Chapter 561
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Duque was conflicted.
For the people around him who were likely to encounter misfortune, Du Ke was eager to change their fate and history so that they could get rid of the curse of death.
However, Duque was extremely conflicted. There were too many changes in history, and it was very likely that he would not be able to encounter those legendary moments in history that shocked him.
Just like this moment — the famous charge of Uther's Twelve Paladins.
After witnessing Uther's act of courage, Duque felt as if he had really transmigrated and joined this epic battle.
"Oh no! There's not enough space! "Lothar, who was still at the back, suddenly discovered the problem. Orgrim discovered Uther's suicidal charge at the first moment. He actually managed to gather his guards before Uther's Twelve Paladins arrived!
At this moment, there were three chieftain rank fellows and close to three hundred elite Twin-headed Ogre guards huddled together.
With such a strong lineup, there was not even a place to stand.
If Uther just rushed over like that, he would be courting death!
No matter how strong his horse was, it would not be able to knock away the two-headed Ogre that weighed nearly a ton.
Who?
Who can cover for Uther!?
As if hearing Andoine's scream in his heart, a miracle happened.
On the right flank of the Alliance, there was a sudden burst of new light.
"Duke Marcus!?" Countless Alliance commanders exclaimed.
It was not surprising that they were shocked. Because of the appearance of Baron Geddon, almost all the mages and priests of the Alliance began to retreat. [Mana Burn] with an area of effect that had a range of unknown kilometers was definitely a nightmare for low-ranked Spell Casters.
The few mages from the various countries retreated. The Dalajan mages also retreated. Even Antonidas retreated. Even if there was news that the high-ranking priests' [Dispel] could counteract this mysterious attack that mortals had never seen before, the mages who had always been cautious would not dare to risk their lives in a battle like this.
Duque dared!
This was because he had a clear understanding of Baron Geddon, but more than that, it was …
Courage!
Yes! It was not inferior to the weapons of the Twelve Paladins who launched the Charge of Death.
At this moment, the five first-generation holy knights all turned to look at Duque. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, they could still clearly feel Duque's will —
Go! I'll clear a path for you!
"Hahahaha!" Uther let out a rare laugh.
The five first-generation holy knights laughed.
The twelve Holy Knights all laughed.
This was a maniacal laughter that came from facing the gates of hell under the gaze of the Grim Reaper.
This was because he had suddenly found a confidant in the midst of despair and terror, and he was laughing happily!
"Who said that Mages are cowards?" Saidan Dathrohan laughed as he spurred his horse forward.
"Yes! We at least have Duke Marcus! "Tirion Fordring gently bumped his hammer against Turalyon's.
"Hahaha! As long as I survive, I'll smash my hammer into the face of whoever dares to say such things in the future! "Gavinrad cackled.
At this moment, even though they were hundreds of meters apart, they could still feel that Duque was standing behind them.
Duque abandoned his horse and stood on the roof of a modified steam tank. And the one driving the tank for him was the King of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, Great Blacksmith Magni Bronzebeard!
"Ready!" Magni yelled.
"Then let's go!"
A pair of huge light wings formed by 1,024 Hands of Magic suddenly stretched out from behind Duque, and then countless balls of pure magic, five-colored light balls rose from various parts of his body.
The sky-blue light balls were infused with the power of wind inherited from the Storm Altar.
The blue-white light balls represented the waves of lightning that came from the same place.
The azure light balls demonstrated the inherent power of the Frost Elemental Power of Mages.
The purple-blue light balls represented the mysterious arcane brilliance that had been passed down for thousands of years.
And the golden flames were even more poured into the spirit of Duque and the entire human race. It was the spirit of unruly resistance and never yielding to fate.
Thousands of five-colored light balls and a [Grand Marshal's Combat Staff] shone brightly beyond the mortal world on the battlefield that had already collapsed.
As if they felt the call of this ball of brilliance, many of the fleeing Alliance soldiers stopped in their tracks and stared dumbfoundedly in the direction where Duque was.
This brilliance was so dazzling that people didn't even notice that the even larger Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza had arrived.
Accompanied by the terrible mechanical sound of the steam tank, the Hands of Magic floating on the left and right of Duque began to fire in unison.
It was as if the most dazzling meteor shower suddenly fell from the sky.
The glistening magic energy ball forcibly entered the Orcs' field of vision, drawing terrifying arcs that made their hearts palpitate, announcing the arrival of death to every Orc.
"Rumble!"
The first wave of attack was the fiercest [Chain Lightning]. More than 300 huge lightning chains that were even longer than flagpoles shot into the Orc formation, winding and flashing.
The magic-resistant Orcs were directly turned into charcoal, and those with high resistance were at least paralyzed by the electricity, unable to move.
Then, continuous flashes of flames erupted from the Orcs' left flank to the front.
Boom, boom, boom!
The violent explosions instantly engulfed the entire front line of the Orcs.
Many Orc soldiers who had just arrived at Azeroth from Draenor were fortunate enough to meet Duque, the terrifying Pharaoh who could be said to be an entire team of Mages on the battlefield of the Eastern Kingdom for the first time.
Not every Orc came from the Blackrock Clan that was born with high resistance to fire.
Just by touching the fire element that was wrapped in a thin layer of elemental skin, it would immediately release all the magical power contained within. In an instant, the flames incinerated everything it touched — hair, skin, flesh, and bones.
The explosion of the flames not only brought about a terrifying burning power, but also a terrifying impact. The terrifying explosion affected the Orc infantrymen, blowing them into pieces and sending broken limbs flying everywhere.
The first to be hit by the fireball was, of course, immediately dead.
The secondary damage caused by the explosion of the fireball was definitely not to be underestimated.
A broken hammer head shot towards the orc beside him like a cannonball. The orc's left pauldron, which was forged by the Dark Iron Dwarves, was first deformed by the force of the blow. Then, every bone in his entire arm was smashed horizontally by the huge impact.
The terrifying impact that had yet to completely dissipate sent the head of the hammer and the unlucky person it hit flying horizontally. The Orc's left breastplate instantly caved in during this process, directly turning the ribs, left lung, and even the heart that should have been well-protected into a pile of minced meat.
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