Chapter 164: Clash of the Three Heroes - Part 2

The situation before them made the three Horde heroes furrow their brows.

To advance or not to advance?

That was a serious question.

Advance? The swirling blizzard inside was no joke. Seeing the sharp ice pillars constantly revolving, anyone would feel a chill down their spine.

Not advance? Tens of thousands of elite Horde soldiers were watching them, and Warchief Blackhand had given a death order. No matter how many died, they must tear apart the arrogant human mage who dared to challenge them publicly.

Retreat was not an option!

Saurfang, Kargath, and Orgrim looked at each other as they reappeared.

Unexpectedly, it was the Blademaster who made the first move.

Abandoning the invisibility effect of his Wind Walk, the orcish Blademaster leaped into the icy barrier surrounding Duke, more than a hundred meters in diameter, and began to swing his sword wildly.

In Saurfang's defiant eyes, endless killing intent surged. Duke had to die! Any human who dared to challenge the glory of the Horde must die, their deaths serving as a blood sacrifice for the brethren who perished in the magical flames!

Sword light danced, dazzling the eyes.

The unparalleled whirlwind of sword light, like a relentless tornado, soon formed a storm of sword qi.

The terrifying damage from the sword light even exceeded the range of the blades, creating a torrent of sword qi that continuously cut into Duke's barrier.

Daniel, stunned, held Duke's flag and murmured, "What kind of skill is this?"

"Bladestorm, the signature skill of the Burning Blade clan's Blademasters," Duke sneered.

He knew the Blademaster's fighting techniques like the back of his hand.

"If that's all you've got, then you can die!"

Duke set his sights on Saurfang. Unlike the robust Kargath and Orgrim, the powerful Saurfang was an assassin, while the other two were warriors.

In some ways, the Blademaster was similar to a mage, both possessing immense offensive and destructive capabilities but having fragile bodies in comparison.

No, the Blademaster was even more extreme.

With only the Mirror Image technique as a life-saving skill, the Blademaster relied on multiple clones to confuse enemies.

But Duke was least afraid of Mirror Images. With the system spirit's scanning, he could always identify the real one in the shortest time possible.

Of course, Duke had a simpler and more violent method.

In the next moment, he suddenly raised his left hand, and after an exaggerated snap of his fingers, he swung his hand down forcefully.

This time, Duke combined his Glacial Chill and Frost Nova to create a new technique – the Rapid Avalanche.

As his arm swung down, all the space within Duke's wide-ranging ice barrier, except for himself, Daniel, and a ten-meter radius behind them, was instantly frozen.

Initially, Saurfang thought he could withstand the cold by spinning faster, but he soon realized that his rotations were becoming slower and his movements more sluggish, like a spinning top about to lose all its momentum.

This was bad!

For a moment, Duke almost believed he could kill Saurfang in an instant.

Just as Duke opened his right hand, making a clenched-fist gesture, preparing to crush Saurfang with a giant ice hand conjured out of thin air, Orgrim intervened.

The mighty Doomhammer slammed down, creating a visible molten fissure that tore through Duke's icy barrier and perfectly channeled the scorching heat into Saurfang's Bladestorm, which was on the verge of stalling.

With the influx of high temperatures, Saurfang suddenly had enough strength to resist Duke's chilling powers. The once nearly stagnant Blade Storm now displayed its astonishing destructive power once again.

The rapidly spinning blades, carrying extreme heat capable of evaporating all moisture in the surrounding airspace, quickly devoured a quarter of Duke's protective shield.

Duke's face darkened even further.

"I knew that Doomhammer wasn't some cheap blue-quality trinket!" Duke cursed.

As Orgrim's signature weapon, the Doomhammer had never been an ordinary weapon. Soaked in lava for years, the Doomhammer possessed a ridiculously powerful fire elemental force. However, even now, it was not at its highest level.

Like Lothar's Sword of Kings, when a weapon gathers the will and belief of countless people of a race, that weapon, even if made of ordinary iron, can ascend to at least the level of a demigod artifact.

Not to mention, the Doomhammer was never ordinary to begin with.

It's no exaggeration to say that after becoming Warchief of the Horde, Orgrim's strength would be at least doubled.

The next moment, Kilrogg Deadeye joined the fray.

Wielding two short axes less than half a meter long, Kilrogg transformed into a berserker. His axe blades carried a strange power, drastically reducing the frosty aura of Duke's shield with each swing.

Duke's already dark face turned even darker, barely looking better than the bottom of a pot.

"Screw it! Every hero of the Horde is a freak! I'm not playing with you guys anymore! Daniel, let's go!"

A true scoundrel should be united in their scoundrel spirit, harming others from miles away with their scoundrel aura.

As the three Horde heroes revealed their trump cards, Duke quickly realized that these were only part of their arsenals. Defeating them was still too early for him at this stage.

So, Duke decided to retreat without a word!

Grabbing Daniel, he backed away.

Due to the angle from the mountainside to the peak, it wasn't until this moment that the three Horde heroes realized in astonishment that Duke had hidden a gryphon not far behind him.

With no intention of fighting to the death with the Horde heroes, Duke swiftly mounted the gryphon waiting behind him.

The gryphon didn't understand why Duke was suddenly leaving the fight, but with its excellent training, it let out an unsatisfied screech and took off as soon as it sensed its temporary master's command.

"Duke Markus! If you're still a man, come down and fight me one-on-one!" Seeing Duke fleeing, Orgrim was nearly driven mad. He couldn't understand why this seemingly powerful human mage would even think of running away.

Hadn't he already suppressed the three of them?

"Orgrim, if you're still a man, come to Stormwind Fortress and fight me one-on-one in front of a hundred thousand human soldiers; ganging up with other Horde heroes and then talking about a one-on-one fight? I spit on you!" The gryphon's ascent was swift, and in the blink of an eye, Duke rose to a height of thirty meters.

Having been retorted in Orcish by Duke, Orgrim was left speechless. Duke was right; they were all renowned heroes of the Horde!

Just as Duke was about to make his escape, a shrill, piercing howl echoed through the air, rapidly approaching from a distance. (To be continued.)