Duke was relieved that Antonidas agreed to fight.
Gul'dan's appearance really made Duke feel like he was in trouble.
Duke knew very well that Gul'dan, this sinister guy, would not work hard for Orgrim. But there is such an enemy in the world that you must deal with with all your strength even if you know that the other party will not take real action.
This is the boss, this is power!
Duke looked at Gul'dan's arrogant figure and couldn't help biting his lips fiercely. After this busy time, he really had to cultivate his strength.
Personal strength must match the general trend.
Duke knew very well that even if he was a Sunshine Mage, he couldn't survive the siege of hundreds of thousands of orcs. And he wasn't one yet.
If you don't have an alliance to back you up, when you are outnumbered by the enemy, you will likely be killed even if you have god-level strength.
In the 'later ages', Antonidas died here, and the Sun King Anasterian Sunstrider died here.
But today, fortunately, it was not Duke who had to fight against Gul'dan.
Gently swiping the staff in the air, without anyone seeing how Antonidas chanted, the mysterious runes formed a long line in the air in front of everyone. Three seconds later, the line was stretched by some mysterious force and turned into an elliptical aperture that could allow one person to pass through.
On the other side of the aperture, the deserted Southshore gate was reflected. That was the gate to the harbor and Southshore.
The orcs were not fools, they also knew that if they didn't kill the humans on the two hills and rushed into the town rashly, they would be sending themselves to death. Under the scolding of the tribal commanders, all the orcs rushed to the hills.
On the contrary, in the midst of the fierce battlefield, there was such an uninhabited open space.
The next moment, Antonidas appeared alone at the entrance of the town.
"Oh? I didn't expect that there would be a human mage who dared to accept the challenge?" Two hundred meters away on the sea, Gul'dan spoke in the common language of humans, as if talking to himself. But he knew Antonidas would hear it.
"Haha, I also want to know what kind of strength the former demigod had." Antonidas was old and sophisticated. It seemed like he was praising, but in fact it was an outright insult.
Gul'dan leaned on his staff, and death waves made of dark power immediately spread downwards from the surface of the sea. Under the seabed, countless murlocs underwater a hundred meters away were immediately hit.
For a moment, the entire sea surface was surging, and a large amount of blood and body fragments were boiling and roaring like boiling water.
Gul'dan's face turned dark, and he replied coldly: "I can kill you with half my strength!"
"Come!" Antonidas waved.
Without further ado, the two people's magic collided violently in mid-air.
At that moment, the entire Southshore, with the dock gate as its boundary, flashed with elemental glows of different colors:
On this side close to the town, three-color elemental flame patterns of fire, frost, and arcane appeared densely.
With the pier as the boundary, the side close to the sea was flashing with layers of overlapping red flames and black shadow arrays, and it also carried a lot of mysterious and evil aura.
Two completely different scenes occupied the center of the battlefield, completely enveloped the entire Southshore, and spread in all directions.
The next moment, the magic pouring out from the magic circle around the two of them collided with each other.
The flames of destruction and the biting ice collided fiercely in mid-air. The raised ice chips and the aftermath of the flames formed terrible steam, roasting any creature that tried to approach.
The evil shadow arrows were blasted away by the fireballs, dyeing the nearby grass black and instantly draining the life out of all the plants and animals they touched. The aftermath of the scattered flames was no less powerful, easily burning everything that could burn.
The azure arcane light shone upon the cursed energies that were floating over mysteriously, rendering the warlock's most mysterious curse of pain ineffective.
The fight between these two men was more terrifying than the battle between ten mage regiments. The shock waves from the fierce battle easily swept across the entire town.
Duke, who had identified Southshore as the main battlefield, had long since relocated the residents. However, when he saw the fight between these two perverted strongmen, Duke was still extremely shocked.
You know, this is not Gul'dan in his prime! Even now, Gul'dan still has to use more than half of his strength to maintain the operation of the Dark Portal. In other words, Gul'dan only used less than a quarter of his power in his prime to fight Antonidas, one of the only two Sun Mages in the world of Azeroth.
At this moment, the entire Southshore, and even all the places between the two hills, seemed to have encountered a terrible natural disaster. It was a combination of a tornado and an earthquake.
The brick and wood houses on both sides of the town's main road collapsed like dominoes. Huge trees were blown into the air by the powerful shock wave, but they were often bombarded by two or three magical forces before they fell to the ground.
Duke saw with his own eyes that the upper half of a tree was burned by fire, while the lower half was frozen, and finally it was shattered by the splash of shadow arrows.
Antonidas raised his staff, and the sea around Gul'dan suddenly intertwined with a blue magical glow. In less than half a second, nearly a hundred huge water elementals with inverted triangle-shaped upper bodies and two thick arms suddenly emerged from the sea. Without saying a word, these water elementals fired more than a hundred icy arrows directly at Gul'dan in the center.
Gul'dan also raised his hand, and dozens of equally huge dark blue inverted triangle-shaped "blue fat men" appeared beside him. These strange demons from the void used their huge bodies as the best magic shields.
At the same time, near the town gate, a space channel connected to the void was opened, and a large number of demon hounds targeting magic professions rushed out from it and headed straight towards Antonidas.
"Hmph!" Following a cold snort from the Speaker of Dalaran.
Countless ice cones appeared from the ground and pierced into the sky. The demon hounds, which should have been quite powerful against the mage, had no power to resist the physical damage caused by the elemental transformation. They were easily pierced from the bottom to the top of the abdomen like skewers. Some of them had their heads chopped off by the ice and became corpses before they could rise.
The magical energy erupting from them formed a terrifying pressure. This tangible pressure easily drew an invisible boundary on the battlefield. Even if that place was not affected by magic, people with insufficient strength would not dare to cross the line.
Seeing that Duke's arrangement had once again offset the Horde's offensive, Lothar came over and said, "Duke, what are you waiting for?"
"I am waiting for their trump card!"