Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 227: Burning Blade

"You should be able to hear what I say. I'm sorry, I also admire your wisdom, but if you don't die, the orcs will not be able to become the masters of this world." Fast and clear orc language came from behind Duke. Every word reached Duke's ears, reminding Duke who killed him.

"Fire Blade... Clan..." Duke's heart was completely split in half by the sharp blade that was both a sword and a knife. He coughed up blood, and blood spurted out from the gaps between his teeth that were filled with plasma.

"You really know our tribe very well." It was like a sigh, but also like he had made up his mind. The blade turned, and a cold light burst out from Duke's chest, splitting Duke in half.

King Aiden of Alterac was stunned on the spot.

He may be very strategic and thoughtful, but he has never been a courageous and decisive king. This is also despised by all kings. Suddenly seeing the Alliance Star who was about to shake hands with him being killed, King Aiden collapsed. He collapsed on the ground in fear, tears and snot were flowing wildly.

The other three kings present were also dumbfounded. Terenas was so scared that his body was stiff, while Genn and Thoras drew their swords like lightning.

"Puchi——" Dozens of sounds suddenly rang out, as if it was the same note.

The venue was filled with dignitaries from various countries. Although many generals had already left the mountain, dignitaries never lacked guards. Unfortunately, these voices came from the chests or throats of the guards.

More than 10 guards were killed by the orcs who suddenly appeared. Among all the guards, only Windsor and Gavinrad activated Holy Protection to withstand this fatal blow.

Even though there were more than a thousand guards and attendants outside the headquarters, at this moment, in such a large headquarters, there were only six living people left, including the four kings Gawaindesor and Gavinrad.

The kings, with their pupils contracted, finally saw their enemies. They were tall, ferocious-looking, with protruding fangs. They carried large flags with domineering words on their backs and held three-foot burning blades in their hands.

They were all sword masters of the Burning Blade Clan. They crossed the entire battlefield in a way that outsiders could not imagine, came to the Alliance headquarters overlooking the sea, and planned a decapitation tactic.

Careless!

I was really careless!

The impending great victory paralyzed everyone, and the soldiers were eager to join the pursuit and taste the first great victory of the Human Alliance over the Orc Tribe.

No one expected that the other party would be so insidious.

This was worse than the last time Llane was attacked. If more than half of the kings of the Alliance fell here, the country without a king would inevitably fall into chaos, and the Alliance would inevitably collapse, no matter how great a victory Lothar achieved on the front line.

To the Horde, these Blademasters of the Burning Blade Clan were just one step away from becoming heroes.

It's really just a little bit off.

The only thing they didn't expect was that Duke would be resurrected!

The air around them dropped to freezing point in an instant, and a tornado-like blizzard appeared in the blink of an eye. The sword masters had already noticed something was wrong, but the snowflakes before them were so big that they couldn't even see their hands in front of them.

I have to say that the leading swordsman is definitely a top-notch master.

He didn't even hesitate for a moment and directly pulled out Blade Storm.

The Blade Masters of the Fire Blade Clan would definitely know how to deal with this move, but humans were another matter. In such a narrow space, there was no room to dodge, and there were not just one Blade Storm but dozens of them. All the Blade Masters unleashed their ultimate moves at the same time as if they were in sync.

Even though these sword masters were not as powerful as the leading sword master, the sword storm they blasted out should not be underestimated. Looking at the sword light that filled their vision, every king was terrified, even though they knew that a wizard was protecting them.

"Get out!" The loud shout was like thunder from the sky, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The next moment, dozens of huge ice prisms burst out from the ground of the command post, and the kings suddenly felt like they were in a snowy forest.

They immediately came to their senses and had a question in their minds: Where are those damn orc sword masters?

The stone ceiling was pierced by a mass of icicles.

The sword masters... were also knocked away.

"Spin! Aren't you good at spinning? I'll let you spin as much as you want!" On the ground, Duke appeared in the dissipating frozen white mist, pointing at the sky and cursing.

Yes, using one's own high-speed rotation to create countless sharp sword qi in all directions is indeed very awesome. Don't forget that the sword master's blade storm comes from rotation, and rotation requires a fulcrum to stand on. What Duke did was to knock all these fulcrums into the air.

The sword masters were so depressed that they vomited blood.

Didn't we agree to have dinner with the king's head tonight?

What happened to our agreement to use our ultimate skills together to kill everything in sight?

The legendary ultimate move that would surely cause bloodshed once it was used, now all turned into a one-man show for fools.

It's not that they didn't want to stop, but this terrifying move that instantly exploded with all their energy and spirit couldn't be stopped at will. They also wanted to move away from the icicles under their feet and fall down, and then chop Duke. But the icicles under their feet kept getting thicker and longer, and they didn't let them fall.

The result was that in front of thousands of Alliance soldiers, the roof of the Alliance headquarters was blown off, and then a dozen small sword-blade tornadoes spun non-stop in the air more than ten meters high.

I don't know whether this scene is scary or funny.

This situation directly alarmed many soldiers who were chasing on the front line.

"Not good!" Every general's face turned pale.

"Stop! All troops return!" Turalyon shouted nervously.

"Wait!" Lothar stopped Turalyon from being rash: "What can we do if we go back now? Duke should be fine! If he were here... if he were here..."

Almost at the same time, every magician in charge of communication with the general received Duke's notification.

"All the important personnel are safe! The headquarters was attacked! Krasus! Kel'Thuzad is back!"

Duke was very calm and sober. If he called the cavalry back now, it would definitely be too late. But the two wizards were another matter.

A series of flashes of light lit up from the hills on both sides. Without enough time to lock the coordinates of the space teleportation, the two famous wizards of later generations took the fastest and most violent way, using continuous flashes to hurry on their way.

Low- and mid-level mages had to rest and adjust their magic circuits after using Flash, but there were no such restrictions on the Shining Moon Mage. The distance of his flash was 20 yards, but these two guys could flash 200 yards, and they didn't need to rest.

They were simply distraught.

Originally Duke planned to hold on until the two of them came back, but suddenly Duke found an opportunity.