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At the same time, Pfister's rose garden also bombarded near his body.
It also caused a lot of damage to the enemy.
Immediately attracted a large number of orcs rushed to him.
But compared to MT Medivh, this bit of hatred is nothing.
Most of the enemy troops flocked to him.
In addition, Medivh's style of play is erratic, casting spells while teleporting.
Pfister had a hard time working with him.
Simply choosing to fight alone can be regarded as sharing the firepower for the opponent.
"Ice Figure Lancer!"
"Sculpture of Ice, Great Eagle!"
"The Shape of Ice·Ice Owing Spring!"
In less than a moment, the nearby corpses had piled up.
And this also attracted the attention of a hero-level fighter.
Immediately after the battle was issued, he charged towards him.
But this kind of enemy was his favorite.
"Super magic skills - extremely powerful spells."
"Style of Ice, Floor!"
"Three-ring spell - Frostbolt!"
"Four Rings Spell - Frost Rocket!"
Pfister quickly played a spell chain.
Make its pace drop again and again.
Then guide the four-ring spell 'Blizzard' with powerful deceleration.
Endless blade-like snowflakes fell from the sky.
In an instant, the orc warrior was torn apart.
The body was also covered with a layer of hoarfrost due to the low temperature.
When the other party finally approached him, Pfister used the 'Ice Shape·Isolation' to freeze him.
Calmly flashing displacement, appeared behind it.
Play a five-ring spell 'Black Frostbolt'.
And the opponent is at the end of his battle.
No longer able to defend.
The sharp frost arrow pierced through the back of his head instantly.
Red blood and white brains were scattered all over the ground in an instant.
Such a strong enemy of the same level was dealt with by Pfister without any injuries.
He hasn't used any cards yet.
This is of course related to the other party's insanity after drinking the devil's blood.
Otherwise it should be able to avoid the ice and snow on the ground.
To a certain extent, increase the speed.
Not to be kited all the time.
But more importantly, Pfister's strength is amazing.
The spells he has mastered are many and precise, and his skills and tactics are also excellent.
On the other hand, Medivh achieved even more brilliant results.
Turn the surrounding area into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The slaughtered orcs have already broken through a hundred, including more than a dozen hero-level professionals.
——The first thing he hit was the enemy's high-end combat power.
But Pfister knew that the other party was paddling.
If Medivh had shot with all his strength like in the illusion, the battle would have ended long ago.
Just as he was about to go to the other side, a loud horn came from the west.
In less than a moment, a group of cavalry charged.
These knights and their mounts are all wearing heavy blue and white plate armor.
Although the number is no more than a hundred riders, all of them are full of iron and blood.
At first glance, it belongs to the elite of a hundred battles.
These knights came and went like the wind, and soon pierced the enemy's heart like sharp knives.
It caused huge casualties to the Orc Legion.
Especially the tall general at the head, holding a golden broadsword, rushing from left to right in the enemy's formation.
It's like being in a no-man's land!
Every sword will decapitate an orc, and no one is its equal.
And Pfister felt that the blood energy escaping from his body was like a brilliant sun.
It is the symbol of the legendary warrior of the Seven Rings!
Legends often represent the protagonists of an era.
From the establishment of the Arathor Empire by Thoradin to the present, in the past 2000 years, there are not many people like this!