Chapter 139 "Fair" Showdown The constant
flow of fresh souls coming to the door makes Ursalus very happy.
The strength of orcs is generally not good.
The spiritual energy they provide is of average quality.
But the upper and lower limits of these orcs' souls fluctuate greatly.
Occasionally, some special orc souls appear.
They can provide very high quality psychic energy.
The only person who made Ursalus feel unhappy was that hateful high elf mage.
That abominable high elf mage is definitely the hardest target to deceive!
He has no ambition to dominate the world, but he is unwilling to let himself go and look for ambitious idiots to fool him.
Being controlled by a puppet without intelligence like this, it is impossible to display your true strength at all.
Although he was deeply resentful of Harad, Ursalus had no way to counterattack.
Ever since it was killed by the fallen titan Sargeras and its soul was imprisoned in the artifact scythe, it was destined to be just a tool.
Ursalus can forcibly extract the soul of the holder when the holder is careless.
There have been many demonic warriors of the Burning Legion who have controlled Urthalus in history.
However, they all died at the hands of Ursales.
Ursales thought he was hiding a good secret, but Herad knew it all too well!
Since it can bite its owner back, don't give it any chance.
As long as the soulless arcane puppet controls it, there will be no threat at all.
In the face of such highly targeted measures, no conspiracy of Ursales could be implemented.
After all, all it has left now is a deceptive mouth!
What's the difference between the Dread Lord, who can't deceive people, and trash?
Its only function is to perform the basic duties of a weapon.
Of course, Ursales has been very cooperative so far.
When the small arcane puppet was killing with it, it never lost its chain.
Hundreds of kilometers away from the cliff tower, Herad and Alleria watched the live broadcast of the battlefield comfortably.
This kind of battle where one rider can defeat a thousand people and cut the grass without equal is actually not interesting if you watch it too much.
Seeing the orc infantry falling like wheat, Alleria yawned lazily, and then leaned in Herad's arms in an inconspicuous manner.
She looked at the battle situation which had no suspense at all, and was very disdainful of the strength of the orcs.
"These guys are too weak, there is no challenge at all!"
Herad nodded in sympathy and said: "Well, none of these orcs can fight!"
While the two were chatting, Herad saw a The orcs' equipment is eye-catching.
The orc race has a very strict status division.
The restrictions on what kind of armor should be worn in any position were very rigid and could not be exceeded.
The surface of the orc's armor was inlaid with many spikes.
There are two strange metal decorations protruding from the back of its breastplate.
The metal decoration resembles a scimitar, but there are spikes on the blade, making it look ferocious and flamboyant.
Wearing such a cool armor on the battlefield will definitely make you a target of fire.
It’s almost the same as seeking death!
According to Herard's many years of gaming experience, this set of armor should only be used by warlords.
Herod, who discovered the treasure, patted Alleria's arm excitedly.
"Sister, look over there! That orc may be the warlord!"
Alleria immediately became interested when she heard the words orc warlord.
A warlord is a powerful figure who commands tens of thousands of troops.
Without two brushes, I wouldn't be able to climb up to this position.
She looked at the orc pointed by Herard and found that it looked really unusual.
The flamboyant spiked armor can attract the enemy's hatred.
The battle ax in his hand is a very special light blue color.
There is no metal of this color in Azeroth.
It is estimated to be high-end metal from Draenor.
An orc who can hold such a weapon is definitely not bad at strength.
Alleria was very curious about the combat capabilities of the special orcs.
"How is its strength? It looks like it has some strength."
Herard nodded affirmatively and began to instill in Alleria the importance of having good equipment.
"Well, this orc warlord's equipment is very good, and his strength should be pretty good!
If the orc warriors have powerful weapons, they would even dare to challenge the demigods!" As he spoke, he gave the small arcane puppet an order to attack the orc warlord.
Small Arcane Golems did not launch a surprise attack with Super Charge.
It cleared away the incoming orc infantry and strode towards the fortress where the orc warlord was, giving the orc warlord a fair chance to fight.
The enemy's target intention is so clear that it is impossible for the orc warlord to continue to watch the battle.
By this time, it could no longer care about the precious tomahawk.
It roars to inspire fury, then leaps close to the battlefield and launches a fearless charge towards the enemy.
The warlord went into battle in person, and the morale of the orc infantry was raised to its peak.
The orc warlord is called Blair Bloodaxe, and he is the chief of a small clan.
However, its combat effectiveness ranks relatively high on the orc warrior rankings.
The energy of anger wrapped around the adamantine battle axe, dyeing it blood red.
The adamantine battle ax that charged towards the small arcane puppet was blocked by the darker blood-red sickle.
The sharp noise caused by the fierce collision of the two weapons made the ears of the orc infantry who were relatively close buzz.
They even doubted whether the two weapons had been smashed into pieces.
However, such a rapid collision did not cause any damage to the artifact sickle and adamantine battle axe.
The material of the adamantine battle ax is indeed very good.
And it was still chopped on the back of the divine weapon sickle.
The small arcane puppet deliberately let go and blocked the first attack with the back of its knife.
Then it became serious, swung the bloody sickle, and slashed at the orc warlord quickly.
Blair has rich combat experience and is very flexible.
It moved nimbly and dodged this round of extremely fast slashes.
Seeing the flexible pace displayed by the orc warlord, Herad and Alleria were surprised.
The orc warrior, who is tall and thick, can be so flexible!
Herard was very suspicious that this guy might have received training as a sword master.
He instructs the small arcane golem to use a copycat version of Bladestorm to deal with it.
The enemy suddenly spun at high speed, shocking Blair.
Blade Storm is the signature skill of the Juggernaut, how come the enemy learned it!
Fortunately, it had received guidance from the Sword Master, and its movements were more agile than ordinary warriors, and could barely keep up with the rhythm of Blade Storm.
Most of the sharp blades that rotated at high speed were dodged by it.
If you really can't dodge it, use your adamantine battle ax to block it.
But Blade Storm's attacks are too intensive!
The fine gold battle ax was cut one after another.
Seeing the damage to the precious tomahawk, Blair's anger grew stronger and stronger.
The continuously generated angry energy is injected into the adamantine battle axe, reducing the damage of the adamantine battle axe.
However, as the sharp blade continued to cut, the adamantine battle ax was about to break.
Once the adamantine battle ax is cut off, its fate is ended.
Blair struggled to hold on for about seven or eight seconds, and finally he could no longer hold on.
However, the small arcane golem is still very kind.
Instead of cutting the enemy into pieces, it slammed into the orc warlord, sending him flying dozens of meters.
Although several ribs were broken, the orc warlord was able to escape from the strangulation range of Blade Storm.
The orc warlord, who was knocked half to death, leaned weakly against the edge of the fortress.
The small arcane puppet did not continue to pursue, but raised its hand and fired fireballs around, setting the wooden houses on fire.
Seeing his camp almost ablaze, Blair's resentment towards the enemy deepened.
But the absolute gap in strength and equipment cannot be leveled by an outburst of anger.
The hard part of the warrior profession is reflected here.
I can't fight anymore, I can't run anymore.
And there is no way to save one's life.
Even if the small arcane golem is not chasing him, Blair will die in the harsh environment of the Burning Plains.
After all, the current Burning Plains is not the back garden of the Black Dragon Legion.
Blair can't get any help from the black dragon or black dragon people in this hellish place.
This largest orc fortress in the Burning Plains was quickly destroyed by small arcane puppets!
Normally during the holidays I will update one more chapter.
(End of chapter)