Lothar didn't tell Duke what to do, because he knew Duke would satisfy him. Understanding is sothing that is developed through repeated battles. Whether a teammate is reliable can be seen in one or two battles. This is the first ti Lothar has seen a truly all-round genius like Duke.
Lothar was relieved.
Sure enough, Duke raised his hand and suddenly used the lowest level ?Blizzard?.
There were no ice prisms that were deadly enough, only rapidly rolling down snowflakes. The cold hexagonal snowflakes quickly covered the burning parts of the soldiers and quickly extinguished the flas on their bodies.
Every soldier who ca to his senses looked at Duke with gratitude.
Compared to the middle-aged priest who was still in a daze, Duke's response was simply god-level.
Many soldiers holding long swords had pale faces and large drops of cold sweat on their buns, but every one of them was fatally injured, not to ntion dead.
This result was obviously far from satisfying Prince Malchezaar. This high-level demon among the Eredar would never have dread that a ti traveler would sneak into the challengers.
Duke knows most of his skills very well!
He roared, "Mortal, do you think this is the end?"
As he raised his hand, a black light blood in the prince's hand.
In an instant, all fifteen elite soldiers felt as if their bodies were hollowed out. It was a terrifying feeling, as if their skin was as thin as paper, and there were no muscles, no blood vessels, no blood, and even no bones. It was as if all their internal organs had disappeared, and they had beco nothing more than a paper man with a hollow shell.
It is impossible to describe the horrifying feeling. Almost every soldier who was hit stood there in a daze, not even noticing the dark energy shrouding their heads.
Three seconds!
It only takes three seconds!
The mont that evil dark energy erupts, these fifteen soldiers will lose their lives forever, and even their souls will be bound in the chaotic mage tower in Karazhan, becoming a kind of sad existence.
"Run!" Lothar didn't know what that was. He only knew that these old friends who he had trained and had accompanied him through countless life and death situations would all die here if they didn't run.
Being ntally prepared for everyone to die and actually having everyone die are two completely different situations.
Lothar is very strong, but no matter how strong he is, he has no ans to save fifteen soldiers at the sa ti.
On the battlefield, a second of hesitation is enough to be fatal. Even if many of these elite soldiers have reacted and started running towards the place outside the darkness, how far can a soldier wearing full body armor, holding a shield and a sword, and carrying at least dozens of kilograms of weight, run in three seconds?
Death has almost beco inevitable!
However, just when these dozen elite soldiers were about to be killed instantly, Duke's magic hand appeared again.
72 magician's hands dragged and pulled all the soldiers out of the killing range of the prince's ?Shadow Nova? before it exploded.
Watching himself leaving the dark area as if flying, and then looking at the place after leaving, where the ground was corroded by the dark power and squeaked, and emitted an ominous sll, even a fool would know that it was Duke who saved their lives again.
Before the raid on Rakazan, they admired only one man - Anduin Lothar.
From today on, they silently added another na in their hearts - Edmund Duke.
Not only were they amazed by Duke's unimaginable response, but they were also impressed by Duke's calmness, decisiveness, selflessness and indescribable overall view.
"Thank you, Sir Edmund. I owe you my life."
"In the future, when Boss Lothar doesn't want anymore, I, Ponga, will be your follower and see if I can still do it."
Most people would be unwilling and angry that their subordinates' hearts were bought off, but Lothar was moved that his subordinates' lives were saved.
"Alright, you bastards, if I really die I will allow you to hang out with Duke boy. Now get out of here and get out of the way. This is not an enemy you can handle."
Lothar's elite troops retreated, evacuating far away from the rooftop square.
Lothar twisted his neck: "Duke, do you have any good suggestions?"
"If you're not afraid of fire, you could try to lure this guy out. I bet he has a limited number of fla pillars."
"If I wasn't in the fire, I would have been able to kill this guy." Garona seed indignant because she was forced to retreat.
"Ditto." Duke shrugged.
"That's settled."
Hearing Duke's words, Prince Malchezaar was shocked. He almost thought he was hallucinating. The pressure in the space suddenly changed. It was a violent atmosphere like a tidal wave. Accompanied by a roar, the sound of burning anger shook the ground.
"Who gave you the confidence to defeat !? The Burning Legion is invincible!"
Duke was unmoved: "Pfft..."
Lothar and Garona looked at Duke at the sa ti.
"I just smiled and didn't say anything. Is that wrong?"
"No, I just think you are braver than I thought." Lothar touched Duke's arm gently with his shield, then rushed forward without looking back.
Lothar charges!
With every step Lothar took forward, the light on him grew brighter.
This is not a feeling, nor a hallucination, Lothar is really glowing!
For a mont, Duke almost suspected that the profession of "Paladin" had appeared prematurely in this sowhat unreliable world of Azeroth.
What made Duke even more confused was that he saw the following lines of words in the system data on his retina:
"After testing, it was found that Anduin Lothar used the ultra-rare elixir ?Titan elixir?, and his health points were temporarily greatly increased."
"...Lothar used the ?Colorful Miracle Potion?, and his magic resistance was temporarily greatly enhanced."
"...Lothar used the ?Special Fire Protection Potion?."
"...Lorsa activated the special amulet of the Archbishop of Stormwind. Lothar obtained an unknown super-powerful exorcism blessing, and his damage to demons increased significantly."
What is land reclamation? This is land reclamation!
Even though Lothar himself was a boss, this dedicated warrior still prepared his own potion for clearing wasteland when clearing wasteland for another boss. He never asked Duke for half a gold coin subsidy.
The best teammate in Azeroth!
At this mont, Duke was almost moved to the point of having snot running.
Garona and Duke watched as Lothar charged forward without hesitation, and with two swords he cut off Prince Malchezaar's ?Hellfire?...
Uh, it's ti to fight divh.
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