Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 578: Get Out

The last insurance! ?

Jaina opened her beautiful blue eyes wide. Although she wanted to pretend that she was so moved that her tears and snot were about to fall after being rescued, in the end...

"Edmund Duke! You're a complete asshole—"

If she could bite Duke to death, she would definitely be willing to tear off Duke's flesh piece by piece!

The current Jaina is far from the calculating and scheming strong woman of later generations, and this little ms. couldn't help but get angry.

It's a pity that her aggressive actions are destined to be suppressed by Duke.

That's right, she really attacked Duke, and a Fire Shock hit Duke's face.

If Duke was an ordinary person, Jaina's attack would definitely make Duke's mother unrecognizable.

What a pity, Duke is the great wizard Grand Magus!

Such a low concentration of magic elements would naturally dissipate when they came into contact with the elements around Duke. Jaina did calculate this.

Unfortunately, what she didn't expect was that Duke would fight back.

right!

Just before Jaina launched Fire Blast, Teacher Duke unexpectedly responded with a Magic Counter without any manner of an elder!

The so-called Magic Counterattack is to instantly mobilize the elemental power in the atmosphere to disrupt the circulation and balance of the opponent's magic circuit. If you happen to counter the opponent's magic when the opponent is casting a spell, the opponent's entire magic circuit will be in a disordered state for at least 8 seconds.

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Duke, a Archmage, bullies an Adept Mage, which is extremely shameless.

The magic circuits in her body suddenly became chaotic, and Jaina's eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot.

"Cough cough cough!" The poor expired loli was choked.

It would be impossible to recover without more than a minute, and that was on the premise that there was no further interference.

On the other hand, Duke's appearance undoubtedly caused an earthquake.

The Lordaeron cavalry cheered loudly.

The orcs, however, fled from the town in all directions, like insects avoiding a disaster.

"Run! It's that devil Duke!" Even the bravest Warsong orcs lost their fighting spirit under the storm flag that represents terror and death.

Duke's flag represents a terrifying legend that cannot be broken by the orcs.

Duke's flag is the lingering shadow hanging over the entire orc tribe.

Where Duke's Storm Banner is, the orcs can never win.

Although every orc was reluctant to admit it, Duke turned these conclusions into reality every time.

This time will be no exception.

Suddenly, a cold current surged out in a circular shape with the church as its center.

As the cold current blew, the stones on the ground seemed to tremble. They began to spin strangely, and some even followed the tiny gravel and floated in the air.

It was not that a supernatural anti-gravity phenomenon occurred on the earth, but that the cold air rising into the sky was too huge and too terrifying.

In less than three seconds, the entire town within a diameter of 500 meters was covered by cold air.

The orcs who tried to escape took big steps, but their lower bodies were frozen in a ridiculous position - because a frost had quietly frozen their lower bodies completely.

"Ahhhh!"

"No--"

"Ancestors! Save me——"

Various orcish screams were heard, and it was not until this moment that the cavalry of Lordaeron were surprised to find that the cold wave had perfectly avoided each of them.

Regardless of whether they were within Duke's sight or how close they were to the orcs, only the orcs were hit, while the cavalrymen less than 20 centimeters away were not hurt at all.

The surprised expression on Jaina's face also froze.

What kind of control is this! ?

Duke raised his right hand lightly and snapped his fingers in a very cool manner.

"Snap!"

It was like the sound of a switch opening the gate of hell.

At least three hundred illusory hands made of arcane energy suddenly appeared in the air.

"Hand of the Mage!?" Jaina exclaimed when she saw Duke take action for the first time.

Every cavalryman of Lordaeron held his breath at this moment.

"No——" The orcs were waiting for the final death judgment in fear and despair.

Countless arcane missiles poured down like heavy rain. Each high-level magic missile fired by the Archmage-class wizard had the destructive power of a crossbow.

As Jaina looked on in disbelief...

Just as the cavalry opened their mouths in astonishment...

The orc army that could easily overwhelm them was crushed with ease.

Jaina was very reluctant to use the word "crush" to describe the shocking scene before her.

Yet this is exactly the most appropriate word.

A heavy hammer that could easily smash a cavalry kite shield turned into flying iron chips after being hit by an arcane missile.

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall burly orc was easily blown to pieces like a broken puppet.

Broken fangs, bulging eyeballs, seven-colored brain matter, organs of unidentifiable colors, scarlet and pale broken bones...

If the previous church was a slaughterhouse of the past, then what was presented to Jaina at this moment was a live broadcast of slaughter without any censorship.

"Ugh!" Jaina originally thought that she had vomited so much that she couldn't vomit anymore, but she didn't expect that when her stomach was empty, she could still vomit out yellow bile.

After finally finishing vomiting, Jaina trembled and finally managed to utter: "Duke, you bastard! Don't even think about me marrying you in this life!"

Duke smiled, with a smile of success on his face: "Very good! Very powerful! I like what you said!"

Jaina was almost pissed off by Duke.

There were no orcs left.

No! There's one left!

An orc who was obviously bigger than the other orcs, with both arms broken, knelt in pain near the main entrance of the church.

The crippled orc struggled to stand up straight, and he roared with his red eyes. Unexpectedly, he spoke a fairly standard human common language.

"Why?"

"Why!?"

"Edmund Duke! Why don't you kill me?"

Jaina and every cavalryman looked at Duke in surprise.

Being able to slaughter hundreds of orcs so accurately, but only knocking off this orc's arms, it seemed like Duke did it on purpose.

Duke released the arm that was holding Jaina, put his hands behind his back, and walked proudly to the church door. Standing on the steps, he raised his chin forty-five degrees and looked down at the tall orc.

"Tell Grom Hellscream to get out of the Eastern Kingdoms! As long as I, Edmund Duke, am here, there will be no place for orcs to stand on this continent. If you really piss me off, I will search Tirisfal Glades and drag out every orc to be hanged, even if I have to put aside more important things to do!"

I don't want to say anything...

This damn weather, a ton of mosquitoes come out when it's a little hot, but the south may still be lucky, at least there is no smog...