Chapter 115 Sorry, Accessories Are the Body

Duke raised his head and glanced up slightly. In this chess space, time and space have disappeared. Passing through the battlefield where swords, lights, swords and shadows intersect, one can see endless black and white grids in the distance, and a blank nothingness in the sky.

The only thing he can pay attention to is his own opponent.

Over there, Lothar fought the Great Chief Blackhand to the death.

This is not an easy task. The tribe's combat power is higher, and the orcs can afford it, but the humans can't afford it. When the murlocs and jackals on the two wings retreat, it will be the end of the human side.

Anduin had to attack.

This is definitely good news for the orc warchief who prefers to be straight. The huge hammer is heavy and fast.

Under Black Hand's super strong arm strength beyond human imagination, the violent wind pressure that seemed to collapse a hill every time he swung it almost made Lothar breathless.

The movement of Biansheng Heihand was so fast that each hammer seemed like a phantom. Lothar was inattentive, and was forced to cross the hammer and sword, and Lothar was almost killed in seconds.

A long sword is a light weapon, and compared with a heavy weapon like a hammer, it is inherently less resistant to blows.

Not to mention that Black Hand's sledgehammer is specialized. The weight alone is more than 300 catties.

Almost at the moment of the confrontation, Lothar scolded himself in his heart, why should he fight this monster whose power is comparable to the legendary giant.

Because this hammer almost broke his king's sword.

Although the long sword in Lothar's hand is a light weapon, in fact, after inheriting the will of Emperor Thoradin and instilling countless ancestors' desire for freedom and survival, this king's sword has surpassed the epic level and is close to the level of a divine weapon It's a demigod.

Even though its sword body is thinner and slender compared to Black Hand's heavy hammer, it is completely a thing that can be broken when it is smashed. In terms of hardness and toughness... Well, Lothar still remembers that when he was a child, he took the king's sword and stuck it on the marble. Things to do with holes.

However, even such a semi-artifact sword, fighting against the black hand's hammer, still let out a muffled groan that went straight to Lothar's heart.

Even if it wasn't to the extent of mourning, it still made Lothar dispel the idea of ​​fighting hard and winning quickly.

Lothar glanced at Garona from the corner of his eye.

The fierce female orc was crushing Orgrim, the black hand's lieutenant, and beating him hard. It seemed that Garona had the absolute upper hand.

Garona's figure flickered, and the cold light of the dagger she used to shuttle back and forth created finger-deep terrifying scars one after another where Orgrim's red fruit came out.

If Orgrim was human, even if his vitals were not severely injured, he would still bleed to death quickly. It's a pity that the vitality of orcs cannot be measured by human standards. What's more, the other party is obviously not a real living orc.

Orgrim's ferocity remained undiminished.

Rather, Lothar cared more about Garona.

Thieves playing fighters have a natural disadvantage. It seems that the offensive is very fierce, and if the fighter succeeds in counterattacking inadvertently, the thief will kneel. Warriors are thick-skinned and have countless opportunities to make mistakes. Rogues can't do it, and if they miss a move, the result is likely to be fatal.

Of course, what worried Lothar the most was Duke.

Duke felt very strange to Lothar. The texture of the breath was obviously earth-level, but it felt like a sky mage. Well, let's say Duke is just like his master, he is also hiding his strength. But that Gul'dan gave Lothar the feeling that the strength of Gul'dan's body is directly catching up with Medivh!

Even if the strength of this virtual image of Gul'dan is greatly reduced.

What Duke has to face is at least an opponent at the level of a Morningstar mage!

How long can Duke last?

Lothar couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Duke is indeed in serious trouble.

This Gul'dan's strength is ridiculously high!

The system elf has been flashing various warning words on Duke's retina, and Duke has no choice but to scold the system elf angrily: "Young master is going to die to challenge Gul'dan's mirror image, don't send another warning. "

This made the system wizard stop for a while.

Low-level magical power is destined to be unable to shake the higher-level mysterious power. From the very beginning, Duke knew it. Without the [Capacitor] that was just typed out, Duke would be unable to compete with this Gul'dan mirror image. That kind of crushing magical power can counteract any offensive or defensive spells that Duke casts without a trace.

With 【Capacitor】, everything is different.

No matter how mutated Karazhan's chess levels are. In essence, Chess Guan is still a boss in Karazhan.

If there is such a thing as item level in this real world, then the level of [Capacitor] must be similar or even the same as the difficulty of the chess level.

This created a bug that could be exploited by Duke, allowing him to injure Gul'dan in the chess space with such low strength.

It is still the gorgeous arcane missile barrage that blinds the dog's eyes.

The ending sound of the arcane missile piercing through the void has filled everyone's eardrums from just now. Those arcane missiles that were canceled out by Gul'dan's mage shield are not the point.

The focus is on the lightning special effect triggered after the Arcane Missile crit.

[Capacitor] This accessory, which does not limit the trigger frequency at all, is no less than a true artifact to Duke at this moment.

Others can only hear the sound of "crackling" electricity incessantly.

At first, it was just a magician's hand around Duke carrying electricity, but later on, the frequency of lightning was too frequent, and everyone could only see that the entire space around Duke's body was filled with dazzling electric light.

Countless lightning bolts shot from around Duke and poured towards Gul'dan. The twisted and twisted electric snake roared ferociously, sweeping across the floor tiles recklessly, and even left terrifying scorched electric traces on the white spaces of the floor tiles.

"Impossible!!" This Gul'dan roared angrily, and he kept blasting towards Duke with destructive flames. Every group of flames, no matter in terms of quality or quantity, was Gul'dan's upper hand, but each group of flames was forcibly crushed by countless lightning bolts in midair.

Gul'dan's mirror image is completely incomprehensible, why is this happening?

Why can a low-level mage who can only release weak arcane missiles produce such a large number of lightning attacks that can hurt him in an extremely weak state?

He began to doubt himself.

In the end, is the human being on the other side his opponent, or the strange accessory pinned to his waist? How could this kind of brainless trigger jewelry that put the cart before the horse threaten him?

If this Gul'dan had real self-awareness, he would probably go crazy.