The super magic technique was fully unfolded, and the arcane energy torrent surged out.

The little knight Chris rushed up the hill, and the war horse under his crotch trotted with difficulty with a snort, but the hillside more than fifty meters high, because of the mud and heavy rain, seemed to be stretched several times, giving Chris the feeling that he couldn't reach it.

"You must dare to go up"

"Bang!" With a bang, his war horse ran out of strength for a day, and then he actually fell to the ground with his front legs bent. Chris was thrown off like a sandbag and tumbled into the dirt, one foot crushed under the horse as he didn't have time to adjust his position.

"I can't fall here"

Chris pulled his left leg hard, his fingers bent into iron hooks like dirt, and his whole body strained together, "Ah~~~~~h At this moment, the pain in the left leg penetrated through the whole body, like a red-hot iron cone nailed into the bone, and the pain was swirling around. But compared to the sound of the trumpet of the knight charging under the mountain, even if the pain came ten times more, it was nothing.

"Come on! A little more pain, it makes me more powerful" Chris the knight's squire gritted his teeth, puffed up the last bit of air in his chest, exhaled with all his might, and called for help from the legendary mage.

"O mage on the hill, can you hear my words? Please save us, save the people who are suffering from misfortune in this land."

"Yes"

For a moment, the knight's squire thought he had heard a voice from heaven.

Light, all light. His vision was filled with blue-white tubes.

"Is it the legendary Light? It didn't feel like "Chris closed his eyes in peace, it wasn't the Light, but he felt the power of the Light stronger than all the people he had ever met. Before closing his eyes, he saw a bright white human form in the light. That's Shane.

Thin golden threads appeared in the pupils, and Shane cast the first wave of spells on the temptation of history. Seven fireballs, blue and white, lined up and projected into the sky, the super magic skills were fully opened, and the triple three-dimensional magic circle was like a projection of the seal. Constantly spitting out pale gold text symbols. Each rune has its own meaning of destruction or creation, and they are grouped together, falling like snowflakes from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Seven meteor-like fireballs landed above the heads of the Wolf Riders. Thermobaric bombs, containing hurricanes, seven bursting flowers of flame, devoured more than a hundred wolf cavalry in the blink of an eye. Water vapor floated, and the entire blast area was plunged into a cloud.

"An archmage?! Fate has not abandoned us" exploded ahead, and Wendsol pulled the reins tightly. Suddenly stopped the sprint, and the knights who followed him also hurriedly pulled the horses.

The light of the fire lit up the pupils of these knights, separated by dozens of meters, and each of them felt the heat wave on their faces, and they all looked back at the hillside where the magic flew from.

"What an archmage!"

"Commander, what are we going to do, take the opportunity to retreat?" The knight beside Wendthor asked him.

"We ...... No...... Look over there."

Scene from the other side of the infantry line. Countless orcs, yes. Wendthor looked at it, and the unknown number of orcs flew in the air as if they were floating, and there was a huge purple rift floating in the sky, about ten meters purple-red, which made him want to be separated by a sharp blade. Countless orcs were being sucked into that rift.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, but it was just Wendthor feeling. The exclamations and shouts were still there, but he just couldn't hear them. The image on the hillside created a large magical wonderland, and he was speechless. What is a spell? Windsor didn't know anything about it, but he'd heard Duke Lothar's mage friend say that mages divide by might. There are types of concentrations, and powerful spells can be collectively referred to as 'siege spells'.

Who the hell is that up there?

Shane operates the spell in his hand, and the connection between the spell and his hand is like the relationship between the finger and the palm, and the mage who rises into the sky is easy to be pulled down by him to dive and bomb, and it is even easier for the large rift to tear through the space.

Is it because of the Dark Gate that the space south of Azeroth is unstable? Or is it because of the ability to play on the spot?

The latter question was Shane's complacency, and the former sentence was the reason he was looking for.

The battle at the base of the hill gave him a good position to strike, and inflicting maximum damage was as easy as taking something from a magic pocket. After casting one set of spells, Sean cast a second set, and the light of the arcane energy had already covered his eyes, and the strong light covered his skin, and to outsiders it looked like Shane's body was energized.

At this time, dozens of orcs rushed towards the mountain skin.

The green orcs in Shane's eyes are extremely tall, and the bulging muscles on their arms are more powerful than steel, and they can clearly see the rapid beating of blood vessels under their skin, which is a phenomenon of extreme adrenal hormone secretion.

"Fifty-five, no caster, all the green humanoids are in a rage, and their strength is doubled." The Eye of Truth precisely transmitted its judgment into Shane's head.

Orc warriors have sharp blades, combat skills, and strength, but that's about it.

Ao Neng chokes!

Shane stretched out his right hand, and hundreds of egg-thick, more than a meter long arcane rope burst out from his fingertips like lightning, and at the same time, a super-large range of frost ring magic array, with the rain, outlined a frost land.

How to deal with the fighters, Sean knows too well, and after restricting movement, it is a stationary target. The rope of the arcane power, unmistakably tied, the orc's neck, feet. The strength of the orc's struggle is fed back through spells.

"It's fourteen times the elf," Shane was amazed, maybe they were all warrior professions, maybe the elves who were restrained by Shane last time were all weak mages, but on average it was also terrifying, "Research, it's not what I should do now, since I'm close to history, it makes my color more focused." ”

Shane flipped his palm and came to the stage wrist, more than fifty orcs were forcibly pulled into the air, the rope of arcane energy began to tighten, and the orc's neck was strangled by one-third, and then the difference between them and the elves was reflected again, strong physique support, the elves had already fainted, and the orcs were still struggling to the death. Shane flipped his palm forward, and then pushed, and he restrained the orcs from bombarding the rear of their position like cannonballs, more than two seconds thick, and the dull sound of flesh and bone crashing was like thunder, and the formation of the orcs seemed to be pushed down by the waves, and a large piece was missing.

The counterattack began, and the human commander, Windsor, led the knights around the steam-roasted wolf cavalry, just in front of the chaotic rear of the orcs.

The human infantry took the opportunity to push back, and the soldiers advanced in a wall style, almost without stopping, all the way back to the position of the first line.

"Victorious"

Shane withdrew the agitated Ao Neng, took a few steps and stood in the most prominent position, and looked down. The orcs are retreating, and the humans seem to have reached their limit and are powerless to pursue.

He has gone into history, and the departing orcs will report on the encounter with a spell attack.

"Next, if I still appear in the war zone, sooner or later, the orc caster or powerful person will find me, and the point of prying history will appear, who will come first?"

As he was thinking, the rain stopped, and a human army turned out of the road in the distance, holding high the purple lion flag, and walked out of the tight military formation, rushing towards the battlefield. (To be continued......)