Chapter 259: Formidable Enemies Gather

Another tornado-like attack came, but compared to Grom's Whirlwind Slash, Blade Storm was the true tornado and the ultimate killing move!

A horrifying tornado, forged from blood and gore, swirled on the hill.

Under the powerful spinning, Tirion, Llane, and Bolvar lost their perception of the mysterious Swordmaster behind the sneak attack. They could only barely see a spinning green figure within the raging wind.

Llane retreated with his sword, while the royal guards at his side fearlessly charged forward, only to be instantly ground into minced meat.

Watching the familiar faces he had known for years become casualties under the enemy's blade, Llane almost wanted to disregard everything and charge into the storm of sword qi to fight to the death.

Bolvar Fordragon forcefully pushed back, trying to use his sturdy shoulder armor to push Llane away from the deadly range. However, the enemy pursued relentlessly, determined to kill Llane at any cost.

This was no longer swordsmanship; the spinning body generated countless sword qi that seemed like real blades, slashing through everything attempting to block its path.

Human bodies clad in standard iron armor, thickened iron-covered wooden shields, the trenches dug around the mountain, and even the stone bunkers – all appeared so sturdy.

Yet, all these seemingly indestructible things became sacrifices to this terrifying meat grinder.

Human bodies were horizontally sliced into pieces, so mangled that one could hardly recognize them.

The large shields were reduced to debris.

Trenches were instantly widened.

The stone bunkers had their roofs blown away.

The attack of the frenzied Swordmaster was beyond human imagination.

In an instant, Llane accepted reality with sudden calmness. He was grateful for Tirion Fordring's last-minute arrival and knew it was a critical move from Duke. However, such power was not something mere mortals could resist, right?

Listening to the approaching sound of slicing, Llane helplessly closed his eyes with a bitter smile.

One second.

Two seconds.

Five seconds…

The cutting sound that signaled death never came. Instead, there was a powerful clash of metal not far in front of him.

Tirion's towering figure stood like a nail between him and Simons, with the Blade Storm striking him.

Countless blades? Torn to pieces?

None of these situations occurred. Instead, Llane saw a holy golden light emitting from an oval-shaped barrier surrounding Tirion. It was this barrier that withstood the seemingly unbeatable Blade Storm.

Was this… divine shield?

Duke was also taken aback by the system sprite's report.

"Congratulations, because you urgently dispatched Tirion Fordring to the eastern battlefield in time, he managed to save King Llane. King Llane's attitude towards you has improved."

Duke understood the meaning of life and death, but he was more interested in Tirion's two skills.

Blessing of Protection: Use the power of the Holy Light to protect an ally, allowing any type of damage they receive to be partially shared by the user of the blessing.

Divine Shield: Channel the Holy Light within the body, using its power to make oneself immune to all attacks for a few seconds.

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In this world, the Holy Light seems to be even more powerful than one could imagine!

There, witnessing that his powerful attack couldn't defeat King Llane, the mysterious Blademaster reluctantly retreated. His figure vanished into the air, and after unleashing his ultimate attack, he would likely be weakened for a significant amount of time. Such a terrifying move, concentrating all his strength in an instant, would not come without a cost.

He wouldn't have to worry about that guy for a long time.

At that moment, through the vision of the Eye of the Mage, he saw Turalyon, sent by Duke, rescue King Llane. A round of enthusiastic applause erupted in the command center.

"Amazing, Marshal!"

"Heavens, how did you think of that?"

Duke was flattered, as this praise came from the five kings of the Alliance. Although he had saved his own leader, rescuing Llane also helped the other kings. In the face of a great enemy, no one wanted the Alliance to fall apart.

"Alright, now all we need to do is..." Duke didn't finish his sentence when he saw a hunched figure appear within the sight of the Eye of the Mage.

In the next instant, the Eye of the Mage was destroyed.

However, Duke saw that two areas, each the size of four football fields, had descended on the two hilltop positions nearest to the harbor.

Eight football fields of raining fire, could this be the work of an ordinary Warlock?

Duke and Archmage Antonidas looked out the window, watching the distant hillsides ablaze with fire, and the Fire Elementals writhing in pain, waving their bodies... Each tiny Fire Elemental in their sight was an elite member of the Alliance!

On the hillside, the volume of screams suddenly doubled, then quickly went silent.

On the beach, cheers erupted from the Horde.

With the help of the system sprite, a figure that was initially just a small black dot in Duke's sight rapidly expanded. It was a hunched Orc holding an evil skull-headed staff. His face was old, his movements unsteady, and his back was covered with several large bone spikes.

It felt like this guy could fall dead any moment without anyone even touching him.

But Duke would never underestimate this Orc, who stood upon the waves, swaying with the rise and fall of the water. He was the terrifying presence that stood at the end of the path of worldly evil.

Duke's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, his face turning a ghastly pale as he managed to utter three words.

"Gul'dan!"

Duke was certain that Gul'dan had not participated in the Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills in history. He didn't know if his butterfly effect had altered fate too much, but it had brought Gul'dan here.

The only consolation now was that Gul'dan was no longer the demigod-like figure he once was. After being indirectly tricked by Medivh, Gul'dan's power had been reduced by at least half.

Unfortunately, even a half-powered Gul'dan was still beyond the reach of Duke, the Sky Mage.

Duke approached Archmage Antonidas, bowed deeply and said, "I apologize, Archmage Antonidas. Our opponent is the once demigod-like Warlock, the strongest among the Orcs in the mystical realm, Gul'dan. Aside from you, only the Sun King of Quel'Thalas can contend with him."

Faced with the expectant gazes from all directions, Antonidas leaned on his staff, stroked his white beard, and showed the pride of a powerful being.

"Heh heh heh! Dalaran will not shirk its responsibility! The Arch mage of Dalaran will also rise to the challenge!"