Hand of Magic — a level-0 spell that was drawn as a cantrip. Even a magic apprentice could easily cast it.
But what about a hundred Hands of Magic?
For a moment, General Tom Seamus almost thought that all the Royal Mages of Stormwind City had arrived. Seamus didn't dare to expect the Royal Family's Mage Team to appear here since they were the treasures of the king and the nobles.
There was a saying in the upper echelons of the military that unless the enemy attacked Stormwind City, they wouldn't be able to see all the Royal Mages.
Mages were mysterious, powerful, and noble. Their food and accommodation had to be the best. Even if the whole army was eating grass, the Pharaoh had to eat white bread. And they couldn't tolerate any noise when they were resting.
The scarcity of Mages led to Mages rarely going to the battlefield.
The team of Mages on the battlefield today was put together by Duke Bolvar Fordragon and several nobles. When they decided to retreat, they retreated as soon as possible.
Why were there Mages on the battlefield?
And they looked like they were on the same side!
Wiping his bloodstained eyes, Seamus suddenly found that the things stuck in the orcs were very strange. They were all forged diamond-shaped awls. They were obviously larger than the arrowheads of bows, but they weren't as big as daggers.
However, it was these awls that made hundreds of orcs cover their eyes and roll on the ground in pain. And twice that number of orcs were sent flying down the hill, seemingly dead.
Was this also magic?
The next moment, a striking black shadow floated down from the top of the hill.
He was wearing a weird black robe, and his entire face was hidden in the hood, making it impossible to see his face. The Hands of Magic around him, which were made of arcane energy, launched Arcane Missiles ferociously as he descended.
No, it couldn't be called Arcane Missiles anymore. It was a barrage!
Denser than a rainstorm and more violent than a rain of arrows, those were Arcane Missiles that only official Mages could launch. As an experienced general, Seamus could tell at a glance that it was definitely not something that a novice Earth Mage of the Royal Mages could release.
Every purple-blue Arcane Missile was not only fast, but also powerful. Even an Orc's skull would be blown off by a single Arcane Missile that hit the face of a Beastman, whose swords might get stuck if they tried to slash at it.
More terrifyingly, those Arcane Missiles were launched from the descending Hand of Magic.
Shooting while moving! But he did not panic at all.
What kind of spell control was this?
And it wasn't one Hand of Magic, but more than a hundred?!
Even Ximos's eyes were worth it!
For a moment, he almost thought that the damn, mysterious Guardian Medivh had returned to His Majesty Laing's side to fight for the entire Azeroth.
He was absolutely sure that it was not Medivh.
Medivh never hid his head but showed his tail, and Medivh rarely used such low-level spells.
Even though Medivh rarely cast spells, Lin Li's impression of him was that Medivh also liked to bombard things.
Then … who was he?
General Seamus's curiosity almost burst his chest.
At this moment, an old voice came from the black-robed Mage's hood. "General Seamus, take your men and retreat. Leave this to me."
On the battlefield, soldiers only accepted military orders.
General Seamus almost instinctively wanted to reject him, but he shuddered. He saw his subordinates. Although their faces were still filled with determination, their eyes were filled with exhaustion and sorrow that could not be concealed. Most of their comrades were already in eternal rest here.
If necessary, they were absolutely willing to accompany their fallen comrades in eternal rest.
But was there a need for that?
General Seamus knew very well that these were the last seeds of the Gryphon Legion. If they were all killed, the Gryphon Legion would forever disappear from the battlefield in Stormwind.
Gritting his teeth, General Seamus roared, "Sir Mage, thank you for your help, but the last order the Gryphon Legion received was to defend this place to the death."
Under the black robe, Duque was stunned. He did not think that Seamus would be so stubborn. No, it should be said that he was so stubborn.
How was he going to convince this guy?
Duque was also anxious. He lightly tapped the left side of his chest, and a Mage's badge flashed.
"His Majesty Wrynn has orders. You have already completed the task of stopping the enemy. Now retreat immediately. After you go down the mountain, there will be backup to cover you. "
General Seamus's body trembled. He had been in the army for many years. How could he not tell that the black-robed man in front of him was actually faking an imperial edict? Stormwind had a strict military system. The secrets within were definitely not known to outsiders.
He almost wanted to curse the black-robed old man.
But the badge of the members of the Royal Family Mage Squad was definitely real. Most importantly, he saw the will to live suddenly emerging on the faces of the young men around him.
How could he bear to let so many good lads die in a hopeless battle?
"What's the backup? Tell me. Otherwise, I can't take the risk of ten thousand troops and twenty thousand civilians being chased and accept such an order from His Majesty. "
Duque was anxious too. In the end, he told Seamus one of the backup plans through [Mage's Messenger].
As soon as Seamus heard it, he immediately perked up. "Warriors of Stormwind, listen up. The main force has successfully retreated. We are now retreating in an orderly manner! "
Seamus's loud shout undoubtedly gave the soldiers of the Gryphon Legion a shot of adrenaline.
Under the suppression of Duque's storm-like magic missiles, the Gryphon Legion on this side of the mountain began to retreat in an orderly manner.
On another mountain, Andoine, who was in the midst of a bloody battle, immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Damn it! How could Seamus retreat at this time!? "At this moment, Lothar even wanted to kill Seamus.
The two mountains acted as a barrier for each other. However, once one of the mountains was lost, it would be easy for the other mountain to fall into the enemy's counterattack.
Lothar had witnessed the ability of the orcs to climb mountains like they were on flat ground.
In the blink of an eye, the Beastmen, who had been out of the archers' shooting range, had gone from shooting arrows to shooting straight arrows. In the blink of an eye, they didn't even need to use their spears anymore. They were already using their swords to fight in close combat.
However, Andoine immediately discovered that the orcs on the opposite side of the mountain did not chase after them. Instead, they showed signs of dispersing. It was because the orcs' green skin was very eye-catching under the sun.
Before Lothar could react, he suddenly discovered that there was something wrong with the orcs in front of him.
A large area of ice appeared under the feet of the orcs, and the line of battle between the orcs and the human soldiers was the boundary of the ice. The extreme slipperiness of their feet greatly weakened the orcs' ability to climb mountains.
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