Stormwind God

Around, a violent explosion is taking place.

The strong shock wave concealed the perception of the orc warlock, and he did not expect that this arrogant human in front of him would actually do such a mean thing as a knife in the back.

Of course, he didn't even think that it was a system elf who did it on his own.

So, when he felt a sharp sword, avoiding the shoulder bones on the back of his left side, and pierced his heart obliquely, his face was full of unbelief!

"You ..." He wanted to scold, but the system elf feared that he would not die, and stirred the sword's edge in his heart several times, almost turning into minced meat ...

Everything is in the cover of the explosion, unknown to outsiders.

The orcs who had already receded from the side looked at their magician with great expectation, and soon they found something wrong.

The original aggressive [Shadow Arrow] flew halfway and lost its sight. When the head was crooked, it shot into the mountains, dyeing a large area into a dark black. But the mysterious human fireballs bombarded Balzer one after another.

After about a third of the fireball blasted, Bartha's protection began to fade.

After two-thirds, the magic of Bartha ’s body has completely dissipated, but the high-purity magic flowing in the body is still resisting the low-purity magic of Pyroblast.

In the eyes of the orc warriors, this is quite another matter-how cruel this human being is! Obviously, a powerful fireball can be used to solve Baltha's, and it is necessary to coolly make more than a hundred fireballs and throw them one by one.

This is clearly killing!

With the last fireball lost to Bartha, the unwilling and scorched orc warlock finally lost his breath.

In order to hide his bad work, the system elf was very good at grabbing Baltha's staff with [Mage's Hand] before the flame completely devoured Baltha.

After recovering his senses, Duke discovered the first moment when he returned to God. He sent his opponent's staff as a trophy like the sprite of his own system.

The proud laughter stimulated the orc's nerves again.

The war of spells they don't understand.

This does not prevent us from knowing that the opponent has won the flag.

The humans in the black robes just now have made their dream of hunting down the big men on the human side into nothing. Unknowingly, these brave orc warriors ... are scared!

"Hahaha! Who else? Who else?" Duke seemed to be waving the orc warlock's skull staff arrogantly under the influence of [arrogant] aftermath.

Seeing the thousands of orcs hesitating below, Duke laughed wildly, raised his black cloak with one hand, and turned to submerge the figure into the fort.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

There wasn't even a chief or even an orc who dared to take a step forward and test if Duke had left.

Suddenly, a huge fierce figure rushed from the back of the orc army, as the birds were frightened by the fierce beasts, and the orcs scattered around in shock.

"What are you doing? My order is to attack you! Attack! Attack again! Destroy all human warriors you see! What are you doing here? Have all the humans been killed? The head of the human chief?

Here comes the Black Chief * Destroyer, the Great Chief in the name of the Horde!

"No, we ... that ..." In the intermittent statement of the little chief, the black hand finally understood what had just happened.

"What !? You group of wastes that have tarnished the tribe's glory!" There was no room for the little chief to justify, the huge warhammer drew a dreadful arc in midair, and the indescribable power hit the little chief. On the head.

The brave orc warchief, his entire upper body was smashed into meat sauce.

Waving the blood-stained Warhammer, the black hand pointed angrily towards the top of the mountain: "The great tribe doesn't need a weak orc-chase me!"

Driven by the anger of the chieftain, the once-stagnant green torrent began to surge again. The orcs smashed almost all human buildings visible. On the way through the fortress on the top of the mountain to Houshan. The orcs saw the tail of the human army.

They are entering the woods under the mountain at a not fast speed.

From where there are woods, that is the boundary of Elwynn Forest.

"chase!"

Behind him was the chief warrior. Once the orcs lost their retreat, they were ashamed of their timidity. They growled in anger, waved tomahawks and warhammers, and poured down the mountain.

The orc's change naturally shocked Lothar, who was in the rear. He stared at General Simos in the new round and saw the dignity in each other's eyes.

Simos said: "It is a terrible lord. Not only is he extremely powerful, but he has made the action mode of the green leather monsters so clear."

Lothar had just wanted to say something, and suddenly found a cavalry approaching him. Lothar saw at a glance that it was a noble cavalry, and the leader was Lord Dwarf Berval Fortagan.

"Oh--Emperor Soradin is here, Lothar! You survived!" Burval didn't hide his ecstasy, he struck his gasping horse, jumped down and gave Lothar a forceful Hug, the sound of two real men's armor crashing, sounds so pleasing.

"I thought I was going to die." Lothar was very moved to see Boval rushing back to help out. As the supreme commander of the retreating team, and as a high-ranking duke, Berval could walk away, or send in troops to cope with it, but Berval came and searched all the noble personal cavalry.

Looking around, looking at the rather miserable Gryphon legionnaire, Berval's eyes were a little wet.

"You're doing very well." Boeval set his sight on the torrent that was pouring down from the mountain: "You retreat first, and I will help you to charge back before the other person falls into the woods."

It's not a good idea to ride on the high ground.

Under normal conditions, this is the only way to cover the Gryphon Legion.

At this time Simos spoke, pointing to the black spot where Shi Ran was floating down the mountain before the green torrent: "It seems that there is no need, that your lord is here."

Berval noticed a clear, relieved expression on Lothar's face.

"Which lord?"

Lothar sighed: "In the Master's message, he claimed to be‘ Hundred Hands of Death ’, and was the teacher of Duke Marcus.”

Simos added: "A very powerful advanced mage."