The magic ball is surrounded, and the Austrian energy is active.

Shane sat under a cyan rock, the arcane energy in the air flickering and vanishing as his thoughts converged or dispersed. His mind is active, but his heart is calm.

The Void Gate, the warlock's method of using the loopholes in the world, Shane recalls the principles of the spells inside, and seeks the root of some warlocks' spell casting, which is more convenient to deal with. Using the Warlock's method, Shane's spirit travels through the loopholes of the world, and it is easier to communicate with the half-plane than the arcane method, which shows that the rules of the two worlds are somewhat similar, that is, the means of arcane countermeasures are equally effective against warlocks.

Shane took out his staff, rubbed his thumb against the ornament around his waist, and watched calmly as a procession approached the road to the west.

Red Ridge Mountain, on the eastern south shore of Zhishui Lake, on the road built by humans, twenty-two horsemen, galloping like wolves and lightning. Dressed in armor and carrying battle axes, they rushed down the small hillside, half-encircling Shane beneath the stones.

Shane's figure stood still, did not flee, and the comer's heart was settled.

"Skinny coward, ready to die," the orc said in lingua franca, in the orc culture, fists to the flesh, standing still and slashing each other to death, that is a hero; It is cowardly to use spells, and the caster of Shane, who uses spells and attacks orcs everywhere, and they searched for them on a large scale a while ago but hid, leaving them busy in vain, is a coward among cowards.

"It's all elite, but there are no spellcasters," Shane said,

"What did you say?"

Orcs will say that universal is not a big deal, they will be intelligent races, there is no shortage of gifted individuals, the orc warriors in front of them are very talented orcs in Shane's eyes, muscular but not rigid, with obvious lines but coordinated amplitude. Its eyes were full of reason and determination. Twenty-two rides. The killing intent was cold, but the breath of the first person was missing, and his breath was hidden, which was a sign of complete control of power.

"What's your name?"

The "Warok" orc proudly reported his name.

Sean was pretty sure he hadn't heard the name, perhaps an orc warrior drowned in its original history. He snapped his fingers, and several ropes of arcane power. Buzzing and end-to-end.

The orc leader Varok frowned, and he felt that as soon as he entered the foot of the mountain, he felt - an invisible power that filled the entire base of the mountain, and even the entire space, this power was so strange that he had only felt it in the super-strong spellcaster.

He felt that the power was encircling him, imbuing him with a sense of stickiness in his every move. He looked around. I found that none of my subordinates felt it.

He rolled over and got off the wolf, removed the tomahawk from his back, and clenched it in his hand. His subordinates made the same movements as him, and the twenty-two orc warriors moved slowly, narrowing the encirclement little by little.

Shane smiled, took a step and flashed their encirclement, flicking back with one hand, eight circles of light slipping out. Wrapping around the necks of the eight orcs, he flicked his fingers down. The Rope of the Arcanon led the orcs like cannonballs and flew towards the middle of the lake in the distance.

“Loaktar”

The cold light flickered behind him, and a shadow slashed down in the air. Shane didn't turn his head, he had already seen the incoming blade in the spiritual vision. He lifted his staff a little back. "Baa", the jumping orc 'plopped' and smashed to the ground. Clang, and the axe also fell.

More orcs though. Screaming and rushing towards him. Shane turned, and the 'bang' ice ring erupted, and then flashed in the other direction, throwing out several ice spears and stabbing the heart of the warrior whose feet were frozen in frost.

Just flashed out. Before he had time to observe the results of the battle, several black shadows fell in the air, sealing all of Shane's room to dodge. The orc warriors are skillfully coordinated, and the attack angle is almost seamless, and ordinary mages will definitely die at this time. However, Shane is a mage who walks on the path of the boss.

The golden line in his eyes flashed, "King Kong Palm". On the side, a large hand fanned out, and five orcs were fanned away like mosquitoes.

The 'whoop' attack was dizzying, and more than 20 sitting wolves pounced head-on. In the face of the giant wolf's bloody mouth, the stench was about to spray onto his face. Shane sped up and retreated, dodging the first wolf, but the twenty giant wolves behind jumped up one after another. "Forty times barrage X5" Shane habitually moved his lips twice, thinking about where he had reached, the magic ball above his head flew out, hitting the nearest wolf, and then the arcane missile covered the sky,

Whizzing swishing and swishing, raindrops generally fall. Hit the 'bang' sound of the drum's general cheats. The next moment, blood splashed, the vision was stained red, and the dog's characteristic whining and mournful screams overshadowed the first two sounds.

In just a few seconds, no one was spared in three or four breaths, and it was almost impossible to see the complete body, and all of them were beaten to pieces.

The battle on the technical level started quickly and ended quickly, and there were only two people present who still had the strength to fight, an orc who was turned into a sheep by Shane and then recovered, and a leader Wallock who did not move from beginning to end.

Shane turned to look at him, who was also looking at Shane.

"Why didn't you make a move?"

"Draro, there is a kind of giant beast" The muscles on Valok's body seemed to be all relaxed: "We call them Goron, Goron is naturally tall and has strength beyond our reach, and hunts us for food, when they are the strongest, we can only hide in the woods and mountains, but when we figure out their weaknesses and find a way, the prey and the hunter's position is reversed." ”

With that, Varok raised his axe, and Shane could only see a series of afterimages, wielding a large axe with multiple shadows and slashing at his neck like a thunderbolt.

But the axe missed, and Shane's form shattered like a reflection in the water, and the Valoch slashed at the afterimage.

Charge? It's so fast, it's almost close to a legendary warrior like Anduin Lothar. Shane flashed onto the stone and put up an arcane barrier for himself, and the petal shield shone with runes, slowly spinning in front of him.

"Can you say again, what's your name?" The blow just now was very amazing, the orc leader was the second most powerful warrior Shane had ever seen since he crossed over, and he should not be an unknown person in history. "Remember, my name is Varok" "User, find spatial fold tear visualization"

However, at this time, Shane sensed the approach of divinity, and Varok immediately looked unhappy.

Four Void Gates opened, tall, short, fat and thin, men, women and children, four spellcasters with their own characteristics, carrying shadow energy and demons, through the space to arrive here.

The visitor was overjoyed to see Shane, his head was indeed suitable for making a magical item.

"Adhering to the will of Lord Gul'dan"

Sean stood on the stone, automatically skipping the scene, he stepped on one foot high, the other foot slightly lower, and his staff was the third fulcrum on the stone face, condescending to observe the newcomers: an ogre, three orcs. In the ogre's hand, he pinched a shadow-colored crystal ball, and the divine fluctuations came from the crystal, very faint, but very pure, and the darkness was pleasing to the eye.

His gaze swept over the ogre's features, one by one, on the memories in his head.

Ogres were brought to Azeroth by orcs, and they are over four meters tall, fat, and vicious-looking, with two heads in their caster. But don't be fooled by their appearance, most ogres are not as strong as they look, they are afraid of the weak, and they lack social organization.

"But the connection between the world lines is amazing."

Shaun couldn't have imagined that the ogre had a bloody focus trinket hanging around his neck, which was also made by Shane himself, and the effect was to increase the concentration and thus increase the casting speed.

The remaining three orcs are two men and one woman, and to be honest, except for the hairstyle and gender, Shane can't see any other difference.

"Native spellcasters, by the will of the council, you must die"

"Remember, don't be too ruthless, leave me a thigh."

"Are you so confident in the first place?" Shane said.

"You're tough, but you're not strong enough, and with Lord Gul'dan watching, it's even less likely that we'll fail," the ogre said, patting his belly.

The elderly male orc warlock couldn't help but shout "Morakot, don't talk too much"

"I'm sorry, I said something I shouldn't have said."

The four Warlocks were armed with Gul'dan's surveillance spells, which Sean detected when they appeared.

"In that case, I'm going to be serious"

Smiling, three magic balls of different colors spun around Shane's head, and after a breath, seven thermobaric flame bombs rose like a small sun.

True power is roughly divided into two types, one is ambitious and the other is subtle.

The mage who throws the fireball into the arcane energy and follows the experience cast spell is the turret, understands the principle of the fireball, controls the Brownian motion, controls the entropy direction, and the mage who casts the fireball is the arcanist.

The mage who consumes mana to rub out the ice arrow, and the mage who casts the spell according to the basic model is the turret, understands the principle of the ice arrow, creates a cryogenic space, controls the direction of entropy, and the mage who casts the ice arrow is an arcaneist.

Shane's strength is just beginning, but it is almost in the house. (To be continued......)