Chapter 106: Demon Chains

Without thinking, Garona lifted her shield and turned her head to the left. Just in time to see an eerie, phantom-like white hand made of arcane energy appear just above her left shoulder. The nimble, human-like Mage Hand almost captured all of Garona's attention, causing her to forget about the danger and ignore everything else in the world. Her entire field of vision was focused on this arcane hand made of energy.

The palm of the Mage Hand fired off blue-purple elliptical orbs of light that dispersed all the flames that were shot at them.

The crimson flames, which had lost the support of their mysterious power, quickly withered away in the void, giving people a feeling of clarity and purity. But it wasn't over yet. If the demons had shot a rain of flame arrows, then Duke's retaliation was the true barrage that filled their field of vision.

These small and inferior demons were clearly not good at close combat. Garona and her comrades were confident that if they could get close to them, they could easily teach them a lesson with their longswords.

However, on the way to charge towards them, who knew how many people would fall. Garona had a preliminary estimate in her mind.

If they wanted to stop these monsters that kept pouring into the room, they would need at least thirty people to barely do it. However, under Duke's terrifying barrage of Arcane Missiles, these small demons were like chicken and dogs, directly pushed back.

They died by having their necks broken and suffocating, by having their chests exploded, and by having their brains pierced and blown up by the missiles inside their skulls... Pieces and pieces of these small, inferior demons were like mowing grass, flying and dying in all directions.

Clearly having the upper hand, Duke suddenly shouted, "Everyone, suppress the small demons that come out of the portal." Rarely did Duke fight for everyone's time to charge. The warriors swung their longswords and approached those crimson portals, standing on the side of the door, giving each daring little demon that jumped into this big room a precise and fierce blow. Duke's cheek muscles twitched for some reason.

This reminded him of playing Whack-A-Mole... There was another important reason why Duke's Arcane Missile attack couldn't continue -- Garona had been hit. [Demon Chains] In this room filled with runes and magic circles, it was obvious that Felhoof could manipulate space to some extent. When Garona was happily chasing and hacking at Felhoof, she suddenly found herself teleported.

The scene before her eyes changed in an instant, and she suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. A thick and evil-looking Demon Chain, emanating strange evil energy, shot out of the blood-red magic circle on the ground and tightly bound Garona.

"Ugh--Mm--Hn--" Garona's arms and thighs were bulging with muscles from exertion, and her incredibly toned muscle lines were clearly visible. However, even though her neck was as thick as two thunder tubes, she still couldn't move the Demon Chain on her body at all. Orcs were never lacking in strength, but unfortunately, mysterious power couldn't be easily shaken with brute force.

Lothar seemed to want to go save Garona but was stopped by Duke.

"I'll go, you go after Felhoof!" Lothar said.

Despite not understanding why Duke made such an arrangement, Lothar still followed it. With a gorgeous sword radiating a faint golden glow, Lothar swung it through the air and created a brilliant arc of light, striking Felhoof.

As a demon who enjoys inflicting pain, the satyr not only has impressive spellcasting abilities but also formidable melee fighting skills.

Seeing Lothar's imposing presence, Felhoof pulled out a huge curved blade from somewhere and engaged in a fierce battle with Lothar. He attacked with his right hand holding the sword and his left hand wielding his claws, striking quickly and fiercely, overwhelming Lothar.

Duke ignored Lothar.

If Lothar were to be taken out like this, he would not be worthy of being called the "Lion of Stormwind" in the future. He redirected his firepower and suddenly launched an attack on Garona...and her chains.

This was not an easy task.

In the real world, there was no spell that made it so simple and convenient to avoid injuring allies.

If Duke hit Garona, it would count as a hit. Even though Garona had a physique beyond that of a human and was essentially a hero-level orc, Duke had serious doubts as to whether his barrage of arcane missiles could hit her while she was still free to move. But when she was restrained, Garona was a sitting duck.

Seeing the torrential rain of arcane missiles pouring down, Garona's face showed fear for the first time.

Most orcs have simple and ignorant minds and are easily awed when faced with the unknown. Before the rise of orc warlocks, they transferred their awe of the unknown and mysterious to the shamans. Therefore, orc shamans often have a high status.

Similarly, even though she was a half-breed, Garona still inherited her reverence for the mysterious.

Seeing so many arcane missiles, Garona almost suspected that Duke was trying to kill her.

However...that was not the case.

Duke was well aware of Garona's place in the river of fate in Azeroth. Perhaps one day, he would lay hands on Garona, but definitely not now.

Like a torrential rain, the arcane missiles accurately struck those crimson demonic chains.

Originally, Duke was worried that his spell might not be able to break the demonic chains made by Terestian, who was a boss-level entity. But it seemed that Lothar's mysterious sword had restrained Felhoof, or that Felhoof's spell had flaws or some kind of strange setting.

Duke's attack worked.

Under the assault of arcane missiles that rained down like a storm, the thick blood-red chains emitted a series of intense "clink-clank" sounds and burst inch by inch in the peripheral vision of Garona and Lothar.

Garona roared in anger as she regained her freedom and gave Duke a grateful look before charging forward once again.

Terestian, taken aback by the ferocity of Duke's firepower, was caught off guard.

As if rehearsed countless times, the coordination between Lothar and Garona was incredibly precise.

Lothar launched a fierce frontal assault, showcasing his mastery of swordplay. In the face of Terestian's counterattacks, Lothar's shield was always in the perfect position to deflect most of the force, rendering Terestian's strikes useless. And when Terestian exposed a weakness, Lothar delivered a swift and deadly strike.

Garona, on the other hand, focused solely on playing the assassin from behind.

Her attacks, as a half-orc female assassin, made Terestian's scalp tingle. His tough demon skin and thick fur were no match for Garona's fierce continuous slashes. In no time, Terestian's back became a blur of motion.

Terestian attempted to retreat to avoid being caught between the two, but Garona's swift sweep almost sent him tumbling to the ground.

At this moment, a slightly larger imp than the others jumped out.

Duke narrowed his eyes and focused on this larger imp.

Kil'rek! Terestian's closest combat partner.

As Terestian's trusted ally, Kil'rek was no pushover, but unfortunately, he ran into Duke.

Summoned just moments ago, Kil'rek hadn't yet figured out what was happening when he was blasted away by a huge, ethereal hand.