CHAPTER 931: WAVES

When the enemy’s weapon falls on you, you will never feel such heart-wrenching pain, because the physical pain can never surpass the pain of the soul.

Fire demons, who are naturally thinner than their own kind, always look down on their reckless and mentally retarded compatriots, such as lava giants and lava dogs, but this does not mean that they are unaware of their own weaknesses and limits.

While God has endowed them with powerful spellcasting abilities, he has also deprived them of further evolution in melee combat. Don’t be fooled by the sharp barbs on the fire demon’s arms and back, and the long, sharp horns like goats, which are actually more like some kind of decoration.

Even the fire demon itself won’t use these spikes to fight.

Basically, every fire demon leader always has a few of his strongest compatriots as guards.

Gehennas’s guards have followed him for more than ten thousand years.

During this extremely long period of time, he has always entrusted his life and trust to the guards around him.

Now that guy betrayed without any warning, how could Gehennas not be angry?

But what he saw was a confused face.

Although he had already thrust the tip of the slender spear into his boss’ body, the guard’s face was filled with horror and confusion: "No! Master! I... this is... not me... Impossible!"

The incoherent speech, coupled with the most perfect panic expression, caused Gehennas’s brain to stagnate for a moment.

What’s going on?

The brain was down for a short time, perhaps just one or two seconds, and at this moment, the familiar yet unfamiliar pain suddenly came from his right ribs, and another powerful piercing attack. This time, it was the spear of his right guard that pierced his right chest.

Gehennas’s anger instantly reached its peak: "You..."

Turning around, I saw an equally horrified face.

"No! My lord, I..." The guard on the right even dropped the spear in his hand in extreme panic.

Just before Gehennas’s anger was about to erupt, the guard on the left suddenly burst out with amazing strength in both hands. He pulled horizontally with great force, causing the spear head that had penetrated deep into Gehennas’ body to tear open Gehennas’ lungs.

When Gehennas looked to the left again, he saw another confused face.

This time, the guard on the right grabbed the spear again and thrust the tip deeper into Gehennas’ body.

"Liar! Traitor! Both of you are—"

Without paying attention to his guard’s excuses, Gehennas had no way to vent his anger, so he had to find a place to vent it. In his rage, he no longer cared about whether this was a trap or not. He only knew that the guy who hurt him must get retribution!

He grabbed a guard’s head with one claw. Even though his claws still remembered the lines and contours on each of his guards’ faces, and even though the ten thousand years of mutual trust and reliance were still vivid in his mind, Gehennas could not afford the gamble, or he did not dare to take the gamble.

He chose the method that made him feel safest, which was to kill his two guards directly.

Regardless of whether the two of them really betrayed him or were used by the hateful enemy, they are now the biggest threat and weakness of his Gehennas!

"Die!"

A ball of red flame suddenly emerged from the top of each of the sharp claws that were tightly clasped on the heads of the two guards, and the flames that were enough to burn everything penetrated straight into them.

"Waaaaaaaa—"

There was confusion, bewilderment, hesitation, and fear, but in the end, the two guards did not resist too much. They just opened their arms in vain, like zombies instinctively craving fresh flesh and blood.

That’s when Duke made his move.

Duke switched directly into the mage state, and while Gehennas was killing the guards, he jumped into the air and pounced on him. With his hands raised above his head and his fingers crossed into a fist, an icy and domineering aura burst out.

Gehennas’ hideous and twisted red face showed a cruel and angry expression: "Despicable! I’m waiting for you!"

He opened his mouth and a ball of light Cannon that was not dragon breath but was even more powerful than dragon breath fired directly at Duke.

"call out--"

It was a shocking blow that made the already bright lava world even brighter. The thick and solid rock layer was directly penetrated, and a large amount of rock was blown up. It touched the aftermath of the light Cannon in mid-air and turned into powder, falling down one after another.

Since the direction of the light Cannon bombardment was towards the old Luciferon, every hero who was fighting could clearly see the red light Cannon crossing the cave ceiling behind them.

"Duke!?" Calia screamed.

"No! This is a good thing!" Alleria, who knew Duke better, comforted Calia: "The enemy leader was forced to use his ultimate skill so quickly. This proves that Duke has the upper hand!"

In Alleria’s mind, the image of the little wizard who could not be killed no matter how hard he tried appeared twenty years ago.

Suddenly, a feeling of security and sweetness filled her heart.

Calia, who still lacked combat experience, looked at the embarrassed Luciferon and asked, "Are we safe?"

"The battle isn’t over yet! Sister Calia!" Ilucia smiled bitterly.

"Be careful to save the power of Holy Light." Alleria added.

Calia whispered an ’I’m sorry’ and turned her attention back to the battle.

Did Gehennas’s flaming blast kill Duke?

How is that possible!

Regardless of the fact that Duke is a man with N lives, if he has been in the business for twenty-one years and has countless combat experiences, and yet he was hit, then he could just find a bucket of tofu to drown himself.

The one who was hit must be his mirror image clone infused with some of his own magic power.

The real Duke had flashed behind Gehennas’ neck, holding a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

"Hahaha! Eat my dry tofu!"

In the early years, it was very embarrassing for Duke to hold this slender sword, and it felt like a public execution of some kind of shameful play.

Humans are indeed terrible creatures, because they get used to losing moral integrity over and over again.

Now Duke can wield the legendary sword of Gandalf the White Blademaster without any psychological burden!

The slender sword pierced into Gehennas’ neck in one breath, and the holy light, which was more blazing and dazzling than lava, instantly pierced the neck of the fire demon leader. The golden light cut Gehennas’ neck without difficulty, and the smoothness was just like the name of the sword - the sword that cuts tofu!

"Ahhh——" Gehennas wanted to dodge, but the residual force of his ultimate move was still there, so he couldn’t move at all. Otherwise, the magic circuits in his body would collapse on the spot, and he would die.

At this moment, even Gehennas himself was in despair.

At this moment, Duke suddenly discovered two more red warning signs:

"Warning! You have been hit by the Living Bomb of Baron Geddon, the leader of Molten Core!"

"Warning! You’ve been hit by Mana Burn from Baron Geddon, the leader of Molten Core!"

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Duke’s pupils shrank to the size of a pinhole in an instant.

Even though the system had marked a huge fire element boss emerging from the lava a hundred meters behind Duke with a striking red border on the three-dimensional map in his mind, Duke still gritted his teeth in hatred.

Careless!

In his mind, he always thought that the fourth brother should arrive first, followed by the fifth brother who was farther away, but Duke subconsciously ignored the fact that this was the Molten Core where lava was flowing everywhere, and treated this place as ordinary land.

Baron Gardon, the fifth old man, is an out-and-out leader of the fire element! The lava river, which mortals don’t even consider, is as easy to him as walking on flat ground. Moreover, because it emits high temperature and heat like the lava river, it was not until it was extremely close that the system AI’s scan discovered it.

It’s too late!

At the most critical moment, it appeared perfectly.

Duke faced two choices:

First, Duke could protect himself. As long as he opened the Ice Barrier, the powerful frost element in his body could forcibly dispel Baron Geddon’s two terrifying skills. But then, he and his team would face the huge pressure from the two bosses at the same time.

Second, Duke continued to assassinate, and if he did so, Duke would probably be seriously injured. After all, Mana Burn and Living Bomb were both powerful counters to mages.

Duke cannot hesitate, because the opportunity is fleeting.

After thinking for 0.01 seconds, Duke made a decision.

The slender golden sword in his hand continued to slash horizontally without stopping, and the next moment, Gehennas’ huge and ferocious head soared into the sky.

In no particular order, the living bomb that had already possessed Duke was detonated in advance by the angry Baron Geddon.

"Bang——" It was a huge explosion.

"Roar——" This was the extremely angry roar of Baron Geddon. His roar caused more rubble to fall from the cave ceiling, which had already become unstable due to being pierced by the laser Cannon.

"Duke!?" This time, the Alliance heroes who were still fighting with Lucifron, especially Duke’s lovers, were all horrified.

Everyone couldn’t help but cast concerned glances towards Duke.

Not only because Duke is one of the strongest players in the Alliance, but also because Duke is the real core.

Duke reported to everyone that he was safe. Without thinking twice, he urgently sent a real mirror image to the main force of the team. He raised his hand to the sky and a magic flare with a certain shape flew out.

It was a big thumb condensed from arcane energy.

However, the heroes’ reactions were strange.

Mograine’s facial muscles twitched.

It was hard to tell whether Calia should be angry or happy.

The other guys wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.

"..." Jaina couldn’t help but hold her forehead: "That powerful idiot..."

right!

In a hurry, Du randomly selected a mirror character to report back, but as luck would have it, that guy turned out to be a fake Arthas. Although anyone could see that this guy with half of his head blown up and his body burnt black was a dummy made of arcane energy.

It’s just that I took a fake enemy’s mirror image and ran back to report that I was safe...

hehe!

This is Duke!

In fact, Duke’s situation was a bit bad. Baron Geddon used two big moves at the same time, directly injecting a very large turbulent flow of fire elements into his magic circuit. In terms of quality, it was not as good as Duke’s, but in terms of total amount, this energy was far superior to Duke’s total magic power.

Should we say that it is worthy of being a leader-level monster in the fire element realm?

Even though Duke channeled all the chaotic magic power that invaded from outside into a branch of the magic circuit the moment he was hit, Duke still exploded because the magic power was not released fast enough.

To be precise, the Ice Shield that had drained a large amount of Baron Geddon’s magic power exploded.

"Oh shit!"

As Du cursed, the huge recoil blew Duke up into the sky. This is not just an expression, Duke was really blown up.

The muddy wind whistled past his ears, and the scenery in front of him was shrinking rapidly. Duke wanted to control himself, but the effect of Mana Burn was still continuing. At this moment when his body was suspended in the air, it was difficult for him to cast more effective magic.

Duke tried his best and cast the Ice Barrier just at the moment when Baron Geddon’s fire element was discharged from his body.

The refrigerator was opened, but the ice that contained Duke flew straight up into the sky and hit the top of the cave hard.

What ice barrier that makes you immune to damage? That’s based on the premise that you are not knocked away.

Turning into a large block of ice can certainly withstand direct chopping and collisions, but the resulting impact force still needs to be borne by the human body’s internal organs.

Duke was knocked unconscious.

After removing the refrigerator, Duke, who was falling rapidly, roared angrily: "Baron Geddon! You are looking for death!"

Baron Geddon was equally unyielding: "No mortal can offend the great Ragnaros!"

After saying that, he threw a string of fireballs straight at Duke who was chasing him in mid-air.

"Hmph! Rag is nothing!" Duke endured the turmoil in his body and blew up several strong winds around him. This was the power he gained from stealing the Storm Altar that Gul’dan had destroyed. He was not very good at using the power of nature, and it was even more difficult to use natural spells in this place where the fire element was too strong, but he was more than capable of using it to adjust the direction of his fall.

Duke managed to dodge the seemingly seamless series of fireballs, find a way out, and successfully land on the ground again.

"Okay! Second round!" Duke said gritting his teeth.

The system suddenly prompted again: "Gar and his Firesworn followers are 5.3 kilometers away from the host. According to the latest revised travel speed, Gar will reach the battlefield within ten minutes."

What?

Duke’s heart felt as if it had been hit by a hammer, and it felt dull.

So fast!

Could it be that Gar also has a Lava Rusher form?

Now even Duke was getting a little impatient. If the main force wasn’t ready yet, then it meant that the entire team would have to face four bosses at the same time.

At this moment, the magic phantom sent back by Duke suddenly heard a loud cheer.

"Dead, dead!"

"Finally killed this guy!"

"Hurry up, go support Magni."

Being caught in a pincer attack is definitely a taboo in military strategy. Everyone knows the pressure Duke is under. Because they know this, they cherish every minute and every second they fight for.

For a moment, Jaina wanted to rush over to see what Duke was like. Among Duke’s women, she and Ilucia could use high-speed continuous Flash to go over and see at the fastest speed.

But in the end, the two female mages suppressed their uneasiness and resolutely gave up looking back.

They were afraid that if they looked at it for even a second, they would lose the courage to continue fighting.

From the feedback transmitted back through the mirror, Duke breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that the large force did not come to support him, but instead went straight to the Molten Hound King.

Originally Duke had thought that if there was a chance, he might as well train Varian. However, it turned into an extremely urgent life-and-death battle. Duke was a little sad, but not surprised at all.

After being in Azeroth for so long, Duke had learned a lesson a long time ago - even the weakest boss would not stick out his neck for you to chop when he knew he was weak.

Therefore, Duke had long ago brought in the Horde to deal with Nefarian. Even if the Horde was defeated, Nefarian could not be put in a guerrilla position early on so that he could attack the rear of the Alliance at any time.

Now it seems that this move was the right one.

If the Alliance wants to grasp the pulse of its own destiny, it needs to kill at least half of the 10 bosses in Molten Core.

Now the first and third ones have been knocked down. As long as Duke can delay long enough, defeating the second one, the Dog King Magmanda, will probably not be a problem.

The problem lies with the bosses that arrive.

Duke assessed the situation.

Under the simultaneous manipulation of the system AI, his phantom clone and mirror clone had already cleared half of the monsters.

The focus is still on Baron Geddon and the bosses who are likely to arrive.

The manager of Lao Jiu, Executus, is a man of wisdom and strategy, and his combat power is not very high. Without his subordinates, he is just a coward.

The eighth one is the leader of the lava giants, Golemagg the Incinerator. His huge stature and despairingly slow movement speed meant that it was unlikely for him to travel a long way to participate in the exhibition.

Although Lao Qi’s Saffron Herald is a fire demon, according to the scale of the map, it is at least 500 kilometers away from here, so it should be too late.

The entry of the fourth earth elemental leader, Gar, is inevitable.

The fifth Baron, Lord Gardon, is already in front of him.

The only variable is the sixth fire demon boss Shazrael. This guy is a disgusting ghost who will teleport everywhere and release magic explosions to scare people. If it appears alone, it will not be a big deal. If it comes out to mess up when the team is attacking Gal and Baron Geddon, it will not be surprising that the whole team will be wiped out.

The silver lining in this unfortunate situation is that it couldn’t rely on its own human beings to teleport, and it probably just ran all the way here.

Even so, Duke still didn’t want to see more than one boss together.

Because in his mind, Duke didn’t want to even imagine the scene of his lover lying in a pool of blood.

He can be resurrected, but they can’t.

Duke suddenly smiled bitterly!

"So the key to not being caught in a pincer attack is whether you can kill quickly? After going around in circles, the burden still falls on my shoulders. Perhaps... this is what being a man is like!"

Duke’s figure appeared in front of Baron Geddon again.

A man.

A leader.

The two hostile beings, whose sizes differed by hundreds of times, just stared at each other from a distance.

"In the name of the Fire Lord - die! Human!" That was the deafening roar of the Fire Lord.

"In the name of the great alliance - destroy it! Bastard!" This is the firm determination of the Alliance commander.

Living Bomb and Mana Burn are coming again!

But this time, Baron Geddon missed. The target it locked onto was still breathing, with magic flowing and a complex mana circuit circulating one tenth of a second before it launched its attack.

However, just after it threw out its ultimate move, it hit an empty human figure that disappeared in an instant, as if its deadly magic had only hit a ball of air.

Fake!

Fake!

It’s all fake!

After hitting twelve extremely realistic mirror phantoms in a row, even though Baron Geddon was essentially a fire element and possessed a high level of intelligence, he had to begin to doubt his own judgment.

Where is the hateful human who killed its companion?

Can’t find it?

It doesn’t matter!

The fire element has its own unique way of finding people.

Baron Geddon suddenly shouted, "Repent in the blazing hell! Human!"

Suddenly, a huge and extremely standard flame ring, with its conical ’foot’ as the center, spread out in all directions at high speed.

The huge fire wave easily swept everything around it and burned it to ashes.

The extremely high temperature fire wave even blew up several Lava Rushers that were running back and forth quickly and constantly attacking Duke’s illusion.

The surging waves of flames swept through every crevice in the sunken cave.

At this moment, a figure was knocked out from stealth.

That was Duke. His whole body was on fire, even his hair was burned, but he still made a throwing gesture regardless.

"ha--"

He exhaled and spoke, using up his last bit of strength to throw a meter-long ice spike at Baron Geddon. It was called an ice spike, but it looked more like a javelin.

This icy spear, which seemed to come from the deep cold netherworld, pierced through the curtain formed by the fire waves without any hindrance, cut through the sky, and pierced straight into Baron Geddon’s chest.

The Baron didn’t mind at all. If he could completely wipe out such a powerful enemy from the world by suffering a minor injury, it would be truly worth it.

Unfortunately, the next second, it no longer thought so.

Because more Dukes appeared around it.

Front and back, left and right, in the sky and below the ground.

From the ground to the huge pillars, from the pillars to the top of the rock formation, almost every place where a person can stand has a Duke holding an ice javelin.

"I’m Duke!"

"Me too Duke!"

"We have an infinite number of Dukes."

"You are such an IQ-deficient guy, can you use your limited power to kill every ’me’?"

Those images of Duke, who spoke at the same time but with different mouth shapes and words, almost drove Baron Geddon to a mental breakdown.

It would like to regard all these Dukes as false illusions.

But they are not.

Each duke can hurl a javelin that injures it.

On the other hand, no matter how many Living Bombs it uses, it cannot prevent more Dukes from appearing in front of it.

If it is not careful, a Dawn-level ice arrow will definitely cause it deeper and more serious injuries.

Similarly, Duke, who had poured most of his magic power into phantoms and attacks, was extremely vulnerable at this time. As long as even a little bit of the overflowing destructive power fell on Duke, he would be seriously injured.

A rare smile appeared on Duke’s face.

It’s been a long time since I felt this way.

Dancing on the edge of a knife.

Dancing on the grave.

Sing before death.

In the midst of despair and hardship, a heroic epic belonging only to Duke was written.

How long did Duke fight? How many frost arrows did he shoot at Baron Geddon before he killed him?

Duke himself lost count.

When his magic circuits became empty, Duke finally waited for the next boss.

Duke smiled coolly: "Oh! You are a step late."

The one who is one step ahead is a genius.

Two steps ahead are the monsters.

Be three steps ahead and the whole world will only look up to you.

With equipment based on Mount Hyjal, plus the top-notch items obtained from Kil’jaeden when he returned to the War of the Ancients, and the magic haste bonus that surpassed three eras brought by Sargeras’ Moonlight Chalice, Duke was able to unleash all the magic power that was originally impossible to use up in just ten minutes.

It is true that Duke’s average equipment is two steps ahead of the current era, but considering that he was able to achieve dazzling All-Star data while being under the spells of Mana Burn and Living Bomb, which were the nemesis of magic and could not be easily removed by himself, it is really commendable.

Just because Duke didn’t count doesn’t mean the system AI didn’t calculate.

In the end, after 601 seconds of fighting, the statistics were: 10 times of Ice Barrier, 5 times of Cold Bloodline, 36 times of Ice Shield, 386 times of Flash, and a total of 1086 Ice Arrows equivalent to a full-strength cast, including the magic clone.

The damage caused was ten times Baron Geddon’s own vitality.

right!

You read that right!

It’s ten times!

Duke discovered this problem as soon as he started attacking. In the Molten Core, a special area full of flames and lava, the purest fire elemental leader can restore his vitality by absorbing the fire elements in the surrounding air and even the lava.

In a sense, Duke was even fighting against half of Molten Core.

At the last moment, Duke even opened the wide-area Ice Shield, pulled Baron Geddon into the inferior ice and snow world he had forced out of the Molten Core, and killed him.

Duke is tired.

From body to soul, every corner and every molecule is filled with fatigue.

Looking at Gal, the earth element boss who seemed like a moving mountain, Duke smiled.

"Mortal! You actually killed the servant of the great Ragnaros!?" Gar questioned Duke in the slightly vague but extremely rich Common Language.

"Pfft!" Duke laughed shamelessly: "Sorry! My hand slipped and I accidentally killed two of them."

Your hand slipped?

Still not careful?

Looking at his two dead companions - Gehennas whose head had fallen off, and Baron Geddon who had turned into a pile but still emitting high-energy reactions, Gal was furious.

"My Lord will turn the place where you and your race live into ashes of flames—" Gal roared.

"Haha!" Earth elements are all stubborn guys, and it’s impossible to convince them with words.

Then why did Duke and Gal spit at each other?

Of course Duke can take this opportunity to restore his magic power!

In a sense, Archmage Antonidas is a magic furnace that can continuously generate magic. As he spoke, Duke’s magic power had recovered to 3%. If he had not been attacked by Mana Burn too many times before, damaging more than one-third of his magic circuits, Duke’s recovery would have been faster.

But for now, for Duke, that’s enough.

Without any warning, a Duke and eight different copies of the Scourge liches appeared near Garr and his Firesworn minions at the same time.

"Swish, swish, swish!" There was a rapid sound of breaking wind, and more than thirty-six Ice Spears hit the faces of Gar and his little brothers.

Ice Lance is a simplified version of an ice arrow that can be fired instantly, but if the opponent is not in a frozen state, the Ice Lance will have no power at all.

However, using it for provocation is another matter.

"Ah! Sorry! My hand slipped!"

An ice spear shot at Gar’s rough facial features. Of course, for an earth element, it is necessary to recognize its facial features clearly. Except for the pair of red eyes, the positions of the other facial features need to be discussed.

"I really slipped!"

"Bang!" Another shot.

"My hand slipped again!"

"Bang!" Another shot was fired.

"Excuse me, since my hand has slipped so many times, how about a...hand job on your face?"

Another shot.

Well, Duke accidentally fired more than a hundred shots. There was no way. Someone accidentally set the ice gun to full automatic firing, and so many shots were fired accidentally.

It’s a difficult situation for me too!

"Don’t move! Big guy, I’m drawing shit on your hand. Oh, no, I’m drawing funny things on it!"

Someone so rotten that his bones were festering was screaming as he was chased by the mountain-like Gal, while the other person was drawing something indescribable in the shape of a pyramid on Gal’s face with an ice spear.

If Gal had lungs, they would probably explode with anger.

A layer of faint red light was flickering on Gar’s rocky body.

It is definitely a tough job to kill a thick-skinned earth elemental leader. Of course, if you just play kite flying and drag the opponent around to waste time, the difficulty will be reduced sharply.

The price of the earth element’s strong defense is short legs!

You can’t even teleport, and you still want to catch up with Duke?

Before they knew it, Duke and his phantom clones had pulled all of Gar and his minions away.

After Duke had been playing kite flying for about five minutes, the heroes of the Alliance finally arrived.

"Puff!" The three Windrunner sisters who arrived first couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Because Duke was being chased and screaming.

Then Gavinrad, who arrived in the second group, was also happy, because he saw a line of large words in Common Language on Garr’s huge rock chest: "I have artifact parts on me, come and kill me!"

After a brief moment of surprise, everyone felt heavy in their hearts. Because they saw Gehennas with his head chopped off, and Baron Gadon reduced to slag. Even though they were dead, their huge bodies still exuded a fierce power.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Unexpectedly, after so many people risked their lives to kill two leaders, Duke also killed two!

Even though there weren’t many signs of fighting around Gehennas, Duke probably killed him by assassination, but a kill is a kill!

This honor of killing the enemy leader alone cannot be ignored by anyone.

If it weren’t for Duke, perhaps everyone would have been wiped out.

The enemy leader’s endless tricks made everyone feel nervous even after victory. It is no exaggeration to say that Edmund Duke is worthy of being the best in the Alliance.

Everyone couldn’t help but respect Duke again.

Seeing that each Paladin who could carry monsters successfully took over the baton from his phantom clone and held off the Firesworn, Duke simply told Magni to stay to deal with the possible appearance of the Sixth Old Man, Shazzrah, and then explained a simple way to fight him. Finally, Duke couldn’t hold on any longer and fell limply into Tyrande’s arms.

Everyone roughly guessed the relationship between Duke and Tyrande, but Duke hugging her so grandly still attracted some attention.

Soon everyone was relieved because Duke fainted.

Tyrande smiled gently: "Thank you for your hard work, Duke."

Duke had a good dream.

He dreamed that he was rubbing himself between Tyrande’s two Hyjal peaks, and then in the haze, Duke felt a sense of comfort, but also a little pain.

It was in this tangled state that Duke woke up.

The first thing that caught my eye was Tyrande’s two smooth, soft, white thighs. Well, knee pillows are indeed a great benefit in life.

Then, Duke saw a scene that made him collapse...

Tyrande noticed that Duke had woken up and her left hand retracted quickly.

Duke said with an embarrassed face: "Tyrande, what are you doing..."

"No, I..." Tyrande hesitated for a few seconds, and finally admitted her guilt in a frustrated manner, with an expression like a child who had made a mistake: "You! Don’t you always use your Duke’s sword to make me suffer? No matter how I said ’no’ or begged for mercy, you wouldn’t let me go. It’s rare to see the sword so cute today, so I was thinking, can you stretch your sword a little longer and tie a slipknot or something. If possible, I even want to try a bow."

Tie... tie... slipknot?

What a magical bow tie! ?

My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can’t!

Duke transformed himself into the most ferocious wolf and wanted to knock Tyrande down and execute her on the spot.

Just as Duke was about to make a move, Tyrande’s eyes moved, and her holy face and slightly mischievous expression blended perfectly together. She raised the corners of her mouth with a smile: "Duke, although I don’t mind, but..."

Duke is not afraid of anything, but he is most afraid of "but". Whenever there is a "but", something weird always happens.

Sure enough, Duke heard a commotion coming from somewhere.

It was only then that Duke discovered that the place where Tyrande placed him was not far from the previous battlefield, only about three hundred meters away.

The heroes of the Alliance dragged all of Garr’s minions, the Firesworn, out of the cave and dealt with them one by one, and then killed Garr before the arrival of the Sixth Man, Shaz’lar.

Soon after, these powerful men of the Alliance figured out Shaslar’s fighting style and rules without any instruction. The noise just now was the cheers of these guys celebrating their victory.

"Hahaha! Who!? Who else? Ragnaros, how many brothers do you have? Come on all at once. Otherwise, your grandfather will have to look for them one by one." The arrogant dwarf king Magni Bronzebeard held up Shazzrah’s head, stood on the hill of earth element formed after Garr was killed, put on the posture of a king of the world, and laughed non-stop!

The masked female thief Valeera complained to him: "That’s because your legs are too short to run."

The King of Ironforge’s heart suddenly turned to stone. No, his entire body seemed to be petrified, and was turned into ashes and blown away by a gust of wind.

The heroes of the Alliance are celebrating their victory.

The most mature Mograine sat on a big rock, breathing heavily.

Tirion came over, smiling, "What’s up, Alexandros?"

"It’s refreshing, very happy, but also a little tired. Alas, time is merciless." Mograine sighed.

"No, no, no, you can still fight for ten years." Tirion waved his hand.

"What’s the point of ten years if you can’t bring out the power of Ashbringer?" Mograine said meaningfully, "Duke told me that light and darkness are actually one. Ashbringer can also become Corrupted Ashbringer. I don’t want the day when this sword in my hand becomes a plaything of evil forces. So after we go back this time, or if I unfortunately meet with death, this sword will be yours."

Tirion felt himself choking.

How could a true warrior not wish to have a weapon that suits him?

Duke has the legendary sword of Gandalf the White.

Turalyon has the Great Royal Sword Quel’Zaram.

Mograine has Ashbringer.

Every divine sword has its own legendary story, which is sung day and night by bards traveling around the world.

As long as humans exist, their legends will continue to be passed down.

That is the supreme glory of a warrior.

As a noble Paladin, Tirion was envious but not jealous. However, when he heard that Mograine was going to give him the sword, his heart still started beating wildly.

That’s exciting!

Not out of greed, but out of the excitement that he could better destroy evil.

"Don’t hesitate or feel ashamed. Your noble character and strong will are worthy of this artifact."

"Actually, you don’t have to..." Tirion started to speak, but Mograine raised his hand to stop him.

"Everyone’s pursuit is different. We have all heard Duke’s suggestion, but I think that instead of pursuing false eternity, it is better to live a wonderful life. I have enjoyed wealth and glory, bathed in the glory of Lordaeron, fought against the most familiar evil, and upheld the glory of Her Majesty the Queen. My only regret is that I cannot train my son to be the most outstanding paladin, but I have no regrets anymore."

Tirion remained silent, listening to Mograine’s almost monologue.

"I believe that the existence of a Paladin should be to praise and uphold all the beauty in the world. We don’t demand perfection, but we must do our best and set an example for the world. So as a human being, birth, aging, illness and death are inevitable processes. I don’t intend to go against the laws of nature. And the noble holy light must also be better passed on."

After saying that, Mograine grasped the slender hilt of Ashbringer with one hand and handed the back half of the hilt to Tirion.

Almost at the moment when Tirion touched Ashbringer, the evil-slaying sword burst into a dazzling golden light - that was the proof that the sword recognized Tirion as its next master.

Everyone looked back, some were surprised, some were relieved.

right!

Birth, old age, sickness and death!

Fate brings about fate!

This is life!

At some point, everyone started clapping.

At the same time, before Duke had time to be intimate with his woman, someone came to his door.

"Boss Duke, have you seen anything similar to this on the leader of the fire element?" The three Windrunner sisters, who were the fastest, rushed to Duke, and Gavinrad arrived over there.

What he held high in his hand was something that looked like half of the skull of some creature. The aura of wind and thunder lingering on it clearly told everyone that this thing was no ordinary epic equipment.

Duke reluctantly took back his claws from Tyrande’s buttocks and coughed, "Damn you. What do you want this sword for? It’s not like you are responsible for carrying big things."

"Sword? It’s a sword?" Gavinrad’s eyes lit up in an instant: "Hahaha! Sure enough, this thing is destined to belong to me! As for the sword, Magni definitely doesn’t want it."

"The hammer is the romance of the dwarves--" Gavinrad put his hands on his hips and imitated Magni’s arrogant dwarf’s demeanor and tone, making all the ladies present laugh.

Duke was slightly embarrassed for half a second.

"Also, I can feel the power of wind and thunder above, which is quite close to my strength."

If Gavinrad hadn’t mentioned it, Duke would have almost forgotten that this guy had also gained the power of thunder at the Altar of Storms when he went with him to save Quel’Thalas. This made Gavinrad’s strength go from the last among the Silver Five to being on par with the other three, second only to the strongest Uther.

Now, if he, who possessed the power of thunder, had the wind sword, it might not be perfect, but it would at least be a good result.

"Okay, boss, here comes the question. You are so knowledgeable, but do you know where the other half is?" Gavinrad raised the Skull of the Wind Chaser in his hand.

Duke smiled.

He smiled brightly: "Since you can call me ’Boss’ so smoothly..."

Duke had said this, but he kept the topic a secret and refused to continue.

Knowing that Duke was trying to tease him, Gavinrad had no choice but to obey!

Looking at his well-behaved appearance, he looks just like a silly Husky. Behind his showy golden buttocks armor, it seems as if there is a furry dog tail wagging constantly, and it is almost drooling all over the floor.

Jaina smiled slyly, and flirtatiously threw herself into Duke’s arms, then turned to look at Gavinrad: "Say something nice, maybe if I’m happy, Duke will tell you the answer."

Knowing that Jaina was taking advantage of the situation, Gavinrad knew there was hope after observing her expression!

Morality or something!

Sell it if you give me equipment!

"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law! I salute you, sister-in-law—"

This fellow has absolutely no sense of shame or self-awareness of a paladin. I wonder where that sacred golden light that is so dense that it almost becomes tangible comes from.

If this world had PS, one of the four great evil spells in Duke’s original world, Duke would almost suspect that Gavinrad’s holy light was all made up by cheap special effects.

Anyway, Jaina was happy, and the other women were not happy. As long as they were thick-skinned enough, they all came up to be called "sister-in-law" by Gavinrad.

Looking at Gavinrad, Duke couldn’t help but recall the past.

Before he knew it, Gavinrad had been with him for almost twenty years, ever since he became a paladin in Lordaeron in the first year of the Dark Portal!

Gavinrad, who was supposed to have died after Arthas killed his father and even before Uther, is still alive and kicking. Having freed himself from the shackles of fate, he looks like he can fight for another ten or twenty years without any problems.

In the past twenty years, Gavinrad has been following him, serving as a guard and an errand runner. Whether he was standing guard at the door or trapped in the void, he never complained about anything.

Duke suddenly sighed - time!

Loyalty! It should be rewarded!

Duke patted Gavinrad on the shoulder and laughed: "Well! Since you have called me boss for twenty years, here is the ’answer’ you want."

After saying that, Duke stuffed the other half of the Wind Chaser’s Imprisoned Skull into Gavinrad’s hand.

That’s right!

Perhaps in the game, the drop rate of the left and right side items of this artifact sword is only about 3%. In the game, Duke’s buddy spent six years grinding and didn’t get the other half.

For example, there is a miserable player named "New Soldier"!

For example, new recruits!

New recruits...

Well, the important idiots have to laugh three times. Who told you to always force me to work! ?

In the real Azeroth, it seems that the two core items of the Wind Sword are bound to drop.

When Gavinrad put the two sides of the skull together, a spiritual power contained in the skull emanated, guiding Gavinrad in a mysterious way.

"This is..." Jaina was shocked.

Duke held down Jaina’s slender fingers: "Don’t worry, it’s a good thing!"

Gavinrad suddenly raised his head: "A voice told me to go to Silithus."

"Is it really there?" Duke sighed.

In a sense, the real version of Azeroth is surprisingly similar to the one in the game!

Calia came closer and blinked, "Duke, is there a story behind this sword?"

Duke looked at the girls, all of whom had expressions of curiosity killing the cat, and asked symbolically, "Do you want to hear it?"

"Yeah!" in unison.

"That is a story that happened 25,000 years ago..."

Prince Sunderland is the son of Al’Akir the Windrider. He is the lord of the wind element, the master of Thunder Fury, born on a typhoon night, a prince like the wind, hence the name Wind Chaser.

In ancient times, the Pantheon’s creation Titan visited Azeroth. The gods were worried about the evil hobbies of the Old Gods, because the Old Gods killed all intelligent creatures under their command at will and performed all kinds of crazy sacrifices.

The Titans then sent out their forces to fight the elementals and their evil masters.

The army of the Old Gods was led by the strongest elemental leaders: Ragnaros the Firelord, Therazane the Stonemother, Al’Akir the Windrider and Neptulon the Tidehunter, while the Titan Legion was led by the Titan warrior Sargeras, who had not yet fallen at the time. This event is known in history as the War of Domination.

The relationship between the elements and the ancient gods is more of a common interest. In return for summoning them into the physical world, the elements are willing to fight together with the ancient gods against the Titans who came to transform the world. The elements are not united. The wind element and the water element form an alliance to fight against the fire element.

Two years before the Great War, Prince Sunderland defeated the Firelord Ragnaros.

In the 16th year of the War of Domination, Prince Sunderland resisted Sargeras’s invasion of the Wind Realm, and Sargeras was forced to withdraw from the Wind Realm.

In the 17th year of the War of Dominion, due to Prince Sunderland’s confrontation with the extremely powerful Sargeras, Prince Sunderland began to lose his eyesight and his movements became slow.

Prince Sunderland loves Aisir, the wind-kissed elf and the daughter of the leader Adolion. However, Prince Sunderland knows that he will be blind soon, and Aisir hopes that Sunderland can leave the war with her. Sunderland knows that he cannot give her what she wants, so he does not express his love to Aisir, which is called "the prince’s regret".

In the 20th year of the Domination War, Sunderland became blind. In the same year, Neptulon the Tidehunter, who was an ally, was defeated by Sargeras and crucified on what is now the Dark Coast.

In the 33rd year of the War of Domination, Sargeras fell and betrayed the gods, but this was not the end of the War of Domination.

A new war begins. Ragnaros the Firelord attacks the Wind Realm. His subordinates, Gal and Baron Geddon, design a plan to bind Prince Sunderland. Prince Sunderland is ambushed by Ragnaros the Firelord and his essence is sucked away after his death.

But because Thunderan was too powerful, Ragnaros accepted the advice of Gar and Geddon and sealed the prince’s soul in two magical instruments, which were guarded by Gar and Geddon respectively.

Prince Sunderland never saw the light of day again, never saw Aichel again, and never had the chance to express his love again.

36 years after the Domination War, the Wind Realm was completely destroyed and the wind elements fled.

60 years after the Domination War, the Titans came to this world again and sealed all the elements that rebelled against the Titans, thus ending the Domination War.

At this point, Duke sighed: "The one who can rescue the prince will receive the prince’s test and blessing. And the blessing of Sunderland’s Thunder Fury Blessed Sword of the Wind Chaser is - ’Hero, I wish you a love that you will never regret.’"

"Woo woo woo!" Women are more emotional.

When hearing that Prince of Wind Sunderland could not see his lover for 25,000 years, Duke’s lovers were deeply touched, especially Tyrande, who understood too well the loneliness of waiting alone for a long time with a hope so weak that it could be ignored.

Unconsciously, Tyrande hugged Duke’s other arm tightly.

"Woo woo woo!" It was rare that Gavinrad, a Paladin of noble birth who smiled all day, actually had red eyes: "Well, I understand! For the sake of unrepentant love! It’s time for me to take Emily home... It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let her wait for me for so long."

Gavinrad casually brushed away his hair which was wet from the fierce battle and all over his forehead, then turned around, leaving a glorious back view for Duke and the girls.

Watching him walk away with great strides, almost everyone had this feeling in their hearts - Gavinrad is indeed a man who dares to act and take responsibility.

It seems that the world is about to stage another happy drama of lovers finally getting married!

At this time, Ilucia said in confusion: "Wait! Why do I remember clearly that Gavinrad is married, and his wife’s name is not Emily!"

What they feared most was that the air suddenly fell silent. For a moment, all the girls turned their eyes to Duke.

"Wait! What does Gavinrad’s death have to do with me?" Duke, feeling guilty, quickly typed with both hands to prove his innocence. Oh, no, he raised his hands high to show his innocence.

"Hmph! It’s all your fault that Gavinrad became a bad person!" Sylvanas directly sentenced Duke to death.

Duke is so innocent!

I never thought that being given a wind sword would make me the target of criticism. Could it be that I would risk angering warriors, thieves, and paladins all over the world by hacking this divine sword?

Haha! Just talking! Just talking!

For a moment, Duke seemed to be able to feel the resentful gazes of his friends who had only taken half of the Skull of the Wind Chaser back then, crossing the endless void and casting them at him.

Sigh! I remembered the time when I picked up the unwanted Warglaive of Azzinoth and traded it with other thieves. I enjoyed the pleasure of being scolded but being helpless.

Alas - I am indeed a noble and upright wizard!

By the way, killing six of Ragnaros’s subordinates in one go would have been painful even for an old man like Ragnaros, who had many soldiers and generals.

Duke is not too worried about the upcoming battle.

Now, Duke can enjoy the pleasure of ’touching the corpse’ to his heart’s content.

Well, the first boss dropped a pair of Cenario Boots, and together with the drops from the monsters, there are Cenarion-brand helmet, gloves, belt, and wristbands!

Almost in one breath, he armed the poor worker Broll Bearskin.

Duke was very proud: "Hey, look how popular I am. I didn’t waste anything I found."

Before he could finish his words, Jaina pinched the soft flesh on his waist: "Hmph! How dare you look at Sister Calia straight in the eye?"

"Ah! Hahaha! What a nice weather today!"

There was no cloud above my head—nonsense! How could there be clouds on the ceiling of a cave!

Duke looked around, but he refused to look at Calia, who was wearing mostly excellent equipment. There was no other way. When Lordaeron fell, the Lordaeron royal treasury was also destroyed, and the better equipment was taken away by the liches.

Even though Calia is the queen, she still couldn’t find a set of epic equipment after ascending the throne. After all, the best equipment is not available just because you want it.

Calia secretly pulled Jaina’s sleeve and said, "Jaina, I don’t mind. Don’t blame Duke. After all, no one knows what kind of spoils you can find!"

Jaina was angrily saying, "Humph! We all know that! But I just can’t stand the bad master showing off his Red Hand even though he has released nearly half a set of Demon Heart Warlock equipment that no one wants. Calia, let me tell you! Don’t think too much of the best equipment. At a critical moment, it can not only save your own life, but also the lives of your comrades."

The cool-looking top-grade equipment can certainly make others feel anxious, and they want to call robot to report that there is a show-off committing a crime here. Similarly, after enjoying the bonus of high-level epic equipment or even artifacts, it would be really uncomfortable to be downgraded to the original level.

It used to take 100 Frost Arrows to use up all the magic power, but now it only takes 80. Can you get used to it?

Duke also knew that his hands were red and black, and he swore that if he touched the corpse again, he would chop his hands off. He ran over and hugged Calia when no one else was paying attention, and blew hot air into her ears: "Don’t worry, Calia, after we defeat Ragnaros, we will go to Blackwing Lair to find trouble with Nefarian, and we will have better equipment by then."

Since the New Year, it has been rare to find an opportunity to be alone. The Queen of Lordaeron was hugged by Duke’s slender waist, and her bones had already softened. Of course, she had to do whatever Duke said: "Well, as long as everyone is safe, I don’t care about the rest."

well!

This is the good thing about soft girls!

Duke couldn’t help but glance at Tyrande, thinking that he had really taught the high priest bad things.

After killing six bosses, the situation suddenly opened up. the Alliance masters had more important things to do.

"Master! Is that right?" Vanessa stood in front of a 10-meter square with a fire rune on it, and raised the bottle emitting azure light in her hand.

"Well! Fall down!" Duke nodded.

What’s in that bottle is no ordinary thing, it’s the Essence of Water obtained from the water element of Hydraxia by Duke Hydrasis!

After killing the leader who is the fulcrum of Molten Core, destroying the energy fulcrum that supports Molten Core - the Fire Rune, will be able to shake Ragnaros’ control over Molten Core.

Duke wants more than that.

Duke, Rhonin and other mages worked together to cast a spell, building a larger three-dimensional magic circle around the flame rune. As the Essence of Water fell, the flame rune made a ’squeaking’ sound, similar to the sound of quenching iron in a blacksmith’s shop.

The next second, the two great Antonidas and a group of Grand Magus wizards activated the magic circle at the same time, isolating all the energy from the Molten Core.

On the flat ground, an icy cold wind suddenly blew up, making the other heroes watching from a distance shiver!

Suddenly, a huge phantom of a water element appeared on the destroyed fire rune.

That was of course the Duke of Hydrasis: "Well done! Sir Edmund Duke! You are more powerful than I thought. I thank you on behalf of the Hydratian water element."

Duke smiled and took a step forward: "When I sent Rhonin as an envoy, I said that we have a common enemy, don’t we?"

When the Water Elemental Duke Heidasis heard this, his deep blue eyes, which were formed by the gathering of high-purity water elements, suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance: "Yes! We have a common enemy!"

"Then my previous proposal..."

Duke Hydrasis said in a decisive tone: "We water elementals don’t have as many twists and turns as you humans. You have fulfilled your promise as an ally, and we will naturally abide by the covenant!"

Then Hydrasis raised his right hand, which was fingerless and looked like a sandbag. A huge fountain with a diameter of at least 20 meters and a height of 100 meters suddenly rose behind him.

Then, elite water elemental warriors continued to pour in. They were taller and more muscular than ordinary water elementals, and the powerful elemental aura lingering around them could be easily sensed even by non-magic professionals.

They dispersed in four directions in an organized manner, and then some slender water elements began to set up a new magic circle on the ground outside Duke and his team’s magic circle.

Mograine came up to the smiling Duke and asked, "You want to do something big?"

"Yes! Very big... very big..." The smile on Duke’s face made Mograine feel a little inexplicably expectant.

That’s right, before entering Molten Core, Duke said that he would build a forward base inside. But after more than a month, Duke never mentioned this matter. In this dark place with only the seemingly eternal light of lava, if it weren’t for Duke’s extremely strange concept of time, it is estimated that no one except Tyrande, who believes in the goddess of the moon, can figure out the time. But Duke’s time is so accurate that it is amazing.

Mograine and others almost forgot about advancing to the base.

It now seems that we have to kill the enemy leader and seize the energy node of this underground space before we can build a base.

Fifteen minutes later, after more than two thousand elite water elementals had caused chaos in their surroundings, the Alliance’s heroes were pleasantly surprised to find that the environment within a radius of three kilometers had really changed.

Even with Duke’s Wide Area Ice Shield to resist dust and lower the temperature, the air was still a bit bad. Because in the shield, what could not be avoided was Duke’s rich magic power.

Now the water elements set up a huge water element cover around them, and the air suddenly became fresh and natural. Because the water elements of Hedachia used the most basic water elements in nature, which was different from the water elements that Duke used magic to call from the elemental world, and there was a difference between the source and the downstream.

Not only that, Duke and his team immediately opened a medium-sized portal.

The first to be teleported over was a reorganized group of Dalaran mages.

They immediately started working to prepare a larger portal. Duke did not take any action, but Rhonin was in charge of the magic circle of the portal.

After tinkering for a long time, the portal was completed. A large number of dwarf and gnome craftsmen and technicians drove a lot of strange machines through the portal.

You should know that the magic power required for teleportation is proportional to the weight, volume, and strength of the life form of the teleported object.

The amount of magic power consumed in teleporting this group of troops... Just look at how the high-purity magic crystals that were priceless a moment ago turned into dull crystals and were then casually thrown aside, and you will know how terrifying it is.

High Craftsman Gelbin greeted Magni, then took his dwarf engineering team, under the protection of water elemental troops, ran to a place they thought was suitable and began to set up machinery.

At this time, Duke Hydrasis came over and bent down slightly. "The first fulcrum has been established. The Hydraxia Commando is on standby at any time. Once you have rested, you can set off to the next location of the Fire Rune."

Duke nodded. "Although we would like to destroy all the fire runes in Molten Core as soon as possible, I do not recommend dividing our forces or setting off immediately."

"It’s alright. Hydrashia has been waiting for a chance for revenge for 25,000 years. They don’t care about this moment. Leave the guarding work to us. Please have a good rest."

At this time, Jaina came over and pulled Duke’s sleeve: "Hey, do you think there is something different here?"

Jaina pointed to her Mage’s Peak.

"There’s no difference, they’re still as straight as ever..." Duke stopped talking. It was indeed a bit horrible.

Originally, Jaina’s Mage’s Peak was like a big white flour steamed bun, big and white, but now it looks black, it is simply a black flour steamed bun made of wheat husks!

Duke felt so sad that he went to find Duke Hydrasis and made a small request.

the Alliance’s heroes began to set up camp.

It was a large lava pillar that rose from the ground to the top of the lava wall. Nearly thirty people from the Hero Group camped around the pillar.

When it comes to enjoyment, Duke is absolutely corrupt and degenerate.

Don’t make things difficult for yourself no matter who you are.

Duke chanted a spell, and according to the small authority he had obtained from Hydrasis, he caused a small spring to gush out from the land that had been occupied by the water element.

Duke clenched his left hand, and the pure arcane energy was grinding the rock pillar at a high speed, and the base of the pillar, which was originally tilted at 45 degrees, was forcibly carved out into pools similar to terraces.

Duke raised his right hand, a strong wind blew up, and the ground sand and gravel flew away immediately.

As the clean, warm spring water flowed down and filled the pools, the heroines exclaimed in surprise and admiration.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

"Look at the edge of the pool. It’s polished so smoothly that there’s no need to hurt your feet."

"Well, Duke, if you can’t continue to be a wizard, you can consider becoming a craftsman in my palace."

It has to be said that such a place that is almost like a hot spring paradise is definitely a great miracle in the Molten Heart full of magma, Mars and hot air.

Duke created the Battlefield Hot Spring Park based on his memories of the hot spring hotel he visited before traveling through time, and it easily won the favor of all the female heroes.

Women are born with a love of beauty. Even if they have to be covered in dust and make themselves look dirty in order to fight, their love of beauty will become stronger and stronger.

When the hot spring pool was built and a tall wall was erected according to their request, and after Jaina set up a magic circle to block prying eyes, the women rushed into the hot spring area shouting and screaming.

Just when Duke was about to follow in, the poor Duke was turned away.

"Hmph! There are more than just our sisters here!" Ilucia put her hands on her hips.

"Duke, it might not be a good idea for you to come." Calia whispered.

Sylvanas did the simplest thing, and simply put up a sign at the gate written in the common language: "Perverts and Dukes are not allowed to enter!"

Duke is depressed!

It’s hard enough for me to fight Molten Core, and now I have to help you queens build hot springs. After I finish building it, I don’t get any benefits?

Is this reasonable?

Men are sometimes just suicidal creatures.

The more you can’t get it, the more you want it!

Originally, Duke had no idea what to do.

Just use Invisibility!

Make trouble! Make trouble!

"Hehe! Today I will establish my supreme status as the king of the harem!" Du tiptoed around the sign that symbolized shame and entered quickly and quietly.

The wall at the gate was erected by Duke, so how could someone not leave a back door for himself?

With a light click, a gorgeous revolving door appeared on the seemingly complete wall.

Who knew that just as Duke climbed in, a magic message suddenly came...

In the hot spring, the girls were chattering and flirting.

Men discuss women together.

Women come together to judge men.

This is almost an eternal truth.

"Will Duke come in?" Calia asked her sisters in a low voice.

As a result, all the sisters answered at the same time: "Of course!"

Sylvanas added domineeringly: "I know that guy will not be able to help himself! But it doesn’t matter, the wind will tell me when he comes."

"Sister Sylvanas, is she going to deal with him?" Ilucia asked.

"Of course! We can’t be too accommodating to that guy, otherwise he will become unscrupulous." Sylvanas said firmly.

"Oh! I was thinking, if Duke sneaks in invisible, should I shout ’No’ to liven up the atmosphere, or shout ’Don’t stop’ to stimulate it." Tyrande held her face, which always looked very holy, and talked about some big topics, making several thin-skinned guys blush.

Alas! The female driver can’t afford to get hurt from speeding!

However, unexpectedly, Duke did not come until the girls finished bathing and playing.

"Has anyone seen Duke? What happened?" After coming out, Jaina asked the people around her.

Rhonin, who was in charge of the portal, replied: "Master? He seemed to be in a hurry and went back through the portal."

Urgent matter? What kind of urgent matter could make the Alliance Commander rush over in person?

You know what, it’s really an urgent matter.

On Blackrock Mountain, corpses were scattered all over the ground and all the blood that should have been shed had long been drained.

The almost violently high temperature steamed and baked everything that came near here, whether alive or dead.

There were thousands of orc corpses, not a single one of them was facing towards Blackrock Spire, and there was not a single scar on their backs. The cause of death for all the corpses was that the front of their bodies were torn apart by powerful force and destructive power.

In the distance is a vast and endless red plain.

Nearby, a small tribe was running desperately towards the plain at the foot of the mountain.

Their velociraptors had long since died on the mountain, leaving only a few trolls carrying a few burly figures on the simplest stretchers.

One of the orcs on the stretcher was clearly covered in wounds, but he was still shouting heartbreakingly: "Put me down! Put me down! I want to fight those bastards!"

"What are you going to fight with? You’re just going to die!"

"Just go and die! Enough! I’ve had enough! Vol’jin! Leave me behind - let me complete the final glory of the orcs!" Grom, who was wrapped like a dumpling on the stretcher, struggled desperately.

Is that a roar? Is that a cry? Is that a plea?

Even Grom Hellscream himself couldn’t figure it out.

"Glory!? Is it the glory of the Horde to be completely wiped out in Blackwing Lair? Didn’t your dead friend Orgrim try to retreat back then? Fine, fine! You orcs are brave enough! Then I, Vol’jin, will be the coward who runs away! I tell you, Grom, even if I have to bear the stigma, I will save you from the black dragon’s hands and send you back to Thrall alive."

"No! Thrall! No - I am too ashamed to see Thrall! Three thousand elite soldiers were wiped out... It’s my fault! It’s all my fault -" Grom was in tears, and it was impossible to tell which parts of his face were blood, tears, and sweat.

"Shut up! Grom! We agreed to fight against the traitor! Even if he is guilty, Thrall and I are equally guilty! The key now is that we must leave here alive and then find a way to take revenge." Vol’jin was guarding the back of the team with a spear.

His injuries were also serious. His left arm was torn off from the elbow. For people of other races, this would be a lifelong disability.

Vol’jin is a troll, a perverted race that can theoretically recover infinitely as long as the head and heart are not damaged and there is enough nutrition and time. Therefore, after a bloody battle, everyone’s injuries are similar, but Vol’jin is in the best condition.

"Revenge? How do you do it?!"

"There is a magic circle here. All teleportation and magic messaging have been disrupted, but I fired a distress signal as agreed. Now we can only hope that the Alliance will keep its promise of joining forces and send a rescue team to save us..." At this point, Vol’jin’s mouth was full of bitterness.

It is ironic that the once extremely powerful tribe now has to ask for help from its former conquered and mortal enemies.

Suddenly, a terrible roar came from behind everyone.

"Roar——" That was the roar of some peerless ferocious beast from ancient times.

Grom was desperate: "Damn it! That thing actually caught up with us. It’s over! Unless the Alliance gathers all the heroes, there will be no one who can compete with it."

Not only Grom, but even Vol’jin was in despair. He looked back and finally stopped: "Yes... it’s too late. Even if there are thieves in the Alliance who saw our flares and sent out the distress signal, and then organized a rescue team to come... they probably can only pick up our bones."

A huge red beast rushed out of the gate of Blackrock Mountain towards the Burning Plains. It spread its huge red wings and soared into the sky. After just a few flaps, the shadow of its wings had already enveloped the tribal chiefs.

It was an ancient red dragon with extremely powerful strength.

His eyes were red and fixed on Vol’jin and his group.

Weird things also happened at this time...

Obviously, it was the most terrifying pursuer and one of the culprits for the destruction of three thousand elite orcs, but its words were filled with the deepest despair.

"Oh! No! Go away! Leave me now!"

"I can’t control myself anymore!"

"I don’t want to kill you, because your death will make my sins even greater!"

Although Vol’jin wanted to refute it, "If you don’t want to kill us, don’t attack!", but Vol’jin knew that the actions of the red dragon had nothing to do with its will.

It is also a tragic existence.

Its name is Vaelastrasz the Corrupted.