If that was the case, many things could be explained.
Noxus didn't know that someone had prepared so many backups without him knowing. He shuddered at the thought of the old man in front of him being an enemy.
"I know that the situation is urgent, but I still need a reason. Why did you help us? "Noxus stared at Duke, who was disguised as an old man.
Duque stretched out his hands, revealing two old hands that had been specially made up. He gently pulled back his hood, revealing a white beard.
"Just because I'm a human? Is that a good enough reason?"
Noxus' body trembled.
Right! What a simple reason! In the face of a strange foreign invasion, it was natural for humans to band together to defend against the enemy.
Noxus changed his tone. "We have many injured soldiers. We will not abandon our comrades. "
"Lads, the second stage." Duque clapped his hands, and a group of peasants rushed out from the back of the mountain.
Noxus was no fool. He could tell at a glance that many of the peasants were lumberjacks from the nearby East Cove Lumberjacks. They pulled a large number of long ox carts that were originally used to carry logs, eagerly helping the uninjured Gryphon Legion soldiers move them onto the ox carts.
Noxus was dumbfounded. The other party had prepared so well?!
Based on the mysterious Magus' performance just now, Noxus was sure that he had met a benefactor.
Noxus waved to the soldiers. "Let's retreat first."
Some of the soldiers objected. "No, how can we leave civilians behind?"
Duque laughed. "Haha, you're wearing heavy armor. How can you run faster than these unarmed javelin throwers? Besides, I'm the one who stays behind. Do you have any objections now? "
The moment Duque 'words left his mouth, the surrounding soldiers were filled with respect. Even the lightly injured soldiers stood up in unison, placing their hands on their chests and raising their swords to the sky.
Sword salute!
A soldier's most solemn salute to someone worthy of respect.
Including Noxus, a total of three hundred soldiers saluted to Duque.
Duque waved his hand. "You can go first. Don't stop me from killing Orcs. I'll catch up to you in a bit and let you watch the second act. "
While Duque was speaking, an uninjured javelin thrower who was hiding in the firing hole of the Fortress suddenly howled miserably.
Duque narrowed his eyes and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Pain Curse!"
Lothar's expression was also terrible. "Your Excellency, I …"
With a wave of his hand, the curse was dispelled by Duque. "Go away, this is a battle between mages!"
The War of the Mages, what a mysterious term. However, this word clearly told Lothar that this wasn't something a warrior like him could meddle in.
Nodding heavily, Lothar led his men and Duque's javelin throwers down the mountain.
The entire mountaintop fortress became empty once again.
In front of the tightly shut gate of the fortress, Duque stood alone against the wind. Standing on a high place, the feeling of the cool spring breeze gently brushing against his face was actually quite nice. Unfortunately, the thick smell of blood was not enough to make one feel comfortable.
Duque couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he stared down at the winding mountain below. Almost every step of the mountain was filled with corpses. Some were Orcs, but most were humans. Thousands of ferocious Orcs stared at Duque. They let out low growls, their pointed fangs reflecting a strange light under the sunlight.
If it wasn't for the fact that Orcs didn't have the habit of eating humans, Duque might have been worried that he would be torn apart and eaten if he accidentally died.
Now, Duque had to buy time for the Gryphon Legion to retreat.
The Orcs wanted to swarm up, but Duque had more than a hundred Hands of Magic floating in the air, which made the Orcs who had just been taught a lesson a little afraid to approach.
"Useless! Is a mere spellcaster enough to scare you? " A hunchbacked Orc wearing a black robe appeared. Everywhere he went, the Orcs immediately parted like the tide.
This was a fellow of high status.
To receive such treatment among the Orcs, if he wasn't the chief of a large clan, then there was only one other possibility — the infamous Warlock of the Shadow Council.
This was the first time that Duque had seen these Warlocks appear on the Azeroth Continent from such a close distance. This reminded him of the tragic experience of being abused by Warlocks as a Mage in the game.
The Warlock brought the Hellhounds to teach Mages how to be human!
But, but, but you didn't even bring a pet? Are you looking down on me?
No, no, maybe you brought a succubus?
Even though he had been a transmigrator for a long time, when Duque suddenly encountered a Warlock, he couldn't help but think like a player.
It was a pity that this person didn't look like Gul 'dan. If that was the case, there was still a fight.
The World Guardian Medivh and the Beastman Warlock Gul 'dan were both demigod level existences in most games. Duque didn't have the confidence to face one of them when he was so weak.
Warlocks were experts who used demonic power to play with souls. Duque really didn't dare to be sure that if he died at the hands of a Warlock, he wouldn't become a ghoul when he revived …
The Warlock shouted in a gibberish. Duque couldn't understand the Orc language, and the system elf didn't know how to translate it. Just seeing the system elf's random translation of "The Imperial Army wants you to surrender and not kill" made Duque want to strangle the system elf to death.
It was useless to say anything, and Duque wasn't interested in a human running over to the Orcs. So, there was only one thing he could do — Duque raised his middle finger.
Yes, this was the starting gesture for Duque to release [Blizzard].
If this was a game, a Mage would be an idiot to release [Blizzard] on a Warlock.
But reality was obviously different. Within the range of [Blizzard], the icicles fell rapidly, very well interfering with the Warlock's vision.
The Warlock retaliated with a [Shadow Arrow], but with the system elf's ballistic judgment assistance, Duque only moved sideways a step to the right, allowing the [Shadow Arrow] to hit the huge fortress gate.
Without hesitation, one hundred and eight Hands of Magic suddenly grabbed weapons from all over the fortress.
"Sorry, I'm not some ordinary Mage! If you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve, then die! "
108 javelins were thrown brazenly, from the sky to the ground, almost blocking all the Orc Warlock's escape routes.
Almost at the same time, Duque was hit. Countless frightening illusions suddenly appeared in his mind. They were fragments of fear hidden in his heart, fragments that he had completely forgotten.
Duque suddenly saw, in the dead of night, a huge venomous snake flew up, opened its mouth full of fangs, and bit his face.
That fear, that pain was so real that Duque almost instantly let out a scream.
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