Chapter 105: Illhoof

The anticipated clash did not happen right away, despite the sound of swords and shields clashing being expected.

Garona held a strange bone dagger in her hand, and it was clear she was hesitant. In this large room of over one hundred square meters, all she saw was a standard, blond-haired human youth who looked very similar to the human nobles she had seen in Stormwind Keep. This confused her greatly, and although her intuition told her that something was off, her rational mind still controlled her body and she hesitated.

Duke, on the other hand, would have preferred Garona to be reckless until the end upon seeing the human youth.

That guy, in his world marked with system spirit annotations, had a large red skull clearly marked on his head, with the race tag indicating a satyr!

"Kill him!" Duke's shout seemed a bit late.

That blond noble suddenly showed a mocking expression on his face, slightly opened his mouth, screamed, and a red smoke emanated from his mouth, followed by his eyes, nose, and ears. In less than two seconds, the seemingly living red smoke turned into some kind of corrosive substance, melting the noble's facial features like melting wax into a blurry humanoid shape.

In front of more than twenty raiders, he transformed, and an evil rune array that emitted a foul odor enveloped him, rejecting all external attacks.

Duke and his team could only watch helplessly as this guy fell to his knees, his whole body turning red, and then like a snake shedding its skin, something inside the lifeless, soulless human shell was stripped away.

The red runes that shrouded him suddenly exploded and shot out in all directions. Duke could only release an arcane energy shield in time, but those strange runes still reached him.

This was not a particularly well-planned attack.

The exploding runes were scattered and chaotic. Unfortunately, several elite warriors who couldn't dodge in time were affected. Even with strong armor, just a slight touch caused their armor to burn and a burning sensation as if they had been splashed with molten steel from the rune.

Accompanying Lothar, of course, were priests. Lothar was originally prepared for a surprise attack and didn't care about being discovered. After the warrior frantically removed his gauntlet, the middle-aged priest attempted to use the power of the Holy Light to dispel the red rune on the warrior's arm but was surprised to find that his power was powerless. The highly corrosive rune spread like a rapidly spreading plague from the wound.

Lothar's pupils shrank as he drew his sword and slashed, cutting off a large piece of flesh from the victim's arm, sending it flying.

The rest of the warriors were handled in a similar way, and each person's face changed color. This was the typical power of demons.

"Hahaha! Pathetic humans! Why did you come here to die!"

The red light faded, and a demon satyr with a huge goat's head appeared, accompanied by a proud laugh, a typical satyr appeared in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, instead of launching an immediate attack, the satyr with red skin on his upper body performed a strange aristocratic gesture towards Lothar - his left hand on his right chest, his right hand throwing his small hat off his head, his body slightly bowed while nodding.

"I suppose you're Anduin Lothar, right? Terestian Illhoof salutes you." Terestian spoke in a standard human language.

Anduin noticed that this guy was speaking in a very standard Lordaeron noble accent. His pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Waiting? No, no, no, this is just an unexpected visit. It seems that your little mage has some decent power. In fact, before your orc scout snuck into my room, I didn't even sense your arrival. But since you're here, then please let everyone but Sir Lothar die."

Tristan's subtle remarks did not go unnoticed by more than one person. Clearly, except for Lothar, everyone's life was meaningless in the eyes of Sargeras.

"I hate you." Garona didn't have the patience to listen to the satyr's bullshit and went straight for the attack.

For the first time, Anduin and Duke witnessed Garona's skills firsthand.

A sudden burst of icy light filled the air.

Garona's speed was so fast that Duke instinctively thought of the word "bullet time". The residue of the light and shadow, which looked like pulled out bullets, clearly showed how fast Garona's attack was!

Almost everyone on Lothar's side felt like they were in a dream. They all asked themselves if they could withstand such an attack.

Even Lothar, who had previously sparred with Garona, had the same look of disbelief.

This female orc... was too powerful.

Garona wasn't short, standing at one meter and eighty centimeters, even taller than many men. Despite her slender frame, she was actually stronger than many human warriors.

For a woman with such a muscular build, she had agility and speed that exceeded that of most people. It was truly surprising to everyone.

Even with such an attack, it was unable to finish the job in one hit.

On the rune-covered floor, long sword marks crisscrossed each other, some of them over an inch wide. These were the remnants of Terestian dodging Garona's fierce attacks.

This demon was just as agile as Terestian.

But Terestian Illhoof wasn't one to take beatings lying down!

He let out a low growl, and suddenly the room full of bookshelves felt like it was about to collapse. Many books fell from the shelves, and some blue and green impish demons knee-high to a man burst out from behind the shelves.

Not just from the bookshelves, but in the void of the room and even on the ceiling, several vertical, blood-red portals opened like iris eyes. But the other side of these portals was not some pleasant garden, but a space filled with unspeakable horror.

Countless short impish demons poured out of the portals and without a word, began launching fireballs in all directions at the human warriors in the room.

To stay nimble, Lothar's elite soldiers had not chosen heavy tower shields. They mostly used the standard Stormwind kite shields, but clearly, these shields were not enough to protect them from the fireballs raining down on them from all sides.

The warrior Diga, a 28-year-old veteran who had joined the army at 16, had fought murlocs, slain hyenas, battled beasts, and taken on orcs. As a warrior in his prime, his experience was nothing short of vast. But when faced with this unknown and mysterious attack, he was briefly stunned.

The fireballs were hurtling towards him, and the blinding light rapidly expanded in his field of vision. He was already preparing himself for death when suddenly, a dazzling blue light flashed behind him.