Duque's spell did not deal much damage, not even as much as a swing from Grom's axe.
What a slap in the face!
Arthas had plotted and finally found a chance to kill off one of the enemy Mages. Not only was he stopped, he even pulled a bomb over?
Even though he no longer cared about his appearance after becoming a Death Knight, he still lost face when his face was charred black.
Arthas felt wronged!
He immediately roared.
It seemed like he only roared because his throat was itchy. Only Duque, with the special vision of the System Elf, could see the faint green light.
Damn, is this idiot releasing the plague?
"Dispel!" Actually, even without Duque's order, the two Holy Knights were already doing it.
The holy light chased away the hidden plague on the Orc hero, but it could not get rid of the plague bacteria in the air.
At this time, Duque made his move again.
An ice tornado with a diameter of tens of meters rose up in an instant.
The ice tornado itself did not have much lethality, but everyone could feel that the surrounding air had cleared up.
There was no longer the thick stench of blood on the battlefield, as if one was swimming in blood plasma. There was also no longer the faint nauseating stench of plague dust that was spreading. All that was left in the air was the refreshing Holy Light aura that the two Holy Knights exuded.
Now, even an idiot knew that Arthas's move had been countered by Duque once again.
Orgrim wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in the Ancient Shaman language, "Guyle, watch carefully. Watch how Duque pushes his prey into the abyss step by step. This method of killing the prey with the least cost is something you must learn to become a qualified leader. "
Thrall's pupils shrank.
That's right!
It did not matter if the Horde would still fight against the Alliance after this battle.
The only thing they could be sure of was that the Horde was no longer the large Horde that seemed to have an endless supply of soldiers. The Orcs were indeed a powerful and brave race, but they only had a little over a hundred thousand Orcs. If they fought another two battles of this level, they would all be wiped out.
He had to admit that Duque's fighting style was the most suitable for the Beastmen to survive in.
At this time, Sal had not cultivated the Path of Shamanism, and as a warrior, his martial arts were far from the peak. Therefore, although he was holding the line, he was actually working hard to learn the Path of Battle and the Path of Control.
On the other side, after the Elven Prince began to use accurate magic to support the few vanguards, Arthas finally fell into a difficult situation.
It was one thing for Duque to make a move from time to time, but there was also Antonidas by Duque's side!
Even if this Chairman Kirin Tor was old, a Breaking Dawn Mage was still a Breaking Dawn Mage. He represented the highest battle power in the mortal world, so how could he be ignored?
For a moment, Arthis was extremely hesitant. She didn't know if she should play that card.
Right at this moment, Duque said leisurely, "Have you locked onto it?"
"Got it!" Antonidas raised his white beard, exuding the aura of a Breaking Dawn Wizard.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master." Duque bowed.
"For the Alliance!" As soon as he finished speaking, Antonidas used [Flash] and crossed a distance of 200 meters, suddenly appearing in the middle of a large group of zombies and ghouls.
If it were a mortal, it would be courting death.
For a powerhouse of his level, this was the stage where he could use magic wantonly.
An ordinary Wizard's [Frost Nova] could only cover a distance of a few meters.
Antonidas' [Frost Nova], on the other hand, was like throwing a ten-thousand-ton boulder into a wide, calm lake. What it raised was an exaggerated ice storm wave that was at least 15 meters high.
"Whoosh!" Within a radius of 100 meters, regardless of whether it was the weak zombies, skeleton soldiers, ghouls, or the stronger cave demons and gargoyles, or even the semi-spiritual banshees, they were all turned into solid ice sculptures by this ultimate move of Antonidas'.
"Whoosh — —" An ice storm blew. In the violent cold wind, the Breaking Dawn Mage's robes fluttered in the wind, making a loud sound.
The ice sculptures a moment ago shattered into ice shards in the next moment and were blown away by the strong wind.
Then, a huge winged creature that didn't exist in the first place was blasted out of thin air.
It was a humanoid creature that was more than five meters tall, with a pair of huge purplish-blue bat wings. It was wearing a blue armor with silver edges. Seeing the curved goat horns on its head, a shocking name popped into everyone's mind — Dreadlord!
In the Burning Legion's endless expansion, conquest, and destruction, many races had joined the Burning Legion, and the Dreadlord race was one of the best.
These horned creatures were not any weaker than Eredar's elite warriors.
After tens of thousands of years, they had completely integrated into the Burning Legion and played the role of high-ranking commanders in the entire legion.
This Dreadlord seemed to be surprised that he was blasted out.
Then, with a sinister smile, he placed his left hand on his chest and gave Antonidas a noble greeting, "Greetings, human powerhouse. I am the Dreadlord Kaesranatir. May I have the honor of hearing your name? "
He was so polite that people could not help but associate this ugly Dreadlord with those nobles' butlers.
Antonidas coldly snorted, "You will know my name before you die!" After saying that, he waved his wand and a shocking wave of ice instantly swept towards the Dreadlord.
In the next second, one human and one demon, the two of them began a chase.
In the blink of an eye, no one knew where the two of them had gone.
At this moment, Duque finally strode into the battlefield as if he was strolling in his own backyard.
"Yo! Arthas! I'll give you one last chance. If you can still beg for reinforcements from your Lich King master, then hurry up. Otherwise, when I start, you won't have a chance anymore. "
That was absolute confidence!
And absolute arrogance!
Beside them, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were fighting fiercely.
Every moment, every minute, every second, there were lives being lost, and then they were being devoured by the power of the Canopy of Undead.
A moment ago, they were brothers, a moment later, they were enemies!
It was clearly such a chaotic and disorderly battle situation.
But when it came to Duque, it felt as if nothing in the world could escape Duque's calculations, and everything would fall into his hands.
Sal tightly gripped the steel axe in his right hand, his left hand clenched into a fist. His surroundings were covered in frost, and in this cold atmosphere, Sal found himself sweating.
It turned out that this was the Duke Marcus who single-handedly reversed the war by destroying 1 million beastmen and destroying 1 million beastmen?
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
