Duque raised his head and glanced upwards. In this chess space, time and space had already disappeared. Through the battlefield that was filled with swords and blades, there was only an endless black and white grid in the distance, while the sky was empty.
The only thing he could pay attention to was his opponent.
On the other side, Lothar was fighting Blackhand to the death.
It was not an easy task. The Orcs could afford to drag it out, but the humans couldn't. Once the Murlocs and Gnolls retreated, it would be the end of the humans.
Andoine had no choice but to attack.
That was definitely good news for the Orc chief who preferred to fight head-on. The huge hammer was heavy and swift.
Blackhand's arm strength was beyond human imagination, and the violent wind pressure that seemed to cause a small mountain to collapse every time he swung the hammer made Lothar feel suffocated.
However, Blackhand's movements were so fast that every swing of his hammer seemed like an illusion. Lothar was caught off guard, and was forced to clash with the hammer and sword. Lothar was almost killed instantly.
A longsword was a light weapon, and compared to a heavy weapon like a hammer, it was not very durable.
Besides, Blackhand's sledgehammer was specialized. It weighed more than 300 kilograms.
Almost at the instant of the clash, Lothar was already cursing himself in his heart. Why did he have to fight with this monster whose strength was comparable to that of the legendary giants?
This was because this hammer strike had almost broken his King's Sword.
Although the longsword in Lothar's hand was a light weapon, it had actually inherited the will of Thoradin The Great, and was filled with the desire for freedom and survival of countless ancestors. The King's Sword had already surpassed the Epic level, and was close to the level of an artifact.
Although the blade of the sword was thin and slender compared to Blackhand's hammer, it was something that would break easily. In terms of hardness and tenacity … Well, Lothar still remembered how he used to poke holes in the marble with the King's Sword when he was young.
However, when such a semi-divine sword clashed with Blackhand's hammer, it still produced a muffled groan that went straight to Lothar's soul.
Even if it wasn't to the extent of the groan, it still made Lothar give up on the idea of a quick victory.
Lothar glanced at Garona from the corner of his eyes.
The ferocious female Orc was currently beating up Black Hand's aide-de-camp, Orgrim. It seemed that Garona had the upper hand.
Garona's figure flickered as she used the cold gleam of her dagger to slash at the spots where Orgrim's flesh had been exposed.
If Orgrim was a human, even if his vitals weren't severely injured, he would still die from excessive blood loss. It was a pity that the vitality of the Orcs could not be measured by human standards. Besides, it was obvious that he was not a real living orc.
Orgrim's ferocity did not diminish at all.
Rather, Lothar was more concerned about Gahrona.
Thieves had a natural disadvantage against Warriors. The offensive seemed fierce, but if the Warrior's counterattack succeeded, the Thief would be defeated. Warriors were thick-skinned and had countless opportunities to make mistakes. Thieves, on the other hand, could lose their lives if they made a single mistake.
Of course, Lothar was most worried about Duque.
Duque gave Lothar a strange feeling. His aura was that of an Earth rank, but his attacks felt like that of a Sky Wizard. Alright, let's say that Duque was the same as his master, hiding his strength. However, Gul 'dan gave Lothar the feeling that Gul' dan's strength was comparable to Medivh's!
Even if the strength of Gul 'dan's image was greatly reduced.
Duque would have to face an opponent that was at least at the Morning Star rank!
How long could Duque last?
Lothar could not help but feel anxious.
Duque was indeed in huge trouble.
Gul 'dan's strength was ridiculously high!
The system genie was already sending out all sorts of warnings on Duque's vision. Duque could not help but curse the system genie, "I'm courting death by challenging Gul 'dan's image, stop giving me more warnings."
Only then did the system genie calm down.
Low-level magic was destined to be unable to shake a higher-level mysterious force. From the very beginning, Duque had known. If not for the [Capacitor] that he had just used, Duque would not have been able to compete with Gul 'dan's image no matter what. That kind of crushing mana could cancel out any offensive or defensive spell cast by Duke without a trace.
With the [Capacitor], everything was different.
No matter how the chess level in Karazhan had changed. In essence, the chess level was still one of the bosses in Karazhan.
If this real world also had things like item levels, then the difficulty of the [Capacitor] level would be similar to the chess level, or even the same.
This was a bug that could be exploited by Duque, allowing him to hurt Gul 'dan in the chess space with such low strength.
It was still that gorgeous and blinding barrage of Arcane Missiles.
The swooshing sounds of the arcane bullets tearing through the air had been echoing in everybody's ears since the very beginning. The Arcane Missiles that were blocked by Gul 'dan's Mage Shield were not the main point.
The main point was the lightning effect that was triggered after the Arcane Missiles hit.
[Capacitor] was an accessory that had no limit on the frequency of activation. For Duque at the moment, it was no less than a true divine artifact.
All the bystanders could hear was the incessant crackling of the electric current.
At first, there was only one Mage Hand around Duque with electricity, but later, the frequency of the lightning was too high. Everyone could only see that the entire space around Duque was filled with blinding electricity.
Countless bolts of lightning shot out from Duke's vicinity, pouring towards Gul 'dan's direction. The wriggling electric snakes let out ferocious roars and swept across the floor tiles wantonly. They even left terrifying black electric marks on the white spaces of the floor tiles.
"Impossible!!" Gul 'dan roared angrily. He kept releasing destructive flames at Duque. Every single ball of flame, regardless of whether it was quality or quantity, Gul 'dan had the advantage. However, every single ball of flame was destroyed by the countless lightning arrows in the air.
Gul 'dan's mirror image could not understand. Why was this happening?
How could a low-rank sorcerer who could only cast weak Arcane Missiles be able to cast such a large number of lightning attacks that could hurt him when he was in such a weak state?
He began to doubt himself.
Was the human his opponent, or was it the strange accessory on his waist that was his opponent? How could this kind of brainless accessory that put the cart before the horse actually threaten him?
If Gul 'dan had real self-awareness, he would probably go crazy.
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