$ Chapter 112 The Enemy General Is Going to Attack Him!

The air fell silent.

After a while, an ogre magician came up. He looked very neat. At least he was much stronger than those oily ogres. On the horn on his forehead, this ogre was quite creative. A strip of cloth representing noble purple was tied up, making him look funny.

It is worth mentioning that the ogre blinked at Nelgo's position after coming up, which made him realize that the ogre had been controlled by Sylvanas.

However, blinking with this ogre's appearance is really annoying and uncomfortable. Nergo suppressed his nausea and watched Sylvanas's operation.

Boom, boom, boom.

She knocked on the door.

Varrego pushed open the door, looked at the ogre disguised by Sylvanas and said, "I hope you can have any information that I think is valuable."

The ogre disguised by Sylvanas lowered her head humbly, but Warego, who had his eyes high above his head, failed to see the malice hidden in her eyes, "I learned about the death of a big shot."

She deliberately made herself look stupid when she spoke, so stupid that she felt like a retard. Only such a disguise could be called perfect.

It was obvious that Sylvanas's disguise was just right, and it was so impressive. Varrego didn't seem to realize that the ogre was pretending to be mentally retarded. He asked with interest: "Big shot? Are you talking about that?" Is Grommash dead?"

"For example, he died from an unknown spell, or the orcs cut off his head during a rebellion..."

"No." Sylvanas interrupted his speculation, "That big shot who died was..."

Uh-huh! ! !

A cold light flashed, and Warego's fallen head still maintained that stupid and arrogant look.

Lantrisso emerged from the air, cut off Valregor's head with his sword, and tied it to a stick.

"It's you -" Sylvanas chuckled. She didn't expect that this action would be so simple, as simple as a game.

"Is this solved?" Nergo was a little in disbelief. The ogre sent such a waste to lead the army?

"Do you think it will be difficult?" Sylvanas didn't care. "Okay, now it's time to notify Grommash's army to press forward."

But suddenly, Varrego's figure appeared on the other side of the room.

And the so-called ogre heads in their hands gradually disappeared.

"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be you slaves." Warego showed a sinister smile, "The stupid guards let you sneak in. This was their mistake, and now I want to correct him."

I saw his palms pushing forward. Several rocks building the tower exploded one by one and turned into small stones. Then under the influence of his magic, these small stones instantly turned into boulders weighing several tons and smashed towards Lantreso. , Lantrexo secretly screamed in his heart, and quickly used the Wind Step to conceal his body as quickly as possible.

The banshee wails.

A burst of mental attacks from Sylvanas interfered with Varrego's spellcasting for a moment, which also gave Lantrexo a chance to dodge.

Nergo sighed helplessly, "I just said that a dignified lord will not die suddenly when he meets someone."

Nergo puffed up his mouth, took a deep breath, opened his mouth casually, and a huge force of wind blew towards the boulder sent by Warrego.

Ice Arrow.

The ogre magician controlled by Sylvanas has excellent fire and ice magic. After being possessed by her body, Sylvanas should be able to control his body to use these spells. In spells and Under the guidance of the gesture, the continuously fired ice edges quickly shot toward Varrego's throat and heart.

"Use ice to deal with me?" Varrego smiled mockingly, "But you can actually control other people's bodies to use magic? A useful ability." He looked at Sylvanas' ogre body greedily .

If he can also learn this kind of magic, can he take Margok's bloodline?

Sure enough, his ridicule was justified. As an ice melter among spellbreakers, any ice spell that hit him would be swallowed up by the blue runes engraved on his body.

"Then fireball." Sylvanas knew that spellbreakers can only be immune to one type, ice. Then I will see how you face the fire.

In an instant, abundant flames began to appear around her, her eyes glowed with red flames, and her body began to turn red.

Note that this is not red temperature, but a series of fireballs.

One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, five shots, Sylvanas almost drained the mana from the ogre's body. In the end, he condensed another fireball spell to make up for six shots, and then took out He took out the dagger and wiped it on his neck, perfectly explaining what it means to burn bridges across the river.

"Do you still have this ability?" Warrego was even more surprised. Looking at Sylvanas in the form of a banshee, he decided to keep her alive until he learned this spell.

But before that, he had to face these fireballs and the rocks he created.

"A little trick." Warego curled his fingers faster than before the violent high-temperature fireball hit him, and then recited a spell, and shields made of ice protected his huge body.

Sure enough, Sylvanas's fireball spell was blocked by the ice when it was shot in front of him, and the boulders that were blown back and hit him were no exception.

But it wasn't just Sylvanas he faced.

There was Lantresor's sneak attack, and the sharp blades of the Fire Blade Clan were deadly. Even a scratch could quickly ignite red flames on his body, making his skin look like it was cooked.

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There was also Nergo's lightning and wind. For some reason, he felt that the air around him was a little dull. He knew that this was the power of the shaman. He had drained the air around him to a certain extent, trying to suffocate him to death.

But he didn't know that he was a lawbreaker. The training he experienced in Highmaul was much more terrifying than just suffocation. He could persist in this little trick for a whole year!

Invisibility, right?

Varego pushed his hands towards the air around him, and a purple arcane light spread out around him.

Magic Explosion.

Since I can't see you, I will attack all around!

At this moment, Lantresor couldn't dodge, and the arcane power in the air began to destroy his skin and made a harsh sound.

Mirror image

At one time, three Lantresos appeared at the same time. They ran to different places in the room. With the wolf-like swiftness, Lantresos could always leave before the magic explosion hit him.

In the end, Varego's magic explosion only hit him once, and even the damage to the room was far more than that to Lantresos.

And what about Sylvanas and Nergo?

One of them was as fast as the wind, and the other moved quickly in the form of a banshee. The three of them were almost dancing on the edge of a knife, which completely angered Varego.

He didn't want to restrain himself anymore. He wanted to summon a blizzard to bury the tower and them together.

"Hahaha!" Nergo laughed heartily.

"He's anxious."

Nergo smiled evilly. What expression would he have if he interrupted him when he was about to release the spell?

He passed this sentence to Lantresos through the wind, but got a wonderful answer.

He said, "No expression, because my sword will cut his face!"

Lantresso said so and did so. Although he had an ice shield to protect his body, Nergo and the others were not just dodging blindly.

It can be seen that he was very confident in his spell. He believed that this magic could protect him and allow him to stand here unscrupulously for nearly two seconds.

But he made a mistake. He did not overestimate himself, he just underestimated the Ascendant.

Summon lightning!

A flash of lightning came faster than his blizzard. The strong electric current swept down with the wind and broke the top of the tower, and immediately the scalp of this stupid ogre began to smoke.

His shield dissipated, his clothes were tattered, and the runes engraved on his body began to emit intense light.

But it was useless. He was not a wind slayer. All he could rely on was the blizzard that was gathering in the sky to make his enemies unable to hold on faster than him, but just when his spell was guided to the last moment.

"Wind shear."

This word that he feared the most was said, and his end began to be self-evident.

He died, died under Lantresor's sword, and Varego's body began to smoke, burn, and melt in the fire blade.

"Now we continue to create chaos and let every ogre know that their commander is dead."

Nelgo walked to the window of the tower and chanted a spell, and another thundercloud gathered from the sky.

What's the noise?

As early as when Varego guided the blizzard, these ogre mages focused their attention on the tower, they had already discovered Nelgo and his gang.

Nelgo is a very courageous orc. If this world has a book of life and death of the King of Hell, then his name must be shining.

"Orc?" An ogre touched his head and threw a big fireball without thinking.

"Fool, Lord Varego is still up there!" An ogre mage shouted anxiously.

It can be seen that they didn't know that their general was beheaded again.

This was the case when fighting the Draenei, and when fighting Grommash, and now it was Nergo's turn.

It can be seen that being a general in the ogre army is a dangerous job.

"Are you ready?" Nergo made a gesture, and the roar of thunder and lightning was endless, making him almost unable to hear the sound.

Lantresor didn't even think about it, he asked Nergo to use the air to amplify his voice.

Then he shouted: "Varego has been killed by me, Lantresor!"

The enemy general is being taken! ?

Nergo was a little surprised. Don't tell me, Lantresor's shouting this is really appropriate. After all, when almost all orcs are nomadic in prototype, Blizzard designed the Burning Blade Clan with quite a few East Asian characteristics, the most obvious of which is the island dress of the Burning Blade orcs.

If he was the one to shout that the enemy general had been captured, it would not be inappropriate to call him "Draenor's No. 1 Soldier" or "Wolf of Nagrand" if we ignore his orcish appearance.

At this time, Lantresor was shaking the stick with Varego's head tied to it up and down in his hand. I wonder if the ogres below could see it.

Varego is dead?

This byd loves fighting all day long, but he is so bad?

But what they don't know is that although Varego is also a warrior who has been tested by the Lord of Sorcery in Highmaul, the opponents he faces now are different from those in Highmaul.

Lantresor, it is not a lie to say that he is the strongest swordsman in all of Draenor and the first swordsman of the Burning Blade.

Sylvanas, after taking over the body of a mage, he can be regarded as an ogre mage, an elite monster whose name is bordered with a golden dragon.

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Nergo, the Ascendant is even more amazing. The current Nergo can find a dungeon to play a guest boss in version 4.

What virtue does Varego have? Even if he is made of iron, he can't withstand so many tough guys teaming up to kill him.

The ogres couldn't believe it, but they didn't have time to think about whether Varego was a waste.

The thunderclouds in the sky began to exert their strength. Lightning flashes fell from the sky, thunderbolts kept falling, and the whole tower was filled with black smoke in the rumbling explosion.

Lantresor and Sylvanas were not far behind. Lantresor blended into the crowd invisibly, and with the Wind Step, Mirror Image, and Burning Blade, one sword killed one person.

Looking at Sylvanas again, as a ranger, her strength is naturally in the bow and arrow. She buckled the feather arrow on the bowstring. In a moment, one ogre after another covered his chest in pain - they died very unpeacefully.

"Fortunately, I brought your body." Nergo glanced at it. If she didn't have this body, she would have to fight in the form of a banshee.

Wait, that would seem to be more efficient?

"Aim at the location of that tower!" The ogre mage roared loudly, and fireballs and boulders were created by them and aimed at the target.

"Jump down!" Nergo and Sylvanas flew down and jumped to the bottom of the tower.

Boom!!!

With a loud bang, the stone tower turned into a ruin, leaving only a piece of rubble and flames.

What about Varego's head? Nergo could only say that although Varego didn't even know his name, in his heart, Varego was already a "familiar person".

Nergo drew out his greatsword, and the sharp blade in his hand cut a strong wind. He first found an ogre, and he stabbed and chopped left and right, so that the surrounding ogres dared not get close to him. If they got close, they would be seriously injured or killed immediately.

In a flash, he arrived at his chosen target. This guy was wearing silk. He must be a big shot if not a mage. He kept walking with a smile on his face, "This is a fatal blow!"

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"Chief, the shaman sent a message that there are traces of magic fighting in the enemy camp."

Outside the big tent, Grommash stared anxiously at the direction of the ogre camp. Beside him, countless clan warriors who were ready to go were looking forward to the upcoming fight like him.

Their weapons were covered with kerosene so that the sparks from the inevitable collision between weapons and armor in the battle could ignite the kerosene, thus achieving an unexpected effect.

Their shaman held a war drum, which was originally a terrifying war drum to commemorate the orcs' freedom from the oppression of the ogres, but now it symbolizes the shackles that the orcs are about to bring to the ogres.

Following the messenger's message, Grommash's heart dropped slightly. He jumped onto the wolf, quite excited. Without telling the messengers, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Order, beat the drums, and defeat the enemy."

Nergo went to assassinate the enemy general, but he was not a useless person. As long as there were signs of fighting over there, he would immediately press his army to prevent the enemy from encircling him. If he succeeded, it would be a good opportunity to defeat the enemy. If he failed, it would be better than losing the general instead of stealing the chicken.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The orc war drums finally sounded, and under the leadership of Grommash, almost all the orcs in the camp went out.

Grommash shouted, "My warriors, shout with me in their words that Varego has been killed by the orcs."

No matter whether he was dead or not, they would have some doubts in their hearts if they shouted together. If he really didn't die, let him help him die.