CHAPTER 705: OLD TRICKS

The cold wind blew the black snowflakes, and the rich dark power descended from the sky, colliding with the golden sand containing fiery magic on the earth in mid-air.

In the sky, the scattered black clouds are quickly gathering again.

The Undead Sky Curtain once existed to block the sun’s rays and prevent the impact of climate on the Scourge. After all, a hot sun would accelerate the decay of corpses and reduce the combat effectiveness of undead creatures such as ghouls.

Now, for one reason only, the Lich King has gathered his power—

"Your Majesty, the great Ner’zhul, your great enemy Edmund Duke has now taken control of part of the power of the Sunwell. I am a weak man, and I am no match for him! Please grant me the power to destroy your enemy temporarily."

In Ner’zhul’s mind, Arthas, who had the most perfect qualifications and whose soul had fallen into the deepest dark hell, was his most ideal spokesperson and the carrier of his future body. Throughout the Scourge, Ner’zhul had been committed to cultivating Arthas’ authority.

In theory, this behavior of asking Arthas for power directly without going through him is not allowed.

When he heard the name Duke, the name hurt his heart deeply and evoked the memories that he least wanted to recall in the depths of his soul.

If Duke hadn’t stopped him, he might have succeeded in opening the Dark Portal for the second time. He would have been able to escape to a place beyond Kil’jaeden’s perception.

Maybe it’s a corner of the universe, or maybe it’s a planet in a bad situation.

No matter which one it is, it’s much better than now!

After all, Kil’jaeden is not an omniscient and omnipotent god. If he had acted a step earlier... maybe... he wouldn’t have become this embarrassing state. After being tortured, even his soul was extremely trapped in an ice skeleton, becoming a puppet of the Burning Legion.

How hateful Ner’zhul is!

He changed his mind.

In front of the coalition army that had joined the army of high elves, the undead creatures fell in large numbers. They were like mummies whose blood had been sucked dry by vampires. After thousands of years of being exposed to the sun and rain, they were eroded by the weather and carbonized and dissipated in the wind...

Mograine, Sylvanas and others were dumbfounded. They suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Undead creatures would not commit suicide. If they died on their own, it could only prove one thing: their master wanted them to be destroyed.

Even for the Scourge, which has no cost for mass production, this is not a price that can be easily paid.

Ner’zhul did just that.

What he got in return was a terrifying figure with rapidly increasing momentum in the air.

A quarter of an hour ago, Antonidas’s attacks had not made any progress.

The next second, the magic power around Antonidas surged exponentially.

That is the dark power squeezed out from hundreds of thousands of undead creatures and spirits.

This terrifying force was so condensed that it actually dyed the sky with a diameter of more than ten kilometers centered on the Great Lich into a dark black color. At first glance, it was an extremely large mass of black mud that was still rolling.

Humans, elves, dwarves... every being that witnessed this scene showed fear on their faces.

The air grew heavy, leaving only the sounds of people trying to suppress their gasps.

Is this still an enemy that mortals can fight against?

Suddenly, Sylvanas raised the reins, and the chocobo under her let out a loud neigh.

"What are you going to do?" Mograine asked immediately.

"Attack!" Sylvanas replied proudly.

"Wait! Duke asked us to..."

"Yes! He is the Lord Commander! But he is fighting against Antonidas, not Arthas! The Sunwell is threatened. And we... we refuse to die! That’s why we are here!"

Mograine and Abendis were speechless for a moment, then relieved.

Duke’s ’old problem’ has come back again!

As a commander, he is almost perfect and picky. But in the alliance, there is a saying that Duke always likes to take the lowest cost as the premise, and then strive for the greatest victory under this premise.

A leader who cherishes his subordinates will easily be loved by them.

Many times, victory cannot be achieved simply by cherishing your subordinates.

It was a terrifying opponent that destroyed two kingdoms of the alliance and swept across half of the continent.

That is an opponent that can never be destroyed simply by consumption.

Mograine and Abendis smiled at each other, and then Mograine raised the huge Ashebringer in his hand high up: "Brothers! Why are we here? Isn’t it to punish the fallen demon Arthas who killed our beloved King Terenas? Those who don’t have the courage to face death, get back to the ship now! The rest - follow me -"

Sylvanas cast an admiring look at Mograine, and she also raised the bow in her hand: "For our sun, for the Quel’dorei -"

With the determination to fight bravely, the 200,000-strong army rolled northward, chasing after Arthas with an unyielding momentum.

Feeling the movement of the army around him, Duke laughed dumbly: "Those guys... But it’s okay, only in this way can I be the Sylvanas that I love so much."

Duke always feels a little embarrassed when facing an Azeroth world that is becoming increasingly deviated but better.

No intervention!

He couldn’t bear it if those tragic scenes happened again.

Intervention!

This often leads to all kinds of unpredictable events, and people always worry that those great heroes who were once famous in history will grow up to be disabled and become useless.

I am also afraid that because of the changes in experience, he is no longer him and she is no longer the same. When the most beautiful thoughts in my heart are different from the reality, I will be at a loss.

Now, with the help of the system’s farsightedness function, Duke saw Mograine riding his warhorse and charging forward to slay evil, and Sylvanas holding a bow with flying golden hair to defend the country. Duke suddenly felt a real spirit.

What is a hero?

Heroes are abstract and vague.

There is never an exact definition of a hero.

But in times of great adversity, when a seemingly weak figure stands up for his compatriots and charges at a seemingly invincible enemy without hesitation, their figures will overlap with those of the legendary heroes.

Ah! This is indeed an age of heroes!

Watching Antonidas attacking violently with his power increasing rapidly, and feeling the boundless dark magic that even far surpassed the branches of the Sunwell, a smile appeared on Duke’s lips.

This smile suddenly gave Antonidas a bad feeling.

Could it be that... Duke has another trump card?

"Hey! Antonidas, do you think I haven’t learned any new moves after being in the void for ten years?"