Stormwind God

In this case, many things can be explained.

Lothar really didn't know that he had secretly prepared so many backhands without knowing it. He thought that if the old man in front of him was an enemy, it would be trembling.

"I know the situation is urgent now, but I still need a reason. Why would you help us?" Lothar stared directly at Duke, posing as an old man.

Duke held out his hand, exposing two old palms that had been specially made up, and gently pulled open the small half of the hood, leading to a gray beard.

"Just because I am human, is this reason enough?"

Lothar was shocked.

Correct! What a simple reason! Faced with inexplicable alien invasion, it is not natural for human compatriots to defend against foreign enemies.

Lothar replied: "We have a lot of wounded soldiers. We will never abandon the robes."

"Ladies, the second stage." Duke clapped his hands, and Houshan suddenly surged into a group of people.

Lothar wasn't a fool. He almost recognized a lot of folks as lumberjacks from the nearby East Valley Logging Site. They pulled a large number of long oxen carts that were originally used to carry wood, and eagerly helped the uninjured soldiers of the Griffin Corps to move the wounded soldiers to the ox carts.

Lothar was stunned, but the other side was so prepared? !!

Based on the performance of this mysterious mage just now and now, Lothar finally affirmed that he had encountered a noble person.

Lothar waved to the soldiers: "Let's withdraw first."

Soldiers objected on the spot: "No, how can we soldiers keep civilians behind?"

Duke smiled: "Oh, you are wearing heavy armor and can run faster than these unarmed javelins? Besides, the last person is me. So you have no opinion?"

As soon as Duke spoke, the soldiers around him not only stood in full respect, but even the wounded soldiers who stood slightly injured stood up, put their palms in front of their chests, and raised their swords into the sky.

Sword ceremony!

The solemn etiquette of a soldier to respectable people.

Together with Lothar, there were three hundred soldiers saluting Duke.

Duke waved his hands smartly: "Let's go first. Don't stop me from killing the orcs. I'll catch up with you later and let you watch the second act."

While Duke was talking, suddenly an unharmed javelinman hides inside the firing hole of the fortress.

Duke's eyes narrowed, a few words squeezed out of his teeth: "The curse of pain!"

Lothar also looked bad: "Sir, I ..."

With a wave of his hand, the curse was lifted by Duke: "You go, this is the war of the mage!"

What a mysterious vocabulary is the war of the mage. But the word clearly told Lothar that this was not something he could intervene in.

With a heavy nod, Lothar went down with his men and Duke's javelinmen.

The whole fortress on the top of the mountain became empty again.

In front of the closed gate of the fortress, Duke stood alone facing the wind, standing high, and the cool breeze with moisture in the early spring brushed his face, which was actually very good, but unfortunately the thick **** smell could not make people Feeling comfortable.

Duke couldn't help squinting his eyes and staring down at the winding mountainous terrain, with corpses piled up on almost every stepped uphill slope. Orcs are more human. Thousands of faceted orcs stared at Duke, they made a low growl, and the fangs of the sky reflected a strange flash of light in the sun.

If it wasn't for the orcs' habit of eating people, Duke might be worried that he would be torn and eaten after accidentally hanging.

Now, Duke must make time for the retreat of the Griffins.

The orcs wanted to hug them, but Duke was suspended in the air by the hands of more than a hundred mages, making the orcs who had not been taught a long time ago dare not approach.

"Waste! Did a caster scare you?" A humpback orc in a black robe appeared. Wherever he went, the orc was separated from each other like a tide.

A guy with a not low status.

It is not the chief of the clan who can do this to the orcs, and there is only one possibility left-the infamous Shadow Council Warlock.

For the first time watching these warlocks on the Azeroth mainland for the first time at a close distance, Duke felt wonderful, which reminded him of the misery of being a mage in the game and being abused by the warlock. experience.

Warlock with **** dog to teach mage to be human!

But, but, but you do n’t have a pet? Are you despising me?

No no, maybe with a succubus?

Obviously, he has been a traverser for a long time. Duke suddenly encountered the warlock, but he couldn't help but bring a little player's thinking.

Unfortunately, it looks like Gul'dan isn't looking at each other. In that case, you still have to fight.

Medivh, the guardian of the world, and Gul'dan, the orc warlock, are demigods in most game settings. Unsure, Duke confronted one of them when he was so weak.

Warlocks are masters who use the power of the devil to play with the soul. Duke is really not sure if he died in the warlock's hands. Will he become a ghoul once he is resurrected ...

The sorcerer shouted babblely. The orc language Duke did not understand, and the system elves did not translate. Just when he saw the system wizard's random translation of ‘the imperial army wants you to kill the gun’, Duke wanted to kill the system wizard.

It ’s all useless to say that Duke is not interested in a human running to the orc side, so there is only one thing that can be done-Duke holds up his middle finger.

Well, this is the start of Duke's release of Blizzard.

If in the game, the mage releases [blizzard] on the warlock, it is brain damage.

But the reality is obviously different. Within the [blizzard], the ice edge fell sharply, which disturbed the sight of the warlock very well.

The opponent fired a [Shadow Arrow], but under the system wizard's ballistic judgment assistance system, Duke just moved a step to the right to let the [Shadow Arrow] hit the huge fortress gate.

Without hesitation, 108 mage hands copied the guys from various places in the fortress.

"Sorry, I'm no ordinary mage! If you have no other tricks, then go to death!"

108 javelins were thrown out violently, blocking almost all angles of the orc warlock from sky to underground.

Almost at the same time, Duke was hit. Numerous illusions popped into his mind. Those were the horrors that lurked inside him and he completely forgot.

Suddenly, Duke saw a huge serpent flying up in the dead of night, opening his mouth full of fangs, and biting him hard.

The fear, the pain was so real, Duke exclaimed almost instantly.