Some things were precious only after they were lost.
Take Medivh for example.
With the Guardian of Azeroth and the strongest mage in the world, King Laing could face the most powerful human kingdom, Rotterdam.
No matter how many beastmen there were, it would only take a few biu, biu, biu to finish them off.
Teach the Orcs how to behave.
Now …
Sigh, it's all tears.
At this moment, Lothar had yet to confirm that Medivh was the culprit who caused the entire kingdom to fall into a crisis. However, he was clear about one thing. If even the elite Gryphon Legion was defeated like this, the ordinary garrison troops and private soldiers of the nobles would not be a match for them.
At this rate, Stormwind would definitely be destroyed by the green-skinned monsters.
He had thought about it countless times. If he could return alive this time, he would try to persuade Laing to mobilize the seven human kingdoms to fight against the green tide.
But that was just a thought.
Until a mysterious black-robed mage floated over from the opposite mountain peak.
No one would have noticed him, but the problem was that the mage's appearance was too cool. Not only did he freeze the Orcs' feet as he floated in the air, but he also had more than a hundred [Mage Hand] that fired [Arcane Missiles] non-stop.
Mobile casting was not a very advanced technique. Many official mages knew how to do it.
But controlling more than a hundred Hands of Magic to fire at the Orcs while he was on the move, and almost all of the bullets hit. That was terrifying.
Anduin Lothar was almost dazed.
Should he say that this black-robed mage was strong? It felt like he was only using low-level spells.
Should he say that he was not strong? The power of this person turning the entire situation around in a short period of time was really terrifying. Perhaps half of the mages of the Wang Family would only be able to achieve such an effect.
For a moment, Lothar almost thought that his old friend Medivh had turned over a new leaf and returned to the good side.
The newcomer was definitely not Medivh. That strange arcane energy definitely did not belong to Medivh.
"Lothar! Take your people and evacuate immediately! This old man has prepared a few gifts for these rough fellows. "It was still the same old voice, and Noxus was stunned to hear it.
Duque knew that Noxus wouldn't believe him. Noxus gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Let's retreat. Someone will cover us."
Lothar ordered. He didn't completely believe the mysterious old man's words, but compared to Seamus, his current situation was worse. Seamus was the first to retreat. If he didn't retreat, when the Orcs surrounded him, his troops would be annihilated even faster.
Just as the remnants of the Gryphon Legion retreated up the mountain, Noxus finally received the cover that the mysterious elder had mentioned.
They were hundreds of strange 'arrows'. Lothar's sharp eyesight clearly saw that these 'arrows' were longer and more peculiar than the arrows of the Stormwind archers. At first, he thought that these were the arrows that the Elven Rangers loved, but upon closer inspection, he was shocked to find that these 'arrows' were not fired from bowstrings at all. Similarly, they were not ballistae.
Noxus couldn't possibly understand that this was a piece of technology that Duque had brought that could be replicated in this era.
As a player who had also played Total War – Rome 2, Duke accidentally found a piece of information. He had forgotten about this piece of information, but the system genie managed to find it.
That was — the Roman heavy javelin.
The spearhead of the heavy javelin had been specially made:
First, one of the rivets on the spearhead had been replaced with wood, so that the javelin would break upon impact, making it impossible for the enemy to pull it out and throw it back.
Then, the great Emperor Caesar had also made improvements to this kind of javelin. He added a hard iron spearhead to the soft metal shaft, so that the javelin's penetrative power was greater. However, the spearhead was not fully quenched, so it would bend after impact and be difficult to pull out. Later, there were light javelins with lead lumps added to the wooden and iron joint. These javelins had a longer flight range.
So what Noxus saw was the final version of the heavy javelin after three generations of improvements.
On the hilltop, hundreds of young fishermen were throwing javelins after javelin with all their might. After several months of training, they were already very familiar with throwing this strange javelin. However, they had no idea that from the beginning, Duque had not trained them to hunt whales, but to make them javelin throwers.
Light bows and arrows could not cause fatal damage to the strong orcs, but javelins were different. The heavy and specially made javelins drew beautiful parabolas in the air. They flew over the heads of the stunned Gryphon Legion soldiers and accurately pierced into the burly bodies of the orcs.
Under the acceleration of gravity, javelins became sharp weapons that spread death. More than once, orcs that had been pierced in their vital parts were sent flying and rolling down the hillside, even crashing into several orcs.
Coordinated with Duque's arcane bullets, the javelin team easily suppressed the entire orc army's offensive.
The javelins in the pillbox on the hilltop seemed to pour out endlessly towards the orcs. The entire hillside reverberated with the screams of the orcs, the cheers of the Gryphon Legion soldiers, and the whooshing sounds of the javelins breaking through the air.
"Good! Good! Good kill! Friends on the hilltop, from today onwards, we are brothers! "
The Gryphon Legion soldiers had seen their comrades fall one by one, but were helpless against these barbaric and crude green-skinned creatures. They had long since been suppressing a bellyful of anger. Now that they saw the orcs suffer heavy casualties, they naturally cheered!
Only Noxus was clear-headed. He knew that this kind of attack could not last for long.
"Warriors, bring the weapons of your comrades! The future recruits of the Gryphon Legion will need the inheritance of the heroic spirits of these brave warriors. " Noxus had already realized that the weapons produced by Stormwind City's craftsmen would not be able to meet the needs of such an all-out war.
The road to the hilltop was not easy, but it was nothing for the Gryphon Legion soldiers who had not yet exhausted themselves. On the hilltop fortress, Noxus took off his sweaty helmet. He was shocked to find that the people who had protected them with their lives were actually a group of tanned fishermen.
They were bare-chested and continued to throw bundles of javelins to the orcs as death gifts. The orcs closest to them were also suppressed a hundred meters away.
Noxus immediately thought of something and walked in front of Duque.
"Esteemed Sir Mage! May I ask what is your relationship with Duke Marcus? "
"That kid is my disciple for the time being." Duque continued to speak with the voice changing system that the system elves had helped to create. He spoke in a tone that seemed to be taking advantage of his seniority and age.
Noxus was very smart, and he immediately thought of many things. So the experienced Duque actually had such a mysterious and powerful teacher supporting him. No wonder …
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