Chapter 44: Lawbreaker, Ogre's Skull

"The stone will crush his little head." The ogre mage looked back and laughed.

At the same time, he did not forget the main business, and urged the wild boar under his seat to move forward quickly.

It is not unreasonable to say why the ogre keeps wild boars as mounts.

With the physique of the ogre, other creatures may not be able to bear their fat.

If it were the orc war wolf, it would have collapsed to the ground and could not get up again, but these wild boars are still energetic and full of energy.

"Boom!!!"

A lightning bolt flying at high speed quickly shattered the rocks summoned by the ogre mage, and at the same time, these rocks turned into smaller pieces of gravel and fell down with crackling.

Nergo drove the wind to roll the obstructing stone aside. He spat and then roared, "Are you going to run away?"

"Look at your army? They are finished! Your warriors are dead too! They are all waiting for you, the leader, to meet them."

"Are you worthy of being called the descendant of the rock?"

This somewhat sarcastic tone made the ogre mage tremble slightly, and his expression was a little dazed. He seemed to see the miserable state of the ogres at this time.

As he thought, the orcs at this time roared excitedly, killing and setting fire, destroying everything that could not be taken away, and robbing everything that could be used.

Although there are many precious and good things in the camp, the Warsong orcs don't care about these. All they have to do is kill people, kill all enemies, kill until there are no living people, and kill until Hellscream calls for a stop.

But will Grommash really call for a stop? No, he won't. The Warsong Clan has always had a tradition of not taking prisoners when dealing with ogres.

"Kill them all!" Grommash's voice was so loud that Nergo could hear his iconic roar.

The ogre mage was a little confused. He was already in the mood to kill. Nergo, who was as fierce as a wolf, would not miss this good opportunity.

Wild wolf soul.

"Awoo."

Two ghost wolves quickly pounced on the ogre mage in the wolf howl.

From the appearance, these ghost wolves are larger than the war wolves ridden by the Warsong orcs. At the same time, because they are magical creatures summoned by communicating with the soul, some ordinary physical attacks are not very effective against them.

But after all, he is a mage. The ogre mage clenched his fist and waved his staff at the same time. The originally flat ground turned into a pool of mud, and the two ghost wolves were trapped in it and could not move.

Seeing their funny appearance, the ogre smiled, "I said it's not that simple, little orc."

"Rocks don't work? Then look at the fire!" The ogre mage was not like before. He released it hastily. With his confidence restored, he swung his staff and a terrifying flame was formed.

As one of the four basic elements, Nergo naturally understood the damage ability of the fire spell.

You should know that more than 2,000 years ago in the neighboring world of Azeroth, the troll army of the Amani Empire was defeated by the fire spell released by the mages.

As a member of the ogre mage, even if his courage was a little pitiful and he was not qualified as a commander, his strength as a mage should not be underestimated.

The ogre's fire spell turned the open space into a blazing hell. Nergo was unable to dodge and howled in pain. The originally solid armor was now attached to his body like a barbecue, and the armor became a cage.

The grass was burned and the entire ground was engulfed by the flames. The two ghost wolves had long since disappeared. Suddenly, another huge rock hit him who was still in the sea of ​​fire.

"Landslide!"

The ogre mage screamed.

The rocks on the ground, the gravel, the earth elements in the air, all turned into a huge rock and rolled into the sea of ​​fire. The huge rock mixed with flames rolled towards Nergo at a high speed.

"This little thing should be dead." Although the ogre mage's words contained a questioning meaning, he actually had no doubt that he was indeed dead. Question sentence? This is an affirmative sentence!

Just like most ogres, orcs worship elements. It's too normal. Weak beings always want to find things worthy of praise outside of themselves.

And their shaman's thunder and lightning are just a fake trick.

The ogre mage didn't care about their spells at all, because they couldn't touch him at all.

The ogre mage looked at the distance, where the killing was still going on, and he began to doubt his own actions.

"Why should I run?" he asked.

"It's all because those untouchables are too timid. This little guy is right. I am the descendant of rock. Besides, those useless shamans and incompetent orcs can't hurt us!" Although he tried to hold back his sharp sarcasm, his angry tone betrayed his inner thoughts.

There must be some curses that he didn't say, otherwise this tone can't be explained.

"I have an idea. Why don't I try to go back and destroy those orcs?"

"I should have done that a long time ago. They are so small. Even the bodies of those untouchables after death are enough to stop their attack." He seemed to have made up his mind, "If I kill their chieftain, the reputation of the Terminator of Nagrand will allow me to return to Highmaul with glory!"

The ogre was determined. He rode on the boar again. The difference was that this time he was ready to charge the way he came.

The ogre returned to the battlefield!

"Want to run? Where are you running!?"

A gentle breeze lingered in the air, and the bloodthirsty orc walked out of the sea of ​​fire.

He was still covered with flames, and his whole body was covered with traces of burns from the flames, just like a demon from hell who returned to the world after being tortured.

"You're right, it's not that simple." Nergo waved his fist - even the axe made of black stone was melted by the high temperature in the sea of ​​fire, and if he hadn't had the weak flame protection effect brought by the fire resistance totem and the effect of the black stone seal to save his life, he would have been the same as his axe at this time.

"Awoo."

The ghost wolf was activated, and Nergo pounced on the ogre magician in the form of a wolf, and at the same time, he returned to his orc appearance when he was about to get close to his face.

Storm strike.

It was still this move, a violent attack with the power of wind and thunder attached to the weapon, but this time it was a little different, Nergo released it on his fist.

Lightning and wind entangled in his fist.

But the ogre mage didn't dodge at all, and even laughed. It was not until the attack hit that he smiled and said to Nergo: "Stupid little orc."

The ogre didn't say much, but Nergo understood that this was a spellbreaker.

Spellbreakers, this type of soldier exists in the ogres of Draenor and the high elves of Azeroth.

But the ogre's spellbreakers are not the spellbreakers of Azeroth. In fact, there is still a big gap between the high elf spellbreakers and the ogre's.

And this big gap is simply the sky and the earth, almost different except for the name.

And the ogre's spellbreaker is the one in the sky, because their spellbreaker power comes from the artifact left by the Titans.

Compared to the high elf spellbreakers who are more inclined to use magic knowledge to counter the enemy's spells, the ogre's spellbreakers have stricter requirements on their physical fitness, and the effect is also more powerful.

After awakening the Titan artifact, the Silent Rune, the Silent Rune can suppress any magic it touches, including the spells used by shamans. But there is a more important role: using its power, the ogres have cultivated the most powerful lawbreakers.

However, this kind of lawbreaker training does not make them invincible. Their lawbreaker training only allows them to be immune to the magic of one school. If they want to be greedy and want all, the result is almost always a tragic death.

After these toughest people are selected, they must be able to withstand the scalding of heat waves, the impact of rocks, and must be deprived of water, fasting, and holding their breath. This cruel training method may kill even the strongest warriors among the ogres in the process.

After all, this is a kind of not eating or drinking plus severe torture, and by the way, they have to endure the transformation of the Titan artifact. If the physical fitness is not good enough, they will probably enter the shadow world on the spot.

But even so, it still can't resist Goria's enthusiasm for lawbreakers.

It's just a death, and this world has never lacked brave warriors. (Realistic)

Under the rule of this sorcery king Margok, the Ogre Empire issued a law: one ogre must be selected from every twenty Gorians under his rule to undergo training as a spellbreaker.

And he is obviously a standard ogre spellbreaker, and a "wind slayer" specially trained to be immune to wind element spells.

If it were an ordinary spellcaster, he might have been helpless at this time, but the shaman is different.

Most orc shamans are also excellent warriors.

"It's the second stage!" Nergo said calmly.

The ogre magician continued to manipulate magic, and fire and rock, the two magics that most ogres are best at, were constantly released in his hands.

"I don't know why, every time I fight, I feel like I'm in a desperate situation." Nergo said in distress.

If there is a chance in the future, I must stop a bronze dragon and ask him what happened to my life trajectory.

Another flexible avoidance of the attack, Nergo had almost no time to think about how to solve the current dilemma.

Continue to drag and wait for rescue from the same tribe?

The ogre mage also realized this. He knew that continuing to drag it out would only put him in a more disadvantageous situation. He had to fight quickly and kill the little shaman.

He was very anxious, which could be seen from his spellcasting.

Nergo looked at the ogre mage with contempt, his eyes narrowed slightly, and thought to himself: As expected, you will die in my hands today.

Flamestorm!

Perhaps because he was anxious because of the flexible little orc, the ogre mage released a super large-scale spell, that is, aoe.

"I'll see how you dodge this time!" The ogre mage was focused on casting spells and didn't care about the possible attacks from Nergo.

Although the distance between them was not far at this time, it was definitely not close.

If it was a melee attack, he could completely cancel the spellcasting when Nergo got close and keep the distance.

What if it was a long-range spell?

He is the Wind Slayer! What can this shaman who only used one type of spell from beginning to end and seemed to be specialized in the wind element do?

Seeing that the ogre mage was still unmoved, Nergo's eyes lit up. What a good opportunity! He quickly ran towards the ogre mage.

At this moment, Flamestorm had already cast half of the spell.

"Is he going to fight to the death?"

"I don't need to stop casting. This distance is enough for him to die."

The ogre mage didn't even stop casting.

Nergo was still trying his best to close the distance between them.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The orc's steps became faster and faster, and his steps became longer and longer.

Finally, the time has come!

The ogre roared: "Fire Wind..."

"Wind shear!" Nergo shouted, and under his command, a wind element messed up the ogre magician's spellcasting, and even the nearby fire elements were scattered by the impact of the wind element.

What?

The ogre magician was stunned. It was obvious that his actual combat experience was not rich, or even lacking.

Although the spellbreaker is immune to spell damage, this wind shear is not a type of damage, but uses the wind element to interfere with his spellcasting and destroy the surrounding elemental environment.

And like this, how can the law breakers resist?

Ghost Wolf.

Nergo, who turned into a ghost wolf, leaped onto the ogre magician and began to bite his flesh. In addition, the four ghost wolves summoned by Nergo also followed suit. A total of five ghost wolves pounced on the ogre magician. Falling to the ground, unable to move.

"Power of stone, help me!" the ogre mage wailed in pain. When the surrounding wind elements had almost dissipated, an earthy yellow light shone on him.

After all, the effect of the wind shear only lasts a moment, and there is no way to prevent him from releasing the spell forever.

Seeing this, Nergo knew that there was no way to kill the ogre with just the bite of the ghost wolf, and his ghost wolf began to gradually dissipate under the influence of the flames.

"Bite his arm!" Nergo ordered. The two ghost wolves immediately changed their attack targets and chose to bite the arm ordered by their master. The remaining two ghost wolves and Nergo chose to continue to control The ogre magician left him unable to resist.

"ah!"

During the bite, the staff held on the ogre magician's arm fell to the ground.

"Wind Slayer?" A ghost wolf spoke human words. This was Nergo. He turned back into human form and took the staff.

Looking at the ogre magician who still had tenacious vitality, Nergo smiled mockingly. The ogre's skin was too hard, and the ogre magician didn't know what magic he had put in to make his skin more difficult to chew. Even the ghost wolf couldn't bite open his seemingly fragile neck.

Purification.

Nergo first used the staff to dispel the magic from the ogre magician.

Sure enough, having a magic staff is indeed more effective for casting spells.

The moment the magic dissipated, the wolves' sharp teeth bit into his flesh.

"No, no... no." The ogre magician's pupils widened, but what was waiting for him was only the staff he had been with day and night... piercing his throat.

Nergo waved his hand, and the wolves disappeared. He also collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. The battle just now took a lot of effort from him.

Then he looked at the ogre who was still staring and smiled contemptuously, "In the end, I won."

Your head belongs to me.