopy.

Brothers a moment ago, deadly enemies after a moment!

Obviously this is so chaotic, it can be called a chaotic situation.

When he arrived at Duke, there was a feeling that everything in the world could not escape Duke's calculations, and he would fall into his pocket.

Thrall clenched the steel tomahawk in his right hand, and clenched his fist with his five fingers in his left hand. The frost was white around him, and he was born in this cold atmosphere.

It turned out that this is the Duke Marcus who destroyed the million orcs and turned the whole war on his own? (To be continued.)