Chapter 561: Seven Mana Burns

Every fireball, at least five orcs were blown into the sky. When they fell, most of them had become gradually cooled ... corpses.
Almost instantly, the entire orc striker was completely plowed by Duke. It's hard to say that there are more than a thousand people.
But the more serious blow is morale.
At this moment, the orc surged like a poor worm who was sent to the gallows. His limbs were still struggling, but his throat was choked tightly.
He kept shouting "lok-tar, ogar!" Abruptly stopped at this moment.
It was replaced by continuous screams.
The third wave is a mysterious arcane missile.
It's completely different from ordinary arcane missiles. No one expected that a small arcane missile would have the horror effect of being hit directly by human shells. Many orcs screamed, and then the whole body turned into a blood rain, fragmented, and scattered to the ground.
In this scene, not only the orcs were shocked, but even the windrunners and sisters around Duke and Magni were shocked.
Duke didn't answer, he silently looked at the sentence in the system prompt:
"You launched the top-level supermagic feat [Arcane Energy Storm]: After activation, your spell damage is increased by 100%, and mana cost is increased by 50% for 30 seconds ...
Yes, the power doubled, but the consumption also increased by half.
Under this horrible consumption, the magic circuit of Duke's morning stars can't support it at all.
Under the gaze of many eyes, Duke was full of "Ding Dangdang" mana crystals that kept falling on the upper part of the steam tank. In the eyes of these people, the mana crystals that are full of value and filled with mana just poured out of the space bag and passed Duke's hand, and the mana inside was completely absorbed.
"Ding Jing Dang!"
The crystal block that has lost its magical glory is as cheap as the metal shell that pops out after the machine gun fires.
The mage is playing mana, and Duke is playing money!
And the speed of burning money is exactly the same as a warehouse full of banknotes.
However, the next second, Duke's magic pours out suddenly.
"Not good!" More than one Alliance commander on the battlefield exclaimed.
[Mana Burning]-This horrible negative magic that has made countless mage smells change has finally landed on Duke.
The purple-blue arcane radiance that had lingered on Duke's body was driven away by bluntness, and Duke's hair, hair, and even his mage's robe began to burn. This is not the kind of harmless burning entangled with the flame elements, it is the burning that is really burning on the body.
"Duke !?" The three sisters of Windrunner guarding Duke were screaming at the same time, standing on the tank roof.
"I'm fine." Without screaming, Duke snorted and decisively launched the [Ice Barrier]!
The surging frost elements rushing out of the body quickly drove away the [ bomb] magic from Baron Gatton. Another second later, Duke cancelled [Ice Barrier] and continued pouring magic to the Horde.
However, just three seconds later, Duke made another move.
"Do not……"
"Ding!" Duke launched [Fast Cooling] at a stretch, forcibly calming down his ice magic circuit, allowing him to open the [Ice Barrier] again in a short time, and knocked off the [ bomb].
The once-stagnant magical attack was launched again, and Duke, with his own strength, opened up a desperate path for Uther's charge.
"Duke! Enough! You have tried your best!" Aurelia is not an unseen woman. The origin of the High Elf has made her know that even if she has mastered the "rapid cooling", the "ice barrier" used by the mage to save her life It can only be opened at most twice in a short time.
"Duke—" Windysa was crying anxiously.
Sylvanas looked at Duke with a complex expression. She wanted to say something, but she was silent. The longer she spends time with Duke, the more she understands why her sister and sister are desperately obsessed with this little ordinary human mage ...
"No! Not enough! The tribe's battlefield has not yet opened! I still have a way to kill!"
Soon, everyone knew what Duke called the method.
Duke took turns to use his magic circuit, not ordinary use, but almost destructive use.
[Mana Burning] The essence is to ignite the mana in the magic circuit. As many mana points, there is as much damage. Changing the angle, without mana, there is no damage.
Duke was fighting. He concentrated all his mana in a magic circuit for a short time, and continued to attack with relative magic. When his mana burned, he used up all the mana in that magic circuit in the shortest time. After the effect of [Mana Burning] is completed, although the magic circuit has been damaged a little because of spontaneous combustion, he can immediately use another magic circuit to continue attacking.
[Thunder] Broken down [Gust], [Gust] followed by [Frost], then [Flame], and finally [Arcane] ...
Back and forth, Duke actually hit seven times [Mana Burning], and he even survived.
Everyone who saw this scene unknowingly had tears in their eyes.
Seven times [Mana Burning] without a high priest around you! Who doesn't know that the mage's mana is much stronger than the vitality? It's tantamount to Duke stepping into the gates of seven times, and then violently retracting his feet.
Will this be costless?
Do not!
On the contrary, this is a very high price that all mages in the world are unwilling to pay!
For a long time to come, even if Duke uses such an apprentice-level magic, it is likely that the magic in his body will collapse and die on the spot.
"Duke! Enough! Enough! Let's give it to us next!" Windreysa on the left and Aurelia on the right, the two sisters hugged Duke tightly.
"Okay!" Duke's body was twitching wildly with pain, but a contented smile appeared on his face.
The rout of the Alliance's main line stagnated, and the Alliance soldiers who ran away began to shout "Long live the Alliance", and they turned around and charged towards the orcs regardless.
A golden-yellow blade exuding a sacred breath appeared on the battlefield. It swept at a high speed from the wide, scorched earth and cut diagonally into the green ocean.
After Duke's ten rounds of magic finally blasted a path of blood, Uther's twelve sacred horses perfectly killed the orc striker and collided with it.
Harnessing the golden horse, Uther went into the battlefield, wielding the long, long-handled hammer, like a polo, drawing a bright arc from the bottom up.
"Oh!" With just one hammer, he broke the giant axe that was blocked in front of him, and the master of the giant axe, the skull of the orc.