Chapter 433: Tit for Tat

Even though each magic tower was guarded by a small team of elven guards and two or three rangers to protect the mages within, over ten mage teams in the towers were still attacked, with two or three towers losing all their mages in battle.

However, after losing their invisibility and unable to use the "Windwalk" skill consecutively, the rangers engaged in fierce combat with the blademasters.

Samuro's goal was to take down Duke, the human who had repeatedly obstructed the Horde's victory. Only by eliminating him could the tide of this battle, and even the entire war between the Alliance and the Horde, be completely turned.

Does the course of history not change according to human will?

Nonsense!

The power of a great leader is irreplaceable.

The judgments and decisions brought by a great leader are absolutely the main factors guiding the entire organization towards success or failure!

Perhaps assassination is despicable.

But it's a duty that cannot be shirked.

He was well aware that this was a very, very risky move, but his warrior's blood was stimulating him, and the adrenaline rapidly secreted in his body put him in a state of extreme excitement. His heart rate accelerated, the blood in every vein in his body was circulating at high speed, but his mind was clear.

He charged at Duke on top of a magic tower at high speed.

When he saw Duke, who had been expressionless and looking into the distance, suddenly cast his gaze at him and his blademaster squad, a cruel and cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth - it was the smile of a hunter looking at his prey.

Not good!

Duke was prepared!?

Indeed, from the moment Samuro killed King Aiden Perenolde, Duke had made up his mind to take down Samuro and the blademasters of the Burning Blade clan.

There are a thousand days to be a thief, but not a thousand days to guard against one.

Excluding the disgusting undead, there is only one Duke in the world who can resurrect. Other key figures, even the most capable Lothar, can't say for sure that he can avoid Samuro's ambush. Other Burning Blade blademasters are easy to deal with, but Samuro must die!

The top-level "Windwalk" and "Critical Strike" skills, along with his rich combat experience, if assassination fails, he fights head-on, if he can't win head-on, he runs away, such a shameless guy, if not kill you, then who?

These are all key factors that make Samuro a must-kill target for Duke.

Duke also arranged a large number of wisp spirits around him. Unlike ordinary wisp spirits, these wisp spirits are all disguised as various things, either stones or a pile of scattered supplies, all the most common things on the battlefield. They don't sound an alarm directly, but connect directly to Duke's system.

In front of so many wisp spirits, Samuro and his blademaster squad had nowhere to hide.

"Have you written your last will, Samuro?" Accompanied by Duke's cold voice, Duke suddenly raised both hands, and the fingers that were spread out instantly clenched into fists. A flame immediately rose under Samuro's feet.

The sound of the explosion roared on the long street, and of course, any invisibility was immediately broken.

Including Samuro, three out of the nine blademasters were blown away, and they turned into a pile of charred meat in mid-air because they couldn't withstand the intense explosion.

The remaining six were mostly covered in dust, with only Samuro in a slightly better condition, but he was also in a sorry state.

"Go—" Samuro shouted to the remaining blademasters.

Blademasters are not suited for harsh environments and battlefields with widespread and persistent damage.

The price of excessively polarizing attack power, speed, and evasion ability is relative physical weakness. They are not like many orcs who are born with a certain elemental resistance. As for magical damage, they almost take it all.

What made Samuro most uneasy was that huge ice walls were rising from all directions at the same time. In the blink of an eye, it had grown from one person high to two people high, and it was rapidly closing in—this was to form a huge ice dome and trap all of them, the blademasters, inside!

"Roar—" Samuro let out a beast-like roar, leading the way with a flurry of blade light to protect himself, and dashed out like a streak of arrow light.

At the same moment, at least five green figures rushed from outside.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The continuous sound of weapon clashes merged into one, two blademasters fell from the sky as corpses, and three blademasters were knocked back.

Samuro and a slender figure exchanged thirteen attacks in an instant, and both sides retreated. Samuro returned to the range covered by the ice dome, while the other party flew back three body lengths in mid-air, a blush on her beautiful face.

But when Samuro looked up, he found that the ice dome was unknowingly less than ten feet away from closing. He now saw his opponent clearly, a beautiful silver-haired high elf woman from a human perspective.

Her skills and talents were not bad, but her momentum was still a bit lacking.

The two female elves who had just killed his two subordinates were rushing up again. Samuro had a vague premonition that this was his last strike. If he failed, he would lose his last chance to escape.

And indeed it was.

The Windrunner sisters, Haduron, and Lor'themar, especially the latter two, were pulled here by Duke after the first round of shooting. It can be said without exaggeration that the six strongest rangers of the time were all here, just to ambush Samuro.

This had to show Duke's emphasis on Samuro.

The one who exchanged blows with Samuro was Vereesa. She was at a slight disadvantage, but she created an opportunity for Alleria and Sylvanas's second attack. Two slender figures were about to engage in a fight with Samuro.

Samuro gritted his teeth and directly activated "Bladestorm".

Six figures flashed away again, they surrounded Samuro but didn't approach him at all, letting Samuro vent his anger at the air.

"Bladestorm" can't be stopped as soon as it's said. The price of its devastating attack power is reduced mobility and exhaustion after the big move.

Duke wasn't annoyed, he just leisurely gathered an ice ball the size of a carriage and threw it over.

"You're good at chopping, aren't you? How about shaving some ice for me?" Duke taunted.

Alleria was fine, she held back. But Vereesa, with a low sense of humor, laughed out loud.

Six elven ranger heroes stood in six positions, staring at Samuro.

At this moment, Samuro was like a clown dancing in the enemy's cage, both ridiculous and sad.

He was unwilling!

He was reluctant!

Knowing that the chances of escape and victory were slim. He still entered the invisible state of "Windwalk" the moment "Bladestorm" stopped.

He wanted to make a final dying strike at Duke, no, at any high elf powerhouse present.