Fear poured into his thoughts like a tide, or it could be said that a malicious robber had kicked open the door to Duque's heart and barged in wantonly.
Duque's breathing quickened, and his pupils dilated.
However, he turned a deaf ear to the urgent warning of the system elf.
Many desperate and heart-palpitating scenes emerged in Duque's mind, such as those terrible pale skeleton soldiers in horror movies waving rusty machetes and slashing at him.
Another example was walking by a small river and suddenly being pulled into the river by a huge black octopus tentacle. He struggled desperately in the cold water, but to no avail.
Duque struggled to get rid of these terrible illusions, but this illusion of fear that came from the depths of his memory had completely dominated Duque's five senses. Whether it was vision, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, they were all real feelings.
This feeling of terror easily disrupted Duque's thoughts. He felt his energy drying up, and there was a piercing pain in his brain. He didn't know when, but from his forehead to his neck, and then to his back, his whole body was drenched, as if he had been fished out of the water.
Seeing Duque's clumsy dance, the Orcs who had just been defeated burst into laughter.
The Orcs, who advocated force, worshipped heroic warriors the most.
They instinctively hated spellcasters, but they had enough respect for the shaman priests in the tribe, and even these new warlocks.
They had thought that this would be another gorgeous killing feast for the warlocks.
They had thought that the mage controlled by fear would laughably run under the Orc's axe and take a blow with his thin body.
However, the situation suddenly changed.
Those Hands of Magic that should have disappeared were still attacking fiercely, throwing a large number of javelins.
Unfortunately, the seemingly invincible javelin tactic failed.
This Orc warlock actually took out an axe and blocked all the threatening javelins with clanging sounds. If Duque was still sober, he would have realized that before becoming a warlock of the Shadow Council, almost all Orc warlocks used to be shamans — shamans who could fight and cast spells.
Compared to the simple Orc Warriors, the Shaman was more versatile in the tribe.
Duque's strange reaction also made Barsa the Warlock feel puzzled. He really couldn't understand how Duque, who had already fallen into chaos under his Fear Spell, could control those Hands of Magic.
Obviously, these Hands of Magic were still operating independently.
Countless purple-blue rays of light suddenly shot out from the Hand of Magic, and the violent Arcane Missiles hit the Orc Warlock who was in the middle of casting a spell.
But what even the system elf didn't predict was that the spell shot by the Hand of Magic actually bounced off the Beastman Warlock's black robe and disappeared.
Magic was a part of mysticism, but it was also a part of energetics.
Just like how high-level Mystery could suppress low-level Mystery, low-level Arcane Missiles with lower energy density were rejected and rejected by the evil dark energy around the Warlock.
"Host! Host! Wake up! I can't take it anymore! "The system elf croaked in Duque's spiritual world.
"Weak human, I don't know how you managed to fight back under the Fear Spell, but it's all over! Die! "The Orc Warlock roared in the Orc language and cast a [Sacrifice] spell at the Orc Warlock.
Along with the raging flames of destruction, the evil Demonic Power spread in all directions. That power not only infected the Beastmen who had already absorbed the Demonic Blood, but it also made them even more berserk and bloodthirsty.
At the same time, it also affected Duque.
Suddenly, Duque felt that he was being looked down upon.
He was being looked down upon by someone who he only saw as an EXP monster.
His mental state was so strange that he didn't even notice the system notification.
"Stimulated by unknown demonic energy, you have triggered the negative soul status- [Pride] of the Seven Sins. Your words and actions will be out of control. You and the enemies affected by your [Pride] will not use any defensive means. Among all the means of attack, you will automatically choose the most powerful one. If either side kills the other, it will cause a double blow to the enemy's morale. You are immune to the reduction of morale. You will automatically be affected by the effect of [Reckless Curse]. You will not run away and are immune to fear. "
"Ha-" Duque's body suddenly trembled. The Orc Warlock was shocked to find that the flames of destruction that were burning Duque's body were all gathered in Duque's hands.
Duque suddenly lifted his hood. What appeared in the Orc's eyes was a white-haired, white-bearded old man with an arrogant expression. The corners of his mouth were raised high.
Duque spoke in a strange language that was neither the common human language nor the Orc language.
Both sides could understand it.
This should be some kind of spiritual communication that went beyond body language.
"Listen up! Green-Skinned bastards, my name is Huo Jia! Hundred-Handed Death God Huo Jia! "
"The World of Azeroth is my playground, there is no place for ugly monsters like you to join in."
"Let me tell you, I even killed Gul 'dan's boss Kil' jaeden countless times! Gul 'dan is nothing! "
"If you know what's good for you, then scram back to where you came from! Otherwise, I, Huo Jia, will show you what regret and despair are. "
The Beastmen were dumbfounded by his words. They didn't know who Kil 'jaeden was, but almost every Orc knew how powerful Gul' dan was.
This skinny human actually said 'Gul' dan is nothing? ' After a short moment of shock, the Orcs all roared in anger.
But Duque's arrogance did not decrease. He raised his chin high and looked at the millions of Orcs like they were trash.
Gul 'dan's power came from the devil. More accurately, it came from Kil' jaeden. This was a top secret. Not many Warlocks in Gul 'dan's Shadow Council knew about it.
But this Warlock in front of him was one of them. He stretched out his strong arm and grabbed a chief next to him. "Leave this arrogant guy to me. Tell your people not to make a move."
Right now, the chief of the Tribe was the mastermind. But any chief with a brain knew that the real power was in the hands of Gul 'dan and his Shadow Council. The chieftain nodded and barked a few words at his men.
Instantly, the entire place was silent!
"Weak humans! Let me, Balsa, show you how terrifying the power of destruction is! "
Duque raised a hand and beckoned with his index finger. "Come!"
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