Duke is contradictory.
For those around him who are likely to encounter misfortune, Duke would like to change fate and history completely so that they can escape the curse of death.
However, Duke was extrely conflicted because history had changed so much and he would probably not encounter those legendary historical monts that shocked him.
Just like this mont - the infamous charge of Uther's twelve paladins.
After witnessing Uther's courageous act with his own eyes, Duke had the illusion that he had truly traveled through ti and joined this epic battle.
"No! Not enough space!" Lothar, who was still in the back, suddenly realized the problem. Orgrim was the first to discover Uther's desperate charge, and he actually assembled his guards before Uther's twelve paladins rushed over!
At this mont, there were three chieftain-level guys and nearly three hundred elite two-headed ogre guards crowded together.
With such a strong lineup, there is really no place for them to stand.
If Uther rushed forward like this, he would be looking for death!
No matter how powerful the warhorse under his crotch was, it was impossible to knock away the two-headed ogre weighing nearly a ton.
who?
Soone co cover Uther! ?
As if Anduin heard the scream in his heart, a miracle happened.
On the right wing of the alliance, a new light suddenly appeared.
"Edmund Duke!?" Countless alliance commanders cried out in shock.
No wonder they were shocked, because with the appearance of Baron Geddon, almost all the mages and priests in the alliance began to withdraw. The wide-area Mana Burn with a range of unknown kiloters was definitely a nightmare among nightmares for low-rank spellcasters.
The few mage groups in various countries retreated, including the mage group in Dalaran, and even Antonidas. Even though the news ca that the high-level priest's Dispel could offset this mysterious attack that mortals had never seen before, who among the mages who had always been cautious and self-protective would dare to fight when the battle situation was deteriorating?
Duke dares!
This is due to his clear understanding of Baron Geddon, but more importantly...
courage!
Yes! The weapons are no less powerful than those of the twelve holy knights who launched the death charge.
At this mont, the five first-generation paladins all turned their heads to look towards Duke. Even though they were hundreds of ters apart, they could still clearly sense Duke's will.
Go ahead! I'll make way for you!
"Hahahaha!" Uther laughed rarely.
The five first-generation Paladins laughed.
All twelve paladins laughed.
This is a wild laugh that cos from facing the gates of hell while looking at the god of death.
This is the laughter that cos from suddenly finding a confidant in the midst of despair and terror!
"Who said all mages are cowards?" Saidan Dathrohan laughed as he galloped on his horse.
"Yes! At least we still have Edmund Duke!" Tirion Fordring gently touched his hamr with Turalyon who was not far away from him.
"Hahahaha! As long as I survive, if anyone dares to say this in the future, I will hit him in the face with a hamr!" Gavinrad laughed strangely.
At this mont, even though they were hundreds of ters apart, they could still feel that Duke was standing behind them.
Duke abandoned his horse and stood on the roof of a modified steam tank. The one driving the tank for him was the King of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, the great blacksmith Magni Bronzebeard!
"Ready!" Magni shouted.
"Then go ahead!"
A pair of huge wings of light made up of 1024 wizard's hands suddenly stretched out from behind Duke, and then countless balls of light made of pure magic and in five colors rose from various parts of his body.
The azure ball of light was infused with the power of wind inherited from the Storm Altar.
The blue and white ball of light represents the thunder and lightning coming from the sa place.
The azure ball of light displayed the mage's inherent power of frost elents.
The purple-blue ball of light represents the mysterious arcane brilliance that has been passed down for thousands of years.
The golden flas embody the spirit of Duke and even the entire human race, which is the unbridled struggle against fate and the spirit of never surrendering.
Thousands of five-colored light balls and a Grand Marshal's Battle Staff blood with a brilliance beyond the mortal world on this already collapsed and corrupted battlefield.
As if they felt the call of this light from sowhere, many of the fleeing Alliance soldiers stopped and stared in the direction of Duke like fools.
The brilliance was so dazzling that people didn't even notice that the even larger red dragon queen Alexstrasza had arrived.
Along with the terrible chanical sound of the steam tank, the magician's hands suspended in the air above Duke's left and right began to fire in unison.
It seed as if the brightest teor shower suddenly fell on this world.
The magic energy ball flashing with glittering light broke into the orcs' field of vision, drawing a series of terrifying arcs that made people's hearts palpitate, announcing the arrival of death to every orc.
"Boom!"
The first wave of attack was the most powerful Chain Lightning. More than 300 huge lightning chains, longer than flagpoles, rushed into the orc formation, winding and flashing.
Orcs with magic resistance were directly turned into charcoal, and those with high resistance were at least paralyzed by the electric shock and unable to move.
Imdiately afterwards, continuous flashes of fire broke out from the orcs' left wing to the front line.
"Boom boom boom!"
The violent explosions instantly enveloped the entire front line of the orcs.
Many orc soldiers who had just arrived in Azeroth from Draenor had the opportunity to et Duke, a terrifying wizard who could be described as "a mage group in his own right", for the first ti on the battlefield on the Eastern Kingdoms continent.
Not every orc cos from the Blackrock clan, who are naturally resistant to fire.
Just by touching it, the fire elent wrapped in a thin elental skin will imdiately release all the magical power contained in it once it is subjected to force. The fla will instantly burn everything it touches - hair, skin, flesh, blood, and bones.
The explosion of flas brought not only terrifying burning power, but also extrely terrible impact force. The terrifying explosion shock wave acted on the orc infantry, directly blowing people into pieces and sending broken limbs flying everywhere.
Of course, the first guy to be hit by the fireball would die instantly.
The secondary damage caused by the fireball explosion should not be underestimated.
The broken hamr head shot towards the orc next to him like a cannonball. The heavy left shoulder armor made by the Dark Iron Dwarves on that guy was first deford by the force of the blow, and then every bone in his arm was smashed to pieces by the huge impact.
The terrifying montum that had not yet been completely eliminated sent the hamr head and the unlucky guy it hit flying sideways. The orc's left rib breastplate caved inwards in the process, turning the ribs, left lung, and even the heart that were supposed to be well protected into a pile of shredded at.
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