The scene before my eyes was extremely strange.
Lothar was so angry at Duke that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he had no idea what expression to use to face Duke.
At first glance, Duke looks so impressive.
His short black hair stood up because of the fluctuation of arcane energy. Duke, wearing the classic robes of the Stormwind Royal Mage Corps, held two balls of blue-purple arcane energy in his hands, and stood in the center of the entire battlefield.
Countless wizard hands made of white light floated in the air, and the barrage of purple-blue arcane missiles that were continuously fired reflected the relaxed look on Duke's face.
Although he was not very tall, perhaps because he was too young, Duke was even shorter than everyone else at the scene, but everyone thought he was taller and more majestic than everyone else. His pair of black eyes were like obsidian embedded in his eye sockets, deep and wise.
Countless arcane lights flashed in the palm of his or his mage's hand, and then went to where they should go.
Either to fight against Gul'dan's fireballs, or to save a human elite soldier who was almost killed instantly by the enemy's orc guards. Lothar had seen more than one time when his men were in danger of almost certain death, but they were all saved by Duke's lightning arrows fired with 'Multicast'.
A flash that is almost blinding, or a direct attack, every time Duke saves the situation, it seems so understated, yet just right.
Those who are not aware of the situation would think that Duke is so awesome that he not only beats his opponents easily, but also has enough room to protect his teammates.
Duke is the disadvantaged side, okay!
Lothar finally couldn't help but yelled, "Hey! Duke, do you need help?"
In fact, no one has time to help Duke, the problem is that Lothar is worried!
"Keep calm. I can't win, but don't think I lose. If I delay for a day and a night, I can do it." After saying that, Duke still had time to instantly cast Pyroblast to help Lothar smear Chieftain Blackhand's face.
"Well done!" Taking advantage of the gap created by Duke, Lothar suddenly struck Blackhand hard. The sharp sword tip, sharper than a nail, easily pierced into the gap in the armor under Blackhand's left rib, leaving a wound at least five centimeters deep. Lothar was absolutely sure that he had pierced the edge of Blackhand's lung.
"Roar——" Blackhand let out an angry roar. He turned around and glared at Duke with his bloodshot eyes.
Blackhand actually gave up Lothar and rushed straight towards Duke!
"Hiss!" Lothar gasped. He knew exactly what would happen to Duke's small body if he was hit by Blackhand's hammer of destruction. He had no choice but to chase after him.
Even if it wasn't the real chieftain, the terrifying figure that was as big as a hill would easily make even the bravest warriors feel timid. Lothar couldn't imagine what would happen to Duke, who probably didn't have much combat experience, if he met Blackhand.
Duke's murder caused the whole situation to collapse?
Even if he didn't want to admit it, Duke was already the most important member of this assault force. In a sense, Duke's existence was as important as that of the commander, Lothar.
"Bang! Bang!" Two Stormwind soldiers who tried to stop Blackhand were easily knocked away. The huge hammers swung left and right, just ordinary pendulums, but the irresistible force was not something that ordinary humans could resist.
There was no longer any barrier between Duke and Blackhand, and at this moment, Gul'dan's mirror image also launched a fierce attack.
The violent flames enveloped Duke's entire body. From Lothar's side, he could only see Duke's vague figure. Not only was there flames, Lothar also felt the coming of a curse.
Curse of Pain plus Ignite, as well as some unknown spells, several warlock spells that would cause continuous damage were poured onto Duke.
Not to mention that Duke also has to face Blackhand, Gul'dan's moves alone are more than Duke can withstand.
At that moment, Lothar felt as if his heart was stabbed, and he almost wanted to throw his sword to save people.
However, the gap between mediocrity and genius is revealed in this moment that should have been a matter of seconds.
Duke's originally outward magic power was instantly restrained by him, and was actually contained in his palm in less than one tenth of a second. Lothar didn't know how strong the arcane energy control was. He only knew that he had only seen this level of magic skills in Medivh, and even the master Mage couldn't match it.
If the previous contraction could be considered an illusion, then the highly condensed arcane energy at this moment instantly magnified again between his palms, turning into a clear giant palm with five fingers, which slapped the great chieftain Blackhand on the head and sent him flying backwards... This move alone was enough to make Lothar applaud.
The orcs' fighting instincts are terrifyingly high.
Even though Blackhand's weight was probably over 500 jin, his body was never considered clumsy. Lothar had clearly seen that Blackhand's body began to adjust in mid-air, and even if he added another sword, he might not be able to find a gap.
Just then, Duke Flashed.
He suddenly turned into a streak of light and disappeared on the spot. When his figure reappeared, he was already next to Blackhand.
With the five fingers of his right hand spread out, a cone-shaped icy sea breeze suddenly burst out from Duke's palm and covered the Blackhand. This move was not based on the attack power of Duke's magic, but on the slowing effect that ice magic often contained.
A visible layer of frost covered Blackhand's body, from his feet to his waist, which made Blackhand's efforts to adjust his posture in mid-air come to naught.
The most important thing was that Lothar suddenly realized that Blackhand was unable to adjust his body, so his entire back was facing him diagonally. Through the gap between Blackhand's armor and helmet, Lothar had a perfect chance to kill him.
You know, the Blackhand Chieftain in the chess space relied on his amazing strength. This shameless man actually wore two sets of armor, a three-centimeter-thick steel plate armor on the outside and an unknown leather armor on the inside. This made it difficult for Lothar to find an opportunity to kill with one blow.
It was different now. Due to this rare position, Lothar's sword was able to penetrate smoothly.
"Swish--" The King's Sword pierced from front to back, into the muscle between the hindquarters and the shoulder blade, and went straight into Blackhand's heart.
For a moment, Lothar worried that this strange chess dimension might default on its promises, such as counting the orcs as undead creatures or something.
Obviously, Lothar's worries were unnecessary.
Hundreds of thunders suddenly struck down from the empty sky.
The "boom" explosion almost made every warrior lose their minds. Fortunately, the chess level abided by the rules. After the thunder struck, all the enemies, even the fishmen, nagas and gnolls summoned by Duke, disappeared without a trace.
"Victory?" Lothar still had some doubts.