Chapter 268 [Blade Ice Storm] (2800 Monthly Ticket)

But the leader of the Juggernaut hadn't died yet. He fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from every wound on his body, quickly adding a fresh red to the already stained floor.

With his head held high and his only remaining eye open, he opened his mouth with three broken fangs.

"Human Mage, you killed the chief of the Burning Blade Clan, Dar* Triple Blood Blade, may I know your name?" Dar coughed up blood, and said in Orc language in a deep voice.

"Duke Marcus, the deputy commander of the Alliance of Lordaeron." Duke replied in the common language of mankind.

"So it's you..." The great chief of the Burning Blade clan slowly closed his eyes.

Duke fell silent.

A few seconds later, the kings who came back to their senses, Windsor and Gavin Ladd, Qi Qi let out a complex roar.

"Oh oh oh oh oh-"

Is this the luck of the rest of the life?

Is this a roar of praise for heroes?

Or, is it both?

Nobody knows!

Anyway, when the guards on the mountainside rushed there nervously with their swords, and the two Kirin Tor councilors rushed to them desperately, what they saw was such a scene full of blood and accidents:

In the sky, the remains of the orc sword master that had been cut into pieces fell down with a bang.

On the ground, the bodies of the kings' guards and attendants lay on the ground. Miraculously, no real important person died in this assassination.

Kings may be as distraught as Aiden, limp and trembling in the blood.

Perhaps trembling like Terenas, find a chair and sit down.

Or the kind of Genn and Solas, leaning on the sword and panting heavily.

The guards were in a mess, at a loss.

"Calm down! All the assassins have been killed by me! The leader is the tribal blood blade chief Dar* of the Burning Blade clan. It's all right now! Don't mess around! All guards, protect your king with a guard formation. I'm not sure if there are any Assassins remain."

After a pause, Duke also sat down a bit dejectedly: "Krassus, I will leave this place to you. Inform Lothar, the army will be handed over to him to command. Kel'Thuzad, please go back and take charge of the mage group."

After arranging everything, Windsor hurried up to support the limp Duke: "Master, are you alright?"

"It's okay, just a little bit out of strength, those sword masters are not easy to deal with."

"Are you injured?" Gavinrad's face was a little hot, and he could hardly do anything just now. In the state of [Holy Protection], he cannot use weapons. He might be able to heal the kings with holy light, but the problem is, if the kings are instantly killed, it's useless for him to have holy light.

"No! I just have a little disorder in the magic circuit, just take a break."

Duke's face was weak, but in his heart he wanted to jump up with ecstasy and shouted three times:

"Master, I sent it!"

"Master, I sent it!"

"Master, I sent it!"

No reason, just for the few paragraphs in the system prompt:

"Congratulations, host, you have extracted the mysterious power from the souls of many sword masters of the Burning Blade Clan. You have obtained the mystery of [Mirror Image Art]. You can now use the advanced version of Mirror Image Art - [Mirror Image of Reality] .”

"Your temporary special abilities [Plunder] and [Luck] have played a role. You have extracted the true meaning of [Blade Storm] from the soul of Dar* triple blood blade. Your [Ice Shield] and [Rapid Avalanche] Combined into a new combo skill [Blade Ice Storm]."

"[Blade Ice Storm]: This is the magic version of Blade Storm, you can condense the icy breath into countless sharp and frightening blades, slow down and chop all enemies within the coverage of the storm into pieces, and The power will increase with the strengthening of your ice circuit. But this is a very extreme magic. As a price, your fully activated ice circuit will be overloaded for a short time, and you will not be able to use any magic for the next three days. Ice magic."

What's this! ?

This is clearly a big killer!

Woohoo! It's a pity that I don't have a high-level ice circuit, otherwise the power of this move would be many times greater.

Thinking of this, Duke felt a little resentful again.

The Sun King's Arcane Fire circuit is indeed terrific, the problem is that there is no ice system. Duke searched Medivh's lair for a long time, but he couldn't find an advanced mode for cultivating the ice circuit.

Involuntarily, Duke thought of Grandpa Frost Antonidas. Also specializing in all three systems, Antonidas prefers water-based and ice-based magic. Just looking at his insane amount of water element summoning spells, you can see how strong his ice circuit is.

But... it seems that it is not easy to handle!

Duke's mind was a bit messy, and when he came back to his senses, the entire Southsea Town, no, it should be said that the entire Hillsbrad hills were boiling.

"We won!"

"Long live Anduin Lothar!"

"Long live Duke Marcus—"

The huge sound waves formed wave after wave of raging waves, wantonly impacting everyone's eardrums. From the northernmost refugee camp, to the staging area of ​​the reserve forces, to the vicinity of the headquarters, to the two hills that have just experienced bloody battles, to the beach, and even the warships on the sea, everyone All raised their fists or weapons in their hands high.

Spears are like a forest, swords are like a sea, thousands of wills converge into one, and become one sentence——

Long live the Union!

Whose tears are flying?

Whose depression is venting?

The orcs, who thought they were invincible, were finally thrown into the loser's hell with the concerted efforts of the seven human kingdoms.

Those ugly and ferocious faces were stiff because of the loss of life.

Those huge and frightening bodies covered the entire ground of Nanhai Town, the entire beach, and half of the sea!

The frightening myth that the orcs are invincible is shattered here today!

"Long live!" The cheers of thousands of soldiers and civilians, the roar of the tsunami, rolled straight into the sky!

"Long live!" The huge cry seemed to bring the entire human world back to the past, once again reappearing the invincible human empire under the banner of Emperor Thoradin!

Four human kings came over, this time, instead of shaking hands, they embraced. Without Duke, they would have already been the dead souls of the Burning Blade Clan, and they used their noble lives to create a new myth of the Burning Blade Clan.

It's a pity that the continuation of the alliance is possible without that if.

The old man Terenas patted Duke on the back vigorously, and whispered: "I owe you a favor. If the Kingdom of Stormwind cannot be restored, come to me, and I can lend you a hundred thousand troops. It is your fief."

"Thank you, Your Majesty Menethil. If there is such a day, I will ask you for this favor."