Stormwind God

But the leader of the sword saint had not died, he fell to the ground, and blood poured out from all wounds on his body, and soon added a fresh red to the already red floor.

Holding his head up and opening the only eye left, he opened the mouth of three fangs.

"Human Mage, you killed Dahl *, the triple bloodblade of the Fireblade clan chief, can I know your name?" Daer coughed the blood, speaking in a low voice in orc language.

"Duke Marcus, deputy commander of the Lordaeron Alliance." Duke replied in the human language.

"It was you ..." The great Chief of the Fireblade clan slowly closed his eyes.

Duke was silent.

A few seconds later, the Kings returning to God, Windsor and Gavenlad, gave Qiqi a complex roar.

"Oh oh oh ah ah ah—"

Is this a blessing for the rest of the life after the disaster?

Is this a roar of praise to the hero?

Or do you have both?

Nobody knows!

Anyway, when the guard on the mountainside was killed tensely with a sword, and when two Kirin Tor members arrived desperately, what he saw was such a **** and unexpected picture:

In the sky, the wreckage of the Orc Swordmaster, which had been cut into pieces, fell down.

On the ground, the bodies of the king's guards and attendants lay down. Amazingly, no real important figure died in this assassination.

The kings, perhaps like Aiden, were unconscious and trembled in the blood.

Perhaps trembling like Terenas, he found a chair and sat down.

Or the kind of Jean and Solas, holding their swords, panting heavily.

The guards were in a mess and were at a loss.

"Calm! Assassins have been completely killed by me! Leader is the Horde Fireblade Chief Chief Dahl * Triple Bloodblade. It's okay now! Don't mess up! All the guards, protect their king with a guard formation. I am not sure if there Assassin remains. "

After a pause, Duke sat down a little in surprise: "Clasus, I'll leave it to you. Notify Lothar, the army will give him the command. Kel'Thuzad, please go back and sit down with the mage."

Arranged everything, Windsor hurried up to help the weak Duke: "Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a bit of relief, those sword masters can't handle it."

"Are there any injuries?" Gavenlad had a fever on his face, and he could do almost nothing just now. In the state of [sacred protection], he cannot use weapons. He may be able to heal the kings with the Holy Light. The problem is that if the Kings are killed in seconds, he has no light.

"No! I just have a little disorder in the magic circuit, just take a break."

Duke's face was weak, but in his heart he was so ecstatic that he wanted to jump up and yell three times:

"My dear, I sent it!"

"My dear, I sent it!"

"My dear, I sent it!"

No why, just the paragraphs in the system prompt:

"Congratulations, host, you have extracted the mysterious power from the souls of several sword sages of the Fireblade clan. You have obtained the mystery of [Mirror Image]. You can now use the advanced version of Mirror Image-[Real Mirror] . "

"Your temporary special abilities [Plunder] and [Lucky] worked. You extracted the true meaning of [Sword Blade Storm] from the soul of Dahl * Triple Bloodblade. Your [Ice Shield] and [Quick Avalanche] Combining new combinations [Sword Blade Ice Storm]. "

"[Sword Blade Ice Storm]: This is the magic version of the Blade Storm. You can condense the cold breath into countless sharp and horrifying blades, slow down and cut all enemies within the storm's coverage into pieces, and The power will increase with the strengthening of your ice circuit. However, this is a very extreme magic. As a cost, your fully opened ice circuit will be overloaded for a short time, and you will not be able to use any of it for the next three days. Frost magic. "

what is this! ?

This is clearly a big killer!

Whoo! Hate that I don't have a high-level ice circuit, otherwise the power of this trick can be many, many times greater.

Thinking of this, Duke was a little bit resentful.

The Sun King's Arcane Fire Circuit does blow up the sky. The problem is that there is no ice system. Duke went through Medivh's old nest for a long time, and didn't find an advanced mode for practicing the ice circuit.

Unable to help, Duke thought of Frost Grandpa Anthony Das. The same is true of all three series. Antonidas prefers water and ice magic. Just look at his frenzied summoning of water elements to see how pillboxing his ice circuit is.

But ... it seems difficult to get it!

Duke's mind was a little messy. When he returned to God, the entire South China Sea town, no, it should be said that the entire Hillsbrad Foothills was boiling.

"We have won!"

"Long live Anduin Lothar!"

"Long live Duke Marcus--"

The huge sound waves formed waves after waves that hit everyone's eardrums wantonly. From the northernmost refugee camp, to the staging area of ​​the reserve forces, to the vicinity of the headquarters, to the two hills that have just experienced the **** battle, to hunt down to the beach, and even to the battleship on the sea, everyone Both raised their fists or weapons in their hands.

The spear is like a forest, the sword is like the sea, and tens of thousands of wills converge into one sentence.

Long live the league!

Whose tears are flying?

Whose distress is venting?

The orcs, who thought they were invincible, were finally beaten into the **** of the loser, and lay dead for thousands of miles under the concerted efforts of the seven human kingdoms.

Those ugly faces were stiff because they lost their lives.

Those huge scary bodies covered the ground of the entire South China Sea town, covered the entire beach, and covered half the sea!

The invincible horror myth of the orcs, today, here, is here to die!

"Long live!" The cheers of millions of soldiers and civilians, the tsunami mountains, curled up into the sky!

"Long live!" The huge shout seemed to make the entire human world go back to the past, and once again reproduce the undivided human empire under the banner of King Soradin!

Four human kings came over, this time, not handshake, but hugs. If there were no Duke, they would have been the dead souls of the Fireblade clan, and used their noble lives to mold the new myth of the Fireblade clan.

It's a pity that it is the absence of that if there is a continuation of the alliance.

The old Terenas lined Duke's back vigorously and whispered, "I owe you a favor. If the Storm Kingdom can't regain our country, come to me and I can lend you a hundred thousand troops. Where do you lay? This is your fiefdom. "

"Thank you, Your Excellency Menethil, if there is one day, I will ask you for this kind of favor." (To be continued.)