War Machine

Noah's better option was to settle all these troubles at once. He just hadn't expected that Lothar had invited him here merely to evacuate. That was far too dismissive of a mage like Noah, wasn't it?

He raised his head slightly and glanced at Medivh standing atop the mountain. Noah could already feel that suffocating magic power.

But this time, Noah had no intention of letting Medivh make a move. There was no need. He might as well let him wear down The Big Boss a little longer. With that thought, Noah's magic power surged forth like a torrent.

A faint golden glow emerged around him, while black runes circled Noah. The pressure of that immense magic power made even Lothar feel as though breathing had become difficult!

Noah paid no attention to what anyone else thought. He glanced at the orcs constantly emerging around them, then at the orc atop the mountain riding a Dire Wolf, and slowly raised a hand.

At once, a strange rune appeared in Noah's palm. As he poured magic power into it, pale golden halos soon appeared above all their heads.

Protected by those halos, every orc attacking them was blocked outside. No matter what they did, they could not break through the defensive shield.

At the same time, Noah cast an identical magic shield in Durotan's direction. Although Noah had no idea what exactly made these orcs so distinctly different, he could at least tell from their skin colors which ones needed help.

Only after doing all this did Noah relax a little. At least there would not be too many accidents now. For instance, Callan, that unlucky guy, would not need to die here.

"Magic shields?" Khadgar stared at the pale golden halo before him, then at Noah, who now radiated overwhelming