Originally, when he saw the surrounding flames spreading towards him, Kane had already lost all hope.
It was purely the glory of a warrior that supported him.
Apart from him, no other hero of the three sects could contend with Archimonde's strength as a Giant. As long as they changed from a positional battle to a pursuit battle, the damage output of any Mage would be reduced by at least 40%.
Yet in the entire team, there were the most Mages.
Kane could not retreat, and he could not retreat under the heavy pressure.
Then, a miracle happened.
Colorless wind blades brushed past his feet, and for a moment, Kane thought that his hooves were going to be cut off. With his perception of the power of nature, he immediately discovered that those [Wind Blades] came from Duque.
Kane did not understand what was going on. He only knew that Duque's [Wind Blades] had scooped up all the grass and turf in one breath, rolled them into a ball in midair, and exploded them. Then, the surrounding flames were all gone, leaving only the black soil that emitted the smell of burning.
It wasn't just Ack. The other Mages were all stunned.
No one could have imagined that such a method could be used to deal with those annoying [Flames of Destruction].
Kael 'thas was the first to understand. He pushed out with one hand before the fire burned him, using magic to lift the entire turf. Then, the moment before the [Flames of Destruction] burned him, he used magic to push the flames and the scorched turf away.
The long river of flames was changed just like that!
"I understand!" Jaina and Rhonin shouted in surprise at the same time. No one who could reach the Radiant Moon Pharaoh was a fool.
Flames were never something that could exist out of thin air. Any flame had to have a combustible object as a support. Either it could be ignited vegetation, or it could be a flammable gas in midair.
Even though it was very difficult to use frost elements to fight against this demigod-level flame, as long as he pushed the flame away, he could change the course of the entire river of flames and keep himself and his teammates away from danger.
Duque had invented this move. To Kane, he was just a pretty good teammate.
He was still far from being a god-level teammate.
Duque's next strike magnified Duque's image in his heart.
If Duque had used a sneak attack to cut off one of Archimonde's fingers, no one could see it clearly. Now, at least Cain could see it clearly. It was an extremely thin and long sword. To the Tauren, it was like a long needle.
It was clearly so thin that it was not suitable to be used as a weapon.
He could not miss out on the golden Holy Light that blossomed from it.
In fact, Archerons had already reacted when he sensed the Holy Light that had injured him.
He cried out in alarm.
Just as he was about to raise his hoof, space seemed to be strangely distorted. On the tip of the right leaf shaped hoof of the demon's hoof, a thin golden line that was almost identical to the one before suddenly appeared.
Unlike how a butcher dissected an ox, Duque used the most violent method to cut off the incomparably thick and tough hoof, using the maximum output of the holy sword to chop off the horny layer on the hoof.
If Archerons's body had not been weakened by the Night Elves' Emerald Dream's ultimate move, Duque's strike would have been in vain.
But there were not so many ifs in the world.
As soon as the thin golden line appeared, it extended to both sides at high speed. The next moment, accompanied by intense pain, Archerons saw his toe break in the middle. The black finger that was as large as the roof of a house flew out with a crack. It spun continuously in the air before crashing onto the black soil ten meters away.
Time seemed to have stopped at that moment.
The demon commander's face was full of horror. He screamed, "No —"
If he had lost his finger, it could be said that he had been careless and fell for Duque's trick. However, the forceful counterattack this time made him fully realize that he, who had been weakened twice by the magic circle of Planet Azeroth and the magic circle of Mount Hyjal, was much weaker than he had imagined.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard — "
Archerons roared and launched a wild attack.
Just now, if he had continued to stomp with all his strength, he might have been able to find Cain for revenge. It was a pity that his toe had been cut off. This affected him too much.
If he had been injured in the arm or body, it would at most affect his attack power. But the foot was the most troublesome limb. After losing a toe, Ack felt that his balance was obviously out of whack. This was a very dangerous sign.
He had leg armor. The golden demon armor, forged by the Burning Legion's dark craftsmen with the highest craftsmanship, protected his calf very well. And in his impression, there had never been anything that could hurt his incomparably thick and hard hooves.
Now it was different.
If he could not support his body and fell, then the melee professionals who had been besieging his calf would be able to attack his vitals more directly. Then there was a real possibility that he would die here!
Archerons brought out his real skills.
Ten fingers, oh, it was now nine fingers in a row. The [Air Blast] that had a gap just now suddenly became a continuous barrage.
Although the [Air Blast] with a wide range had become the [Air Cannon] with a narrower attack area, its power had more than doubled.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and grass and sand flew all over the sky. Many experts, including Duque, saw Brock's right arm suddenly twist in an extremely awkward position that shouldn't have appeared. If not for the flesh still attached, everyone would have thought that his entire arm had fallen off his shoulder.
It wasn't just his arm. After he was accidentally hit by the [Air Cannon], his whole body spun and crashed into a huge stone monument not far away.
"Brock —" Thrall exclaimed.
Unexpectedly, a fire phoenix that was not much bigger than Tyrande's white tiger flashed past, its claws seemingly made of flames saving Brock unscathed.
He was saved, but Brock had clearly lost the ability to fight.
Dislocations and sprains were the most troublesome. If it was just a simple injury, recovery spells could quickly heal the wound. If the limb was twisted or had a comminuted fracture, the broken bone near the wound had to be cleared first so that the bones could be placed in the right position before the spell could be cast. Otherwise, the bones would become crooked and the arm would be crippled.
His eyes fierce, Duque dragged Brock away from the battlefield with Hand of Magic and shouted, "It's better to break one than to injure ten fingers!"
Mograine and Turayan immediately understood what he meant.
In the next moment, with Thrall's help, Mograine shot toward Archerons's lower back like a cannonball.
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