Chapter 84: Come on, Let's Go One on One
Provocation!
An absolute provocation!
Just like Gul'dan's status among the Horde, he stands above all others.
The Shadow Council, the organization that essentially controls the power of the Horde, gives each warlock a sense of superiority.
Combined with the influence of arrogance on Bal'sagoth and Duke.
It's very funny that even though both sides have countless means, they are actually facing off against each other with their spells.
Spell clashes are not uncommon in the Warlock's assult, completely abandoning defensive attacks, but this is truly unprecedented.
What should have been a laughable scene became extremely thrilling because both sides poured all their mana into a single blow.
The head of Bal'sagoth's staff was also a skull, and if you looked closely, you would see that it was made from the head of a high-ranking Draenei priest.
The wave of evil aura emanating from the bone staff can be seen with the naked eye.
The dark light on the staff grew stronger and stronger, and three faint, mysterious black circles with runes opened up on the staff, forming a cone from small to large.
The largest circle instantly expanded to a radius of about one meter. The two circles on the front and back rotated clockwise, while the middle one rotated counterclockwise, like a strange drill.
"Gululadah——"
With an unintelligible incantation, a jet-black beam of light suddenly appeared, piercing through the air wall in front of him and sweeping away the golden light of the sun, directly aiming at Duke in front of the mountain fortress gate.
The light was so dark that it seemed to be able to destroy the entire daylight, forcibly dragging the world into the realm of darkness. The light also shocked every eye on the battlefield, and the gazes of countless orcs subconsciously lowered. They didn't dare to look at it directly.
However, in the next moment, the orcs raised their heads again because they felt a scorching gust of wind coming towards them, and the hot breath blew past their cheeks.
They couldn't believe their eyes.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
Sun...there are actually two suns in the world?
No, what they saw was not the sun, but a huge fireball that was as if it were a sun. With a radius of more than fifty meters, it was enough to burn not just one orc, but the entire mountain.
In the depths of the red-eyed orc warlock's eyes, his pupils shrank to a point. His jaws, which were full of sharp fangs, opened slightly, emitting heavy breathing. The nearby orcs thought he was nervous, but only he, who had personally experienced the great war between orcs and draenei, knew that he had been fooled.
The mysterious "powerful mage" in front of him was nothing but a fraud, a charlatan.
What high-level mage?
What human strongman!?
Bullshit!
Who could be fooled by such a mixed and low concentration of magic? A true strong mage would find it difficult to produce so many impurities in their magic.
Regardless of whether he was an old man or not, this guy's magic level was definitely not high.
Bal'sagoth was furious! Really, truly furious!
He poked his staff and shot out all the magic infused in it at once.
"Die--you, you..."
Originally, Bal'sagoth wanted to shout the word "swindler", but he was dumbfounded. He didn't even notice when his staff, which he should have been tightly gripping, slipped out of his rough and powerful fingers.
The speed at which the opponent gathered magic was too fast, far beyond what a low-level mage could do. Although both infused all their magic, Bal'sagoth's casting time was a full three seconds, while the opponent was instantaneous?
Bal'sagoth also knew that high-level warlocks could greatly shorten their casting time through training their casting technique, but this guy's skill was too terrifying, right?
A huge fireball thundered towards him, and the air currents and dust kicked up by the fireball sent all the orc's whips and hair flying in the opposite direction. The orcs seemed to be scared silly.
These rough men who only knew hand-to-hand combat instinctively feared this super powerful fireball. Only in Bal'sagoth's eyes, was there a thick disdain. He wanted to say "watch my Shadow Arrow explode that guy's fireball first, then turn his entire body into ashes of darkness."
However, the situation changed once again.
Before the Shadow Arrow had even flown ten meters, the huge fireball arrived.
There was no earth-shattering collision as expected. Instead, the giant fireball suddenly split into one hundred and eight pieces! The single-minded brute force spell, Flame Burst, had turned into the skillful Chain Fireball.
This was like punching air for Bal'sagoth.
The fireballs seemed to be shattered by the Shadow Arrows, but in reality, they traced a brilliant arc in the air before exploding on Bal'sagoth's body, with a series of continuous blasts that created a deafening sound.
True, the low-concentration magical power infused in the fireballs could not directly harm Bal'sagoth, but the explosive force generated upon detonation was inevitable.
As a not particularly powerful old warlock, Bal'sagoth could have summoned a Void Demon, sacrificed it, and then decomposed it into a shield to protect himself. In that case, not even Duke's 108 fireballs, let alone another 10086, could do anything to him.
But out of his greater pride than Duke, Bal'sagoth refused to win in this way.
Just tough it out with low-level spells!
That's what Bal'sagoth thought.
Of course, he would never know that it was Duke's soul power, one of the Seven Sins of Arrogance, that was also affecting him.
The result was that Bal'sagoth was beaten very badly in front of thousands of orcs.
Laugh! Laugh! Wait till my Shadow Arrows hit him...
Neither Bal'sagoth nor Duke expected that this seemingly one-on-one fight had a third party interfering.
The third party's name was...System spirit.
"What should we do? What should we do? According to the simulation, in just 3.98 seconds, the host will be killed by the opponent's dark attribute arrow-shaped attack because all of the host's Flame Burst spells have expired. According to estimates, if a warlock using demon power kills the host, there is a high chance that the host will completely lose their humanity and become a ghoul after being resurrected."
"If the host loses all rationality, this System spirit will be done for too!"
"It is the principle of this Spirit not to interfere with the host's decisions, but now the host has lost their mind! Yes! This Spirit can activate an emergency plan to protect the host!"
No one noticed a mage's hand appearing between the wide mage robe and cloak of the orc warlock.
This hand did not use any spells to attack because, according to the Spirit's calculations, at this level, any spell attack would be ineffective against the orc warlock. So the Spirit, being very cunning, picked up the broken sword of a human warrior lying on the ground and quickly stabbed it from behind.