Provocation!
Absolute provocation!
Gul 'dan's status in the tribe was second only to one and above tens of thousands of people.
The Shadow Council was an organization that controlled the power of the tribe. Every Warlock had a sense of superiority.
Plus, [Pride] had an effect on Balsa and Duque.
It was hilarious. Both parties, who had countless tricks up their sleeves, were actually using magic against each other.
Using magic against each other was not uncommon in the battles of the Pharaoh. Completely abandoning defense for an attack was something that had never been seen before.
It should have been a hilarious scene, but because both parties poured all of their magic into this attack, it suddenly became extremely thrilling.
The tip of Balsa's magic staff was also a skull. If one looked closely, they would realize that it was made from the skull of a high-ranking Draenei priest.
The evil Balsa forced this Draenei priest, who once believed in the Holy Light, to witness the murder of thousands of Draenei children. He was tortured inhumanely and then soaked in a pool of blood to drown him. Finally, his resentful soul was imprisoned in his skull.
The wavy evil resentment that this skull staff emitted could be seen with the naked eye.
The dark light on the magic staff became brighter and brighter. Three faint black halos with mysterious runes appeared on the body of the staff. From the top to the bottom, the front, the middle, and the back of the staff formed a cone shape.
The largest halo instantly expanded to a radius of about a meter. The two halos at the front and the back were rotating clockwise, while the one in the middle was rotating counterclockwise. It was like a strange drill.
"Gulp —"
Accompanied by an unknown incantation, an ink-black pillar of light suddenly appeared. It pierced through the curtain of air in front of him, swept away the golden light of the sun, and pierced straight towards Duque who was in front of the gate of the fortress.
The light was so dark that it seemed like it could destroy the entire day and forcefully pull the world into the realm of night. This light also shocked every pair of eyes on the battlefield, and countless Orcs subconsciously lowered their gazes. They did not dare to look at it.
However, in the next moment, the Orcs raised their heads again. They felt a gust of blazing wind blowing towards them, and a scorching hot breath brushed past their cheeks.
They could not believe their eyes.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
Sun … there were actually two suns in the world?
No, it wasn't a sun in front of him. It was a huge fireball that looked like a sun. With a radius of more than 50 meters, it was enough to burn an entire mountain, let alone a single Beastman.
In the depths of the Orc Warlock's red eyes, his pupils shrank to a point. He slightly opened his jaws full of fangs and breathed heavily. The Orcs next to him thought he was nervous.
Only he, who had personally experienced the battle between the Orcs and the Draenei, knew that he had been fooled.
This mysterious' powerful wizard 'in front of him was just a fake!
What high-ranking Pharaoh?
What human powerhouse!?
Bullshit!
Who was it trying to fool with such a motley and low concentration of magic power? It would be difficult for a true mage to produce so many impurities in their own magic power.
Regardless of whether he was an old man or not, his magic level was definitely not high.
Barsa was enraged! He was truly enraged!
He stabbed with his magic staff and shot out all the magic power he had infused into the staff.
"Go to hell! You …"
Originally, Barsa wanted to shout out the word 'liar', but he was stunned again. He didn't even realize that the magic staff that he was holding tightly had loosened its grip on his rough and powerful knuckles.
The speed at which his opponent gathered magic power was too fast. It was not something that a low-ranking wizard could do. Both of them had infused all their magic power, but Barsa's casting time was a full three seconds. How could his opponent cast it instantaneously?
Barsa also knew that high-ranking warlocks could greatly reduce the casting time by training their own casting techniques. However, wasn't his opponent's technique too terrifying?
The huge fireball came crashing down. The airflow and dust stirred up by the fireball caused all the Orcs' whips and hair to fly in the opposite direction. The Orcs seemed to be scared out of their wits.
This group of rough men who only knew how to fight hand-to-hand were instinctively afraid of this seemingly powerful super fireball. Only Balsa's eyes were filled with disdain. He wanted to say, "Watch my [Shadow Arrow] blow up that guy's fireball and turn him into ashes in the shadow."
However, the situation changed once again.
The huge fireball arrived before the Shadow Arrow could travel more than ten meters.
There wasn't the earth-shattering collision that Barsa had expected. Instead, the huge fireball split into 108! It changed from a brute force [Flame Blast] to a skillful [Rapid Fireball].
This was no different from letting Barsa punch the air.
These fireballs seemed to have been dispersed by the Shadow Arrow, but in reality, they drew bright and blazing arcs in the air. Before the Shadow Arrow could reach its target, the fireballs had already landed on Barsa's body.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang …" The continuous explosions turned into a long explosive sound.
Indeed, the fireball that was infused with such a low concentration of magic power couldn't hurt Barsa directly. However, the fireball didn't only deal elemental damage. The impact from the explosion was unavoidable.
As an old warlock who wasn't particularly powerful, Barsa could totally summon a Void Devil and sacrifice it. Then, he would disintegrate it and turn it into a shield to protect himself. If that was the case, even if Duque used another 10086 fireballs, it wouldn't be of any use, let alone 108 fireballs.
However, Barsa was more arrogant than Duque, so he wasn't willing to use such a method to obtain victory.
It's just a low-level spell, so I'll just have to take it head-on!
That was what Barsa thought.
Of course, he didn't know that it was Duque's Soul Energy, one of the seven major sins, [Pride], that was affecting him at the same time.
In the end, under the gaze of thousands of Orcs, Barsa was beaten up badly.
Laugh! Laugh! Wait for my [Shadow Arrow] to hit him …
Both Barsa and Duque didn't expect that there would be a third party involved in this seemingly one-on-one duel.
The name of the third party was … the System Elf.
"What should I do? What should I do? After the simulation! There are 3.98 seconds left before the Host's [Flame Blast] will lose its effect and he will be killed by the opponent's dark-attribute arrow attack. According to my calculations, if the Host is killed by a warlock who uses demonic energy, there's a high chance that the Host will completely lose his humanity and become a ghoul after resurrection. "
"If the Host completely loses his rationality, the System Elf will also be finished!"
"Originally, it's my principle not to interfere with the Host's decisions. However, the Host has lost his rationality! Yes! I can activate the emergency plan to protect the Host! "
No one noticed that a Mage's Hand had appeared between the Orc Warlock's loose Mage robe and cloak.
This hand didn't use any kind of spell to attack.
According to the calculations of the System Elf, with Duque's current level, any spell attack would be ineffective against the Orc Warlock. Therefore, the System Elf very treacherously picked up the broken sword of a human Warrior on the ground and quickly stabbed it from behind.
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