Subconsciously, Diga raised his shield as he tilted his head.
Coincidentally, he saw a strange, illusory white palm made of arcane energy appear not too far away from his left shoulder. This [Mage Hand] that was as nimble as a human's hand seemed to have captured all of Diga's attention, causing him to forget about the danger and everything else in the world. The only thing left in his vision was this hand made of arcane energy.
From the palm of the [Magician's Hand], a series of purplish-blue oval-shaped balls of light shot out and dispersed all the incoming flames. Without the support of the mysterious power, the scarlet flames quickly withered in the air, giving off a feeling that the turbid air in the air had been cleared.
This was not the end. If these inferior Imps shot a rain of fire arrows, then Duke's counterattack would fill up the entire field of vision in the true sense of the word 'bullet screen'.
These short imps were clearly not adept at close-range combat.
Diga and his comrades were confident that if they could get close to them, they could definitely teach them a lesson with their swords. However, there was no telling how many people would fall on the way to them.
Diga had a rough estimate in his mind. To control these monsters that kept pouring into the room, they would need at least thirty people to barely do it.
However, under the barrage of bullets from Duque's terrifying [Arcane Missiles], these imps were like chickens and dogs that were directly pushed back.
Their necks were shot and they suffocated to death, their chests were shot and they died, their skulls were pierced and they were blasted to death by the missiles inside their skulls … Hordes of imps were sent flying in all directions like grass being mowed.
Duque, who clearly had the upper hand, suddenly yelled, "Everyone, suppress the imps that come out of the portal!"
It was rare for Duque to buy time for everyone to charge. The warriors waved their swords and approached the scarlet portal, standing by the side of the door and giving every imp that dared to jump into the room a sharp and accurate blow.
Duque's cheeks twitched. For some reason, this reminded him of Whack-a-Mole …
There was another important reason why Duque's Arcane Missiles could not be sustained — Garona had been hit.
[Demonic Chain]
In this room full of runes and arrays, it was clear that Xie Hoof could manipulate space to a certain extent. Just as Garona was having the time of her life, she suddenly realized that she had been teleported.
The scene in front of him changed instantly, and he was in the middle of the room.
Thick demonic chains emanating strange evil energy shot out from the blood-red magic circle on the ground and bound Garona tightly.
"Wu — — En — — Hmph — —" The muscles on Gahrona's arms and thighs swelled due to the exertion of strength, and the extremely healthy and beautiful lines of her muscles were clearly visible.
However, even though her neck was as thick as two detonators, she still could not move the demon chains on her body.
The Beastmen never lacked power, but unfortunately, the mysterious power was not something that could be shaken by brute force.
Lothar seemed to want to save Gahrona, but Duque stopped him.
"I'll do it, you go after Xie Tui!"
Lothar didn't know why Duque made such an arrangement, but he still followed it. The gorgeous sword that emitted a faint golden glow drew a bright arc in the air and slashed at Xie Hoof.
As a kind of demon that liked to abuse others, Sartre not only had good spellcasting abilities, but their melee combat abilities were also not to be underestimated.
Seeing the aggressive Lothar, Xie Hoof actually took out a huge scimitar out of nowhere and started fighting with Lothar. Holding the scimitar in his right hand and waving his claws in his left, he attacked quickly and flexibly, pushing Lothar back.
Duque did not care about Lothar.
If Lothar was killed like this, then he did not deserve to be called the "Lion of Azeroth" by the future generations. He shifted his firepower and suddenly blasted it at Gahrona's … chains.
It was not an easy task.
In the real world, there was no such simple and convenient spell that forbade hurting one's allies.
A hit was a hit. Even if Garona had a physique that surpassed humans, she was still an Orc at the Hero level. Duque was very doubtful that his Arcane Missiles could hit Gahrona when she was free to move. But when her body was bound, Gahrona was a live target.
Seeing the overwhelming Arcane Missiles pouring down, Gahrona's face showed a frightened expression for the first time.
Most Orcs were simple-minded and ignorant. When faced with the unknown, it was easy for them to feel awe. Before the Orc Warlocks were born, they transferred their awe of the unknown and mystery to the Shamans. Therefore, Orc Shamans often had a very high status.
Similarly, although she was a mixed-blood, Gahrona still inherited the awe of mystery.
Seeing so many Arcane Missiles, Gahrona almost suspected that Duque was going to kill her.
However … that was not the case.
Duque was very clear about Gahrona's position in the long river of Azeroth's fate. Perhaps there would be such a day when Duque would really attack Gahrona, but definitely not now.
Like a rainstorm, the Arcane Missiles accurately hit the scarlet demonic chains.
Originally, Duque was still worried that his spells could not transcend levels and destroy the demonic chains made by the BOSS Evil Hoof.
He did not know if Lothar's mysterious sword restrained Evil Hoof, or if Evil Hoof's spell itself had a flaw or some strange setting.
Duque's attack worked.
Under the bombardment of Arcane Missiles that were as dense as a storm, the thick bloody chains let out a series of tinkling noises before they shattered inch by inch in Garona's and Lothar's peripheral vision.
Regaining her freedom, Gahrona let out an angry roar, and at the same time, she did not forget to cast a grateful look at Duque, and pounced on him again.
As if surprised by the ferocity of Duque's firepower, Tristan Evil Hoof was caught off guard.
As if they had practiced countless times, Lothar and Gahrona's cooperation was extremely tacit.
Lothar attacked fiercely from the front, and his swordsmanship was wide open. In the face of every counterattack from Evil Hoof, Lothar's shield could just perfectly deflect most of Evil Hoof's power with a side attack, making Evil Hoof's fierce attacks useless. And taking advantage of Evil Hoof's flaws, he gave a fierce stab.
Gahrona, on the other hand, focused on going around Evil Hoof's back to stab him.
The attack of the Half-Orc female assassin made Evil Hoof's scalp tingle. His solid demonic skin and thick hair could not resist Gahrona's fierce consecutive slashes at all. In a moment, Evil Hoof's back was already a blur.
Evil Hoof tried to retreat to avoid being attacked from the front and back, but Gahrona's swift kick almost made him stumble and fall to the ground.
At this time, a little imp that was obviously bigger than the other little imps jumped out.
Duque narrowed his eyes and focused on this big imp.
Kirrick! Evil Hoof's closest combat partner.
As a capable helper of Evil Hoof, Kilrick was definitely not someone to be trifled with. Unfortunately, he had encountered Duke.
He had just been summoned, and before he could figure out what was going on, he was sent flying by a huge and illusory palm.
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