"Adam, Lawrence, Robert, you've all run over there, you fucking bastards!"

"Get out of the way of you orc villains and face the hammer of the King of the Hill."

"Warriors who are close to me in Kazmodan, stand behind me, do not fear, do not retreat, the strength of our dwarves is invincible!"

"Eat me with a hammer!"

Rumble!

The huge shockwave blasted countless broken corpses out, and Muradin Copperbeard, who had opened the state of 'Heavenly God Descending to Earth', blocked the face of countless orc armies like a god of war.

His originally short body was five or six meters tall at this time, and his whole body showed a rock-like texture, and the tomahawk and spear slashed at his body, as if they were slashed on metal, and they flew out directly, completely invulnerable.

Even the range of Muradin's combat skills has been expanded several times.

Thunder Strike! Boom, the electricity spread along the ground in all directions, and the shock wave knocked countless orcs back.

Ground Crack Slash! Boom, an axe went down, the earth scattered like ocean waves, and the shock wave smashed the orcs in a straight line.

Roar of Shock - Ha! The orcs who rushed to him were shocked and fell into a coma, and fell down one after another by a volley of dwarven musketeers behind Muradin.

Armed with a hammer and a tomahawk, Muradin slashed and slashed at the orcs.

Around the battlefield, there was an army of tens of thousands of orcs under black pressure, and there were seven or eight orc heroes and overseers, who were watching the battle that lasted for more than ten minutes.

Doomblade (Blackstone Overseer): "I'll go, this dwarf is too fierce." ”

Iron Wolf (Wolf Warrior Chief): "Don't be afraid, our soldiers have it, and they will consume him, this is an epic hero, we will send him if we take him, even if it is mixed with an assist plot point, it is absolutely indispensable." ”

Badao Ruthless (Badao Chief): "That's right, anyway, the time for his big move is almost up, and it will be time to see how long he can carry it - the warriors of the Badao clan, what are you waiting for, give it to Lao Tzu!" ”

Another wave of orc boar cavalry rushed forward, and Muradin skimmed the axe with a 'death metal whirlwind', and the battle axe spun in the air, twisting all the surrounding enemies in half, and finally falling back into his hands.

However, he was not a true god after all, and the rocky color of his body gradually receded, and his body began to quickly return to its normal size.

Heaven Roars (Warsong Overseer): "It's our turn, right?" If it drags on like this, the night is long and there are many dreams. ”

Ruthless (Chief of the Sword): "What's the hurry, I want to get on you, this kind of important plot character is very strong, when I beat that King Greymane before, I just didn't hold it, and I hung up several people, wait a minute, and when his blood is almost up, let's go up and collect people's heads." ”

Heaven roared helplessly, so he could only hold on to the thought of grabbing people's heads and wait patiently.

And at this moment, the king of the hill really looks like he can't bear it.

Without the hegemonic effect of the gods, under the siege of countless orcs, Muradin's blood volume suddenly began to decrease, feeling the passage of vitality and the decline of strength, Muradin couldn't help but sigh.

Is everything going to end, is this the end of your fate?

What an unwillingness—damn Adam!

He let out a final roar, ready to use his last strength to kill a few more orcs, but suddenly found that the orcs around him showed frightened expressions, and at the same time, the sky above him suddenly darkened.

When I looked up, something was falling from the sky.

Thundercloud incarnation - Thundercloud Fury!

A crimson thundercloud with destruction and thunder fell from the sky and landed in the pile of orcs in front of him.

Rumble! The massive explosion sent up a cloud of smoke and dust, and the violent shock wave knocked countless orcs flying, and even Muradin himself was almost buried in the dust.

The orc players watching the battle from a distance were taken aback.

Ruthless (Chief of the Sword): "Day, it's Edan Delon!" ”

Heaven Roars (Warsong Overseer): "The one who turns into a dragon!" ”

Ruthless (Chief of the Sword): "That's right, it's him, it's troublesome now." ”

Heaven roars (Warsong Overseer): "What about the dragon, we have so many brothers, can't we kill them together, and the reward will be even more - brothers kill me!" ”

Kill, kill, kill!

With the roar of the players, the surrounding orcs threw countless javelins, axes, bows and arrows towards the dragon.

There were more than a dozen Flame Walkers, shooting bursting fireballs.

Mo Fei had already prepared, and the moment he appeared, he directly turned on the hurricane armor, and the violent wind together immediately deflected countless throwing weapons out.

Those fireballs couldn't blow away, but fortunately, the resistance of the ancient dragon scales was enhanced, and a salvo shot down only lost more than a thousand blood.

Murphy didn't fight, grabbed Muradin from the pile of dead men with one claw, and was about to take off and run away.

Muradin didn't do it, "Wait a minute, my warriors are still down there, I can't leave them behind!" He struggled as he spoke.

Despite his small size, Muradin's strength was extremely amazing, and he actually broke free from the dragon's claws.

As soon as Murphy turned his head, he saw more than a hundred dwarves huddled in the corner of the abandoned barracks, defended by a stone wall with their backs to them, and many dwarven corpses around them, which looked like the last of Muradin's men.

It's just more than a hundred elite soldiers, can they be so desperate?

Edan Delon (Storm Dragon King): "Damn Muradin, I don't have the power to take them all!" Get out of here with me, it's our last chance! Wait until the future to kill a few more orcs to avenge them. ”

Muradin looked at the orcs who surrounded him again, but sighed, "You go, Aidan, I will never leave my warrior to escape alone, Odin is above, this is not the dwarf's style of doing things, I will be laughed to death by the big brother, maybe this is my fate - for Kazmodan!" ”

After saying that, the dwarves also shouted, obviously ready to fight to the death.

Murphy was speechless, the stubborn dwarf.

Turning around and looking at the orcs who came up again, there were tens of thousands of black pressures, even if he was a boss, it was enough to choke.

But if he really let him leave like this, Mo Fei was not reconciled.

It seems that I have to make a big move, and I hope that the big move combination I conceived earlier will work.

He suddenly changed back into human form, standing side by side with Muradin.

Muradin was taken aback, "What are you doing Aidan?" Don't be stupid, they are my responsibility, not yours, hurry up and leave, don't die here in vain. ”

Mo Fei glanced down at the dwarf, "No way, who let me be friends with a stubborn guy like you, abandon my friends and run away alone, this is not my style of doing things." ”

Murphy said, pulling out the Storm Keeper.

"And we don't necessarily have to die."

Muradin was stunned for a moment, "Aidan, you don't have to. ”

"Get out, go gather your warriors, and kill them with me in a while, while I haven't changed my mind."

Muradin's eyes glistened with tears, and he wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously, "Damn, I owe you Aidan once, I owe you once!" Brothers, throw away the useless muskets and artillery, take your weapons, and we'll kill them together! ”

The dwarven warriors threw away their muskets and cannons, took out their tomahawks and hammers, and loaded their muskets with bayonets if they did not have melee weapons.

And at this moment, the second wave of orcs had already rushed up again.

"Aidan, whatever you're going to do, you'd better hurry!"

Murphy turned a deaf ear to Muradin's urging, holding the sword in both hands, feeling the divine power contained in the sword.

Aidan (Prince Alterac): "Anoros, the great god of storms, I call you as the child of the storm, lend me your power to summon the sacred storm and cleanse the world of the vile things that dare to be your enemies." ”

He jerked his sword high in the air and activated the weapon effect.

Weapon Effect 1: Storm Evoke (limited to once per day). Summons a mini-storm that blows away over time on small units within the storm's radius, slows down units above medium size, and increases the storm's power and area of effect by consuming additional mana.

The wind whirled and whirled, and the air currents swirled around Murphy, expanding and turning louder and louder.

The orc soldiers rushed to a distance of a few dozen meters from him and stopped in disbelief, the wind became more and more violent, and there seemed to be some indescribable terrifying force mixed with it.

No way! It's not big enough!

It's a small storm, but it's really small enough, only a few hundred meters in range, and the wind is not strong enough to slow down ordinary orc infantry by 30%.

Such a storm is not enough to cover them to kill them.

Murphy began to inject his mana into the sword, and the storm began to slowly expand, and the wind became stronger and stronger.

However, Mo Fei's own mana is not too high, only about a thousand, and it looks like it is about to be exhausted, but the scope of the storm is still not large enough, and it has only expanded to a little more than a kilometer.

Good thing I prepared this.

He jerked out Sargeras's Ring of Domination and placed it on his hand.

Sargeras's Ring of Domination was already full of evil power because he didn't use it much, but he wasn't ready to use it, even if he summoned the Rain of Chaos or summoned a group of demons, it would be useless under the siege of so many orcs.

What he really wants to do is to use this artifact to enhance the power of the storm, the evil energy is the most primitive chaos magic, and it can also be injected into the storm.

With Mo Fei's will, the power of evil energy was frantically injected into the sword body.

The sword body made a terrifying humming sound,

The artifact is worthy of being an artifact, and the effect of 1000 points of evil power is much stronger than the 1000 points of mana of Mo Fei.

The storm began to expand in an instant, and an evil green cloud appeared in the storm, with the effect of the wind spreading and spreading, forming a terrifying cloud of evil energy, the scope of the storm expanded again, and the wind became amazingly strong, in the blink of an eye, the scope of the storm spread to a range of more than ten kilometers, even the Chinese army camp dozens of kilometers away, can be clearly seen.

At this moment, the Alliance and the Horde on the battlefield all looked in the direction of the storm.

"What's going on?"

"It's the Right Army, someone is using some kind of terrible magic!"

"Is it orc magic?"

"It's kind of like it, but it doesn't seem to be the same."

In the temporary camp of the Central Route Army, people were whispering, Uther's face was solemn, and Godwin behind him was even more deep-sighted.

Who unleashed such a terrible power...... It must be investigated.

And the tribal players who faced this storm were even more stunned.

"Is there a mistake with your sister? Can I still play this game? It's so fucking unbalanced. ”

"What kind of skill is this? Full-screen ultimate, how is this, I rely on it. ”

"GM, is GM here, someone is openly hanging, someone is in charge of no one? Someone cares and no one cares? ”

This group of orc players blew up directly.

Mo Fei was also a little surprised, the hand holding the storm controller also couldn't help trembling, the power of the artifact + plot weapon was even greater than he expected, and the terrifying storm wind containing the power of evil energy was amazing, making it difficult for the orcs under the storm, and the army of tens of thousands of orcs pushed and shouted, completely at a loss.

This super big control is really a bit powerful, but it seems that there is no distinction between the enemy and me, and the dwarves behind him are also blown so that they can't raise their heads.

Mo Fei glanced back, it was really a bit troublesome to kill it like this, but it had reached this situation, he was not in a hurry, what to run, Lao Tzu was so awesome, it would be over.

As long as you kill all these orcs, won't it be considered a successful breakthrough?

As the Storm Dragon King, fighting in this storm is the home advantage.

Suddenly withdraw the sword, the storm has formed at this point, and there is no need to continue casting.

"Muradin, take you and prepare to go, I will open a path for you."

Mo Fei said, once again incarnated as the Storm Dragon King, soaring into the air, but the storm did not hinder him, Mo Fei's figure shuttled through the storm, and the black army of tens of thousands of orcs below was as small as ants in his eyes at this time.

At this moment, a message appeared in the private message channel.

Ruthless: Brother Aidan, is that you? Give us a face, Muradin, give it to us, the price is easy to say.

The domineering and ruthless Mo Fei still has a little impression, at the beginning of Dagger Ridge, it was this thing that sold the army of wolf cavalry roaring in hell to them, but I didn't expect to meet it again today.

However, Murphy is not in the mood to reminisce at all, and his brother is not for sale.

Edandron: Fuck off the orcs, noble dragons can be bought by such a despicable inferior race, and flee here with your soldiers, this is your only chance to reap the mercy of the Storm Dragon King.

Ruthless: Okay, you're awesome, don't blame the brothers for being ruthless, don't forget that you're only one person, we have tens of thousands of troops, and we're piling you to death.

Edandron: You and other mortals, and in my eyes, are all ants.

This reply made Badao ruthless and almost scolded, and said in his heart that I don't know how to take your pretend.

Don't say anything, let's do it.

He nodded coldly at the Overseer chieftains, and the horns of the attack were immediately sounded.

An army of tens of thousands of orcs - moved.

In the face of the attack of tens of thousands of orcs, Mo Fei was fearless, at this time he had already opened up the distance between him and the dwarves, there was not a single friendly unit around, all of them were enemies, and there were tens of thousands, just enough to trigger his hero specialty - [Lonely Brave]

Specialty Effect: When you are surrounded by enemies (10 enemies or greater), you will gain 5% additional attribute stacks, the more enemies there are, the higher the stat stacks, up to a maximum of 50%.

Your skills will also have a higher chance of reaching their power cap. 】

Generally speaking, the power of spells fluctuates, especially lightning skills, and the upper and lower limits are very different.

But with the talent of the lonely brave, it is equivalent to the highest damage every time.

At the same time, Murphy has-

Stormchild - 50% lightning damage increase,

Dragon Thunder Initial Solution - All Lightning Skills come with 10% True Damage.

Thunderbringer – All of your Thunderbolt skills are 10% more powerful, and when you're fighting in a storm, all of your Thunderbolt skills are increased by an additional 30%.

With so many specialty buffs stacked up, the power of Murphy's skills at this time has reached an incomparably terrifying level.

At this time, Mo Fei faced tens of thousands of orcs, stood directly in the air, stood on the stake and read the note, and began to use his dragon ability.

Dragon Thunderstorm!

In the surrounding storm, a strange red color suddenly appeared. The power of the dragon and thunder converged in the storm, the dark green of the evil energy and the red of the dragon and thunder echoed each other, and the scene in the sky was extremely strange for a while

The difference is that the green of the evil energy is more like a sound and light effect, but the dragon thunder brings destruction in an instant.

A crimson dragon thunder blasted down, and the dozen or so orcs gathered together were instantly blasted into charcoal.

The second and third paths, dragon thunder rained down, and because tens of thousands of orcs were crowded together, almost every dragon thunder would hit a pile.

Splash damage, conduction damage, every time the dragon thunder blasts down, the dense damage number is almost uncountable.

The orcs below don't even know where to run, so they can only charge while throwing long-range weapons and arrows to attack.

But in the storm there is simply no hit rate at all.

The wind not only slows down movement, but also makes it easy for the caster's bar reading ability to be interrupted.

Some shamans tried to communicate with the wind elementals to quell this terrifying storm, but to no avail.

Looking at the swiping screen-like kill prompt, Mo Fei felt faintly happy in his heart, and at the same time, he also gave birth to a kind of spirit that looked at everything.

A psychology that is arrogant to mortals.

And so it was...... These tiny orcs ...... In front of the power of the Storm Dragon King...... Isn't it really as insignificant as an ant?

He thought in his heart, unleashing the power of thunder even more frantically, his will seemed to merge with the storm, and he controlled the landing point of every thunderbolt to his heart's content.

The orcs below were bombarded in pieces, and the explosions of dragon and thunder came and went, flesh and blood flew sideways, and electricity shot everywhere, like purgatory.

(End of chapter)