Lothar patted young Bolvar's shoulder, "Let's go. We'll talk about the details later. Since Lord Huo Jia was able to delay the orcs for so long, he must have a backup plan. "
"Backup plan?!" Bolvar's curiosity was about to explode.
"Let's go first!" Lothar said without hesitation.
The Gryphon Legion and Bolvar's three hundred cavalry rushed through the forest before the orc army could charge down the mountain. They followed the pontoon and wooden bridges that had been set up beforehand and crossed a river with a rather low water level.
Feeling the moist spring air and looking at the low water level, Lothar fell into deep thought.
The orcs were here.
When Lothar and the last soldier of the Gryphon Legion crossed the pontoon bridge and stepped onto the opposite shore, the already deafening roars of the orcs suddenly rose to a new level. The ear-piercing screams of the orcs pierced the eardrums of Lothar, Bolvar, and the others.
A green wave even more terrifying than the one at the Redridge Mountains squeezed out from the small forest they had just passed. From every gap in the trees, there were roaring orcs charging out with weapons. There were simply too many of them. Lothar had no choice but to turn his head to look at the rapidly expanding frontline of the orcs.
It was still that majestic aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.
Young Bolvar didn't feel much, but Lothar and Seamus narrowed their eyes and looked seriously at the messy flags that looked like scribbles. Their expressions changed once more.
"Damn it, the greenskins have increased their numbers."
Even though Lothar couldn't really tell, he instinctively felt that there were at least thirty percent more flags that he hadn't seen before. Exchanging glances with Seamus, they knew what they had to do.
Whether it was according to the agreement or military common sense, they couldn't retreat any longer.
The Gryphon Legion once again carried out their mission to cut off the retreat.
One thousand five hundred soldiers formed three rows of five hundred people along the shore just after they left the river.
The soldiers who weren't too heavily injured struggled to climb down from the vehicle. They practically used their bodies to support themselves as they stood behind their comrades, forming the frail fourth row.
At this moment, Lothar suddenly realized that Duque had already floated through the forest and was gently floating in front of him.
Lothar knew that this was the mage's [Slow Fall Spell], but to be able to use it so accurately, this mysterious mage's strength was unfathomable!
"Hello, Your Excellency Huo Jia." Lothar took the initiative to greet him.
"Hello, Sir Lothar. It seems that we have established a preliminary level of trust." Among the backup plans that Duque had agreed on, Lothar was also to form a formation on the riverbank slightly away from the river. Duque asked in an old voice, "You don't seem to be worried that I'll harm you now?"
"It's nothing. At most, I'll just lose my life again for the same reason." Noxus revealed a hearty smile. "Also, I don't believe that you would harm me, because we are both humans."
"Yes, because we are all humans."
Strangely, these two people, who were at least twenty years apart in age, easily found common ground.
"How was the battle with the Spell Caster just now?" Lothar was all smiles when he saw Duque appear. The result was certain. The only question was how much he would win.
Duque did not say anything. He threw out the Orc Warlock's skull staff that emitted evil energy. The vengeful spirit on the staff seemed to have absorbed the blood of the ferocious beasts and became less violent, but it was still menacing.
"Take it back to the high-ranking Priest in Stormwind City. I think there will be people on your side who will be interested. "
"Hiss." Lothar, Seamus, and Fordragon all secretly gasped at the same time.
Battles between mages were indeed extremely mysterious.
But everyone knew that it was one thing to defeat the opponent.
Killing the other party was another matter.
Killing the opponent was more than twice as difficult as defeating the opponent.
Now, this mysterious Huo Jia actually performed the mages' version of killing the general and capturing the flag under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of orcs?
What kind of power was this?
They thought of how Duque had suppressed two waves of orcs' frenzied attacks by himself and saved the entire Gryphon Legion. Then, they thought of how he killed the enemy's powerful Spell Caster in front of the formation this time.
The three couldn't help but raise their evaluation of Duque countless times.
However, Duque's performance wasn't over yet.
Seeing that the fastest orcs had already rushed to the shore and were about to enter the water, Lothar and the others suddenly felt their hearts in their mouths.
The water of this long river wasn't deep. For humans, the water didn't reach their waists, but for the tall and burly orcs, it was only as deep as their thighs. It wasn't a problem at all.
If the orcs were allowed to charge, it wouldn't take more than a few minutes for the vanguard of the orc army to cross the river and engage the Gryphon Legion.
Feeling the gazes of the three military bigwigs, Duque smiled lightly and then raised his right hand towards the orcs.
In the void, twenty-four Hands of Magic appeared.
They had the same posture as Duque's right hand.
Six seconds of chanting seemed like a long time, but in the face of an army, it was equivalent to a short instant.
Under the gaze of Lothar and the others, twelve fireballs were sent flying. They flew crookedly into the sky and blossomed into fireworks-like balls of fire.
The other twelve shot into the forest on the other side, instantly igniting the forest.
These twelve fireballs were a perfect demonstration of what was called dry wood and raging fire, and the fire actually spread all at once.
The orcs who drank the demon's blood were very violent and very brave, but that didn't mean that they were completely irrational Berserkers. There were still too many things that they would instinctively fear, such as flames.
Countless orcs turned into running humanoid torches in the blink of an eye.
They either rolled on the ground in pain, or, under the leadership of the smarter ones, frantically rushed into the river to put out the fire on their bodies.
Lothar stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, his mouth quivering, and finally asked his question. "It's still spring, and when we passed through the forest just now, it was still very wet."
Duque rolled his eyes at Lothar. "I can temporarily turn several miles of land into a tundra, why can't I dry up that small forest a little?"
Seamus, Bolvar, Lothar, they were all stupefied.
What a terrifying amount of magic power!
Was this guy really human?
That's right, Duque was using Darson's Scorching Furnace. His magic power wasn't enough to heat the entire forest to the point of spontaneous combustion, but he could still dry it a little.
This was the greatest benefit of inheriting the Sun King's Arcane Fire Circuit. Even though he wasn't a true Sky Wizard, three months of seclusion had allowed Duque to possess a terrifying amount of magic power that far exceeded most Sky Wizards. Even compared to many Morning Star Wizards, Duque's magic power was not inferior in the slightest.
Duque's fire stratagem was indeed impressive. At a glance, at least two or three thousand orcs were buried in the sea of fire.
However, compared to Duque's flawless performance, the corners of Lothar's eyes twitched as he watched the thousands of orcs rush into the river to escape.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
