Chapter 86 How Can Barbecue Be without Cumin?

Lothar patted the young Bolvar on the shoulder: "Let's go. We'll talk about the details later. Since Your Excellency Walker can drag the orc for as long as promised, then he must have someone behind him."

"Follower!?" Bovar's curiosity was about to explode.

"Let's go first!" Lothar said exactly what he wanted.

The Griffin Legion and Bolvar's 300-man cavalry team passed through a forest at the foot of the mountain before the orc army rushed down the mountain, and crossed a river with a fairly low water level along the pontoon and wooden bridges built when they came.

Feeling the moist spring air and looking at the low water level, Lothar thought deeply.

Orcs, here they come.

The moment Lothar and the last soldier of the Griffin Legion walked across the pontoon bridge and stepped onto the opposite river beach, the already deafening roar of the orcs suddenly increased to a higher level, and the piercing screams of the orcs pierced the pain severely. The eardrums of Lothar, Bolvar et al.

A wave of green, scarier than Redridge's, squeezed out of the grove that had just passed. In every gap between the trees, roaring orcs with weapons rushed out. There were so many of them that Lothar had to turn his head to see the orc's ever-widening front.

It is still the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers.

The young Bolvar didn't feel much, but Lothar and Seamus narrowed their eyes and looked at the messy flags like ghostly symbols seriously, and then changed their expressions again.

"Hell, these green skins have increased their troops."

Although Lothar couldn't tell the difference, he still instinctively felt that there were at least 30% more flags that he hadn't seen before. Exchanging glances with Seamus, they knew what to do.

Whether it is in accordance with the agreement or driven by military common sense, they can no longer withdraw.

The Griffin Legion is once again on a post-break mission.

Fifteen hundred soldiers formed three rows of five hundred men along the river bank just after leaving the river bank.

The soldiers who were not too seriously injured struggled to climb down from the car, almost using support, and stood behind their own robes in a daze, forming a weak fourth row.

At this moment, Lothar suddenly discovered that Duke had floated through the entire forest and gently floated in front of him.

Lothar knew that this was the Master's [Slow Falling Technique], but he used the Slow Falling Technique so accurately, the mysterious Master in front of him has unfathomable strength!

"Hello, Your Excellency Walker." Lothar took the initiative to greet.

"Hello, Sir Lothar, it seems that we have established a preliminary mutual trust." Among Duke's agreed backers, Lothar was also ordered to line up on the river bank slightly away from the river beach. Duke used The old voice turned around and asked: "You don't seem to be worried that I will hurt you just now?"

"It's nothing, the big deal is to lose the life I just picked up again for the same reason." Lothar showed a bold and hearty smile: "Besides, I don't believe you will harm me, because we are all human beings."

"Yes, because we are all human."

Strangely enough, these two people, who were at least twenty years apart in age, easily found common ground.

"How was the battle with that spellcaster just now?" Lothar smiled when he saw Duke appear. The result is certain, the question is how much to win.

Duke didn't say a word, and threw out the orc warlock's skull-head staff that exuded evil spirits. The ghosts on the staff seemed to absorb the blood of the beasts and became less ferocious, but still fierce.

"Take it back to the high-ranking priest in Stormwind City. I think someone from your side will be interested."

"Hiss." Lothar, Seamus, and Fortagen secretly gasped at the same time.

The mage's war is indeed extremely mysterious.

But everyone knows that it is one thing to be able to defeat the opponent.

Killing the opponent is another matter.

Killing it is more than twice as difficult as defeating it.

Now, under the watchful eyes of thousands of orcs, this mysterious Walker staged a mage version of "kill the general and capture the flag"?

What a mighty power this is!

Thinking about how Duke almost suppressed two waves of orc attacks by himself before, saving the entire Griffin Legion, and then thinking about killing the powerful spellcaster of the opponent before the battle.

The three couldn't help raising Duke's evaluation by countless levels.

However, Duke's show isn't over yet.

Seeing that the fastest orc had rushed to the river beach and was about to enter the water, Lothar and others' hearts were suddenly lifted into the air.

The water in this long river is not deep. For humans, the water that does not reach the waist is only as deep as the thighs in the eyes of tall and burly orcs, which is not a problem at all.

If the orcs were allowed to charge, within a few minutes, the vanguard of the orc army would cross the river and meet the Griffon Legion.

Sensing the gazes of the three military leaders, Duke smiled lightly, then raised his right hand towards the orcs.

In the void, twenty-four mage hands appeared.

They have the same posture as Duke's right palm.

Six seconds of reciting a mantra may seem like a long time, but under the confrontation of an army, it is equivalent to a short moment.

Under the gaze of Lothar and others, twelve fireballs flew into the air, flying crookedly into the sky, bursting into fireballs like fireworks.

The other twelve shot into the opposite woods, instantly setting the woods on fire.

These twelve fireballs are a good interpretation of what is called dry firewood, and the fire spreads suddenly.

The orcs who drank the blood of demons are very irritable and brave, but they are not completely irrational berserkers. There are still too many things that make them fear instinctively, such as flames.

Countless orcs turned into running human torches in the blink of an eye.

They either rolled on the ground in pain, or, led by someone with more brains, rushed madly into the river to extinguish the fire on their bodies.

Lothar stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, his mouth squirmed, and finally asked his own question: "It's still spring, when we passed through the woods just now, it was still very humid there."

Duke gave Lothar a white look: "I can temporarily turn several miles of land into an ice sheet, why can't I just steam the small forest?"

Be it Seamus, Bolvar, or Lothar, they were completely stunned.

What a terrifying amount of magic power!

Is this guy really human?

That's right, Duke is using [Darson's Hot Furnace]. His mana is not enough to make the whole forest so hot that it burns spontaneously, but it can still be done after a little steaming.

This is the greatest benefit of the [Austrian Fire Circuit] he inherited from the Sun King. Although he is not a real sky mage yet, after three months of retreat, Duke has a terrifying total amount of mana far exceeding most sky mages. imaginary.

Duke's trick of fire was indeed awesome. According to visual inspection, at least two or three thousand orcs were killed in the sea of ​​flames.

However, compared with Duke's previous performance, which was considered exhaustive, Lothar couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes as he watched thousands of orcs rush into the river to escape.