Chapter 116 Nanny Assist

The scene in front of him was extremely weird.

Lothar was almost so angry by Duke that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he didn't know what expression to use to face Duke.

At first glance, Duke looks so tall.

A head of short black hair stood on end due to the fluctuation of arcane energy. Duke, who was wearing the classic robes of the Royal Mage Corps of Stormwind, was standing in the center of the entire battlefield holding two balls of blue-purple arcane energy in his hands.

Countless mage hands made of white radiance floated in the air, and the barrage of purple-blue arcane missiles that were constantly shooting out reflected the relaxed expression on Duke's face.

Obviously not tall, maybe it's because of his young age. Duke's height is even shorter than everyone on the scene, so everyone thinks he is taller and more powerful than anyone else. A pair of black eyes are like obsidian inlaid in the eye sockets, deep and wise.

Countless arcane rays of light flickered in his or his mage's hands, and then went to the most suitable place.

Or to meet Gul'dan's fireball, or to save a human elite soldier who was almost killed by the opponent's orc guards. Lothar has seen more than one time that his people were in a near-death crisis, but they were all saved by the lightning bolt released by Duke with 'multiple casting'.

A flash of [blinding], or a direct attack, Duke's every save seems so light, but just right.

Guys who don't know will think that Duke is so powerful that he not only easily beats his opponents, but also has a very loose margin to cover his teammates.

In fact, it wasn't his meow at all.

Duke is the underdog, okay?

Lothar finally couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Duke, do you need help?"

In fact, no one has time to help Duke. The problem is that Lothar is worried!

"Calm down. I can't win here, but don't expect me to lose. If I delay, I can delay it for a day and a night." After all, Duke still has time to help with an instant [Pyroblast] Lothar confused the chief's black hands.

"Good job!" Taking advantage of the gap created by Duke, Lothar gave Black Hand a hard blow. The sharp sword tip, sharper than a nail, easily pierced into the gap in the armor under Black Hand's left rib. With a wound at least five centimeters deep, Lothar must have pierced the edge of Black Hand's lung.

"Roar—" Black Hand let out an angry roar, he turned his head, and glared at Duke fiercely with his bloodshot eyeballs.

Blackhand gave up on Lothar and rushed straight to Duke!

"Hiss!" Lothar gasped, he absolutely knew what would happen to Duke's small body if he was hit by the black hand's hammer of destruction. He also had to follow behind and chase wildly.

The mirror image of the Great Chief Blackhand, even if it is not the true deity, that terrifying figure like a hill, no matter how brave a warrior is, it is easy to faint when he sees it. Lothar couldn't imagine what it would be like for Duke, who should have little actual combat experience, to encounter a black hand.

Duke was killed and the whole situation collapsed?

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Duke was already the most important member of this assault force. In a sense, the existence of Duke is as important as the commander Lothar.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sounds, and the two Stormwind soldiers who were trying to stop the black hand were easily sent flying. The huge iron hammer is just a very ordinary pendulum. The irresistible force is not something ordinary humans can resist.

There was no barrier between Duke and Blackhand, and at this moment, Gul'dan's mirror image also launched a fierce attack.

Violent flames enveloped Duke's whole body, and looking from Lothar's side, only Duke's vague figure could be seen. Not only the flames, Lothar also felt the coming of the curse.

[Curse of Pain] plus [Ignite], and some unknown spells, several warlock spells that would cause continuous damage poured on Duke.

Not to mention that Duke still has to face the black hand, just Gul'dan's moves are not something Duke can handle.

not good!

Worse!

At such a moment, Lothar felt his heart was pierced, and he almost wanted to throw a sword to save someone.

However, the gap between mediocrity and genius appeared at this moment that should have been too late.

Duke's original magic power, he restrained instantly, and was restrained by him in the palm of his hand in less than a tenth of a second. Lothar doesn't know how powerful arcane energy control this requires. He only knows that this level of magic skills has only been seen on Medivh, and even the morning star mage can't match it.

If the previous retraction can be regarded as an illusion, then the highly condensed arcane energy at this moment re-enlarged instantly between his palms, turning into a clear giant palm with five fingers, which knocked down the great chief's black hand immediately. Fly... This hand alone is enough to make Lothar applaud.

This is not the end.

Orcs' fighting instincts are terribly high.

Regardless of the fact that Black Hand's weight is likely to exceed 500 catties, his body has never been considered clumsy. Lothar had clearly seen that Black Hand's body began to adjust in mid-air, even if he made up a sword, he might not be able to find the gap.

At this moment, Duke [flashed].

His whole body suddenly turned into a flash of light and disappeared in place. When his figure reappeared, he was already beside Black Hand.

With five fingers on his right hand, a cone-shaped icy sea wind burst out from Duke's palm and covered Heishou's body. This trick does not lie in how much attack power Duke's magic has, but in the deceleration effect that ice magic often has.

A smear of frost visible to the naked eye covered Hei Hand's body, from Hei Hand's feet to Hei Hand's waist. This made Black Hand Volley's efforts to adjust his posture come to naught.

The most important thing is that Lothar suddenly discovered that because Black Hand couldn't adjust his body, now his whole back was facing him obliquely. Through the gap between the armor and the helmet on the back of the black hand, Lothar had a wonderful chance to kill.

You know, the black-handed chieftain in the chess space is amazing with his strength. This shameless man is actually wearing two sets of armor. The outside is a steel plate armor with a thickness of three centimeters, and the inside is an unknown leather armor. This makes it difficult for Lothar to find a chance to kill with one hit.

It's different now. Because of this rare position, Lothar's long sword was able to penetrate smoothly.

"嗤——" The king's sword pierced from front to back, through the muscle between the stamina and the shoulder blade, and pierced Heishou's heart.

For a moment, Lothar worried whether this strange chess space would renege on his debt, such as counting orcs as undead creatures or something.

Obviously, Lothar's worries are unnecessary.

Suddenly, hundreds of thunderbolts struck down in the blank sky.

The bang of "Boom" almost made every fighter who was fighting lose their minds. Luckily, chess levels obey the rules. After those thunderbolts fell, all the enemies, even the murlocs, naga, and gnolls summoned by Duke, disappeared without a trace.

"Victorious?" Lothar felt a little unbelieving.