"If you don’t want to fly to his planet in an instant, just follow me." Duke carefully bounced around.
If it weren’t for a unified elf scan, he would have been a common citizen. It was only after a unified scan that he found out that the ground here was actually mostly an illusion. He had to take a wrong step and maybe he was unlucky to return to earth … er, that mutilated body over there with no idea what race it was was was cut off in an arc shape.
A group of guys followed Duke with a small jump on the left and a big jump on the right for several minutes before leaving the area.
Although it’s a bit ridiculous for a group of big men to jump around in armor and swords, it’s really hard to laugh at this deadly situation. The only good thing is that none of them seem to have come in.
Then Duke’s face changed slightly when he led the way through a phantom.
He saw a faint smell of sulfur floating towards the ramp.
"Why? Think of anything? "
"Sartre! And it’s going to recruit kids, uh, little devil Sartre. "Duke almost blurted out and wanted to reveal the names of Tristan’s evil hooves.
Duke, a powerful geomancer, knows his limits. Although his casting ability has surpassed that of a mage for many days, he is still a geomancer.
He doesn’t know how high it is for the original game. He knows Karazan is not a good place to play.
In a sense, he crossed the level and came to play Karazhan.
It’s really a big death if the player just fucked around before crossing. However, when the player played here, Duke came to the’ drought’ with three heroes and more than 200 elite soldiers, which made Duke feel very disobedient.
If the opponent is not Medivh this time, it’s a typical thigh hug! And it’s Lothar’s perfect golden thigh
"Is there anything to pay attention to?" Lothar asked lightly.
"Well, it’s best not to turn into a protracted war, because this summoning Sartre can easily make an army when he has enough."
"Well, I’ll go first!" It’s not Lothar, it’s Garona!
At that moment, Duke was almost scared of a heart attack because he saw that all the thinking modes in Garona’s brain were straight lines, and the orcs rushed into the secret room of the evil hoof.
"follow!" Not only Duke Lothar was dumbfounded, but he knew that most orcs had a word "brave" engraved on their chests, and he never thought that even Garona was so fierce as a feminine orc.
He almost ran and followed Garona into the room full of dim red light and even the floor was complicated with scarlet magic circle.
Chapter 15 Evil hoof
The expected ping-pong war did not start for the first time.
Garona was holding a strange bone dagger. Obviously, she was hesitant because she saw a standard blond human youth in a big room over 100 square meters. It was very similar to the human aristocrats she saw in the storm fortress, which made her more confused. Although her intuition told her that something was wrong, her reason still controlled her body. She stopped.
Duke sees the moment but prefers Garona to be reckless all the time.
That guy, his world marked by the unified elves is marked with a big red skull, and the racial label is Sartre!
"Kill him!" Duke seems a little late to shout.
Suddenly, the blonde aristocrat’s face showed a mocking look, and he opened his mouth slightly to scream. A crimson smoke came out of his mouth, then his eyes, nostrils and ears. In less than two seconds, the red smoke seemed to have life and turned into some corrosive substance, melting the noble’s facial features like wax into a fuzzy human figure.
In front of more than 20 raiders, he turned into a foul-smelling evil rune circle that wrapped him and refused all foreign attacks.
Duke, they can watch this guy kneel and curl up with his skin red, and then the contents are peeled off from this lifeless and soulless human shell like a poisonous snake.
The red runes that enveloped this guy suddenly exploded in all directions, and Duke just came and released an arcane energy to make a shield, and those strange runes arrived.
This was not a particularly premeditated attack.
The scattered runes seem to be scattered. Unfortunately, there are still several elite soldiers who are dodging. Even if their hands and feet are protected by strong armor, their armor will be burned through and touched by runes for a while, just like being splashed by high-temperature molten steel.
Along with Lothar, there was also a priest. The original Lothar was ready to attack, so it was said that he would be found. After the soldier hastily removed his armor, the middle-aged priest tried to disperse the red rune stained with the soldier’s arm by the power of light, but he was startled to find that his power was incredibly powerful and corrosive, and the rune spread from the wound like a high-speed plague.
Lothar’s eye pupil was miniature, and his sword fell, gouging out a big piece of meat from the victim’s arm.
The rest of the soldiers were treated in a similar way, and everyone’s face changed. This is the most typical evil force.
"Ha ha ha! Small human beings! Why do you have to come here to die! "
The red light faded, and a demon Sartre with a huge goat head appeared. With a burst of arrogant laughter, a typical Sartre appeared in front of everyone.
Unexpectedly, the other party didn’t attack immediately. Instead, Sartre, who has reddish skin, gave Lothar a nondescript aristocratic gift-his left hand helped his right chest and his right hand threw his forehead cap out, bowed slightly and nodded at the same time.
"You must be Andy * Lothar? Tristan * evil hooves salute you. "Tristan speaks standard human lingua franca.
Anduin noticed that this guy actually said it was still a very standard Lordaeron aristocratic accent, and Anduin’s pupil could not help shrinking.
"You wait for me?"
"Wait? No, no, no, this is an accident. It seems that your little mage has a good strength. You … I didn’t feel your arrival before the orc scouts touched my house, but since you are here, please go to hell except Sir Lothar. "
More than one person noticed Tristan’s subtle remarks. Obviously, except for Lothar, everyone’s life was meaningless to Sargeras.
"I hate you." Garona didn’t have the patience to listen to this Sartre wrangling and attacked directly.
For the first time, Anduin and Duke witnessed Garona’s hand.
A series of cold light suddenly generate.
Carona’s quick shot reminds Duke of the word "barrage", which is composed of several hot weapons when shooting. The light and shadow residue of the bullet shows clearly how fast Carona’s quick shot is!
Almost everyone here in Losa feels like a dream, and they all ask themselves whether they can withstand such an attack if they face it.
Even if he had tentatively competed with Garona, Lothar had the same look of indecision.
The orc … Too much.
Garona is not one meter short, and she is much taller than many men. Although she is slender, she is stronger than many human soldiers in muscle strength.
It is such a stout woman who has dynamic visual agility and speed beyond most people, which really surprises everyone.
That’s the way to attack. I cann’t believe I did it with one blow
The floor is full of runes, long sharp weapon marks crisscross, and some of them are as wide as an inch. That’s the mark left by Tristan’s dodge and Garona’s onslaught.
This demon also has superhuman agility.
But Tristan’s evil hoof is not beaten by people!
He suddenly let out a low growl. The room was full of shelves. Suddenly, he felt a little shaky. Many people fell from the shelves. Some evil demons, Huo Ran, who were blue all over and had a little higher knee, rushed out from behind the shelves.
It’s not only the empty space in the room, but also the roof with more than a dozen vertical pupils. It’s generally blood red, but the other side of the door is not a good place for birds and flowers. It should be something full of evil and terror
Countless dwarf demons poured out from the door without saying anything, and directly smashed small fireballs into the human soldiers in the room.
In order to be flexible, the elite soldiers of Lothar did not choose the heavy tower shield, which was mostly the standard Storm Zheng shield. Obviously, this shield was not enough to protect fireballs from all sides.
Fighter Diga, a 2-year-old veteran, joined the army at the age of 16, killed a fisherman, fought a jackal, fought a beast and carried an orc. A soldier in his prime was not rich in experience, but he had a short-term stupidity in the face of unknown mysterious attacks
The fireball hit his face and the rapidly expanding light in his field of vision made him ready to close his eyes and die, but it was at this time that a bright blue light suddenly flashed behind him.
Chapter 16 Demon chains
Diga consciously tilted her head while raising the shield.
I happened to see a strange, illusory white palm made of arcane energy not far from his left shoulder. This dexterity is like a human hand [the mage’s hand], which almost attracted the mind of the Degas to make him forget the danger and ignore everything in the world. There is such an arcane energy left in the whole vision as a hand.