Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 278: Gift

Is Duke's strength already superior to Antonidas'?

Of course not, Antonidas used his spare magic power to summon the water elemental in order to prevent Gul'dan's minions from interrupting his spellcasting. The core was still magic itself. The fireballs and ice arrows flying in the air were the real killer moves.

Duke did the opposite.

He considered himself a summoner.

The magic circuits were running at full capacity, with brilliant arcane light bursting out from each circuit. The magic reaction was so strong that the light even penetrated the muscles and blood vessels in his body, and even many of Duke's magic circuit patterns could be seen on his body surface.

Duke was clearly in a bunker on the defense line, but there was an illusion that light was about to shine through the bunker.

Gavinrad and Ilucia, who were guarding near Duke, were both shocked. Duke's way of casting spells, which almost exhausted all of his magic power, was simply unheard of.

Just as a person cannot use 500 kilograms of strength just because he has 500 kilograms, the power of the magic circuit can rarely be pushed to its limit. The limit that a person feels is not the limit that he can truly endure.

To explore that limit, you need countless times of practice, contemplation, and perception, and improve yourself bit by bit.

Likewise, many mages, when exploring their own limits, accidentally go too far and overload and burn out their original magic circuits.

Duke's promotion has reached its limit, but it feels like walking on a tightrope.

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That kind of perfect control made Ilucia dumbfounded.

It was obvious that it would be overloaded and die at any time, but it was hovering on the edge of the gate of hell like a cliff, and it refused to take a single step into it.

The effect was remarkable, with huge circular magic circles unfolding in the void above the top wall of the bunker above their heads. The magic fluctuations were so strong that Ilucia could sense them even through the thick stone layer.

The magic circle slowly rotated clockwise, and the lines constructed by arcane light energy expanded along the magic circle, rapidly expanding the area of ​​the entire magic circle.

"Gurgle!"

Amid the strange sound, a huge, translucent, illusory waterfall appeared in midair. It was a huge spillway over fifty meters wide, with a huge amount of water pouring down from midair.

It should have made a sound like a landslide or tsunami, but in fact there was no sound at all.

"Ah!" Ilucia cried out.

Has all the water disappeared?

Wrong, the water went into the bodies of some elemental creatures. In a world that mortals could not see with their naked eyes, Ilucia clearly saw that the huge waterfall was divided into 256 parts.

Constructed 256 huge water elements.

Ten seconds later, those water elements crossed the boundary between the illusory elemental world and the material world of Azeroth and appeared before the orcs.

So it looks like water elements appearing from the void.

The wolf riders were so frightened that they didn't even know whether to continue attacking or retreat in a panic from the narrow bridge.

In fact, no matter which choice they make, it is a dead end, and they can only watch death approach step by step.

Through the firing holes in the bunker, Gavinrad saw the water elementals killing people indiscriminately.

The biggest feature of elemental creatures is that their core is elements. If that elemental group is not destroyed, simply destroying its form physically does not have much significance.

If you chop a ball of water with a knife, can you cut the water into two parts and kill the water?

You smashed the arm of the earth element giant with a hammer, but the earth element could not resist its call and mud would rise from the ground to automatically complete its body.

The key to dealing with elemental creatures is to destroy the energy structure of their elemental core.

The wolf riders are in trouble.

I originally wanted to rush up, find Duke, and chop him to death with one knife, but who would have thought that so many water elements that could not be cut by knives would appear?

Especially the elite ones!

The knife cannot cut it, and the wolf's fangs cannot bite it to death.

Faced with the unstoppable water element, the wolf riders could only try their best to avoid it.

But water elements can also shoot ice arrows!

The entire northern position of the bridge fell into a one-sided beating and massacre.

"Let's go." Duke's voice was clearly weak.

Ilucia looked at Duke and said to Gavinrad, "I don't have much mana left. I'll just support the master. You open the way and provide cover."

Duke felt something was wrong, and the unexpected weakness forced him to press half of his body onto Ilucia's soft but firm shoulders.

Gavinrad didn't waste any time, he just pulled out his hammer and strode ahead to clear the way.

His and Ilucia's worries were a bit unnecessary. Under the cover of the water elemental army and Sylvanas, the god of death, it was impossible for any orc to get close.

When seeing a large number of water elements emerging on the battlefield, Zuluhed's dragons also did not dare to approach.

After many twists and turns, it didn't take much time for Duke and his party to pass through the tunnel under the hill and arrive behind the hill.

The view in front of me suddenly became clear.

A full hundred fully armed Stromgarde Highland knights were waiting there.

After Duke had quietly sent away 80% of them, the knight candidates who had agreed to join him had come to Duke and sworn allegiance to him. Duke also followed the ancient ritual and tapped the shoulders of the knights with his staff inherited from Medivh, the incomplete Atiesh.

The authentic knighthood is canonized by pointing a long sword at the left and right shoulders.

First of all, Duke is a wizard, and the rules of the wizard lord are to use a staff instead of a sword.

Secondly, Duke just realized that he didn't even have a suitable staff except for the staff head of Atiesh. Out of respect, he had to tie a sandalwood stick to Atiesh to use as a temporary staff.

What annoyed Duke the most was that, although it was just an Atiesh staff head, the magic bonus it provided surpassed all the common products on the market.

Regardless, the oath ceremony is sacred.

King Thoras even came secretly to witness the ceremony in person, and then rushed back overnight.

When a hundred swords were raised and lowered at the same time, and when the uniform movements were performed in front of me, my heart couldn't help but leap for joy at this soul-stirring power, and I had an urge to cheer immediately.

"Hail to our lord, Grand Duke Edmund Duke." The uniform roar pierced everyone's eardrums, as loud as thunder.

Yes! These outstanding knights are now Duke's strength.

Duke had a smile on his face: "Let's go, we have to give the orcs a big gift."

Big gift?

What kind of gift?

A gift that could cause greater casualties than the thousands of soldiers who volunteered to stay behind?

Although the knights were extremely determined, every one of them was curious and excited about the "great gift" that Duke mentioned.

Cross the Thandol Bridge and enter the Arathi Highlands. Just follow the road that bends west and you will arrive at Stromgarde, the main city of the Kingdom of Stromgarde.

As the ancient capital of the Arathor Empire more than two thousand years ago, and as a thick dirt road that has been trampled by countless people, horses, and various livestock for thousands of years, at this moment, everyone who gazes at the road will find that the road is shaking.

Not only the dirt road, but the entire land was shaking, as if a waiter was serving a glass of beer on a tray to a customer. No, the entire Arathi Highlands seemed to be trembling slightly.

If you could look down from a high altitude, you would see three groups of people running wildly on the road.

The first group was nearly 10,000 Stromgarde infantry and craftsmen. After a night of rapid march, they were less than 20 kilometers away from Stromgarde. Stromgarde's highland cavalry were providing cover not far from them, and mounted scouts were constantly exploring the rear.

An equally small number of griffin cavalry also joined the reconnaissance team.

The group in the middle was not large in number, with only a pitifully small number of a hundred riders and a carriage.

The last group was a sea of ​​green orcs. At least 30,000 orcs were running wildly less than half a kilometer away from the middle group, trying to catch up with the middle group and tear them into pieces.

It's not that the group in the middle is faster, but every time a wolf cavalryman approaches within 300 meters behind the group in the middle, a long arrow will pierce the morning light - the shining arrow head, shaped like a black shuttle, all the light slides from both sides of it, with a sharp whistle, no matter whether the comer dodges or blocks, it will definitely hit his vital point and kill him.

On the back seat of the carriage, there was a man holding a bow, with flying golden hair and a green ranger cloak that was like a flag. That flag represented a name that was well known in the Horde—Sylvanas!

In front of the entire team, a knight with holy golden light shining all over his body was holding up a flag. The pattern on the flag was very simple, a blue storm like a tornado.

This flag is not unfamiliar to the orcs.

This represents another mortal enemy of the orcs, the human mage hero Edmund Duke.

Obviously, the Alliance had many other flags, but the simple-minded orcs only remembered a few of them. Duke's blue storm flag was the most impressive one.

They were chasing Duke so madly that they didn't even realize that they had already left the continent and headed towards the northern part of Arathi Highlands.

The orcs were stupid, but the knights who had just joined Duke were not stupid.

Why did Duke do this? Wasn't it to lure away the orcs and prevent them from catching up with the last retreating soldiers of Stromgarde?

Even though they had sworn allegiance, their origins would not change, and their memories were still filled with deep feelings for Arathi Highlands. In an excited trance, the blue storm flag in their eyes changed. It seemed to have become the battle flag of Emperor Thoradin that shone on the battlefield 2,800 years ago.

Duke's slender figure seemed to overlap with the legendary Emperor Thoradin.

Equally noble and great.

It is the same selflessness that transcends clans and national boundaries.

For the reproduction and future of the human race, they stood at the forefront of the fight against foreign races without regrets.

The knights' eyes were quietly moistened.

Soon, their moist eyes widened with fear.

The sun was at its zenith, and the vast mountains to the north of Arathi Highlands were covered by the sun's rays, breaking through the haze of the morning mist, and all the scenery on the highlands was stained with golden light. But in the increasingly ominous scenery in the distance, a huge human figure could be vaguely seen.

"My Lord! We can't go any further. That's one of the only few forbidden areas in Arathi Highlands. There is..." A knight reminded Duke.

Duke smiled mysteriously: "Are you talking about Fuzruk? That's what I'm looking for!"

The knight was completely dumbfounded.

What? My Lord is looking for trouble with Fuzruk?

The sunlight was like a violent axe, which split the clouds in the sky with one axe and poured down completely on the earth.

On the Arathi Highlands, green grass is everywhere, and flowers blooming in spring dot the entire highland grassland.

But above the grass, a dazzling bright green covered the natural green of the grass.

Tens of thousands of orcs wearing newly made armor marched in unison, and countless crude battle flags came into the sight of Duke and his knights.

As weird as ever.

Each of them was painted with symbols that only orcs could understand, from partridges to lions, axes, hammers, broken or intact hammers, all in a mess but without any repetition.

The only flag Duke recognized was a war flag with a black tusk on it.

Black Tooth Clan - After their father Blackhand, the Warchief, was killed by Anduin Lothar, Rend and his brother Maim insisted that it was Orgrim who killed their father, and they vowed to take back the power and status that originally belonged to their father from Orgrim. Their idea was publicly supported by many orcs. In order to avoid civil war and show that he had a clear conscience, Orgrim acquiesced to all this, and the Black Tooth Clan was born.

The Blackrock Clan was worthy of being the first clan of the orcs. They had so many warriors and were so powerful. Even after the split, they were still extremely powerful.

Orgrim took the most elite Blackrock clan warriors to the Hinterlands, and the rest joined Rend's Blackfang clan.

The chief commander of the southern tribe, Red Blackhand, rode a huge black war wolf and stood out from the crowd. He was quite confident in his reaction and force, and with twelve guards, he approached Duke and his knights who were lined up in a row at high speed.

Until a hundred meters away, Rend Blackhand suddenly stopped.

"Edmund Duke! Today is the day you die! I will not cut off your head as a trophy, considering that you, a coward, are finally willing to face your death. The head of a conspirator is not worthy of my military honor."

Duke bared his teeth and thought to himself: Damn, I really was underestimated!

Duke laughed loudly: "Hahaha! You want my head? You better beat my servant Fuzruk first."

Suddenly, not only Rend, but also the orcs far behind him felt the ground tremble. It was a huge footsteps produced by a single creature.

The creature that could have such heavy, thunderous footsteps must be of an unimaginable size.

Sure enough, in the orcs' vision, an extremely huge stone giant appeared with solemn steps.

This giant was thirty meters tall, his entire body made of metallic ores and a large amount of stone. His clenched fist was as big as Rend's chief's tent.

He is the taboo of Arathi Highlands - the stone giant Fuzruk!