Chapter 676 The Final Insurance

Unconsciously, the orcs began to disperse.

"Long live!"

"Praise you! Great mage lady!"

The morale of the cavalry here was suddenly boosted. Who would have thought that the charming noble daughter who was rescued turned out to be a magician?

What the leading paladin said was: "Thank you, you can buy us more time."

Just buy more time?

If there is only one entrance, I can guard it for three days and three nights!

Feeling the terrible spell damage and mana recovery bonus brought by [Smoke Gloves], Jaina decided to use a [Fire Wall] to resist the orcs' attack.

In fact, Jaina did just that. After five seconds of casting a spell, a huge wall 10 meters wide and 2 meters high appeared in front of the church.

More than twenty orcs were immediately affected by the flames and turned directly into blazing human-shaped torches.

The cavalry cheered, but the paladin smiled bitterly.

"What? You have a problem with my magic?" Jaina was a little angry and asked the captain directly.

"If they were orcs from other clans, maybe this would be enough to scare them. It's a pity that this is the most elite Warsong clan in the tribe!"

The bodies of almost all the cavalrymen suddenly trembled.

Warsong Clan, this name is a bit familiar even to Jaina.

right! Warsong clan!

He has been famous since the beginning of Nanhai Town. He dared to wield a flamethrower, destroyed the Silver Pine Forest, and once killed the Warsong clan under the city of Lordaeron.

The Warsong orcs dispersed, but not long after, Jaina and others knew what the Warsong orcs were doing.

Suddenly, there was a loud "ping-pong" sound of glass bursting overhead.

Then there was a second sound, a third sound... dozens of sounds, and countless torches were thrown in, smashing the glass windows on both sides of the church that were at least two people high from the ground, and fell to the ground inside the church.

Because many places in the church were covered with frost, this did not cause a fire, but only caused confusion among the wounded cavalrymen.

When a few brave cavalrymen climbed up to the high and narrow window to secretly watch the situation outside, one cavalryman almost had his head pierced by a spear thrown.

The next moment, there was an earthquake-like crash from all directions in the church.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang——"

That dull crashing sound was like the death knell of death.

The paladin cursed: "Damn it! I knew they would use tree trunks as crash logs!"

That's right, the orcs directly used their huge power to shake down the big trees in the town and uprooted them to serve as siege cones.

Although the church is made of bluestone, it is not a specialized fortress. In fact, most traditional forts are useless unless they are made of cement. You can only become the victim of this group of guys who firmly believe that 'power can bring about miracles'.

It obviously hit the wall of the church, but the sound was like a landslide, making Gianna feel that the big trees had hit her chest directly, crushing her ribs, and the lungs that had been retracted could no longer hold her. Expand and breathe fresh air.

"Fight to the end!" No longer taking any chances, the Paladin raised his war hammer high.

"Fight to the death!" Even the injured struggled to get up and raised their weapons to meet them.

Gianna never expected that in just a few minutes, she would have reached a desperate situation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The orc outside was very professional and stopped when he was about to smash a certain wall. They were waiting for more entry points to be ready.

These orcs manage their military so rigorously that it is hard to believe that they are just a barbaric race from a distant planet.

finally……

Following a rough command, more than ten gaps were opened on both sides of the church at the same time, each gap perfectly avoiding the pillars of the church. Almost at the same moment, a dozen slender trolls jumped up to the high church windows, holding sharp spears. In their gaping mouths, two long fangs were shaking. There was a cruel smile on his lips.

"Hey hey hey!"

"lok-tar!"

Amidst the splashing gravel and rising dust, burly orcs rushed in, brandishing their huge weapons and roaring loudly.

Jaina, who was wrapped in a white shield, was even more intensively taken care of. She only had time to send out a [Fire Blast] and knocked away an orc. The next moment, more than ten spears were thrown at her.

Jaina still managed to use [Flash] once in a panic. An unknown number of spears had been nailed to the place where she stood half a second ago.

Half a second later she was not so lucky!

The five spears that followed easily pierced her magic shield.

"Ah -" Jaina finally let out a dying scream, using her arms to protect herself in vain!

Duke! I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!

Before dying, Jaina cursed like this.

At the end, the miracle happened without any warning.

Jaina's gloves suddenly burst into brilliant arcane light.

Time seems to have frozen.

Jaina opened her eyes, her clear pupils filled with astonishment.

"Roar—" A fierce and majestic roar sounded from the pair of gloves in Jaina's hands.

The wooden spear thrown towards him silently turned into sawdust, then into powder, and disappeared in mid-air.

With this inhuman roar, everyone in the audience, whether it was the orcs holding up their war hammers and preparing to smash them down, or the human cavalry who had broken off their arms and was preparing to use their remaining hand to stab out their swords, all froze their thoughts. action.

At this moment, everyone felt that their strength and courage were escaping from their bodies in fear.

A premonition told me that something was about to come. It is a mysterious existence with unstoppable and supreme power.

When it comes, it dominates everything and takes over the entire battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, everyone knew who that ‘it’ was!

An illusory, huge magical battle flag made of purple-blue arcane energy soared from Jaina's gloves.

The flag here is so huge that it surpasses the entire church and is raised outside the church.

The orcs and cavalry subconsciously looked up at the battle flag.

Immediately, whether using a very non-standard common language or with a strong Lordaeron accent, the orcs and Lordaeron cavalry said the same name——

"Duke*Marcus!"

As if hearing the calls of hundreds or thousands of people, a blue light suddenly lit up around Jaina.

Before everyone could react, a young man wearing a blue and white mage robe was already standing next to Jaina, who was kneeling on the ground.

Holding Jaina's arm with one hand, Duke smiled and said, "Ah! You still activated the final safety feature on the [Smoke Gloves] after all!"