Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 152: Nightmare

"Of course you have to remember me, because I will become your nightmare!"

Duke's words, spoken in perfect orcish, still echoed in Orgrim Doomhammer's ears, like a mockery, but also like a nightmare that could never be shaken off.

Warchief Blackhand and his guards came to Orgrim, and Blackhand roared: "Do you know that human mage?!"

"Of course! It was this Edmund Duke who repelled the sudden attack of me and my men! At that time, I had already reached the throne of the human chief!"

Blackhand's facial muscles twitched. He knew that the best way to deal with a spellcaster was to find a stronger one. But he had no other choice. The orders from the Shadow Council continued, but he couldn't even find a warlock.

One hand roughly grabbed Orgrim's shoulder armor and pulled Orgrim's body over. Blackhand roared, spitting on Orgrim's face, and gave a death order: "Now is the time for you to wash away the shame! My adjutant! To prevent you from escaping, the dead eye will be watching you! Go--"

The muscles on Orgrim's face twitched as if he had received an electric shock. The word "shame" deeply stimulated Orgrim's nerves.

He did not argue. In the eyes of the orcs, failure was failure. Failure was not negotiable.

The chieftain did not execute him immediately for this, which was already merciful. Although he was still deeply buried in his heart because of the anger gathered by the death of his good friend Durotan, he knew very well that this was not the time to challenge the chieftain Blackhand.

"Follow me!" Orgrim raised his hand, and his elite orcs immediately rushed to the hill not far from Mirror Lake like a brutal torrent of killing.

Next to the elite Blackrock Clan led by Orgrim, there was another aggressive army marching side by side with Orgrim's men.

That was Kilrogg*Deadeye's elite Bleeding Hollow clan.

The Blood Hollow Clan - once the most powerful clan in the Horde , it still has an astonishing number of people and powerful combat power.

Unfortunately, they ran into Duke who was not restrained by the warlock.

If they are the evil darkness that floods the earth, then Duke is the morning light that washes away the shadows.

Duke was shining with golden light in the morning light, and behind him was a lion flag of the Stormwind.

Duke stood on the top of the hill, looking down proudly at the thousands of orcs crawling towards him like ants.

"Hahaha! Daniel, hold the flag for me. I want to let these guys know that Stormwind is not to be trifled with. Hahaha!" Duke's wild laughter reached the ears of Daniel, who was responsible for carrying the flag behind him.

Unconsciously, Daniel also became ambitious.

I often hear about how awesome Duke is, but I haven't seen him and I still don't have such a real feeling about it.

How many orcs are there down there?

At least tens of thousands of them, which is enough power to destroy the entire kingdom.

But can Duke face it so proudly?

Looking at Duke, who looked so radiant in the morning light, Daniel was mesmerized for a moment. It was an almost fanatical hero worship.

Duke? A great general who commands a place on the battlefield?

No! To be able to shake an army of tens of thousands of terrifying orcs with one's own strength has long surpassed the scope of a general.

If Daniel, who has a simpler mind, had to think of an adjective, it would be... God!

The guardian of the entire kingdom!

At the foot of the mountain, the orc warriors had the honor of encountering a human mage who was not suppressed by their own warlocks and was firing at full power for the first time in the battlefield of Elwynn Forest. Once the huge fireball was hit, it immediately released all the energy contained in it. The terrible impact force easily lifted the grass and blew up the tree roots. The splashing flames directly spread on the orc warriors.

Fear of fire is the instinct of most living things.

The burning sensation that exceeds the body's endurance limit is not something that every warrior can easily conquer with courage.

Thirty-six huge flame magic arrays were pouring out fireballs the size of water tanks almost continuously. This was a firestorm that was even more powerful than a meteor shower.

Many orc warriors were blown into the sky by fireballs, and then they fell down and wailed a few times before being swallowed by the flames. In a short while, they turned into corpses emitting a disgusting burnt smell.

The flames of the explosion continued to flicker. Daniel behind Duke couldn't help but squint his eyes. Not far from his field of vision, although many orcs were burned to death, more orcs had already entered the final charge. Their lines spread out in an arc, neither too dense nor too sparse, and they surrounded Duke.

Of course, the 40-degree slope of the mountain road slowed down their speed a little, but for the orcs who could climb mountains as easily as eating and drinking, this was not a big problem.

Their advance barely slowed.

"Cover your ears!" Duke said suddenly.

Daniel did as he was told.

The next moment, a long river of flames suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain, instantly blocking the entry of subsequent orcs.

Then, a series of explosions sounded.

Those were the shells Duke had dropped on the hills before dawn. They had exhausted the few griffins in Stormwind. Because the Horde had found a new direction to attack the city, the cannons at the main gate of Stormwind had lost their meaning.

Due to the limited transportation capacity, it is impossible to transport these shells away, so we might as well let Duke do it.

Just as they reached the halfway point of the mountain, shells ignited by the fire kept exploding under the feet of the orc warriors, raising pillars of fire mixed with mud. Brave and resolute faces kept falling in the flash of the explosion, while the furious orcs continued to advance to the top of the mountain over the bodies of their companions.

They were still nearly 200 meters away from Duke. At this distance, the orcs had no way to deal with Duke.

But Duke was able to rely on his control over the elements of the entire sky around him to open the arcane fire magic circuit without hesitation and pour the magic onto the hills.

The deafening sound of the explosion shocked the entire orc army, and even the human warriors on the outer walls of Stormwind City more than a thousand meters away.

Even the lowest level of fireball magic created a shocking sound. The exploding fireball almost overturned the ground. On the originally lush hills beside Mingjing Lake, every branch was broken by the hot air waves, and the broken branches kept flying down and flying again.

Among the Blackrock Clan and Bleeding Hollow Clan that rushed up the hill, flags that symbolized glory and power were falling one after another.

Warchief Blackhand, who was standing at the foot of the mountain, was staring with his eyes wide open.

"This is impossible!"

In contrast, after seeing the blazing flames and hearing the screams of the orcs, the Stormwind soldiers burst into thunderous cheers. On the top of the city wall, every soldier showed an expression of ecstasy.

They knew that their new patron saint, Edmund Duke, was teaching the orcs how to be human.

The fireball spell of an ordinary wizard is not as exaggerated as Duke's. It flies across two or three hundred meters in the air and remains condensed without dispersing.

This kind of control, which is obviously only possessed by the highest-level magicians, appeared in Duke, a mere mid-level magician of the sky level. However, with the assistance of the system elves, Duke's control over the power of elements reached an astonishing level.

He can hit whatever he points at, with the accuracy of a sharpshooter.

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Even though the orcs no longer charged blindly like targets, even though they had begun to learn irregular movements in an attempt to avoid the incoming fireballs.

But none of the fireballs that kept pouring down missed the target. Often, if a fireball failed to hit the orc in front, it would hit the orc behind because of the orc's line of sight being disturbed or other reasons.

Sometimes it looked as if Duke had fired a fireball and the orcs had foolishly risked their lives by throwing their heads into it.

The orcs' attack line has been spread to a width of more than 200 meters, but still no orc can get within 150 meters of Duke.

At a distance where this person looked like a small dot, let alone throwing long-range weapons such as axes, even if it was a crossbow, there was no chance of hitting him.

The water vapor evaporating around Duke due to the high temperature made Duke's figure look strangely distorted from a distance.

Only God knows whether Duke has set up protective spells such as wind shield.

But Daniel was sure that Duke had at least the most basic Protection Arrow magic. Whether there were ten or dozens of them stacked, Daniel couldn't tell. The concentration of elements near Duke's body was so high that it seemed to be real.

It can be said that Duke alone covered half of the battlefield and almost suppressed the orcs' almost all-round attack.

This has completely surpassed skill and has become a magical art level.

Magicians are firepower - Duke illustrates this well.

Daniel, who was standing behind Duke, was stunned, and a feeling of worship and awe filled Daniel's chest. Although he knew that he would never be able to reach the level of a archmage in his lifetime, Daniel still couldn't suppress his yearning.

It turns out that his master is a super wizard who is bound to reach, or even surpass, the level of the previous guardian god Medivh?

Daniel suddenly felt that after seeing this scene, it was worth dying for Duke.

It should have been a one-sided fight, but the whole situation was broken after a huge red figure appeared.

In history, the next Warchief of the Horde was Orgrim Doomhammer!

The muscles near Duke's eye sockets twitched.

We already knew that Orgrim had an exaggerated elemental resistance, especially fire resistance. Now it was obvious that Orgrim had used his ultimate move.

"Ah ...

Orgrim's condition was clearly beyond normal.

The word "stride" is not enough to describe his violent state.

Holding the Hammer of Destruction that weighed at least two or three hundred pounds, Orgrim ran as fast as he could fly, with any step exceeding five meters.

In the eyes of humans, this is the distance of a triple jump, but for Orgrim, who is over two and a half meters tall, this is just the level of "galloping".

What was even more terrifying was the abnormality under his feet.

Duke saw billowing, splashing steam.

Damn, are you an electric iron?

Duke had long given up the idea of using fire magic to deal with Orgrim. With a wave of his hand, thirty-six magician's hands appeared in the void twenty meters away from Orgrim, in groups of six, launching Arcane Blast!

Two seconds later, Duke was dumbfounded again!

Invalid! Invalid! All invalid!

The surging arcane energy hit Orgrim after being highly compressed, oh, less than 20 centimeters away from his body, and was automatically dispelled by a more powerful and mysterious force. This trick that could knock Orgrim away again and again in the last duel was now completely ineffective!

Damn it, are you sure your name isn't Orgrim Saint? You can't use the same move twice?

With every step, Orgrim changed the color of the mountains and rivers. In just a few breaths, he had already entered within a hundred meters of Duke.

Duke frowned and clasped his hands together, and suddenly the elements in the air changed again.

"Hah--" With a light shout, the entire mountain spring froze from under Duke's feet. The freezing cold air flowed along the stream and instantly froze the entire stream. Countless ice spikes suddenly stretched out along the river like hedgehogs. The high-speed ice spikes were enough to pierce any mortal body!

Extremely Cold Ice Wave

This is Duke's original magic that he improved from Dwarven's Cold Prison. Although it has not been completely completed, Duke is quite confident that he can stop Orgrim a little.

Duke succeeded.

Although Orgrim's body was emitting high temperatures, he was obviously not used to the ice spikes with physical attack properties. The high temperature was constantly melting the ice spikes, but each time the ice spikes pierced his body first, creating thumb-sized blood holes.

"Ahhh!" Faced with more and more ice spikes, Orgrim was surrounded.

At this moment, another orc hero arrived - Kilrogg Deadeye.

As the chieftain of one of the seven largest orc clans, Kilrogg is absolutely top-notch. If it weren't for his old age and frailty, Duke would bet that this old orc's fighting power would be at least at the level of Blackhand.

In front of Duke, Kilrogg displayed agility comparable to that of a night elf.

Yes, agility!

If Orgrim just now was more like an angry lion, then Kilrogg at this moment was an agile cheetah. He actually stepped on the blunt side of the ice spikes pierced by Duke's ice wave and rushed towards Duke like flying.

Multicast activated!

This was not a spell cast by the system AI commissioned by Duke, but a spell cast by Duke himself. How could its power be more than one level higher than the spell cast by the system AI?

With Blizzard and Wide-Area Ice Cone, Duke showed his astonishing magic circuit to the world for the first time!

No matter how agile Kilrogg was, he was not immune to this all-round wide-area magic attack. For a moment, his figure froze.

Kilrogg was screaming in panic.

The orcs behind still wanted to rush forward, but were suppressed by the wizard's hand and magic circle controlled by the system AI.