The scene in front of his eyes was extremely weird.
Lothar was so infuriated by Duque that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't know how to face Duque at all.
At first glance, Duque looked so tall and mighty.
His short black hair was all standing up because of the arcane energy waves. Wearing the classic robe of the royal Mage group of Storm City, Duque stood at the center of the battlefield with two clusters of blue and purple arcane energy in his hands.
Countless Hands of Magic made of white light floated in the air, and the light from the continuous barrage of purple and blue arcane bullets reflected the relaxed expression on Duque's face.
He wasn't very tall. Perhaps because he was too young, Duque was even shorter than everyone on the scene, but everyone felt that he was taller and more stalwart than anyone else. His pair of black eyes were like obsidian embedded in his eye sockets, deep and wise.
Countless arcane lights flashed in his or his Hands of Magic's palms, and then went to the place where they should go.
It was to block Gul 'dan's fireballs, or to save a human elite soldier who was almost killed by the enemy's Orc guards. Lothar had seen more than once that his men were in a crisis of certain death, but they were all saved by the lightning arrows that Duque released with Multicasting.
A flash that was similar to a [Blind] or a direct attack, Duke's every attempt to save the situation seemed to be understated, yet it was just right.
Those who didn't know what was going on might think that God Duque was so awesome that not only could he easily beat up his opponents, but he also had the time to cover his teammates.
In fact, that wasn't the case at all.
Duque was on the losing side!
Lothar finally couldn't help but roar, "Hey! Duque, do you need help? "
In fact, nobody had time to help Duque, but the problem was that Lothar was worried!
"Calm down. I can't win on my side, but don't think that I'll lose either. I can stall for a day and a night if I want to stall. " With that said, Duque even had time to instantly cast Flame Burst to help Lothar smash Black Hand's face.
"Good job!" Taking advantage of the gap created by Duque, Lothar gave Black Hand a heavy blow. The tip of his sword, which was sharper than a nail, easily pierced through the gap of Black Hand's armor, leaving a wound at least five centimeters deep. Lothar was absolutely certain that the sword had stabbed the edge of Black Hand's lung.
"Hoooooo —" Black Hand let out an angry roar. He turned around and glared at Duque with his bloodshot eyes.
Black Hand actually gave up to Lothar and charged straight at Duque.
"Hiss!" Noxus sucked in a breath of cold air. He knew what would happen to Duke if he was hit by Blackhand's Hammer of Destruction. He had no choice but to chase after them madly.
Even if it wasn't Blackhand's true body, that mountain-like terrifying figure could easily make even the most valiant of warriors feel weak when they saw it. Noxus couldn't imagine what would happen to Duke, who didn't have much actual combat experience, against a Black Hand.
Duque's death caused the entire situation to collapse?
Even if he didn't want to admit it, Duque was already the most important member of this assault team. In a sense, Duque's existence was as important as Lothar's.
"Bang! Bang! "With two sounds, two elite soldiers of Storm City who tried to stop Black Hand were easily sent flying. The huge iron hammers, one on the left and one on the right, were just ordinary pendulums, but that kind of unstoppable force was not something an ordinary human could withstand.
There were no more obstacles between Duque and Black Hand. At this moment, Gul 'dan's mirror image also began to attack.
The raging flames enveloped Duque's body. From Lothar's perspective, he could only see Duque's blurry figure. Not only the flames, but Lothar also felt the arrival of the curse.
[Curse of Pain] and [Ignite], as well as some unknown spells, several Warlock spells that could cause continuous damage poured down on Duque.
Putting aside the fact that Duque had to face Black Hand, just Gul 'dan's attacks weren't something that Duque could handle.
Not good!
Not good!
In that instant, Lothar felt as if his heart had been pierced. He almost wanted to throw his sword to save Leylin.
However, the gap between mediocrity and genius was revealed in this instant.
The mana that Duque had released was instantly restrained in his palm in less than a tenth of a second. Noxus did not know how much control over arcane energy was required to achieve this. All he knew was that he had only seen magic techniques of this level on Medivh's body. Even Morning Star Wizards could not compare.
If the previous retraction could be considered an illusion, then the highly condensed arcane energy in his palm was instantly magnified again, turning into a clear giant palm with five fingers. It slapped the great chief's black hand away … Just this move alone was enough to make Noxus clap his hands in praise.
This was not the end.
Orcs' battle instincts were terrifyingly high.
While Black Hand weighed more than 250 kilograms, his body was never clumsy. Lothar could clearly see that Black Hand's body was beginning to adjust in mid-air. Even if he struck again, he might not be able to find an opening.
At this moment, Duque used [Flash].
His entire body suddenly turned into a beam of light and disappeared. When his figure reappeared, he was already next to Black Hand.
He spread out his right hand, and a cone-shaped cold sea breeze suddenly erupted from Duque's palm, covering Black Hand's body. This move did not depend on the attack power of Duque's magic, but on the speed reduction effect that ice magic often had.
A visible layer of frost covered Blackhand's body, from his feet all the way to his waist. This caused Black Hand's efforts to adjust his posture in mid-air to go up in smoke.
Most importantly, Lothar suddenly discovered that because Black Hand could not adjust his body, his entire back was facing him. Through the gap between Black Hand's armor and helmet, Lothar had a wonderful opportunity to kill Black Hand.
In the chess space, the great chief Black Hand relied on his amazing strength, but this shameless man actually wore two sets of armor. The outside was a steel plate that was a full three centimeters thick, and the inside was an unknown leather armor. This made it difficult for Lothar to find an opportunity to kill Black Hand.
But now it was different. Because of this rare body position, Lothar's longsword was able to smoothly stab into Black Hand's heart.
"Chi — —" The King's Sword pierced the muscle between the back and the shoulder blade, straight into Black Hand's heart.
For a moment, Lothar was worried whether this strange chess space would renege on its promise, such as counting Orcs as undead creatures or something.
Obviously, Lothar's worry was unnecessary.
Suddenly, hundreds of lightning bolts struck down from the empty sky.
"Boom!" Almost every soldier who was engaged in a fierce battle became absent-minded. Fortunately, the chess level abided by the rules. After the lightning bolts struck, all the enemies, including the murlocs, Nagas, and Gnolls summoned by Duque, disappeared without a trace.
"Did we win?" Lothar was still a little skeptical.
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