It was another tornado-like attack, but compared to Grom's Whirlwind Slash, the [Bladestorm] was the real tornado, the real killer move!
A terrifying tornado made of blood and wind swept up from the top of the mountain.
Under the high-speed rotation, whether it was Theon, Laing, or Tom, they all lost track of the mysterious sword saint who had ambushed them. They could barely see a green figure spinning at high speed in the turbulent air currents.
As Laing retreated with his sword, the Wang Family guards beside him rushed forward without any regard for their own lives. The result was that the guards were instantly minced into meat paste.
Looking at the familiar faces he had known for many years being killed by the sword, Laing almost wanted to rush into the storm of sword energy and fight it out with the other party.
Tom Seamus slammed backwards, using his sturdy pauldrons to push Laing out of the [Bladestorm]'s killing range. However, the other party chased after him like a shadow, determined to kill Laing.
This was no longer a swordsmanship. The high-speed rotation of his body brought with it countless sword energies that were like real swords, slashing horizontally at everything that tried to block his way.
The human bodies clad in standard iron armor, the thickened shields wrapped in wooden planks, the trenches dug around the mountain, and the stone pillboxes, everything looked so sturdy.
However, all these seemingly indestructible things had become victims of the [Bladestorm]'s terrifying meat grinder.
The human body was cut into pieces, and even if it was picked up, it would not know how to piece it back together.
The shield was cut into pieces.
The trenches were instantly opened up.
And the stone pillbox was directly lifted off the roof.
The attack of this berserk sword saint was completely beyond human imagination.
At this moment, Laing suddenly calmed down and accepted reality. He was very grateful to Tirion Fordring who came at the last moment, and he knew very well that he was sent by Duque at a critical moment. But this kind of power was not something a mortal could resist, right?
Listening to the high-speed cutting sound, Laing helplessly closed his eyes with a bitter smile.
One second.
Two seconds.
Five seconds …
The blade that represented death never came. Instead, it emitted an intense sound of metal clashing not far from him.
Theon's tall and burly figure stood in front of him and Seamus like a nail. The storm of blades slashed at him.
Countless swords on his body? Dismember the corpse into ten thousand pieces?
None of this happened. Instead, Laing saw an oval cover that glowed with a holy golden light appear on Theon's body. It was this shield that withstood the seemingly invincible Blade Storm.
Was this really … a god!?
Looking at the system elf's report, Duque was a little confused.
"Congratulations, Tirion Fordring, who you urgently dispatched to the eastern battlefield, saved King Laing at the critical moment with [Blessing of Sacrifice] and [Divine Protection]. King Laing's attitude towards you has risen to 'Entrust Life and Death'. "
Duque knew what it meant, but Duque was more interested in Theon's two skills.
[Blessing of Sacrifice]: Use the power of the holy light to protect an ally, so that the user of the blessing bears a portion of any kind of damage.
[Divine Protection]: Stimulate the holy light in the body, using the power of the holy light to make oneself immune to all attacks for a few seconds.
The holy light in this world seemed to be more powerful than he had imagined!
On the other side, seeing that he couldn't kill Laing even with his ultimate move, the mysterious Sword Saint reluctantly retreated. His figure disappeared into thin air. After using his ultimate move, he would probably fall into a period of weakness for a long time. That kind of terrifying move, which concentrated all of his strength for a few days in an instant, would not come without a price.
He wouldn't have to worry about that guy for a long time.
At this time, in the image of the Mage's Eyes, he saw that Duque had sent Theon to save King Laing. There was a burst of applause in the command center.
"That's amazing! Vice Commander. "
"Oh my god, how did you think of that?"
Duque was flattered because this was praise from the five kings of the Alliance. Although he had saved his boss, saving Laing was also helping these kings. With a great enemy in front of them, no one wanted the Alliance to fall apart.
"Well, now we just need to …" Before Duque finished speaking, he saw a hunchbacked figure appear in the vision of the Mage's Eyes.
In the next instant, the Mage's Eyes was destroyed.
However, Duque saw that on the two hilltops closest to the port, two [Fire Rain] areas the size of four football fields had fallen.
A Fire Rain area the size of eight football fields, was this done by an ordinary Warlock?
Duke and Antonidas looked out of the window at the same time, looking at the burning hills in the distance, and the people on fire who were writhing in pain. Those little people on fire in their field of vision were the elites of the Alliance!
On top of the hill, the volume of the screams suddenly doubled, and then quickly quieted down.
And on the beach, naturally, the cheers of the orcs burst out.
With the help of the system elf, a figure that was originally just a small black dot rapidly expanded in Duque's vision, and expanded again and again. It was a hunchbacked orc holding an evil skull staff. His face was old, his movements unsteady, and his back was full of huge bone spikes.
It felt like this guy didn't need anyone to touch him, he might throw himself to his death on the road in the next second.
But no matter who Duque looked down on, he wouldn't look down on this mysterious orc who used [Water Float] to stand on the waves, his body swaying up and down with the waves.
He was the terrifying existence that stood at the end of the path of evil in the mortal world.
The muscles on Duque's face kept twitching, and his face was ashen as he squeezed out three words with great difficulty.
"Gul 'dan!"
Duque was absolutely sure that the historical Gul 'dan did not participate in the Battle of the Hillsbrad Hills. He didn't know if it was because the butterfly Duque had changed the course of fate too much, but it actually attracted Gul 'dan.
The only thing he could rejoice about now was that Gul 'dan was no longer that demigod Gul' dan. After being tricked by Medivh, Gul 'dan's strength had dropped by at least half.
Unfortunately, even if Gul 'dan's strength had dropped by half, he was still not someone that the Sky Wizard Duque could contend against.
Duque walked over to Antonidas and bowed deeply, "Apologies, Chairman Antonidas. The other party was once a demigod Warlock, the strongest Orc in the mysterious domain, Gul 'dan. Other than you, only Cuel Salas' Sun King can contend against him. "
Facing the expectant gazes from all directions, Antonidas leaned on his staff and stroked his long white beard, his face filled with the pride of a strong person.
"Hahaha! The Dalajan will not refuse responsibility! The same goes for the Dalajan chairman! "
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