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Chapter 135: Alvin's trump card, fighting with Nekros with a hammer

Nikelus was just about to use force in his hands to break the neck of this hateful human.

Suddenly, I felt a lot of terrible things flooding into my brain - the land of Draenor that was about to collapse, my dead comrades, the terrible Gul'dan, as if the most terrifying things in the world entered my brain in an instant.

He involuntarily let go of Alvin's neck, put his hands on his head, and ran around uncontrollably.

It turned out that Alvin used the skill of "Mind Scream" to save his life from the orcs.

Alvin didn't dare to delay and quickly chanted a spell at Nekros who was affected by fear. The shadow power surged again at the top of Sargeras's Scepter.

"Snapped!"

Another small totem was inserted into the ground!

The small ochre totem emitted shocking vibrations, which seemed to be at the same frequency as the heartbeat.

"Trembling Totem!"

Nikelus soon realized that he had been bewitched by humans and dragged into fear, so he immediately threw out the Tremor Totem and freed himself from fear.

"Never before, never before has a spellcaster allowed me to use so many totems!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Nekros rushed towards Alvin madly. He had killed countless spellcasters in the Second War, both humans and elves, but he had never seen such a strange guy.

He seemed to possess magical attainments and knowledge of various magic professions far beyond this era. He even knew to destroy my totem first!

It turned out that the spellcasters I met didn't even know the function of the totem, and they were killed by me!

They don't even know how they died!

This man must not be allowed to live! The Shaman's mysterious power must not be exposed to the Alliance!

The successive blows actually calmed Nikelus down.

He knew that he was being attacked from all sides, and the Red Dragon Queen was seriously injured and hanging on to her last breath. He was afraid that it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed today.

In that case, we must kill this human as well!

Take the secrets of the tribal shamans with you!

Nikelus pounded his chest frantically with his fists, roared, and continued to rush towards Alvin.

Alvin saw that the orc was frightened away for a distance and directly selected the "Mind Whip" skill icon in his mind.

Obscure spells gushed out of Alvin's mouth frantically.

Shadow magic gathered at the top of Sargeras's Scepter. Alvin gently pointed the staff in the direction of the orc, and a black shadow energy struck the orc's body like lightning.

Alvin continued to cast spells, maintaining energy output.

The orc froze in his tracks, his feet feeling as if they were filled with lead. No matter how hard he tried, he could no longer run, and his speed slowed to a crawl. Nekros howled in anger.

But at this time, the orcs' tough character began to show.

Nikelus no longer cared about his injuries and physical condition. He was now bloodthirsty and wanted only to eliminate the threat posed to Alvin's tribe.

He walked over step by step with difficulty and picked up a war hammer from the ground.

Finally, he came to Alvin's side.

Alvin didn't expect the orcs to be so tenacious. The werewolf before was directly melted by this mental whip, but Nikelus actually insisted on walking to his side.

At this time, the orcs were still close, and Alvin had no choice but to put on the shield again.

Then he picked up a hammer on the ground.

But Nikelus pointed.

"Purification!"

A gust of wind rose from Alvin's feet, wrapped around his body, and quickly removed the shield.

"I can dispel all the buff magic from you! Now, die!"

The orc raised his hammer high, and a tornado of black wind swirled around Nekros' weapon.

"It seems this is the Windfury weapon that can deal several times the damage."

Alvin chuckled.

"I have to say, you're really strong. Shamans are indeed magical killers, but—the one who will die will be you! I'll show you what a melee priest is!"

At this time, Alvin could no longer dodge. The human body could no way compare to the orc shaman who could both fight in close combat and cast spells.

But he also raised his warhammer high like the orcs.

Hearing Alvin's words, the orc grinned.

He just thought that Alvin was being stubborn even though he was about to die.

"Come on! You ridiculous fellow! How dare you compete with orcs in strength!"

He swung his hammer and smashed it down hard on Alvin's head.

Alvin also swung his hammer from the side and hit the orc's face.

The two of them started fighting with the intention of dying together. Nikelus didn't believe that this weak guy could use a hammer. Even if he took a hit, he could smash the head of this hateful human first.

As the hammer fell, Alvin whispered three words.

"Mind control!"

"puff!"

The war hammer hit Alvin's head accurately. Although the war hammer was not as big as Li Yuanba's hammer, it was also very heavy.

Akalitrasa and Solanlian, who were hovering in the air, were frightened and almost fainted.

"No!!!" Solanlian screamed.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

A huge roar was heard and everyone was stunned.

Because the person who was roaring was not Alvin who was hit in the head by the warhammer, but the orc Nekros!

There was a noticeable dent in his big round head, with blood gushing out. This injury was like being hit by a heavy object.

Nikelus screamed and fell backwards, and in the end he didn't know what had happened.

"I, I failed?!"

"No! This is impossible! I clearly hit you! Why am I hurt instead?!"

The orc shouted unwillingly, covering his head and rolling on the ground.

"Because you've been hit by my spell—Mind Control. If you're hit by this spell, the damage you inflict on me will be transformed into healing."

"And my hammer!"

Alvin smiled and threw the hammer in his hand upwards, then caught it steadily.

"But it really hit you on the head!"

"How can humans... have... such... magic..."

"Actually, I'm the only one who can do this. You're so lucky that you happened to meet me."

Alvin saw that Nikelus' eyes had begun to blur, and he was breathing in less and out more. Now he couldn't wait to take the Demon Soul away.

I just took a peek at the battle situation in the sky.

Among the three guardian dragons, Insera and Malygos were already dying, and only Nozdormu was still barely holding on.

The Demon Soul must be retrieved as soon as possible!

Alvin squatted down beside Nekros and reached out to take the artifact from the orc's chest.

Suddenly, Nikelus, with a blank look in his eyes, suddenly exerted the last bit of his strength, stretched out his hands and grabbed Alvin's neck!

Alvin was shocked!

He didn't expect that the orc still had such great power before dying. He wanted to use magic to kill the orc completely, but he was horrified to find that his neck was strangled, and he couldn't make any sound or chant the spell!

There was madness in Nekros's filthy eyes, his face was covered in blood, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.

Despite being seriously injured, he still held Alvin's neck tightly.

Alvin felt the rough and powerful fingers tightly gripping his throat like an iron clamp, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

Seeing that he had pretended to be dead and tricked Alvin into getting close to him, the orc showed a ferocious smile on his face.

Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed a desperate ruthlessness.

He was determined to drag Alvin into the abyss at the last moment.

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