It was another tornado-like attack, but compared to Grom's Whirlwind, Blade Storm was a real tornado, a real killer move!
A terrifying tornado made of blood, rain and wind rolled up on the top of the mountain.
Under the high-speed rotation, whether it was Tirion, Lion, or Tom, they all lost their perception of the mysterious swordsman who attacked them. They could only barely see a green figure spinning at high speed in the wind.
Llane retreated with his sword in hand, and the royal guards next to him rushed forward risking their lives, resulting in the guards being strangled into at paste in an instant.
Seeing the familiar faces he had known for many years beco the souls killed by the other party's sword, Llane almost wanted to rush into the storm of sword energy regardless of anything and fight with the other party.
Tom Seamus pushed back hard, trying to use his sturdy shoulder armor to push Llane away from the killing range of Blade Storm. However, the opponent chased him closely, determined to kill Llane.
This was no longer just so kind of swordplay. His body was spinning at high speed, creating countless sword energies that looked like real swords, slashing across at anything that attempted to stand in his way.
The human bodies wearing standard iron armor, the large shields made of thickened iron sheets and wooden boards, even the trenches dug around the mountain, and the stone bunkers, everything looked so solid.
However, all these seemingly indestructible things beca victims of the terrifying at grinder of Blade Storm.
The human body was cut into pieces horizontally, and I don't know how to put it back together if I pick it up.
The great shield was cut into pieces.
The trench was opened up in an instant.
The roof of the stone bunker was directly blown off.
The attack of this violent swordsman is completely beyond human imagination.
At this mont, Llane suddenly calmly accepted the reality. He was very grateful to Tirion Fording who ca at the last minute. He also knew that this was sent by Duke at a critical mont. But this kind of power is not sothing that mortals can resist, right?
Listening to the high-speed approaching cutting sound, Llane closed his eyes helplessly with a bitter smile.
One second.
Two seconds.
Five seconds...
The cutting that represented death never ca, but instead a loud tal collision sound was heard not far in front of him.
Tirion's tall and burly figure stood between him and Seamus like a nail, and all the blade storms hit him.
Hit by countless swords? Cut into pieces?
None of these situations happened. Instead, Llane saw an oval cover emitting a sacred golden light appear on Tirion's body. It was this cover that withstood the seemingly unmatched blade storm.
This is really... God! ?
Duke was also a little confused when looking at the report sent by the System AI.
"Congratulations, because you urgently dispatched Tirion Fordring to the eastern battlefield and saved King Llane at the critical mont with Sacrifice Blessing and Divine Protection. King Llane's attitude towards you has risen to Life and Death Trust."
Duke knew what it ant to trust soone with life and death, but he was more interested in Tirion's two skills.
Sacrifice Blessing: Use the power of holy light to protect a friendly unit, so that any damage it receives will be borne partially by the blessing user.
Holy Protection: Stimulate the holy light in your body and use the power of holy light to make yourself immune to all attacks for a few seconds.
The holy light in this world seems to be more powerful than I imagined!
Over there, seeing that he couldn't kill Llane even with his ultimate move, the mysterious swordsman reluctantly retreated. His figure disappeared into thin air. After using his ultimate move, he would probably be in a weak period for a long ti. That kind of terrifying move that concentrated all the strength of several days in an instant would not be without cost.
I won't have to think about that guy for a long ti.
At this ti, in the image of the Mage's Eye, Tirion, who was sent by Duke, was seen rescuing King Llane. A warm applause broke out in the headquarters.
"Amazing! Deputy Commander-in-Chief."
"Oh my god, how did you co up with that?"
Duke was flattered because this was praise from the five kings of the alliance. Although he saved his own boss, saving Llane also helped these kings. With a powerful enemy at the door, no one wanted the alliance to fall apart.
"Okay, now we just have to..." Before Duke could finish his sentence, he saw a hunchbacked figure appear in the field of vision of the Mage's Eye.
The next mont, the Mage's Eye was destroyed.
However, Duke saw that two areas of "fire rain" as large as four football fields fell on the two hilltops closest to the port.
A fire rain area as large as eight football fields. Could this be done by an ordinary warlock?
Duke and Antonidas looked out the window at the sa ti, seeing the hills in the distance were all on fire, with firen struggling and waving their bodies in pain... Those tiny firen in their field of vision were all the elite of the Alliance!
On the hill, the volu of the screams suddenly doubled, and then quickly subsided.
And on the beach, the orcs naturally cheered.
With the help of the System AI, a figure that was originally just a small black dot rapidly expanded in Duke's vision. It was a hunchbacked orc holding an evil skull-shaped staff. He had an old face, staggered movents, and several huge bone spurs on his back.
It seems like this guy doesn't need anyone to touch him, and he might die on the road in the next second.
But no one could underestimate Duke, but he would never underestimate this mysterious orc who used the Water Float to stand on the waves, his body swaying up and down with the waves.
He is the terrifying existence standing at the end of the evil road in the mortal world.
Duke's facial muscles kept twitching and his face turned pale. He finally squeezed out three words.
"Gul'dan!"
Duke was extrely sure that the historical Gul'dan did not participate in the Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills. I wonder if Duke's butterfly changed the course of fate so much that it actually attracted Gul'dan.
The only thing to be thankful for now is that Gul'dan is no longer the demigod-level Gul'dan. After being tricked by divh, Gul'dan's strength has dropped by at least half.
Unfortunately, even if Gul'dan's strength was reduced by half, he was still no match for Duke, the Archmage.
Duke walked over to Antonidas and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, Chancellor Antonidas. The other party is Gul'dan, the forr demigod sorcerer and the strongest orc in the mysterious realm. Apart from you, the Sun King of Quel'Thalas is the only one who can rival him."
Facing the expectant gazes from all directions, Antonidas leaned on his staff, touched his long white beard, with the pride of a strong man on his face.
"Hahaha! Dalaran will not refuse responsibility! The sa goes for the Speaker of Dalaran!"
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