Chapter 155 Repelling Orgrim (Adding More to the Leader's Ultimate Demon)

"Human! Tell me, why did you keep your hand!?" Orgrim was keenly aware of this, and he felt insulted.

Another magical blow sent Orgrim* Doomhammer flying to the front gate square of Stormwind Fortress. Duke stood at the gate and sneered: "I don't feel sorry for you who are not in the strongest state and can't let go of your hands and feet!" interest!"

At this time, many of Orgrim's direct subordinates got rid of those human warriors who frantically rushed towards King Qin, and rushed towards Duke.

"Don't go there!" Orgrim suddenly came to his senses and discouraged his subordinates.

too late!

Orgrim is one of the few alternatives. He didn't drink the blood of the devil, so he has the traditional brown-red skin among the orcs. His minions were not, the blood of the demon made them stronger, more violent and irrational.

They didn't listen to Orgrim's roar, but rushed to kill him.

In the distance, King Lane, who was galloping wildly, took Bovar with him, and saw this unforgettable scene on the other side of the street.

One after another circular magic circles unfolded in the void on both sides of Duke. The magic circles were rotating clockwise in an orderly manner, and the purple-blue lines full of arcane energy expanded along the circles, quickly forming one after another. Mysterious pattern.

At the same time, more [Mage Hands] appeared on the periphery of the magic circle like stars.

In the eyes of outsiders, Duke opened a pair of huge magic wings with a length of 50 meters with a "hula".

With a slight flap of the wings, the inland river running through Stormwind City in front of the Stormwind Fortress was infused with Duke's magic power, and the calm and waveless water immediately rolled up, and the high waves formed a water dragon that many people rarely see in their lives. roll.

The ear-piercing scream of "rustling" sounded. The water arrows, like a torrential rain, turned into ice javelins with a lethality comparable to steel weapons the moment they were shot out from the tornado, pouring towards the orcs rushing madly.

Orgrim was stunned. It was the first time he had seen such a large-scale magic. With such terrifying magic, even Orgrim had to swing the sledgehammer with all his strength, smashing the ice-primed spears into pieces and flying.

He can carry it, but what about his men?

"ah--"

Countless screams merged into one.

In the blink of an eye, at least two hundred heroic orcs were crucified on the square in front of the fortress. Just as they began to torture and kill human warriors, now they are the ones being tortured and killed.

The strength of this human mage has completely exceeded his imagination.

Orgrim wondered how to kill the young human mage. However, what's the use of him killing the mage?

In the distance, the thunderous sound of horseshoes resounded violently, causing the stone bricks on the ground to vibrate slightly.

Orgrim turned his head, and saw the spears in the south raised high towards the sky, and the shining spear points carried an indescribable ferocity. Orgrim recognized that it was the human cavalry, one of the few orcs on the battlefield who were reluctant to face it head-on.

Under the action of huge momentum, the penetrating power brought by the spear, no matter how powerful the orc is, he is unwilling to face it directly.

The leader was wearing a dazzling golden helmet. This dazzling attire made him a banner, and every knight who followed him and behind him had the same anxiety and anger!

Orgrim recognized that this was the human chieftain, and he knew that this battle could not go on.

Orgrim wasn't too frustrated, he made a bite movement of his jaw as if chewing: It doesn't matter that the raid failed, the death spot of the human city has been found. He can lead his men to climb the mountain once, and he can climb the mountain ten times, twenty times. The weak defense here is nothing compared to the tough front.

Orgrim stared at Duke, who was still standing at the gate of the Stormwind Fortress, and who was always in charge.

"Human! Tell me your name!" Orgrim yelled, holding the Doomhammer.

"Duke...Duke Marcus!" Duke replied with a smile in Orcish.

"I will remember you!" Orgrim said viciously.

"Of course you must remember me, because I will become your nightmare!" Duke's smile was full of weird mystery that Orgrim could not understand.

"Hmph!" A strong enemy is approaching, and Orgrim has no time to argue with Duke. For the orcs, the real victory is always reflected on the battlefield, not the unnutritious scolding in the air.

"Withdraw—" Orgrim raised his warhammer and roared. The remaining orc warriors gave up the entanglement with the humans and began to retreat in the direction they had entered Stormwind.

Duke wanted to chase after him, but in Duke's eyes, only dead orcs are good orcs.

An accident interrupted Duke's plan. Not far behind him, the young prince Varian ran out desperately.

"Attack that human child with a spear!" Orgrim lost no time in ordering a group of death squads.

Different from Duke's refined javelins, the orcs who have suffered so much for javelins on the battlefield have also developed relatively heavy throwing weapons-throwing spears that are simply sharpened from tree trunks.

It looks ugly, but it becomes extremely dangerous under the amazing arm strength of the orc.

Duke had to grab Varian, while summoning a wall of ice to resist the incoming spears.

"Huh." Duke sighed.

If Varian stays inside and doesn't come out, he can pretend not to see. But now that Varian has come out, he can't take King Lane's only precious son and run to hunt down orcs.

Varian also knew that something was wrong with him, and looked at Duke with uneasy and fearful eyes.

Duke raised his index finger in front of his lips: "Shh! When your father asks, I will answer. Otherwise, you will be spanked when you go back."

The little prince was shocked and nodded repeatedly.

The golden lion head painted on the banner of the Storm Kingdom was getting closer and closer. Looking at Ryan, it was like seeing the ancestor who led the ancestors of the kingdom to this valley a thousand years ago.

Just like this, Duke stood quietly at the gate of Stormwind Fortress, watching Ryan galloping towards him at a galloping speed. The horse barely steadied, and Lane jumped off.

"Oh—my God! Varian, you're fine! Where's your mother?" Ryan, who was over forty years old, had never shed tears when the country fell, or when the enemy was approaching the city, but here At this moment, there were tears freely, crying like a child, sincere and pure.

"The queen mother is fine!"

But in the next moment, Ryan raised his arm and was about to slap him: "Damn it, you almost killed Earl Marcus!"

A mage's hand gently grabbed Ryan.

"Sorry, all the guards inside died in battle. I can't let the only heir of the kingdom stay in danger." Duke said brazenly.