If Duke could see this scene, he would definitely be so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.
Atuman the Hunter.
The Boss that should have become an Undead in the future had now appeared as a demon. There was no way to find out where Atuman came from. As a beginner Boss, he gave Windsor and the others a good show of strength.
Attumen rode on an impressive monster.
Its body was covered in Hellfire, and its four hooves were so hot that they glowed red. Just by standing on the ground, the bluestone floor was scorched into small pits. Accompanied by a whooshing sound, the tall Hellwarhorse appeared in front of Windsor and the others. Even its nose and mouth were spewing flames filled with the smell of sulfur.
It was taller than all the warhorses used by the heavy cavalry in Stormwind. It was easy to think that Midnight was a rhinoceros and not a Nightmare Beast from Hell.
When the Nightmare Beast's roar resounded throughout the first level of Karazhan, when its huge body was covered in flames, no one could stop it. Windsor then realized what Duque meant when he said, "Your responsibility is not light. If you can last for an hour, you will have completed the mission."
Noxus had warned these new recruits countless times that on the battlefield, when facing the enemy, the first thing they had to overcome was the fear of death. If they could not face the fear of death directly, then they would only understand that they had been standing at the edge of the gates of Hell the whole time.
Otherwise, when your head fell to the ground, when you were smashed into meat paste by the huge momentum of the warhorse, when your vision was spinning wildly, when your consciousness quickly dissipated, when the fire of life extinguished, everything would be too late.
Your life, your status, your friends, your loved ones, all of them would become history under that one strike … The world after death did exist. Countless undead and demons used their evil figures to prove this terrible, iron-clad fact.
But once you died, you would no longer be you.
In order to avoid this terrible situation, the first thing to do was to overcome your fear.
It wasn't an easy task, especially in front of the Nightmare Warhorse with its own Aura of Fear.
Many elite warriors showed fear on their faces. It was the performance of the Nightmare Warhorse, or the suppression of the terrifying will. That bone-deep fear completely froze their hearts and blood vessels. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, their lives reaped by Atumen the Hunter and Midnight the Nightmare Beast.
Strangely, Windsor was not afraid. He felt that something had awakened in his heart. It was something called 'courage'.
"Heaven looks to the left, warriors look to the right."
After witnessing the bravery of the Gryphon Legion, Duque had said this more than once. From that day on, Windersall had always half understood what was said.
But at this moment, Windsor understood.
Everything in his field of vision was still the same color as before. The flames of hell and the cries of the Grim Reaper were still wantonly roaring. His comrade-in-arms not too long ago had perfectly demonstrated what it meant to leave the world forever.
The fear of death spread rapidly, but Windsor didn't feel it at all. His heart was filled with nervousness.
This nervousness didn't come from fear, but from a heavy sense of responsibility. It came from Andoine and Duque's trust.
The comrades beside him weren't afraid of death. From the moment they'd accepted this mission, they'd already cast aside life and death.
But Windsor at least hoped that even if they died, it would be a meaningful death. He wanted them to die on the path to victory.
The situation was too chaotic, and command was meaningless. Thus, Windsor decided to do it himself.
He saw an opportunity.
It was a moment that could not be missed.
Just as the Nightmare Beast 'Midnight' knocked away a warrior not far from Windsor at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, and just as Atumen the Hunter was about to follow up with another slash, Windsor suddenly launched his charge.
This wasn't an ordinary charge. This was the charge of a warrior.
With a whoosh, Windsor slammed into the side of the Nightmare Beast, leaving behind a long afterimage. The momentum was so great that even the majestic Nightmare Beast couldn't help but stagger.
"Come! Four-legged worm! Let's fight to our heart's content! "
'Midnight' understood human nature. Windsor's [Taunt] made it very unhappy, but before it could react, a shield engraved with the emblem of the Stormwind Lion gave it a hard blow.
[Shield Slam]
The heavy blow made its mouth crooked.
"Ha!" Atumen the Huntsman followed up with a Cleave, but it was parried by Windsor's enchanted sword, [Demon Slayer], which could not have been more accurate.
The situation of the battle suddenly changed.
It was Windsor's brave battle that caused the unstoppable Atumen to fall into the siege of the elite warriors of Stormwind City …
On the other side, at the back door of Karazhan.
Noxus, on the other hand, was a little anxious. After Duke ordered Windsor to attack, there was no movement on the other side.
"What are you waiting for?"
It wasn't that Lothar hadn't seen the mysteriousness of the Pharaoh.
For someone like Duque, who refused to enter the back door and hid by the door, looking like he was eavesdropping, Lothar really couldn't figure out if Duque was really performing magic, or if he was simply eavesdropping like a thief.
But what was he eavesdropping on?
If it was a diversion, why hadn't he acted yet?
Lothar's head was full of question marks.
Out of trust in Duque, Lothar still didn't say a word. He waited near the back door with his 24 most capable men and the bored Garona.
Not to mention, Duque was really carrying out a big project — eavesdropping.
Diversion was a good strategy, but it depended on who it was used on. If it was used in a place where communication was inconvenient and alarm messages could only be transmitted in the most primitive way, diversion would definitely be successful.
But this was Medivh's Karazhan. If it wasn't for Sargeras being too arrogant and lazy to even explore the wide area, or deliberately waiting for them to come, they wouldn't even be able to reach the edge of Karazhan.
Entering Karazhan was like a mosquito sucking blood from a human body. It might not be felt in the short term, but it would definitely be felt after a long time.
Duque was trying to find a way to turn a forceful attack into a surprise attack again.
Duque wanted to verify a guess of his.
An invisible ripple was spreading in all directions with the highest point of the Karazhan Wizard Tower as the center. The principle was like radar waves. Through active sonar, a circle of arcane energy rippled out, and when it hit something, there would be a weak ripple back to the highest point of the Wizard Tower.
To the people of this world, this kind of principle was simply a fantasy.
But for a transmigrator like Duque, it was nothing.
"Got it!"
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