Chapter 83 [Arrogance]

Fear poured into his thoughts like a tide, or a malicious robber kicked open the door of Duke's heart and broke in wantonly.

Duke's breathing became rapid, and his pupils dilated in circles.

However, he just turned a deaf ear to the urgent warning voice of the system elf.

Many desperate and palpitating scenes emerged in Duke's mind, such as those terrifying pale skeleton soldiers in horror movies slashing at him with a rusty machete.

Another example is walking by a small river, suddenly being pulled into the river by a huge black octopus tentacles, struggling desperately in the icy water, but to no avail.

Duke struggled to get rid of this terrifying phantom scene after scene, but this created fear illusion from the depths of his memory had completely dominated Duke's five senses. Whether it is sight, hearing, smell, taste, or touch, they are all real sensations.

This terrifying feeling easily disturbed Duke's thoughts. He felt that his energy was exhausted, and his brain was in pain like needles. It looked like it was pulled out, it was completely soaked.

Seeing Duke's clumsy dancing, the orcs who had just been deflated burst into laughter.

The orcs who advocate force worship the heroic warrior above all.

They instinctively hate spellcasters, but they have enough respect for the shamans in the tribe, and even these newborn warlocks.

I thought this was another gorgeous massacre feast for warlocks.

I thought that the mage who was controlled by fear would ridiculously run under the orc's axe and hit him with his thin body.

However, the situation changed suddenly.

The Mage Hands, which should have vanished, continued their onslaught, throwing a plethora of javelins.

Unfortunately, the seemingly invincible javelin tactics failed.

The orc warlock actually took out an ax and clanged all the threatening javelins away. If Duke is still awake, he will definitely wake up: before becoming a warlock of the Shadow Council, almost all orc warlocks were shamans in their predecessors—shamans who can fight and cast spells.

Compared with simple orc warriors, shamans are all-rounders in the tribe.

Duke's particularly strange reaction also made Warlock Balsa more than a little puzzled. He really didn't understand how Duke, already confused by his fear spell, could manipulate those mage hands.

Obviously, these Mage Hands still maintain a relatively independent operation.

Countless streaks of purple-blue light suddenly shot out from the mage's hand, and the berserk barrage of arcane missiles hit the orc warlock who was casting a spell.

But what even the system elves didn't predict was that the spell shot by the mage's hand actually bounced around after hitting the black robe of the orc warlock, and then disappeared.

Spells are both occult and energetic.

Just as high-level mysteries can suppress low-level mysteries, even lower-level arcane missiles with lower energy density are repelled and rejected by the evil dark energy around the warlock.

"Host! Host! Wake up quickly! I can't bear it anymore!" the system elf croaked in Duke's spiritual world.

"Weak human, I don't know how you managed to fight back when you were frightened, but it's over! Go to hell—" the orc warlock roared in the orc language, and when he raised his hand, a [Dedicated Sacrifice] Cast the spell.

Along with the flames of destruction, the evil demon power spread endlessly in all directions. This force not only infected those orcs who had already sucked the blood of the demon, making them more violent and bloodthirsty.

Likewise, Duke was affected.

Suddenly, Duke felt underestimated.

Belittled by a guy he sees only as a monster of experience.

His state of mind was so bizarre that he didn't even notice the system prompts.

"Stimulated by the energy of unknown demons, you have triggered a negative soul state - the Seven Deadly Sins [Arrogance]. Your words and deeds will be out of control, and you and the enemies affected by your [Arrogance] will both disdain to use any defensive means. Among all the attack methods, you will automatically choose the most powerful one. If any party kills the opponent, it will cause a double morale blow to the enemy. You are immune to morale reduction, and you automatically receive the effect equivalent to [Curse of Recklessness]. Will run away and be immune to fear."

"Ha——" Duke's body shook suddenly, and the orc warlock was shocked to find that the destructive flames that were burning Duke's body were all gathered in Duke's hands.

Duke suddenly lifted his hood, and what the orc saw was an old man with white hair and white beard with an arrogant expression, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.

Duke spoke, it was a strange language that was neither a common human language nor an orc language.

Both students can understand.

This should be some kind of heart-to-heart communication that goes beyond body language.

"Listen up! Green-skinned bastards, my name is Walker! Walker, Death with Hundred Hands!"

"The world of Azeroth is my uncle's playground, and there is no place for you ugly monsters to participate."

"Tell you, I even killed Gul'dan's backstage boss Kil'jaeden countless times! Gul'dan is nothing!"

"If you are interested, just tell me where you came from and go back! Otherwise, I will tell you what regret and despair are."

After the words were heard, the orcs were taken aback for a while. They don't know who Kil'jaeden is, but almost every orc knows how powerful Gul'dan is.

This thin human actually said, 'Gul'dan is a fart? ’, after a brief astonishment, the orcs roared angrily.

But Duke's arrogance did not diminish at all. He raised his chin high and looked down at thousands of orcs with a look of scum.

Gul'dan's power comes from demons, to be precise, from Kil'jaeden. This is a top secret, and not many warlocks in Gul'dan's Shadow Council know about it.

But the warlock in front of him was the same one. He stretched out his strong arms and grabbed a chief next to him: "Leave this arrogant guy to me, and you won't allow your people to make a move."

In the current tribe, the great chief is the black hand. But as long as there is a bit of a brain of the chiefs know, the real power is actually in the hands of Gul'dan and his Shadow Council. The chief nodded and growled a few times to his men below.

Suddenly the audience was dead silent!

"Weak human! Let me, Balsa Gallon, tell you now that the power of destruction is terrifying!"

Duke raised one hand and hooked it with his index finger: "Come on!"

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