Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 764: Action

Chapter 764: Action

Just like that, in the spirit of sharing weal and woe, the bosses of the Alliance and the Horde established a deep friendship in this unexpected super marathon for a reason that was not ridiculous... No way!

Well, in the process, friendly eye contact between the two parties, such as "Believe it or not, I will kill you when I get back", is indispensable.

Of course, Thrall and the others also called Duke a monster in their hearts.

You know, it’s not like Thrall hasn’t seen what kind of human archmages are like. At that time, when a master came to the arena, everyone stood up, with a dozen guards leading the way, and knights following around.

Then the middle-aged mage in his forties needed help to go up and down the stairs. When he got on the carriage, he also needed a servant to kneel down and use his back as a step, so that he could climb up tremblingly.

Most mages hold a medicine jar all day long before they reach old age, like old men on their deathbed.

When it comes to Duke, the contrast is too great.

Isn’t this it?

You are a noble Archmage of the Dawn, but you come into a group of orcs without any followers, and your endurance is even better than that of many orcs. What the hell is this?

No, this has nothing to do with the mage anymore.

Looking at Duke’s light steps that seemed to be flying in the air, Thrall was extremely sure that Duke had learned the skills of the elven ranger.

"Sir Edmund, although I have no intention of prying into your secrets, I am amazed by your endurance, speed and agility!" Thrall asked anyway.

"Ah! Nothing! When you have two women around you who are the strongest rangers in the world, you will develop such skills to prove that you are a man."

Duke raised his head sixty degrees to the sky, and two lines of imaginary tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Almost instantly, Thrall felt that Duke was a man with a story.

ah!

It was a sweet nightmare that lasted for ten years!

The past is too painful to recall!

Duke’s eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to the past...

"Honey, do some sit-ups. I’ll give you a kiss every time you stand up." Alleria gently pressed Duke’s feet with her knees. Because her hands were gently holding Duke’s ankles, every time Duke stood up, he could see Alleria’s sweet smile, kisses, and the pair of Hyjal Peaks that were totally out of place with the elves’ style.

"Hehehe - come and chase me! As long as you catch up with me, or run a thousand meters, I will be willing to unlock... a new! posture for you!" Vereesa ran in front with a shy expression, wearing a veil, swaying her seductive figure in front of Duke.

All kinds of "being a man should do this and that" drive Duke, a lazy guy with no motivation in life, to work hard to become stronger!

Before I knew it, ten years have passed!

In fact, after the first year, Duke was already able to beat the Windrunner sisters to the point of crying and shouting for mercy. But for some reason, even though Alleria and Vereesa kept changing the prizes, he persisted for ten years in one go.

Although Duke was showing off his love and almost forced Gavinrad to date the ten-meter-tall chaste saint, Duke...

Things are different now!!!

If we ignore professional skills, Duke’s skills alone are enough to kick open the door of Thrall’s guard camp and shout in Orcish: "I’m going to beat ten of them!" Then he can take care of a group of people, dust himself off and walk out safely.

The long run always has an end.

After running from morning to evening, and listening to Grom roaring for nearly 8 hours, "Duke, I’m going to kill you!", Duke finally lost his temper.

Duke stopped in front of a huge well whose water radiated azure light.

He ignored Thrall and the others who had scattered aside, ignored the nearly ten thousand evil orcs who were clamoring non-stop, and cast his gaze directly at the face of Grom Hellscream, who was a little confused.

Duke arrogantly raised his left middle finger to Sir Hou using the internationally accepted gesture - well, actually he was showing Sir Hou the ring on his hand with the Edmund family crest printed on it, and then hooked his right index finger.

"Grom, aren’t you going to kill me? Come on!"

In the wind, Duke’s seemingly thin body seemed like it would fall down at the slightest breeze, and with that evil, wicked smile on his face, it seemed as if he was looking for death.

But Thrall had a feeling that Duke would succeed.

Sure enough, when Duke issued the provocation, the Horde’s first warrior Grom Hellscream, who was not in his right mind, roared like thunder and jumped high.

Jump and cut!

This seemingly ordinary and extremely revealing attack skill was practiced and used by Grom no less than a million times.

After practicing millions of times, even the most ordinary moves will produce a sublimation that others can hardly imagine.

It was a blow that went beyond the warrior’s skills and violated most common sense of physics.

When Grom’s burly body jumped to a height of five stories, the axe, which was shining with fierce blood light, and the man and the axe became one, suddenly began to accelerate unscientifically.

If the initial momentum was like a meteor falling to the ground, then the second half was simply an instantaneous strike across a space of more than ten meters!

WarWarchief Thrall could not imagine how Duke could survive this attack.

In previous sparring, even if Grom held back, he could only hold up Doomhammer with great difficulty and withstand it with his physical strength.

Because there is no way to hide.

What about Duke?

Thrall was confused for a moment - if Duke couldn’t dodge and Grom killed Duke with one axe, would that help the Horde get rid of this great enemy of the Alliance?

Sadly, Thrall was doomed to be disappointed.

Although Grom’s attack speed and power increased dramatically in his berserk state, the flaws in his moves were too big, and the direction and line of his attacks were extremely obvious.

So much so that the moment he jumped up, the system AI had already outlined in Duke’s mind the entire Road of Grom from jumping to the attack point, and also calculated clearly the damage and range that would be caused after smashing the axe on the ground.

Under the simulation of this supercomputer’s tactical system, Grom’s attack was more like a clown trying to make people laugh.

A shrill and violent sound of breaking wind was heard. As expected, Grom’s Gorehowl had horrific destructive power. It slammed heavily into the ground, creating a terrifying huge spider-web-like crack.

pity...

Missed!

Duke very coolly stepped aside and seemed to have narrowly avoided the attack. However, his mocking and calm face was deeply imprinted in the hearts of Thrall, Rexxar, Vol’jin, Varok, Brox and other powerful tribe members.

Duke took action.