Chapter 425 Anyang's Conspiracy

Medivh's face was as usual, and he rode forward.

He could clearly sense Khadgar's arrival in his magical tower, but he seemed unaware of the approaching danger.

This once again shows that the mage and the cultivator are going in two completely different directions. The magic of the mage has a powerful destructive power, but it is not as comprehensive as the cultivator. Correspondingly, the cultivator More balanced, which gives them a more flexible fighting style, making them more at ease in many conditions than frail mages, but they are inferior to those mages who dedicate their lives to arcane magical energy in terms of destructive power alone of.

Especially the group of cultivators in Shenzhou World who never thought of using Taoism to conduct a truly extraordinary war.

Anyang remained silent, mourning for the soldiers who were about to be hit by a heavy hammer.

He was thinking, only to hear a dull wind, and sure enough, a heavy hammer flew out.

And it happened to hit him!

Anyang was stunned.

Girl, do I look more bullied?

Khadgar is still here, this little mage is obviously more honest than me!

So Anyang got angry and squinted at the heavy warhammer that was spinning towards him.

With his neural reaction arc and vision, he could clearly see the warhammer's rotational trajectory and flight trajectory, as well as the driving airflow and wind noise. With his brain power, he could even estimate the angle and speed at which the warhammer reached him.

It is a pity that he has not studied mechanics seriously, nor has he memorized the relevant formulas, so he cannot calculate the weight of the warhammer, nor can he calculate the impact force that the warhammer flying at such a distance and high speed will exert on him, but he However, he has a wealth of fighting instincts. According to the shape, size and speed of the warhammer, it is possible to predict the power of the warhammer. It is not a big problem to kill a heavily armored soldier.

However, this orc made him his primary target, which was bound to be a wrong choice.

Anyang didn't have time to cast a lot of buff spells, but he was able to stretch out his hand with lightning and hold the handle of the warhammer precisely.

The muscles on the pair of not sturdy arms began to bulge, and the blue veins jumped, bursting out with a powerful force, and slowly retracted backwards. It did not directly resist the force of the heavy hammer, but Give it sufficient cushioning, gently remove the force, and clamp the saddle with the lower body.

"Sorry~"

The horse under his crotch raised its head and neighed, enduring most of the remaining cushioning force he had unloaded, and could not help but step a few steps sideways and almost fell to the ground.

In a split second, he had firmly grasped the heavy hammer and kept it in a half-raised position.

Khadgar next to him was stunned. Although he was dumb, he was not stupid. On the contrary, he may have the highest level of knowledge here except Medivh, who has received the Guardian inheritance. Inhuman reflexes, speed, strength, power control and explosiveness.

Medivh's eyes froze.

In the depths of the grass, a strong orc was a little confused.

Lothar also turned his head along the muffled cry of the heavy hammer, and his pupils shrank when he saw this scene.

The next second, he pulled out the big sword from his waist, turned his horse back and shouted loudly: "All preparations for battle, enemy attack!"

The heavy armored knights drew their great swords one after another, restraining the horses, and the heavy infantrymen also raised their shields neatly, drew their great swords, and looked to both sides.

At the same time, a deafening shout resounded through the forest, in a completely unfamiliar language.

The voice was hoarse and loud, like a charging horn.

Shouting and responding, shouts and roars sounded one after another in the forest on both sides, and the dull and rapid footsteps began to trample people's eardrums!

The black hand in the iconic dress fell from the top of the tree and stepped directly on a hoplite.

"boom!"

The heavy body directly crushed the soldier to death.

A heavily armored knight reined in the reins and charged him violently with a great sword.

But how could the powerful black hand flinch? I saw him round the long-handled warhammer in his hand, and with a sudden swing, the warhammer immediately collided with the knight's great sword, making a loud noise of gold and iron, and the power of the black hand was obviously stronger. , the warhammer dashed forward unabated until it hit the knight hard.

"boom!"

The knight flew backwards from his horse, his armor already deformed.

Black Hand raised his head and roared, grabbed the knight's war horse's neck with one hand, raised it up, and lifted the war horse's forelimbs up.

"Victory or death!"

Those two huge fangs show the violent attitude that belongs to the orcs!

The orcs who have been in ambush for a long time are attacking!

There was a dull whistling in the air, and another heavy hammer flew, hitting a heavy armored knight with precision.

"boom!"

Hearing a muffled sound, the knight hadn't even seen the target of his attack, and was immediately smashed and fell off the horse's back, landing heavily on the ground.

With just this blow, the thick and gorgeous armor was already deformed, and he only got up and twitched a little, and then he was silent.

"The team is getting closer!"

Lothar shouted, looking around.

This heavy hammer is like a charge horn, igniting the fighting spirit of the orcs!

A figure about two meters high and covered in muscles ran out of the grass and slammed into the heavy infantry formation, knocking the infantry into pieces, and then he lifted the heavy hammer and started. Sweep, every time the hammer hits the heavy soldier, it will fly out.

The thumping sound was incessant.

Immediately after that, more and more orcs began to rush into the battlefield.

Lothar leads the elite troops of Stormwind City. It is true, but the orcs are the strongest warriors selected from the entire Iron Tribe. There is Durotan, the brave and resourceful "protagonist" of the Frostwolf clan, and the future Iron Tribe. Iron-blooded ruler Orgrim, and the current tribal chief, Blackhand Destroyer.

The human army fell into a disadvantage in an instant, especially when this group of giant orcs suddenly rushed out of the forest on all sides and attacked.

Anyang still rode on his horse, standing still, did not evade, and did not go around to fight.

He didn't even pull out his armor, he didn't take out his spear or long knife, and he didn't take out the individual energy cannon or electromagnetic rifle. He tried his best to maintain the image of a mage. Spell, to defend the enemy with the means of a mage.

"Crack!"

I saw a thin thunder and lightning flashed in the air, without connecting the rain cloud, it just appeared out of thin air, and draped over an orc who was close to him!

Lightning strike!

Among the spells, there are not many spells that are only born for killing, and the killing effect is very powerful.

In just a split second, the orc fell to the ground with a slam, his body was smoking light white smoke, and he was still twitching on the ground.

No one can get close to him.

In other words, the orcs around him were turned into corpses with white smoke.

So Anyang still had time to look around in this melee.

A strong orc with curved horns rushed out of the grass with a heavy axe in both hands. There are no sharper edges.

When the orc approached, he suddenly raised the heavy axe in his hand and slashed at a soldier.

"when!"

There was a loud noise of gold and iron, and the human soldier's great sword was directly bent. Although he had already squatted down halfway to lower his center of gravity in anticipation of the strength of the orc, he was still knocked to the ground by this powerful blow.

A magnificent orc who also had horns and a long-handled heavy hammer walked out. He was wearing thick pig iron armor, a very ancient and simple style, in sharp contrast with the fine armor of human soldiers, but also very rough and direct protection of the body key.

He held the end of the long-handled war hammer and swung the war hammer round. Three elite soldiers surrounded him, unable to get close.

Another orc with a long-handled hammer in both hands rushed out quickly. He ran more agilely, like a dragon walking on a tiger, dull and firm.

A human heavy infantryman was in front of him, and he had raised his shield and his great sword was ready to pierce.

The orcs were not afraid either, jumping up when approaching the human soldiers, and striking down hard!

The two collided in the blink of an eye.

It was a huge cuboid hammer, weighing at least hundreds of pounds. It was strung in by a thick wooden column to make a warhammer. Ordinary humans would struggle to pick up such a weapon, but this orc swung it like a hammer. Wind, but also with the help of the downward momentum, the impact can be imagined.

"boom!"

The human soldier was directly smashed into the ground, and the swaying air swept away leaves and dust.

"what!!"

The screams broke the silence in the forest, making the battle even more chaotic.

"Watch out for the left wing!"

"Watch your flanks!"

"left!"

Shouting, the human soldiers struggled to gather together against the overwhelming orcs.

From time to time, heavily armed human soldiers are blasted away by orcs with a hammer, or their heads are chopped off by chop axes.

Occasionally, orcs are killed by human soldiers.

Suddenly, an orc with a broad-bladed sword ran across the battlefield, all the way forward, the goal was just to squinting his eyes to examine the group of green-skinned orcs Medivh, perhaps in his eyes, this wearing The man in the robe should be the big man in this army.

Khadgar was startled and immediately raised his head, chanting a spell aloud.

His eyes and hands lit up with a faint blue magic light, and the arcane energy quickly gathered.

"boom!"

An arcane blast dragged a long blue mist out of his hand and crashed into the orc, knocking him away several meters away.

In less than a second, the track traces left by this spell in the air quickly disappeared.

Khadgar was a little panicked and began to read the spell of the arcane barrier. Soon, a blue barrier descended from his head, covering him and Medivh.

Almost at the same time, a strong orc with a chopping axe showed his fangs and rushed out of the grass with a roar, just in time to slam into the arcane barrier.

This orc is Durotan.

Durotan's broad hands touched the barrier that was constantly flashing with arcane magic energy, licked his fangs, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Khadgar didn't realize until he slammed the barrier against the barrier that there was an orc so close to him.

"protector!"

He shouted.

Medivh woke up at this time and glanced at the battle situation. Human soldiers suffered heavy losses!

Just less than five meters away from him, an orc slammed the war hammer on the head of the human soldier, and suddenly only heard a muffled sound, the soldier's helmet had been seriously deformed, and the whole person was also hit by the hammer. He hit the ground hard, but the orc still refused to give up, and hit the hammer again.

"boom!"

The heads of the human soldiers had been sunk into the dirt.

Lothar is battling the orcs frantically, but he cannot turn the tide on his own.

When Anyang belonged to an orc attacking him, he shot and killed it, and he just sat and ignored when no orc approached him.

The battle is one-sided!

The black hand directly carried a tall war horse with both hands, as if holding a suckling pig, and threw it at the soldiers, knocking the two soldiers down.

He looked at his victory, roared, his arms stretched back and stretched his muscles and bones, showing his strength!

A slender orc turned his head and smirked, as if mocking the weakness of humans.

At this time, Medivh shot without hesitation.

Standing in the magic barrier, he began to mutter a long and mysterious spell, his hands shining with the luster of arcane energy, mysterious and complicated.

It's like a ritual, like a powerful formula is brewing, and it's like a ritual of analysis.

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