Chapter 741 Let’s Cooperate for Now

On the orc side, at first they were very dissatisfied when they saw humans advancing so slowly. Although the chiefs announced that humans were allies for the time being, the orcs also disliked humans, feeling that humans were working hard but not contributing.

Soon, the orcs began to change their minds.

If the orc battle line is an unstable blender, with zombies often breaking through the defense line, then the human battle line is the most terrifying crusher.

Tens of thousands of natural disaster soldiers rushed to the human battle formation. It seemed like the waves were crashing on the shore. The momentum was huge, but it was of no use.

Before the Gargoyle, which threatened the most, swooped over, it was destroyed by Duke and other archmages. The gargoyles were beaten into stone fragments in mid-air and fell down one after another.

The next biggest threat is the cave demons. These demons throw small poisonous spiders as long-range attacks, causing a lot of trouble for the Alliance army.

That's just the extent of the trouble.

The cave demon's huge size makes it an easy target for human mages and marksmen. Often ten or eight fireballs would be thrown at it, and even the cave-dwelling demon in the bunker would turn into scum.

Alsace's undead army was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The entire huge black battle line was strangled and crushed from the south to the north.

"This is impossible!" Through the soul connection, Arthas also noticed the decline of his own army. Suddenly looking back, he saw the powerful Blood Cross Army. It was like a rising sun, driving away the darkness. .

The fiery red light almost dazzled his pale and handsome dead face.

"Les Frostwhisper, hold me to the north!"

Sensing the death of Dark Dean Gardin, Les Frostwhisper had long known that this alliance army was not easy to mess with. It's a pity that Arthas, as the Lich King's substitute, has absolute status and will.

The Lich King Ner'zhul, who had become a pure soul and was sealed in a block of ice, would certainly not be able to give Les Frostwhisper the power to be a scapegoat for such a trivial matter.

The miserable Les could only lead his warlock brother and low-level lich, and command a large group of low-level undead to go up.

"Kael'thas! Abidis!" Duke pointed at Les Frostwhisper.

Even though Kael'thas is a noble prince, now that he has entered the alliance's battle ranks, he is Duke's subordinate. Duke pointed a finger, and Kael'thas, who had several arcane fireballs hovering above his head, rushed out to meet Les Frostwhisper in a few flashes.

As an undead person, he has an instinctive aversion to fire.

Becoming a lich has no connection with fire magic.

Compared with Kael'thas, who looks like a trumpet sun, Raith's Frostwhisper represents the endless winter.

At first glance, Kael'thas' flame element mass and Rice's frost element mass were two paintings with completely different styles, being forcibly pieced together.

Endless, the fire and frost elements from the elemental world are shaped into magic forms and continue to bombard the opponent.

Suddenly, a magic war broke out.

It has to be said that Les Frostwhisper, as one of the bosses of the Scholomance Academy, is pretty good. He used [Ice Arrow Rain] to beat Kael'thas, a guy who lacked actual combat skills, into a panic.

Seeing the way Kael'thas shot, Duke just wanted to hold his forehead.

Although they are both Huiyue, how can a wild lich like Les Frostwhisper be compared to an elf prince who has a good foundation? However, Kael'thas really didn't have much experience in magic duels with real swords and guns, so the result was that the Elf Prince was suppressed and beaten.

"If he is good at using fire, why should he use fire? One round of arcane bullets will teach him how to behave!" Duke muttered softly.

Who knew that Kael'thas' pair of long elf ears would listen to Duke's side.

Kaizi suddenly enlightened.

The former Earl of Rice raised his skeletal hands that no longer had any flesh and blood. He was about to use gestures to activate a new magic, but at this moment, something unexpected happened to him - it was a big fireball that hit about five meters in front of him.

Who would have known that after being offset by his ice arrow, the fireball exploded. Suddenly, a purple-blue light flashed in the middle of the fireball. An arcane bomb containing great magical power suddenly accelerated, and then exploded from the lightning. It shot less than two meters in front of Les and exploded before hitting his magic shield.

A violent arcane impact surged forward, and the lich was caught off guard. He withstood the arcane damage, but was unable to offset the terrifying shock waves that instantly exploded in all directions.

The miserable Les saw a flash of purple-blue arcane light. The shock wave of the explosion first pressed out a hemispherical depression in the translucent ice shield covering his body. Then his body was completely knocked away.

Liches never lack calmness.

However, the turbulence of the arcane explosion also interfered with his [Flash] magic.

As a result, he was hit to the ground like a cannonball. The huge impact blasted out a big crater on the battlefield full of flesh and bones. The surrounding area was full of exploded flesh and blood. The residual limbs and fragments were scattered like a drizzle of light rain. on the ground.

Les was badly beaten in the explosion.

His gorgeous purple-red mage robe was blown into rags, and the finger bones that resisted the impact were slightly broken. Before he could get up from the deep pit, a huge golden shadow suddenly appeared on the edge of the pit in front of him. .

The golden brilliance, the white and gold war horses, and the sacred power full of awe-inspiring righteousness.

One person and one horse.

But there is a terrifying momentum of thousands of troops coming to kill them at the same time.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Les Frosty first felt a heat in his face, and then immediately felt the destructive power that the holy light contained in the Hammer of Holy Light brought to his body.

"Ahhhhh-" The Lich had long since lost his voice, but his vibrating voice from his soul still resounded in all directions.

His ugly skeletal head, which no longer had any flesh and skin, exploded directly into countless tiny bones and debris, splattering in all directions under the full blow of General Alfred Abidis.

Lich Raith Frostwhisper - Kill!

At the same time, in the battle circle where the four heroes of the tribe were fighting fiercely with Alsace, three people joined.

Mograine, Antonidas, and...

"Duke Marcus!" Orgrim and Arthas said this name that had a bad connotation to them at the same time.

Duke smiled and raised his hand: "Hey, the weather is really nice today."

Thrall looked at the dark sky covered by the undead canopy, and then found that he seemed unable to understand Duke's train of thought.

Duke stood with his hands behind his back, ignoring Arthas who looked at him with hatred, and walked to Orgrim: "You and I have no intention of forgetting the pain of the past. But for the future of the race, let's cooperate for once, how about ?”

Orgrim was silent for a while: "Okay!"

A small fist, and a huge fist, the fists touched lightly.