Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 366: Blademasteren’t

Even though each magic tower had a team of elf guards and two or three rangers to protect the mages inside, there were still more than 10 magic towers with mage teams that came under attack. In two or three magic towers, all the mages inside were killed in battle.

However, when the invisibility effect was lost and the Wind Step skill could not be used continuously, the rangers engaged in a fierce battle with the Blademaster.

Samuro's goal is to kill Duke. Only by killing this human who has repeatedly obstructed the Horde's victory can this battle and even the entire situation of the war between the Alliance and the Horde be completely reversed.

Can the general trend of history not be changed by human will?

fart!

The power of great men cannot be replicated.

The judgment and decisions made by a great leader are definitely the most important factors in leading the entire organization to success or decline!

Maybe assassination is despicable.

But "our world" is being destroyed. For the orcs' survival and to win this racial war, Samuro feels that he has a responsibility.

He knew that this was a very risky move, but his warrior blood was stimulating him, and the high-speed secretion of adrenaline in his body made him fall into a very excited state. His heartbeat accelerated, and the blood in every blood vessel in his body was flowing at a high speed, but his mind was blank.

He pounced at Duke on a magic tower at high speed.

When he saw Duke, who was originally looking into the distance with an expressionless face, suddenly turned his gaze towards where he and his blademaster team were, a cruel and cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth - that was the smile of a hunter looking at his prey.

not good!

Duke was prepared! ?

That's right, from the moment Samuro killed King Aiden Perenolde, Duke was determined to crucify Samuro and the Swordmaster of the Burning Blade Clan.

There is only a thief who can steal for a thousand days, but you can never guard against thieves for a thousand days

Apart from the disgusting undead, there is only one Duke in the world who will be resurrected. Other important personnel, even the most capable Lothar, dare not say that he can definitely avoid Samuro's sneak attack. The other Burning Blade Masters are easy to deal with, but Samuro must die!

With the top-level Wind Step and Critical Strike skills, and extremely rich combat experience, if assassination fails, he will fight head-on, and if he cannot defeat him head-on, he will run away. If not you, who else should I kill?

These are the key factors that make Samuro Duke's must-kill target.

There were also a large number of demon spirits deployed near Duke. Unlike ordinary demon spirits, these demon spirits were disguised as various things, such as stones or a pile of scattered supplies, which were the most common things on the battlefield. They did not directly sound the alarm, but directly connected to Duke's system.

In the face of so many demon spirits, Samuro and his team of Blademasters had nowhere to hide.

"Have you written your suicide note, Samuro?" As Duke's cold voice rang out, Duke suddenly raised his hands, and his open fingers clenched into fists in an instant. Immediately, a flame shot up into the sky from under Samuro's feet.

The explosion roared across the long street, and of course the invisibility was immediately broken.

Including Samuro, three of the nine Blademasters were blown away and turned into a pile of charred meat in mid-air because they could not withstand the violent explosion.

Most of the remaining six people were also covered in dust and dirt. Only Samuro was in better condition, but he was still in a miserable state.

"Go--" Samuro shouted to the remaining Blademasters.

The Blademaster is not suitable for battlefields with harsh environments and wide-area continuous damage.

The price of over-polarizing attack power, speed, and dodge ability is a relatively weak constitution. Unlike most orcs, they are not born with a certain elemental resistance, and they almost take all the magic damage.

What made Samuro most uneasy was that huge ice walls rose up from all directions at the same time. Almost in the blink of an eye, they had grown from one person's height to two people's height, and were rapidly closing in the middle - they were going to form a huge ice cover to trap all of them, the Blademasters!

"Hah--" Samuro let out a wild roar, and first danced out a ball of sword light to protect himself, and then rushed out like a flash of arrow.

At the same moment, at least five green figures rushed over from outside.

"Dangdangdang!"

The continuous sounds of sharp weapons clashing merged into one, and two Blademasters turned into corpses and fell from the sky, while three Blademasters were knocked back.

After Samuro and a slender figure exchanged thirteen attacks in an instant, both sides flew back. Samuro retreated back to the range covered by the ice shield, while the opponent flew backwards three steps in the air, with a blush on his pretty face.

But Samuro looked up and found that the ice shield had closed in less than ten feet without him noticing. He could see his opponent clearly now. She was a beautiful female high elf with silver hair from a human perspective.

His skills and talents are good, but his momentum is still a little lacking.

The two female elves who had just killed two of his men also rushed over again. Samuro had a vague premonition that this was his last attack, and if he failed, he would lose his last chance to escape.

This is indeed the case.

The four Windrunner sisters, Halduron, and Lor'themar, especially the latter two, were brought here by Dukla after the first round of volleys. It is no exaggeration to say that the six strongest rangers in the world are all here, just to ambush Samuro.

This has to show how much Duke values ​​Samuro.

It was Vereesa who was fighting with Samuro. She suffered a half-attack, but it created an opportunity for Alleria and Sylvanas to launch a second attack. The two slender figures were about to fight with Samuro.

Samuro gritted his teeth and activated Blade Storm directly.

The six figures dodged again. They surrounded Samuro but did not approach him at all, allowing Samuro to vent his anger into the air.

Blade Storm can't be stopped just like that. The price of the devastating attack power is the movement slowdown and the loss of strength after using the ultimate move.

Duke didn't get angry. He slowly gathered an ice ball the size of a carriage and threw it over.

"Aren't you good at shaving ice? How about you shave some shaved ice for me?" Duke said sarcastically.

Alleria was fine, she held it in. But Veresa, who had a low sense of humor, burst out laughing.

Six elven ranger heroes stood in six directions, staring at Samuro.

At this moment, Samuro was like a clown dancing in the enemy's cage, ridiculous and pathetic.

He is unwilling!

He doesn't want to!

Even though he knew that his chances of escaping and winning were slim, he still reentered the stealth state of Wind Step the moment Blade Storm stopped.

He wanted to deliver the final dying blow to Duke, no, to any other powerful high elf present.

Unfortunately, Samuro was hit. Six flares were fired instantly, teaching him and the Blademaster who followed him a lesson.

Flare: A common skill for hunters and rangers.

This is not a skill that can bring out a stealthed rogue or swordmaster by just firing a light bullet that emits light and heat. It has nothing to do with science or physics.

Flare contains an extension of the ranger's willpower.

Something is distorting the light?

Is some invisible creature displacing the air?

Everything was exposed by the ranger's willpower. Therefore, the hunter and ranger would only have one flare at a time.

Now, six top rangers are setting off flares at the same time.

If there were two less, Samuro might have a chance to escape. But there were six of them, taking care of him from all directions, north, south, east, west, up and down.

Samuro was immediately spotted.

The moment the green burly figure was revealed, Samuro stopped moving. His muscles were still strong and full of power, and his body still looked extremely agile, but everyone knew he was weak.

He is a hero in the eyes of the Horde, a thorn in the side of the Alliance, and a nightmare to the kings...

Unfortunately, all of Samuro's fame will become history in a short while.

"snort!!"

"Well!"

The Blademaster who had just been beaten back into the ice hood let out the last muffled groan of his life. In order not to affect Samuro's last chance of escape as the new chief of the Fire Blade Clan, who succeeded Dal*Triple Blood Blade, they tried their best not to interfere with Samuro, even if they died.

Finally, a tear fell from his left eye and cut through Samuro's resolute face.

Without saying anything, he ignored the six elven ranger heroes around him who were ready to make a move, and just looked up at Duke on the top of the magic tower.

Duke sighed.

He admired Samuro's courage, regardless of his camp, but was simply impressed by Samuro's spirit.

Unfortunately, admiration is admiration and understanding is understanding, but this does not mean that Duke has to give up his human stance and kneel down to lick the hero of a tribe.

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Duke also said nothing, and made a knife-like gesture, bringing down heavily.

"Lok-tar-ogar!"

Either victory or death!

The loud roar is the epitaph of the orc swordsman hero Samuro!

On the other side, while the long-range attacks from the city walls were temporarily suppressed by the trolls and orc swordmasters, Orgrim launched another attack.

More orcs rushed up, and they roughly smashed all the protruding ice spikes with their huge war hammers. Then, ignoring the dwarf griffon riders who often flew over the sky to launch surprise attacks, they stepped on the corpses of their orc companions and launched a more fierce attack on the city wall.

Arthas, who had just left the city wall, returned to the city wall again, surrounded by guards. Although he was not on the front line, his presence still greatly encouraged the soldiers. Similarly, the generals who came from all over the city and their soldiers also supplemented the defense line well.

"Warriors of Lordaeron, take up your weapons and let those despicable orcs regret their courage to invade our homeland."

Seeing Arthas raising his two-handed sword not far behind him, Duke had a sense of déjà vu as he saw the Lich King raising Frostmourne in the future.

Arthas, who saw Duke coming after being reminded by the guards, had a flush of excitement and nervousness on his face: "Sir, Deputy Commander, Lordaeron needs more reinforcements!"

Duke bowed gently: "As you wish, Your Highness."

On the Horde side, Orgrim roared.

"Where are the ogres? Haven't the ogres arrived yet? How many of us are behind us?"

Zuluhed replied, "The ogres are too slow, and they are stuck on the mountain paths. You know there is no one better to lead those fools than the Two-Headed Ogre Mage."

"What about our people?"

"The mountain path is too narrow, and there are at least two clans behind us."

When a tribe calculates the number of people at the legion level, it often uses large clans as units, and one clan means 10,000 people.

"Hurry them up."

In order to achieve the greatest surprise attack effect, Orgrim almost ordered the vanguard to launch the attack as soon as they got off the mountain. In fact, without Duke, the Horde would have already entered Lordaeron City and entered the meat grinder state of street fighting.

At this time, three bright red flares were shot into the sky.

Orgrim's bad premonition grew stronger.

At the far end of the battlefield, near the lake between Lake Lordamere and the Alterac Mountains, a huge cloud of dust suddenly appeared.

The sound of horse hooves soaring into the sky shook the entire battlefield.

To be honest, because of the terrain, the Hordes didn't have many opportunities to fight against human cavalry. This didn't mean that Orgrim didn't know how terrible the cavalry was.

In the initial battles in Elwynn Forest, the tribal warriors also encountered cavalry. The scale of the cavalry was not large. In Orgrim's eyes at the time, this was the only type of human soldier that could compete with the orc infantry.

"Not good!" Orgrim screamed.

The cavalry arrived at a very cruel time, just when the Horde was pressing forward on all fronts and had no spare energy.

On the southeast shore of the lake, three huge battle flags fluttered in the wind.

The orange eagle banner of Alterac Mountains.

The flag of the Knights of Stromgarde Highlanders with a red background.

The Golden Lion Flag of the Kingdom of Stormwind with a blue background.

No one expected that Duke had already transferred the Highland Knights and the Royal Knights of Stormwind before the fall of Alterac. Now, after joining General Haas's Mountain Eagle Knights, there were as many as 2,500 knights and 7,000 cavalry gathered here by the lake.

They rode their horses to the battlefield from their ambush and quickly deployed their formation.

The generals from three parties came out.

"For the fall of Alterac!" General Haas closed his visor.

"For the blood debt of Arathi Highlands." King Thoras Trollbane clamped his lance.

"For the destruction of Stormwind and the wrath of the kingdom!" King Llane Wrynn raised his sword high.

Duke Bolvar Fordragon "Charge" took the lead and cleared the way. He held his warhammer in front of him like a spear.

He spurred the horse, and the horse, in pain, rushed towards the orc army at high speed.

Most of the orcs focused their attention on the city wall. This white-painted wall was unexpectedly strong and only had some dents under their fierce attack.

Only a few orcs heard Orgrim's command and turned around to try to stop the torrent of horses and riders.