[Bullet Time] was a ridiculous thing, but with the help of the System Elf, Duque managed to do it.
The time around him suddenly slowed down a hundred times, and the thing that had almost reached the speed of sound was finally reflected in Duke's retina under the almost stagnant time.
It was a strange, huge single-edged axe. The edge of the axe looked like a huge hook, or an elephant's trunk.
There were not many axes like this in the World of Azeroth, but they were definitely not few either.
Considering that the person who threw the axe was at least a hundred meters away from Duque, it was impossible for someone to throw an axe like this from a hundred meters away. And from a hundred meters away, he was able to throw an axe in such an inhumane manner. When he threw it, it let out a terrifying shriek that could shatter one's soul, as well as a terrifying power that could split the heavens and split the earth.
There was only one name for this axe — [Bloodhowl]!
An ordinary axe was obviously not worth Duque's surprise. This [Bloodhowl] was the most important part of its owner's reputation.
Grom Hellhowl — even though Duque was a human and was destined to join the Alliance in the future, he could not help but respect this hero of the Horde.
Looking in the direction where the axe was thrown, with the help of the System, a burly figure was marked out by a red border.
As a veteran player, Duque recognized Grom at a glance. He had braided hair, which was rare among Orcs. His black hair was parted in the middle, and he had a ferocious trapezoidal face. He also had a shoulder guard on his right shoulder, and a belt with a skull pattern across his chest. His brown body was covered with muscles that contained an unimaginable explosive power.
He even maintained the gesture of throwing the axe.
Grom Hellhowl was famous because he was the first Orc to be bewitched by Gul 'dan and drink the blood of the Abyssal Lord Mannoroth. This caused the dark brown Orcs' skin to turn green, and they gained the power to invade the World of Azeroth.
As the chief of the Warsong Tribe, one of the most powerful Orc clans, Grom's strength was definitely top-notch.
In the second Battle of the Dark Portal in 'history', the axe of Grom, who was responsible for guarding the Dark Portal, was stained with the blood of human warriors. He had killed as many as 48 famous and powerful knights. His greatest achievement in 'history' was when he sacrificed himself and cooperated with Thrall to kill the Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth, who had harmed the Orcs.
Duque had never imagined that Grom Hellscream, who hadn't participated in the first battle at the Dark Portal, would actually come to ambush him.
History had once again reached a turning point!
At this moment, Duque felt as if his spiritual sea had frozen.
Seeing something didn't mean you could do it.
Duque's scalp went numb. From [Bullet Time], which had slowed down the flow of time, he saw the starting point of the axe and the ending point of the axe — his back. However, there was no way for Duque to dodge this sure-kill attack.
Speed up, deceleration, left and right dodging, block … In that instant, the system genie helped Duque simulate what would happen next thousands of times in his mind, but Duque couldn't escape even once.
This had nothing to do with technique.
This was an attack that had completely surpassed the boundaries of martial arts, physics, and science.
It felt as if this was the kind of attack that was guaranteed to hit, and the process of making up for the hit itself was a completely unreasonable attack that went against the laws of karma.
Lothar was the king's sword that had gathered the will and faith of humans for more than a thousand years. Grom's axe toss had also gathered all the spirit, energy, and spirit of this' Sword Saint 'who was also from the Fireblade Clan, as well as the wild and unparalleled will of the hundred thousand warriors of the clan.
"The Orcs will never be slaves —" Grom Hellscream's classic roar seemed to echo in Duque's ears.
In this spinning axe, Duque saw an illusion. He saw the struggle and struggle of the Orcs on the land of Draenor for thousands of years.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest.
The Orcs became the masters of the land of Draenor with their wild and unyielding will.
Now that Draenor was heading towards destruction, the Orcs saw Azeroth as the next stop for the Orcs to reproduce and continue because of the collusion between Gul 'dan and Sargeras.
There was no compromise, no fluke.
At this moment, Duque finally realized that even though he was a Mage, sometimes he had to fight for real.
"Hah —" Duque yelled. At this time, Darnielle, who was helping to steer the Gryphon, was scared out of his wits when he realized that twenty meters behind him, there was an incomparably huge axe cleaving through the air.
Suddenly, twelve magic formations and thirty-six Hands of Magic appeared not far in front of the Gryphon's left.
Darnielle's mouth was wide open in shock, and he didn't even realize that the strong wind brought by the high-speed flight was pouring into his mouth, causing his face to swell and become very funny.
[Multi-Casting] and [Mobile Casting] were two special Metamagic Abilities that many Mages couldn't train for a lifetime. Not everyone could calm down while moving at high speed, let every incantation enter the spirit sea, and use magic power to activate them in the correct order.
Not to mention [Multi-Casting] of [Mobile Casting].
Even if Duque cast his magic silently, it was still an inconceivable thing for mortals.
It was like a person running at the speed of a 100-meter race and reciting 48 different ancient poems of more than 100 words in his mind at the same time without slowing down.
Was this done by a human?
But Duque did it with the help of the system elf.
Not only Darnielle, but Orgrim, Kilrogg, and Samuro, who were watching Grom Hellroar nervously from below, as well as the Great Chief Blackhand not far away, and thousands of Orcs all witnessed this spectacle.
The gorgeous formation that suddenly appeared in the sky was like a miracle depicted in epics.
[Arcane Impact] fell with a loud bang.
It wasn't the messy kind of torrential rain, but a kind of strange rhythm, a very regular and accurate shot.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang … "In a very short time, dozens of Arcane Impact Spells fell on the spinning axe blade, each strike less than one-fiftieth of a second apart. But each strike hit the same position on the left of the spinning axe blade that was constantly changing position in the air.
From left to right, the [Arcane Impact] on the twelve magic formations blasted out, and the thirty-six Hands of Magic also blasted out Arcane Bullets.
Unknowingly, the great [Bloodroar] had been led astray.
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