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Blood! Fuhang was completely ignited by this boiling beast blood.

There were only a hundred orcs left, and they roared and rushed to the beach. Without hesitation, they rushed towards the mage troops.

In close combat, the mage loses all advantages. These brutal orcs, wielding the giant axes in their hands out of thin air, poured out the anger in their hearts.

The mages are still in recuperation and cannot cast spells again. In this world, spell casting takes a long time to cool down, unless you're ridiculously high enough to chant and cast spells. The buffer time between Gianna and the ordinary mages on the scene is obviously placed here.

Gianna is still casting her magic and protecting her army. Fu Hang stood in front of Gianna with the Ash Messenger, and Fu Hang clearly felt that the next moment the spell released by Gianna would definitely change the tide of the battle.

It was indeed an unwise decision to simply let these 800 mages fight these 100 orc warriors hand-to-hand. After all, a mage is a mage, and without the reliance of spells, he becomes not much different from normal people. As soon as Dalaran fought, it was learned that after the massive magical barrier was defeated, Arthas almost drove straight in and captured the Book of Medivan.

Several strong orcs who rushed to the front shouted to the remaining orcs, "Orc brothers, these mages have entered a period of weakness. Avenge the death of our orc brothers, loktar-ogar!"

Fu Hang was unusual, staring at the three orcs rushing in front, he had his own way.

With the Ember Bringer in his hands, he rushed in the direction of the orcs.

Before Sylvanas could react, Fuhang was already engaged with the orcs in the front row.

The cool sound of metal crashing shook everyone's eardrums. The blade of the Ash Bringer burst out with formidable power. A sword shook back the orc vanguard that rushed to the front. A legendary-level artifact, worthy of being a legendary-level artifact. Fuhang exclaimed.

The orcs at the front were repelled by a sweep of the sword. The orc warrior let out a few low roars and waved his hand at the orc warriors behind him, signaling to stop the charge, he was going to fight the young sword-wielding mage to the death.

Fuhang's purpose was achieved, and he succeeded in delaying the orcs. Fuhang has always understood the thoughts of the most simple orcs, their simple yearning for honor, not afraid of death, and not accounting for scheming is the biggest flaw of these orcs. Except for the Orcs and the cunning Warlock Orcs.

Fu Hang's eyes were solemn, and at the moment when he just fought, Fu Hang deeply felt the power of this orc vanguard. Even if he only has first-order strength, purely looking at the strength comparison, the soldiers of the third order of the human race may not be as good as him.

Strike first. Fuhang dragged the Ashbringer and ran. Since the power of the burst is not as good as his, then add a run-up and use inertia to fight with him for strength.

"Come on!" The orc vanguard clapped its chest and shouted, the roar shaking the sky. Beads of sweat flowed on the green lined chest, and under the sunlight, it looked like an unbroken stone Buddha.

To be precise, Fuhang has no hatred for this orc soldier. But now he's in the role of a human mage, and he's had to fight. "I rub, dare to taunt me! I'll hack you to death, a green-haired turtle. ”

The Ember Bringer of the rippling Holy Light was full of strength, and with the speed of his body, Fuhang picked up the Ember Bringer and slashed at the head of the orc vanguard.

The actual orc warrior did not use any moves and techniques, and he only relied on his strength and the power of the fixed-point burst to block Fuhang's attack. The Ember Messenger streaked in the air, leaving behind golden afterimages, and the effect of the legendary weapon was absolutely perfect. And what about power? Destroy the wither!

The orc vanguard picked up the black battle axe in his hand and faced the Ash Bringer, and the sheer collision of power left Fuhang's upper body completely unconscious. However, the Orc Vanguard was not much better than him, and the giant axe in his hand was obviously somewhat deformed.

The heavy blade of the axe was twisted by the Ash Bringer, and the handle of the axe trembled violently from the shock, and the orc vanguard did not hold the battle axe for a moment.

The black battle axe, which flew in the air, swirled, and landed in the camp of the orc troops.

Fu Hang held the Ember Bringer in one hand, and the golden tip of the Ashen Bringer's sword pointed at the center of the orc vanguard's eyebrows. Meaning, the confrontation of power - you lose.

The orc vanguard let out a few low roars, his chest rising and falling strongly. He also couldn't believe that he would lose to this mage with the Holy Light Sword in a confrontation of strength.

Fu Hang did not move to kill, he advised the orc vanguard: "Take you orc brothers back, and this battle will be over." ”

The orc vanguard was moved by Fuhang's Tiyì, but when he saw the orc brother who fell to the ground, his huge feet did not move a step.

"Don't worry, they're just a little hurt. No more than three people died. "Fuhang's unique perceptual ability to tell the orc vanguard.

The Orc Vanguard turned to look at his orc brothers, only to find that the orc brothers had not continued to shout for themselves. He had already failed, and as the leader of this army, he had failed in an upright confrontation.

Fu Hang walked into the orc army with courage, picked up the black battle axe and threw it to the orc vanguard, only in this way could they accept his own construction. Fuhang said: "Let's go, pack up your clothes, and look forward to your comeback." ”

The action of Fuhang had the desired effect. The orc vanguard lowered its head and carried its own black battle axe. He walked up to Fuhang and said, "Young human, we will see you again." This sentence is not mixed with any anger, on the contrary, it reveals a sense of respect.

Gianna looked at the rout orc army and looked at Fuhang in disbelief; "Fuhang, you have created a miracle! Never since I was a kid had I seen an orc show such respect for humans. ”

Fu Hang sat on the beach, and the consumption of the body just now was too great. He relaxed himself, made a "big" figure on the beach, and said to Gianna with a smile: "Aren't you too?" Commanding the mages, but not casting spells that would actually kill them. You, an eighth-order ** master, should be more than enough to deal with these three hundred first-order orc warriors. ”

Fu Hang said clearly. The words were true, but Gianna stopped in front of Fuhang in a daze.

"Fuhang, who the hell are you? How do you know that I am an eighth-order ** master" Gianna once again asked the origin of Fu Hang.

It's just that this time he asked extremely sternly.

Fuhang turned his head to face Gianna's face. Gianna's usual smiling face was gone, replaced by a formal and stern expression.

It's over, and it's leaking again! Fuhang had a palpitation, how could he tell Gianna's true strength. I'm only a second-level mage, huh? No, it's upgraded!

Fuhang put away the joy of the upgrade and guessed Gianna's thoughts. He is only a third-order mage, how can he have such strength, he can see the strength of an eighth-order mage clearly.

There must be some conspiracy in this, Gianna must have thought.

Sylvanas wanted to compliment Fuhang. Gianna's words also alerted her, but she was reluctant to believe that Fuhang was a dangerous human.