Chapter 562: A Person Is a Mage Corps

Duke is ambivalent.

For those around him who are likely to encounter bad luck, Duke is eager to change their fate and history upside down so that they can get rid of the curse of death.

However, Duke was extremely entangled. Because history has changed too much, and it is very likely that he will not encounter those legendary historical moments that shocked him.

Just like this moment - the incomparably famous Uther Twelve Paladins charged into battle.

After witnessing Uther's courageous act, Duke had the illusion that he had truly traveled over and joined this epic battle.

"Not good! Not enough space!" Lothar, who was still behind, suddenly discovered the problem. Orgrim discovered Uther's desperate charge for the first time, and he actually assembled his guards before Uther's twelve paladins rushed!

At this moment, there were three chieftain-level guys and nearly three hundred elite two-headed ogre guards crowded together.

With such a thick lineup, it can be said that there is not even a place to stand.

If Uther rushed over like this, it would be death!

No matter how powerful the momentum of the horse under his crotch was, it would be impossible to knock away the double-headed ogre weighing nearly a ton.

who?

Someone cover Uther! ?

As if hearing the scream in Anduin's heart, a miracle happened.

On the right wing of the alliance, a new brilliance suddenly bloomed.

"Duke Marcus!?" Countless alliance commanders exclaimed.

Don't blame them for being stunned, because with the appearance of Baron Geddon, almost all mages and priests in the alliance began to leave. The wide-area [mana burning] with a range of unknown kilometers is definitely a nightmare within a nightmare for a low-level spellcaster.

The few mage groups from various countries withdrew, and the mage group from Dalaran also withdrew, even Antonidas withdrew. Even if the news seems to be that the high-ranking priest's [Dispel] can offset this mysterious attack that mortals have never seen before, who would dare to fight when the battle situation is erosive?

Duke dare!

This not only includes his clear understanding of Baron Geddon, but more, it is still...

courage!

right! No less than the weapons of the twelve paladins who launched a death charge.

At this moment, the five first-generation paladins all turned their heads to Duke. Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, they still clearly felt Duke's will——

go! I will open the way for you!

"Hahahaha!" Uther smiled rarely.

The five first-generation paladins laughed.

All twelve paladins laughed.

This is a maniacal laugh facing the gate of hell under the gaze of the god of death.

This is because of the laughter that suddenly found a confidant under the despair and terror!

"Who says mages are cowards?" Saidan Dathrohan laughed while riding his horse.

"Yes! At least we still have Duke Marcus!" Tirion Fordring lightly touched the hammer with Turalyon not far away.

"Hahaha! As long as you survive, whoever dares to say such a thing in the future, I will slap him in the face with a hammer!" Gavinrad laughed strangely.

At this moment, even though they were hundreds of meters apart, they could still feel that Duke was standing behind them.

Duke abandoned his horse and stood on the roof of a converted steam tank. And the one who drives the tank for him is the King of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, the great blacksmith Magni Bronzebeard!

"Ready!" Magni yelled.

"Then go!"

A pair of huge light wings composed of 1024 mage hands suddenly stretched out from behind Duke, and then countless balls of light made of pure magic power and five colors rose from various parts of his body.

The azure light ball is infused with the power of wind inherited from the Altar of Storms.

The blue and white ball of light represents the raging waves of thunder and lightning coming from the same place.

The azure blue ball of light displayed the inherent power of the mage's frost element.

The purple-blue light ball symbolizes the mysterious arcane brilliance that has been passed down for thousands of years.

And the golden flames poured into the spirit of Duke and even the whole human being, which is the spirit of unrestrained resistance to fate and never yielding.

Thousands of five-color light balls and a [Grand Marshal's Combat Staff] bloomed with brilliance beyond the world on this already collapsed and corrupted battlefield.

As if they felt the call of the radiance in the dark, many fleeing alliance soldiers stopped and stared at Duke's direction in a daze.

This brilliance was so dazzling that people didn't even notice that Alexstrasza, the queen of the red dragon, who was even bigger, had arrived here.

Accompanied by the terrible mechanical sound of the steam tank, the mage's hand hovering above Duke's left and right began to fire a volley.

This piece of heaven and earth suddenly seems to have descended the brightest meteor shower.

The shining magic energy ball abruptly broke into the vision of the orcs, drawing a series of horrifying and terrifying arcs, announcing the arrival of death to every orc.

"Boom!"

The first wave of attacks was the fastest [Chain Lightning]. More than three hundred huge lightning chains longer than the flagpole just rushed into the orc formation, winding and flickering.

Orcs with resistance to magic were directly turned into coke, and those with high resistance were at least paralyzed by electricity, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, continuous flashes of flames erupted successively from the orc's left wing to the front.

"Boom boom boom!"

The stormy explosion instantly enveloped the entire front line of the orcs.

Many orc soldiers who had just arrived in Azeroth from Draenor were fortunate enough to meet Duke, a terrifying mage called "one man is a group of mages" for the first time on the battlefield of the Eastern Kingdom.

Not every orc comes from the Blackrock clan, who are naturally resistant to fire.

Just touching the flame element wrapped under the thin skin of the element, once it is stressed, it immediately releases all the magical power contained in it. In an instant the flames consumed everything it touched—hair, skin, flesh, bones.

The explosion of the flame brought not only the terrifying burning power, but also the extremely terrifying impact. The terrifying explosion shock wave acted on the orc infantry, directly blowing people to pieces, and flying with broken limbs.

The guy who was hit by the fireball first, of course, died immediately and couldn't die anymore.

The secondary damage caused by the fireball explosion must not be underestimated.

A broken sledgehammer shot at the orc next to him like a cannonball. The thick left shoulder armor made by the black iron dwarf on the guy's body was first deformed under the force of the blow, and then every piece of the entire arm was deformed. The bones were smashed together by the huge impact.

The terrifying momentum that has not completely dissipated sent the hammer head and the unlucky ghost it hit flying horizontally. The breastplate of the orc's left rib was dented inward in an instant during this process, and the ribs, left lung, and even the heart, which should have been well protected, were all packed into a pile of rotten pieces of meat.

Last night... my son cried and vomited, turning the house upside down, changing sheets, quilts and clothes for more than an hour.

Sorry guys in the VIP group. I really wanted an 8 update.