Chapter 747 Absolute Confidence

The damage of Duke's spell is not high, not even as much as Grom's axe.

What a slap in the face!

Alsace calculated hard and finally got a chance to kill the opponent's mage first. Forget about being stopped, he also pulled a bomb like a slap in the face?

Although he didn't care much about his appearance after becoming a death knight, he lost face when his face was burnt black.

Alsace felt aggrieved!

Suddenly he roared wildly.

It seemed that he was roaring due to a scratchy throat. Only Duke could see the dim green brilliance under the special vision of the system elf.

Damn it, these idiots are spreading the plague?

"Disperse!" In fact, Duke didn't need to say anything, the two paladins were already doing it.

The sacred brilliance drove away the plague that was secretly lurking on the orc hero, but it could not drive away the plague bacteria in the surrounding air.

At this time, Duke took action again.

An ice tornado covering dozens of meters in diameter rose up in an instant.

The ice tornado itself is not very lethal, but everyone can feel the air around them clear.

There is no longer the bloody smell of the battlefield that is so strong that it cannot be dissolved, almost like people are swimming in blood plasma, and there is no longer the faint nauseating smell, which is actually the spread of plague dust. Only the refreshing breath of holy light emanating from the two paladins was left in the air.

At this time, even a fool knew that Alsace's tricks were once again restrained by Duke.

Orgrim wiped the blood from his mouth and said in ancient shaman language: "Gu'ir, watch carefully and watch how Duke pushes the prey into the abyss step by step. The method of hanging the prey at the minimum cost. , is what you must learn to become a qualified leader.”

Sal's pupils suddenly shrank.

That's right!

Let’s not worry about whether the tribe will still face off against the alliance after this battle.

The only thing that is certain is that the tribe is no longer the tribe with a large family and a seemingly endless source of soldiers. It is true that the orcs are a powerful and heroic race, but it is a pity that the orcs at hand are only over 100,000, and they will be exhausted in two more battles of this level.

I have to admit that Duke's style of play is the most suitable for the survival of the orcs.

At this time, Thrall has neither practiced the way of shamanism, nor is his martial arts skills as a warrior perfect. Therefore, while he is holding the battle, he is also working hard to learn the ways of fighting and commanding.

Over there, after the Elf Prince began to support several forwards with precise magic, Arthas finally fell into an embarrassing situation.

Even if Duke takes action from time to time, there is Antonidas beside Duke!

Even though the Kirin Tor Speaker is already old, Mage Sun is Mage Sun, who represents the highest combat power in the world. How can he ignore it casually?

Arthas was extremely hesitant for a moment, wondering whether he should play that card.

At this moment, Duke Youyou said: "Is it locked?"

"Locked!" Antonidas raised his white beard and had the aura of the Archmage of the Sun.

"Then I'll bother you, Master." Duke half-bowed.

"For the alliance!" After finishing his words, Antonidas flashed across a distance of two hundred meters and suddenly appeared among a large number of zombies and ghouls.

For a mortal, that would be courting death.

For a strong man of his level, this is the stage for him to use magic wantonly.

An ordinary mage's [Frost Nova] is only a few yards away.

Antonidas' [Frost Nova] is like dropping a 10,000-ton boulder on a wide and calm lake, setting off an exaggerated ice wave that is at least fifteen meters high.

"Wow!" As soon as the ground hit, within a radius of 100 meters, whether they were weak zombies, skeleton soldiers and ghouls, or stronger cave demons and gargoyles, or even semi-spiritual banshees, they were all here under Antonidas. Remember to turn into a hard ice sculpture with your ultimate move.

"Huh--" An ice storm blew up, and in the violent cold wind, Archmage Xiri's robes fluttered with the wind and made a hunting sound.

The ice sculpture one moment was shattered into ice shards the next moment and blown away by the strong wind.

Afterwards, a huge winged creature that did not exist visually was suddenly blown out.

It was a humanoid creature that was more than five meters tall, had a pair of huge purple-blue bat wings, and was wearing a blue-based and silver-edged carved armor. Seeing the goat horns that curved outward on his head, a term that made everyone tremble popped into their minds - the Dread Lord!

In the endless expansion, conquest and destruction of the Burning Legion, many races have joined the Burning Legion, and the Dread Lords are the best among them.

These horned creatures are as powerful as the elite Eredar warriors.

After thousands of years, they have already been fully integrated into the Burning Legion, and they also play the role of high-level commanders in the entire Legion.

This fear devil seemed to be surprised that he was blown out.

Immediately, with a ferocious smile, he put his left hand on Antonidas's chest and performed an aristocratic greeting: "Salute to you, the strong man, I am the fear lord Keslanatiel. I am honored to listen to you. Got your name?"

He was so polite and courteous that people couldn't help but associate this ugly demon king with those noble butlers.

Antonidas snorted coldly: "Before you die, you will know my name!" After saying that, he raised his staff, and a huge wave of astonishing ice suddenly rolled towards the Dread Lord.

The next second, one person and one demon started chasing each other.

In the blink of an eye, they didn't know where the two of them had gone.

Until then, Duke finally stepped into the battle circle with a swagger, as if he was wandering in his own back garden.

"Hey! Arthas! I'll give you one last chance. If you can still beg for reinforcements from your Lich King master, then hurry up. Otherwise, you won't have a chance when I start taking action."

That is absolute confidence!

Also absolutely proud!

Next to them, hundreds of thousands of troops were fighting fiercely.

Every moment, every minute, every second, life is dying, and then it is swallowed up by the power of the undead canopy.

Brothers one moment, mortal enemies the next!

It was obviously such a chaotic situation, it could be called a chaotic battle situation.

When I arrived at Duke, I had the feeling that everything in the world could not escape Duke's calculations and would surely fall into his hands.

Sal held the stainless steel battle ax in his right hand tightly, and the five fingers of his left hand clenched into a fist. The surrounding area was white with frost. In this cold atmosphere, Sal found that he was sweating coldly.

It turns out that this is the Duke Marcus who destroyed millions of orcs and reversed the entire war by himself?

Last night, my auntie, the writer’s backstage, posted a chapter until I vomited blood... It’s not my fault, I won’t take it back.