Walking from Grom to Alexandros, Duke tapped his golden breastplate with his small fist, making a crisp and pleasant sound.
Duke just walked away.
Mograine smiled. This was the Duke he knew.
As an old comrade of mine for more than ten years, even a word of encouragent would be unnecessary.
The action just now has expressed everything - no need to say anything, just follow with your weapon in hand.
Mograine’s old body, which was nearly sixty years old, seed to be suddenly injected with the strongest vitality. He stood up suddenly, and his movents were so agile that no one could imagine that this was an old man who was exhausted just a few seconds ago.
Old soldiers never die.
He showed through his actions that he was not yet a veteran.
I, Alexandros Mograine, can fight for another ten years!
Thrall stood up and hit his chest with one fist, making a loud "bang" sound.
Kael’thas stood up, his face, freed from the shackles of fate, full of hope for the future.
Cairne Bloodhoof stood up. He wanted to show the world the bravery of the Tauren tribe through his actions.
Brian took a long puff of his cigar, then threw the half-smoked cigar on the ground, stomped on it a few tis, and with a "click!" he picked up his newly acquired rifle.
At this mont, a whistle ca from behind Duke.
Unexpectedly, it was Tyrande Whisperwind who arrived riding a tiger with her sentinels.
She was surprised by the scene in front of her. She had heard that the Alliance and the Horde were in a desperate situation in their fight against the Burning Legion, so she hurriedly led her people down the mountain to try to maintain the situation. Because Malfurion would need at least half a day.
Who knew that when I ca down, I would see such a scene.
Gazing at the faces of the strong n, each of them was filled with confidence again, with a faint smile on the corners of their mouths, which was simply not sothing a group of defeated generals could have.
Tyrande also smiled: "Did I miss sothing?"
Duke’s charming mouth also showed a smile: "No! You ca just in ti. The show is about to begin."
If the responsibility of saving the world were placed on the shoulders of an ordinary person, he would either be driven crazy or beco a superman with a particularly big heart.
Duke never thought of himself as a superman in his bones.
"I’m just a team leader who is best at leading team dungeons. As long as I lead a team, even if it’s a matter of risking my life, I will be invincible."
Listen to and we will definitely win!
Duke didn’t say it, but the victorious expression on his face was so clear that it infected every strong man in the alliance or tribe, making every strong man involuntarily choose to believe in him, Duke.
Not far away, a huge blood-red cocoon that looked like a small hill began to tremble.
That indicates that the two demon lords are about to revive.
A mont ago, every hero’s heart was filled with worry and fear. They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of being tortured to death for no apparent reason.
A mont later, the atmosphere on the court changed completely as Duke appeared.
Now every strong man pricked up his ears and listened to Duke’s orders.
Duke snapped his fingers, and a giant blue arrow phantom as tall as three people pointed to the open space a hundred ters away on the left. Then, surrounding the arrow was an illusory halo with a blue border. He spoke in Orcish: "Chief Bloodhoof, please pull Kazzak over here later. Try not to let him leave this area."
"Understood." Cairne answered in a rough voice as he slamd the huge totem pole to the ground.
Duke snapped his fingers again and pointed to the right: "Alexandros, bring Kazzak over here."
"Okay!" The Ashbringer in Mograine’s hand suddenly began to emit golden light.
As Duke issued orders one by one, every strong man understood his responsibilities.
These heroes that were familiar to players before the ti travel are no longer the great beings that are high above and can only be worshipped. Now they are just mbers of Duke’s team.
bring it on!
Believing in Duke does not necessarily an eternal life.
But pushing the boss to get rich, that’s needless to say, it can only be described in one sentence -
Bro, steady!
The huge blood-red cocoon finally peeled off from the two demon lords and flew away. The heads with huge horns just saw the light of day again. They originally had a playful expression on their faces, wanting to see how painful and desperate the final struggle of these mortals would be.
The result is a group of heroes with completely different ntal outlooks.
Before Kazzak could figure out what was happening, Cairne had already let out a roar that shook the heavens. Cairne, with his huge body that was incomparably huge for a mortal, charged directly. After his huge body weighing nearly two tons entered the charging state, even the demon lord had difficulty withstanding.
Kazzak took a half step back with his right leg, turned into a bow stance, barely withstood Cairne’s charge, and used his arms to hold the totem pole that suddenly fell down. I thought the old bull’s attack would stop here, but Cairne, who could not cause any further substantial damage to Kazzak, rushed forward and pressed his horns against Kazzak’s demon horns.
Then he spat at Kaszak with a "Pah!", and before Kaszak’s counterattack ca, he rolled out with an ugly but practical roll and avoided Kaszak’s counterattack.
Cairne pounded his broad chest hard and roared again.
This posture does not need any translation.
He was clearly saying—
Co on!
Co here!
Devil bastard!
Let us hurt each other!
Cairne’s vivid body language taunting and performance that transcended racial and linguistic boundaries opened the eyes of the strong n from the three factions.
Mograine, on the other hand, is simpler and seems much more serious.
The power of Ashbringer was condensed into a line by him, which easily crossed a distance of nearly 100 ters and slashed at Kazzak!
He is seducing this great demon.
After playing so many gas, everyone knows that the most sinister thing about Kazzak is his Mark of Kazzak. This unremovable evil curse can periodically absorb mana from all heroes within the attack range forcibly for 5 seconds.
If soone’s mana is not enough to be absorbed, the magic circuit of that unlucky guy will be directly detonated.
Because of the intelligence we received, no one has actually been detonated so far.
But this thing is disgusting!
At the very least, the paladins and mages in the main force of the coalition rely on mana for their livelihood.
That’s why everyone is so tired.
That is a double overdraft of spirit and body.
One hundred ters is the maximum range of this evil mark.
If Kazzak ignores Mograine, Mograine doesn’t mind being a ranged attacker and hacking him to death. If Kazzak goes after Mograine, that’s just what he wants.
Sure enough, the big demon fell for it.
The mont the two big demons were successfully separated, Duke breathed a sigh of relief.
The most disgusting thing these two guys have in common is that they both have the Mark that absorbs magic power.
It is true that most of the heroes on the coalition side have a lot of mana, but no matter how much mana they have, they cannot withstand the double burning mana of two different great demon marks.
The mark of Kazrogha is okay, it burns a fixed amount of mana.
The mark of Kazzak is really weird. It actually burns mana by percentage.
The marks of the two demons were piled together, and no one died after four rounds of fighting. It must be said that this was actually a miracle. Of course, if they had not felt a sense of crisis because their mana was burned too much, they would not have fought indiscriminately and killed one first and counted the consequences later.
It was entirely conceivable that if Duke didn’t co out, they would fall into a desperate cycle of endless resurrection of the opposing demons. As long as the first hero died, it would be the beginning of collapse.
Now, it’s completely different.
The changes brought about by the difference in detail processing were imdiately felt by all the strong n when the first mark descended thirty seconds after the fight began. All the strong n with magic circuits imdiately found that their burden was reduced by more than half.
"Huh?" Everyone looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other’s eyes.
In the previous battles, because the mark fell on all the strong n at the sa ti, no one felt any difference. Now it is completely different.
The distribution of combat power is also very interesting. It seems that the number of people on both sides is the sa, and the offensive looks similar, but in fact, heroes basically have no skills to attack against Kazak.
On Kazzak’s side, except for the crazy Old Bull and Grom, two guys without magic circuits, who were firing at full speed and slashing non-stop, the rest of the people were... just paddling around.
The real focus is on Duke.
Whether it was Duke, Jaina, Rhonin, Caponia or Solarian, they all opened fire with all their might.
Compared to Kael’thas who is only good at fire magic, other mages are mainly based on arcane magic and have more mana.
The storm of magic bombarded Kazzak, causing the huge demon to scream and groan.
Rhonin fired an Arcane Bomb which hit his shoulder, shattering the entire shoulder armor.
Without giving him any ti to catch his breath, Jaina fired an Frost Arrow with all her strength, completely freezing his goat-legged calves.
Less than a tenth of a second later, Duke’s 15-layer Arcane Shock blasted Kazzak backwards. However, because his left foot was frozen, his huge body fell down in a very funny way, with his left leg pressed down.
"Hmph!" Sylvanas exhaled, jumped into the air, and with a Triple Shot, shot three Exorcism Arrows over one ter long into Kazzak’s huge bat wings.
Vol’jin, who had been watching for an opportunity for a long ti, rushed forward on the spot, and the enchanted spear with the characteristics of the Darkspear Troll directly pierced the demon lord’s palm and nailed it to the ground.
Originally, Mograine wanted to add another sword attack.
At this mont Duke suddenly shouted: "Switch the fire!"
The heroes who subconsciously wanted to make the last hit suddenly realized their mistake, and pulled back, turning their firepower to focus on Kazak.
Kazzak struggled to get up, but was held back by Mograine again.
This was repeated several tis.
Everyone didn’t notice it at first, but slowly they realized what Duke was doing. This was to evenly distribute the damage to the two demon lords.
Kazak and Kazzak certainly knew what would happen next, but because they were too far apart from each other, they were dragged down by each other and unable to move away, and were completely unable to resist sliding into the abyss of destruction.
In Duke’s retina, Duke, who had loaded the leader template, continued to fine-tune the data with his will.
After all, the start of a fight in reality is different from that in gas. In gas, there is a clear reality of the amount of health. But in a real battle, you can only make a relatively objective and vague judgnt of the opponent’s remaining vitality based on a series of data such as the degree of damage to the opponent’s armor, the integrity of the body, and the concentration of the dark power leaked out.
At this ti, Duke was simply acting as at least ten Wizards by himself, constantly directing the overall situation and adjusting the distribution of combat power.
This is not an easy thing to do.
In the ga, Duke can use his status as the team leader to teach disobedient mbers a lesson.
In reality, Duke was unable to stop the suicidal little prince from going crazy.
For example, Grom Hellscream has high attack and hits hard.
The problem is, this guy is too powerful, and he ends up having to use his small body as a fury warrior to carry the monster!
Grom was so fierce that Cairne couldn’t stop him. Kazzak ignored the huge and annoying Tauren Chieftain and just chased after Grom.
If it weren’t for the fact that Old Bull deserved a beating in Kazzak’s eyes, and Turalyon gave Grom a Blessing of Protection from ti to ti, making it impossible for Kazzak to chop Grom with the huge Blade of the Dragon King, and Grom unable to use Gorehowl to hit Kazzak’s face, I really don’t know how Grom would have died.
Well, this guy is the kind of person who would run out of the coffin even if he is not completely dead.
When Grom found out that it was Turalyon who stopped him and Kazzak from hurting each other, he had the nerve to glare at Turalyon fiercely.
Well, okay, let correct my description. Grom is the type of guy that even a coffin can’t hold back.
Finally, the ti has co.
"Pull them together!" Duke ordered.
The two powerful n pulling the Demon Lord attacked at the sa ti.
Cairne suddenly rushed forward, used the totem pole to open Kazak’s claws, then rushed over and hugged Kazak’s waist.
Although he was only half the height of Kazak, he did sothing amazing that no one could have imagined. Cairne first bumped into Kazak, then turned around very flexibly and got behind Kazak in less than a second. He grabbed the root of Kazak’s right wing with one hand and grabbed Kazak’s belt with the other.
"Drink—"
This is...lift up high! ?
On the other side, Mograine used the Ashbringer as a hamr and hit Kazzak on the chest.
At the sa ti, two demon lords, each weighing more than ten tons, flew up, and with the montum of Mars hitting the Earth, they each crossed a distance of one hundred ters and collided with each other with a loud bang.
The two big demons scread at the sa ti. They just raised their claws to try to break free from the embarrassing situation of the collision, but at this mont, a figure in a blue and white robe appeared on their shoulders.
In one hand he held a staff, in the other a sword.
Duke smiled faintly: "Yo, if I strike you with my sword, you might die!"
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