Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 154: Bullet

The situation before them made the three tribal heroes frown.

In? Or not?

This is a serious problem.

Go in? The blizzard tornadoes flying around inside are no pushovers. Anyone would get a little creepy watching those sharp ice prisms whirling around.

Not going in? Tens of thousands of elite tribesmen were watching this side, and the Warchief Blackhand had issued a death order, that no matter how many people died, this human mage who came to slap him in the face in public must be torn into pieces.

Can I withdraw?

Samuro, who reappeared, looked at Kilrogg and Orgrim.

Unexpectedly, it was the Orc Swordmaster who attacked first.

Giving up the stealth effect of Wind Step, the Orc Swordmaster jumped directly into Duke's huge ice shield with a diameter of over 100 meters, brandished his sword, and began to spin violently.

Samuro's eyes were filled with endless killing intent. Duke must die! All humans who dared to challenge the glory of the Horde must die. The most tragic blood sacrifice was made to commemorate the compatriots who were burned to death by the magic flames!

The sword light is dazzling and eye-catching.

The incomparable swirling sword light was like a continuous whirlwind, and in a very short time it turned into a storm, a tornado made of sword energy.

The damage caused by the terrifying sword light even exceeded the range that the sword should reach, forming a sword energy that kept cutting Duke's shield.

Daniel held the flag behind Duke in shock and muttered to himself, "What kind of skill is this?"

"Blade Storm, the signature skill of the Fire Blade Clan's Swordmaster." Duke sneered.

Duke almost memorized the sword master's fighting skills with his eyes closed.

"If that's all you can do, then go to hell!"

Yes! Duke has set his sights on Samuro. Unlike Kilrogg and Orgrim, who have strong bodies, Swordmaster Samuro is powerful, but the biggest difference is that Samuro is an assassin, while those two cockroach-like guys are warriors.

From a certain perspective, the Sword Master is similar to the Mage in that both have the most powerful attack and destructive power, but in contrast, their main bodies are extremely weak.

No, it should be said that the Sword Saint is more extreme.

After maximizing his speed and attack power, the Sword Master only has one life-saving skill, Mirror Image, which relies on multiple clones to confuse the enemy.

What Duke fears least is the mirror image. With the scanning of the system AI, Duke can always distinguish which is the real body and which is the real body in the shortest time.

Of course, Duke has a simpler and more violent way.

The next second, he suddenly raised his left hand high, snapped his fingers in an extremely pretentious manner, and then swung his left hand suddenly to the left.

This time, the new move created by combining Dwarven's Quenching Hell and Ice Ring is called Rapid Avalanche.

With a wave of his arm, all space within the wide-area ice shield, except for Duke, Daniel and an area with a diameter of ten meters behind him, was instantly frozen.

At the beginning, Sword Saint Samuro wanted to survive the cold by spinning at high speed, but he soon found that his spinning was getting slower and slower, and his movements were getting more and more sluggish, like a spinning top that was about to lose all its kinetic energy.

not good!

For a moment, Duke almost thought he could kill Samuro in an instant.

When Duke opened his right hand and made a clenched gesture, about to use a giant hand of ice and snow that appeared out of thin air to grab Samuro and crush him to death, Orgrim took action.

The huge square-headed hammer Hammer of Destruction fell down with a loud bang, and a visible lava crack suddenly blasted through Duke's Wide-Area Ice Shield, just right to let the violent heat be drawn into Samuro's blade storm that was about to stop in the next second.

After the high temperature was introduced, Samuro suddenly had enough strength to resist Duke's coldness. The blade storm that had almost stagnated once again showed its amazing destructive power.

The high-speed spinning sword blade, with an extremely high temperature that was enough to evaporate all the water in the surrounding airspace, actually eroded Duke's shield by a full quarter in one go.

Duke's face darkened.

"I knew that the Hammer of Destruction was not some cheap blue quality hardware item!" Duke cursed.

As Orgrim's famous weapon, Doomhammer has never been an unknown weapon. Being soaked in lava for many years has given Doomhammer an extremely exaggerated power of fire element. However, the current Doomhammer is not the top one.

Just like Lothar's Sword of Kings, when a weapon embodies the will and faith of millions of people in an entire race, even if the weapon itself is made of ordinary iron, it will be promoted to at least the level of a semi-artifact.

Not to mention that the Hammer of Destruction itself is not an ordinary object.

It is no exaggeration to say that after becoming the Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim's strength will at least double what it is now.

The next moment, Kilrogg came to kill him.

Holding two short axes less than half a meter long, Kilrogg*Dead Eyes directly transformed into a berserker. His axe blades carried some strange power, and every time he swung them at high speed, he could actually reduce the icy aura in Duke's shield at a high speed.

Duke's already dark face became even darker, not much darker than the bottom of a pot.

"Fuck! Every hero in the Horde is a pervert! I don't want to play with you anymore! Daniel, let's go!"

A real bitch should be both a human and a bitch, using his bitch spirit to hurt people from thousands miles away.

When the three heroes of the Horde revealed their trump cards one after another, Duke immediately realized that this was only part of their trump cards. It was still too early for him to kill them.

So Duke ran away as soon as he had a disagreement!

He grabbed Daniel and stepped back.

Because they were looking up at the top of the mountain from the middle of the mountain, it was not until this moment that the three heroes of the Horde were shocked to discover that Duke actually had a griffin hidden not far behind him.

With absolutely no intention of fighting to the death with the tribal heroes, Duke turned over and rode on the griffin behind him.

The griffin didn't understand why Duke was leaving suddenly when he was fighting so well, but thanks to its good training, after it sensed the designated actions taken by its temporary master, the griffin let out a long howl with a bit of dissatisfaction, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew away.

"Edmund Duke! If you are still a man, come down and fight me!" Seeing Duke was about to run away, Orgrim was almost mad. He couldn't imagine why this seemingly extremely powerful human wizard would have the idea of escaping.

Hadn't he already suppressed all three of them?

"Orgrim, if you are still a man, come to Stormwind Fortress and duel me in front of a hundred thousand human soldiers! You have the nerve to challenge me to a duel with a bunch of tribal heroes coming together? Bah!" The griffin climbed very quickly, and in the blink of an eye Duke rose to a height of thirty meters.

Duke retorted in Orcish, and Orgrim was speechless. Duke was right, the three of them were all famous heroes in the Horde !

Just as Duke was about to escape, at this moment, a shrill whistling sound approached at high speed from far away.

Bullet Time This ridiculous thing, with the help of the system AI, Duke really did it.

The time around him suddenly slowed down a hundred times, and the thing that almost reached the speed of sound finally appeared in Duke's retina in almost stagnant time.

It was a strange, huge single-edged axe, the blade of which looked a bit like a big hook, or rather, like an elephant's trunk.

In the entire world of Azeroth, there are not too many axes of this shape, but there are definitely quite a few.

Considering that the guy who threw the axe was at least a hundred meters away from Duke. And from a hundred meters away, he could throw an axe so inhumanely, with a terrifying scream that shook people's souls, and a terrifying power that shook the sky and the earth.

Then this axe can only be called one name - Blood Roar!

An ordinary axe certainly wasn't enough to make Duke so surprised. This Blood Roar was the most important part of its owner's supreme reputation.

Grom Hellscream - Even though Duke was a human being destined to be in the Alliance camp in the future, he had to pay homage to this hero of the Horde .

Looking in the direction where the axe was thrown, with the help of the system, a burly figure was clearly marked out by a red border.

As a hardcore gamer, Duke recognized Grom at a glance. He was a rare orc with a braided hair on his head, black hair that hung down to his chest, and a trapezoidal face. He also had a single shoulder armor on his right shoulder, and a belt with a skull pattern across his chest. His tan body was full of strong muscles that contained unimaginable explosive power.

He even kept the axe-throwing gesture.

Grom Hellscream is famous, first of all because he was the first orc to be bewitched by Gul'dan and drink the blood of the high-level demon, the pit lord Mannoroth, which made the dark brown skin of the orcs turn green and gained the power to invade the world of Azeroth.

As the chieftain of the Warsong clan, one of the most powerful orc clans, Grom's strength is absolutely top-notch.

In the Second Dark Portal War in "history", the axe of Grom, who was responsible for guarding the Dark Portal, was covered with the blood of human warriors. He killed as many as 48 powerful knights with names and surnames. The greatest achievement in "history" was that he sacrificed himself and cooperated with the later Warchief Thrall to kill the Abyss Lord Mannoroth, who had deceived the orcs.

Duke never expected that Grom Hellscream, who did not participate in the first Battle of the Dark Gate, would come and ambush him.

History has once again reached a turning point!

At this frozen moment, Duke felt as if his spiritual sea was frozen.

Some things, seeing them, does not mean you can do them.

Duke's scalp was tingling. From the bullet time that slowed down the passage of time, he saw the starting point of the axe and also the end point of the axe - his back, but Duke had no way to avoid this fatal blow.

Speed up, slow down, dodge left, avoid right, block... In just a moment, the system AI helped Duke simulate what might happen next in his mind thousands of times, but Duke was not able to escape every time.

This has nothing to do with skill.

This was a strike that completely went beyond the scope of martial arts and transcended the concepts of physics and scientific principles.

It feels like this is the kind of process that takes a sure hit as a prerequisite and completes the hit by itself. It is a completely unreasonable attack that completely reverses cause and effect.

Just like Lothar's sword of kings that gathered the will and faith of mankind for more than a thousand years, Grom's axe throwing also gathered all the spirit of this "Sword Saint" who also came from the Burning Blade Clan, as well as the wild and unparalleled will of the entire clan's 100,000 warriors.

"Orcs will never be slaves--" Grom Hellscream's classic roar seemed to still echo in Duke's ears.

Duke saw a vision on the axe that was spinning back and forth, and saw the struggles and fights of the orcs on the land of Draenor for thousands of years.

Survival of the fittest.

The orcs used their wildness and indomitable will to become the masters of the land of Draenor.

Now Draenor is heading towards destruction, and the orcs, following the collusion between Gul'dan and Sargeras, see Azeroth as the next stop for the orcs to continue their reproduction.

No compromise, no luck.

At this moment, Duke finally realized that even as a wizard, sometimes he had to fight with real swords and guns.

"Hah!" Duke shouted. At this time, Daniel, who was helping to control the griffin in front, was terrified to find that twenty meters behind him, there was an extremely huge axe that broke the stagnant air and chopped towards him.

Suddenly, twelve magic circles and thirty-six wizards' hands appeared not far in front of the left side of the griffin.

Daniel opened his mouth in astonishment. He didn't even notice that the strong wind brought by the high-speed flight rushed into his mouth, making his face swell up and look ridiculous.

The two metamagic feats, Multicasting and Moving Casting, are special feats that many mages cannot master in their lifetime. Not everyone can calm down while moving at high speed, allowing every spell to enter the spiritual sea perfectly and use magic power to activate them in the correct order.

Not to mention the Multicast in Moving Casting.

Even if Duke's magic was performed silently, it is still incredible for mortals.

This is like asking a person to run at the speed of a 100-meter race without slowing down and recite 48 different ancient poems with more than 100 words in their minds clearly at the same time.

Is this done by humans?

But Duke did it with the help of System Genie.

Not only Daniel, but also Orgrim, Kilrogg, Samuro who were nervously watching Grom Hellscream's attack below, as well as the Warchief Blackhand not far away, and thousands of orcs witnessed this spectacular sight.

The magnificent array that suddenly appeared in the sky was like a miracle described in an epic poem.

Arcane Blast fell with a loud bang.

It was not the chaotic shooting like a torrential rain, but a very regular and precise shooting with a strange rhythm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..." In a very short period of time, dozens of arcane shocks fell on the axe blade that was constantly spinning, and each attack was less than one-fiftieth of a second apart. But each attack hit the same position on the left side of the axe blade that was constantly spinning and changing its position in the air.

From left to right, Arcane Blast was blasted out from the twelve magic circles, and arcane missiles were also blasted out from the hands of the thirty-six mages.

Unknowingly, the dignified Blood Roar was led astray.