CHAPTER 934: FACE THEM

This time, Duke no longer mingled with the priest team. He switched to the mage team and ran out. With a wave of his hand, a large number of water elements appeared.

Not only him, but also mages such as Rhonin and Jaina quickly followed and summoned their own water elements.

Under normal circumstances, a wizard would only have one water element at most. When reaching the Sunrise level, this limit would be relaxed, but there would still be an upper limit. However, at this moment, everyone only saw ripples around the wizards, and elite water elements kept popping out one after another in the semi-illusory space magic circle.

"Purify you in the name of Neptulon the Tidehunter!"

They faced forward fearlessly and attacked their enemies with frost elements.

This scene is simply a continuation of the earth-shaking battle for dominance 25,000 years ago!

"You stubborn bastards! Do you still want to defile my holy land?!" Ragnaros was angry!

He was really angry!

Originally in history, when he summoned the fire element to come to the rescue, he would look superior and just stand there watching his subordinates fight with mortals. When he saw that Duke shamelessly brought in his enemy, the Hydrashia Water Elemental Legion, he no longer cared about the dignity of a strong man and directly struck him with a hammer.

"Bang--" This time, it was the old bull Cairne who took the blow instead of Magni who had temporarily canceled the God Descending to Earth state.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! You all deserve to be burned to ashes—"

No longer limited to attacking the two most hateful warriors, Ragnaros actually "unruly" swung his hammer at the rest of the mortals.

"Ah--" The formation was already a little scattered and became even more chaotic as it was constantly blown away by the impact of flames.

Rag’s attack frequency is not high, but it is very powerful!

When he used his height to attack the ranger group and the healing group outside the two lava rivers, even Magni and Cain were out of reach.

The four Windrunner sisters used all their strength to barely dodge the direct attack of the artifact hammer at high speed. Even so, the powerful flame shock wave still caused varying degrees of burns on their long legs.

Although it can be cured and will not leave scars, Duke is heartbroken!

mine!

mine!

Those thighs are all mine!

You are looking for death, Rag——

Duke couldn’t bear it any longer and glanced at Onyxia, who was pretending to be a wizard beside him.

The Black Dragon Princess understood immediately!

"Roar——" A dragon roar that shocked the four directions resounded throughout the underground cave.

"What!?" Ragnaros’ red eyes, which were condensed from ultra-high temperature flames, suddenly shrank.

He could never imagine that there was a humanoid black dragon hiding in front of him. It was not one of those ancient dragons that he could kill at will, but a real and powerful black dragon with the status of a demigod.

He immediately sensed that even though the black dragon in front of him was not in perfect condition, it was obviously injured not long ago and had not yet fully recovered, and its divine status was much lower than his.

However, a demigod is still a demigod after all. Even if there is a gap in strength, he can still pose enough threat to him.

Ragnaros hit her with his hammer at the dragon’s head on the spot.

This hammer was no longer a random blow, but rather swift and erratic. It seemed to hit Onyxia’s head on her flexible dragon neck, or to hit her left wing, or to aim at her front paw.

If it were the previous Onyxia, she would definitely be at a loss and would have to retreat.

But times are different now.

Through the soul connection, Onyxia saw a strange trajectory in her spiritual world. It was the soul information sent back by the part of her soul that she had dedicated to Duke. The possible attack trajectory of the Balrog hammer, which seemed to be powerful enough to smash her brains out, was all in her sight, and it would change with her movements.

This new combat method called Duke Tactical Simulation System seemed to open a door for her that she had never seen before.

Powerful and effective!

Just when everyone thought that Onyxia had to avoid the attack, the black dragon made a special move that made others incredible - she retracted her left wing, used the claws on the top of her right wing as a fulcrum, and made a right flip.

When she narrowly let the huge flaming hammer pass by her dragon’s belly less than half a meter away, the long dragon tail suddenly struck out like a meteor hammer.

The ice armor made of deep-sea ice in the Hydratian water elemental territory, which had long been installed on the dragon’s tail, drew a huge arc in the air and finally hit Ragnaros hard on the forehead.

"Ouch!" The Fire Lord cried out miserably and retreated for the first time since the battle began. His lower body, which was wrapped in a triple fire tornado, supported his body and leaned back greatly, barely avoiding the second attack from Onyxia’s right hind leg.

You can avoid the first day, but you can’t avoid the fifteenth!

In order to dodge the Black Dragon Princess’s combo, he ended up exposing his huge body to the melee group of the hero group.

Especially those bastard warriors, they switched to violent posture without hesitation and beat Rag to death.

In the blink of an eye, Ragnaros felt his fire power drop drastically.

Just when he wanted to fight back, Onyxia retreated. She didn’t confront him head-on, but flew up and circled around him like a fly, launching harassing attacks without causing any harm.

"Black Dragon! Aren’t you dragons known as the strongest race? Where is your courage? Come on! Face me head-on!" Ragnaros was furious and threw huge fireballs the size of huts at the Black Dragon Princess.

Sadly, this didn’t work.

Just as Onyxia would not waste her energy using fire dragon breath on Rag, Rag’s flames could not do anything to Onyxia who also played with fire.

The Black Dragon Princess is born with an insanely high resistance to fire. Although she is not immune to it, she will still be hurt if she is hit by a fire. But the density of Rag’s flame throwing is not enough!

Especially in the tactical simulation system sent by Duke, the Road of each fireball can be clearly seen. If she really shows signs of being hit, there will be a red alarm arrow to prompt her. If she is hit, Onyxia will be getting worse and worse.

He threw nearly a thousand fireballs in one breath, and actually gave the opponent a move of 100% Dodge. That was not some tiny mortal, nor was it a false illusion, it was a black dragon forty or fifty meters long!

But Onyxia twisted her body to the left and pulled her abdomen to the right while circling at high speed, and she missed a single shot!

If Ragnaros had balls, he would be in great pain right now.

While Rag was fighting with the black dragon, the mortal heroes below made a fortune in silence, and unknowingly, they reduced Rag’s fire element reserves by a large margin.

Ragnaros was furious, but no matter how furious, how resentful, or how easily provoked he was, he was still an intelligent creature.

Every quarter of an hour, more than 100,000 tons of seawater poured onto Rag.

Every second, the Molten Core territory that brought him power was swallowed by the sea.

A water elemental leader was wreaking havoc in his territory, destroying every water barrier he had erected, but he was powerless to do anything.

At this moment, he was scared! Really scared!

"Ahhhhhh——" It was not a scream, but more of a bestial roar.

For the first time, Ragnaros raised the huge Hammer of the Fire Demon high in both hands, ignoring all obstacles around him - the provocation of the two warriors, the guerrilla warfare of the black dragon princess, and the direct attacks of dozens of water jets.

His eyes were extremely empty, as if he was not looking at anyone at all.

The more this happened, the more uneasy Duke felt.

Because according to the system prompts, Ragnaros’ health is at least 30%!

"Disperse!" Duke gave the order directly.

But it seemed a little too late, because Rag had already fallen over like a fire tornado, lying on the spot where Magni should have been standing. The next moment, his suddenly swollen arms urged the house-sized Fire Demon Hammer to smash down.

"Boom--" The hammer had not yet landed on the ground, but it had already made a deafening explosion in mid-air.

The scene was as if the sun in the sky had crossed space, passed through the deep rock layers, and fallen here.

Moreover, this time, Rag’s target is no longer the thick-skinned and strong warriors, or even the melee group. She has been aiming at the healing group from the very beginning!

Not to mention the several female pastors who were frightened, even Duke himself turned pale.

not good!

Once the healing team was wiped out, no one would be able to survive for more than five minutes in this fiery hell dominated by Rag.

The huge flaming hammer was so dazzling, rapidly enlarging in his field of vision.

Not to mention Calia and Sally who were already stunned with fear, even Benedictus who had already run a few steps and Tyrande who was even more agile realized that there was no way they could escape by their own strength.

The only one who had a chance of escaping the hammer’s pounding was Broll Bearpelt, who transformed into a leopard and escaped.

Benedictus’ mouth moved as he looked at the hammer rapidly falling above his head as if he wanted to say something. Finally, he lowered his head dejectedly, waiting for the judgment of fate.

"Woo..." Sally cried, she was completely at a loss.

"Duke..." Calia pursed her lips and prayed. If this was the last prayer in her life, then the person she was praying for was obviously Duke.

Only Tyrande, in an emergency, took out the Flash Strike Bow from her pocket and shot an arrow with a rope, but she didn’t know whether it was too late.

At the very end, suddenly a huge ice prism shot up into the sky, and like a needle against a thorn, it hit the huge hammer of the fire demon hard.

Perhaps, this attack was a failure.

Because the frost element contained inside is far, far different from the Hammer of the Flame Demon.

The ice prism only resisted the Flame Demon’s Hammer for about one tenth of a second before it was defeated and turned directly into ice flakes that exploded in the air.

Yet it was successful.

In just this tenth of a second, a white figure quickly passed through the shadow of the Hammer of the Fire Demon and pounced near several priests.

"Ah--" Sally screamed as a huge force pulled her lower abdomen across the waist. The force was so strong that it almost squeezed out her dinner last night.

"Du..." Before the surprise on Calia’s face could bloom, she felt dizzy and seemed to see the world upside down.

Only Tyrande had the best dynamic vision. She gave up her own way of escape and instead bent down, assuming a posture that was best suited to dealing with the impact.

Well, Benedictus was the most miserable. He suddenly felt a huge force on his butt, and then he flew out and fell into the lava pool in pain to take a bath.

"Bang!" With a deafening sound, a huge wave of lava more than 30 meters high splashed up from the place where the hammer fell. The solid rock layer bulged in circles like waves, and the area within hundreds of meters was all covered by the splashing hot lava.

Even though all the heroes were wearing fire-resistant suits, they were still choked by the extremely high temperature fire waves and could hardly breathe.

"No——" someone exclaimed.

Is the treatment group finished?

Everyone was looking at the spot where the Hammer of the Fire Demon had fallen. However, the lava there was roiling, and even the shape of the ground had changed, so there was no sign of any survivors.

Suddenly, Duke’s voice rang out: "What are you standing there for? Beat him up!"

Following the direction of the sound, everyone finally saw the situation of the treatment team - it was on the top of a protruding rock. The youngest priest girl, Sally, was held in Duke’s right hand like a burden; on his right shoulder, Duke carried Queen Calia. The round part was very eye-catching, and the pair of calves were shaking. It seemed that Calia could be heard shouting "Put me down" or something like that; Duke’s left hand was holding Tyrande’s waist, and the night elf high priest was staring at Duke intoxicated.

"Ahem!" Broll was more humane. He ran over to pick up Benedictus, who was almost being burned to death by the lava.

It was a mess, but at least no one died.

The heroes all turned around and continued to attack Ragnaros frantically.

"Damn it!" Ragnaros was extremely angry. He didn’t expect that even after his full-strength attack, he failed to kill a single mortal.

Over there, Onyxia sent a weak voice of soul to her master: "This kind of attack... If you insist on me taking it, I can only take it once at most."

"No need!" Duke let out a breath, shook his head, and cleared the messy thoughts from his mind.

Sure enough, in real battles, there is no boss who only attacks warriors. Only idiots would specifically attack those thick-skinned and unkillable guys.

When Ragnaros puts away his arrogance, his difficulty level really increases!

Duke shouted: "Hydasis——"

"Here—I am—"

When the first word sounded, the sound seemed to be in the sky. When the second word sounded, the sound seemed to be very close.

Without any warning, the rock wall behind the remote group that reached the top of the cave suddenly melted.

The dark walls suddenly turned into azure blue.

In less than three seconds, a water elemental giant as huge as Ragnaros appeared.

"Hidasith!? You have no right to stand in front of me--" Ragnaros roared.

"Really? But I’m already standing in front of you! And I’m not the only one!" Duke Hydrasis glanced at Duke with his eyes made of the purest essence of water element. His eyes, which were very human, showed a look of gratitude.

Duke Hydraxis’s gratitude was heartfelt.

If it weren’t for Duke, he wouldn’t even be qualified to stand in front of Rag, even though he hadn’t even entered the realm of demigod. But now, he had the opportunity to avenge his dead master in the Domination War.

Duke Hydrasis’ heart is burning.

"Puff!" To outsiders, the Duke of Water Element almost shot out his entire arm and smashed it towards Rag. Only the mages could clearly feel that the Duke was actually using the water element he extracted from the sea water as a weapon to blast it. The Duke of Hydrasis’s body was not that big at all.

The two elemental giants, who were definitely towering monsters in the eyes of mortals, were fighting each other without any fancy moves.

Over there, Duke was finally able to take a breath. He first put down the limp Sally, then grabbed Queen Calia’s butt and put her down.

Calia’s face was red, and she secretly punched Duke’s strong chest a few times to protest, but then she tiptoed and gave Duke a quick kiss on the lips as if she was afraid of being seen.

Seeing Calia’s neck turn red and she ran back to her treatment post, Tyrande whispered in Duke’s ear: "I really envy Calia for still keeping her pure heart. Alas, she is not like me. You have corrupted me. Well, I know what you want, you little pervert. I will come to see you tonight."

Tyrande looked righteous and holy, as if she was explaining something, but she happened to be speaking in such private secrets, which made Duke grit his teeth.

Well, since the fight is still going on, I won’t deal with you first.

Watching Tyrande run swiftly to another location, Duke turned to look at Sally on the ground.

Huh!? This is not good.

Sally was holding her face with both hands. Her face looked like a steamed shrimp, rosy and white. Obviously, she heard what Calia and Tyrande said to her just now!

This huge gossip clearly shocked Sally.

"Sally, actually, I, and them..."

"Well! It’s okay! I swear I will keep it a secret!" Sally suddenly stood up and looked at Duke firmly: "It’s a pity that I already have someone I like, otherwise I would probably fall in love with a great hero like you, Lord Edmund!"

ah!?

Before Duke could react, Sally came over and kissed him on the cheek like a chick pecking at rice.

"But I still want to thank Lord Edmund. You are a good man!" After saying that, Sally ran away with a blushing face.

Wait! What the hell was that? A kiss from the good guy card?

Damn it! If I don’t have a harem now, believe it or not, I will beat you up! ?

Duke turned his head and squinted at the field.

He could clearly feel the concentration of the fire element around him dropping sharply. For example, when Duke saved someone just now, he used the Ice Cone Technique to bless his legs, using the rapidly ejected frost element to drive himself to charge quickly. The magic power required to use that move just now was 100, but now it is 50, because the suppression of the fire element on other elements has begun to weaken.

The arcane elements that were once unusable are now usable. After Rhonin sensed it, he immediately started to have fun, and an exaggerated rain of arcane missiles was pouring towards Ragnaros.

Not only him, but even Onyxia, who was still injured, stepped up her offensive after having Duke Hydrasis as a big sandbag.

That’s right, Hydrasis was weaker than Rag, and he was at a disadvantage in the water and fire elemental attack. He could only make up for the qualitative gap with "quantity" in a very painful way. However, with the help of the Hero Group and the Black Dragon Princess, the balance of victory quickly tipped towards the coalition forces.

And with him around, Ragnaros has little chance of landing a heavy blow on the healing team.

Duke didn’t do much. At this point, there are only two outcomes:

Or, as happened in history, the Fire Lord will eventually fall.

Or...

"You are a bunch of depraved and insignificant scum! You have defiled my holy land! Do you think this is the end? Do you think I will give my holy land to you as a trophy!? No! Never! Die! All of you, die! I will use the last flame to burn all of you blasphemers to ashes!"

In everyone’s view, the huge Ragnaros suddenly shrank to about one-third of his original size. Even so, he was still nearly five stories tall!

Perhaps this is a kind of weakness, but it is more of a terrible cohesion.

Smaller in size, but hotter in temperature.

Previously, the Duke of Water Elemental Hydrasis, who could rely on external water elemental replenishment and fight Ragnaros, was unable to get close to the Fire Lord at this time. The huge water bomb he threw out was completely evaporated halfway.

Such a horribly high temperature only proves one thing—the Fire Demon King is about to self-destruct!

Death here is not the end for Ragnaros, as most of his soul is still in the Land of Fire. He can regain his life in just ten years.

But for the Alliance and the Horde, it would be a complete nightmare if all these powerful people were to die here!

"Kill!" Mograine, holding Ashebringer, was the first to rush over!

The sword, a deadly weapon that had once wiped out tens of thousands of undead, used the brightest and most dazzling golden light to offset the thousands-degree flames on Rag’s body.

"Count me in!" The second one was Magni. He activated Gods Descend to Earth again and, relying on his extremely high magic resistance, he also rushed forward.

The third one is Onyxia. As a demigod and a dragon, she has more resources to deal with this attack.

What no one expected was that another person rushed forward—Duke!

He frantically activated every magic circuit in his body, holding the Legendary Sword of Gandalf, the White Swordmaster in his hand, his whole body turned into a comet-like stream of light, and as Cairne used the totem pole almost like playing baseball, he flew up from the ground into the sky and stabbed straight into Ragnaros’ chest.

In the middle of the pool of fire, Ragnaros was in great pain.

But he completely ignored the attacks from all other beings, even Onyxia, who was also a demigod, because she lacked the courage to fight to the death.

Only Duke!

This human not only possessed enough power to destroy him, but also possessed an extremely strong and clear determination.

This is not just destruction!

Rag clearly felt that Duke was declaring in an almost overbearing manner that he was about to plunder the power that originally belonged to him.

"Ants—" Ragnaros roared, and the ultra-high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees formed an almost absolute fire field. All the elements within the field were engraved with his mark.

Not only the fire element, but also every drop of magma under his feet and every molecule in the air, carried his will and attacked Duke at the same time!

When a great wizard reaches the Dawn of the Sun stage of strength, he can perform many magics that he normally would not dare to think of.

Duke had once used ice prisms to hold up the Windrunner sisters on the Thandol Bridge, but now he was holding up himself. Using only the ice prisms he had condensed in the void, Duke used the ice prisms as fulcrums to perform a Flash.

To others, the raging sea of fire seemed to have no way out, but to Duke, it was just a group of elemental molecules arranged and moving in a very regular pattern.

The principle of Flash is to use high-concentration arcane energy to temporarily tear space and teleport the caster’s body. When Duke activates Flash, heroes with good dynamic vision can even see the golden sparks that burst out when the arcane element and the fire element collide at high speed.

The feeling of the elemental collision was not pleasant, and Duke’s mind was very clear and there were waves of tingling.

All kinds of scenes in the field of vision flew past at high speed in front of the eyes, and the "squeaking" sound similar to that of metal scraping, which made people’s teeth ache, kept ringing in the ears.

It is not only a clash of elements, a test of the resilience of the magic circuit, but also a test of the spiritual realm.

Almost every time you flash forward 50 meters, the resistance in front will double.

In the beginning, it was just a matter of breaking through the water mist, but in the end it was simply a matter of ramming one’s mortal body into the concrete floor.

The trance-like feeling of being shattered almost caused Duke to have a mental breakdown.

He made it through!

Whether it’s body, mind or soul.

Then he saw Ragnaros with his mouth open in extreme astonishment.

The last ray of magic light flashed, and Duke crashed into Ragnaros’ mouth like a meteor, and fell rapidly into Ragnaros’ chest.

Wrapped in a thick ice shield that was constantly generated and melted at a high speed, Duke was traveling through Ragnaros’ throat at high speed, and it felt like taking a bath in lava. It was almost impossible to find the right path in the pitch-dark place, but fortunately Duke kept correcting his direction under the guidance of the system.

Three seconds!

But it seemed like three centuries had passed!

Even Grom, the most courageous warrior of the Horde, opened his mouth in disbelief.

Even Alleria, Sylvanas, Vereesa, Tyrande and others who trusted Duke the most let out uncontrollable screams.

Onyxia opened her fang-filled mouth and breathed in only cold air.

Crashed headfirst into the body of a fire elemental demigod lord!

How is this different from suicide?

If it was Duke, who is hailed as the strongest hero of mankind, could he create this miracle?

"Yes! Duke can do it!" Alleria burst into tears instantly. She didn’t know when, she and her sisters, as well as all of Duke’s lovers, were holding hands and becoming one.

They were shocked by Duke’s amazing move and prayed for his safety.

Duke did not disappoint anyone who supported him. At the moment when all the magic power in his body was about to be 100% drained, he grasped a huge core in one hand.

Lava Core——One of the necessary materials for making fire-resistant equipment.

But this time, what Duke held was the Malta Core of Ragnaros, the Firelord!

This core gathers the purest power of Ragnaros and the most violent part of his soul. It can be said that it is because of this core that this huge clone in the Molten Core exists.

"Arrogant! How dare a tiny mortal want to get involved in the divine realm?!" A flame that seemed to be hundreds of thousands of degrees rose from the core and extended from Duke’s arm.

If Duke’s first reaction was to cringe, then all would be lost.

But Duke still holds on to the core tightly.

Because that flame is a spiritual flame.

That was the final resistance from the elemental demigod.

Perhaps Duke could start with the easy and then move on to the difficult. Even if he was eyeing the divine realm, he could start with the simplest and weakest divine creatures, or even snatch the divinity of his own mount.

However, this is probably not possible.

Divinity is the characteristic of God, representing the greatest quality of a god or demigod.

If Duke wants to get involved in the divine realm, he must find a path that suits him best.

Duke has used the system to scan Onyxia countless times and concluded that the divinity of the Black Dragon Princess is less than 10% consistent with Duke’s, because it is a thing of the dragon lineage.

Duke pondered over it, and realized that in Azeroth, the three most comfortable classes he played were Fire, Frost, and Arcane. The next best were Nature, Holy Light, and Shadow, which belonged to Wind and Thunder.

It just so happens that they have to deal with Ragnaros again, so knowing that Ragnaros’s real body is in the Fire Land, devouring a clone of the Fire Lord is the best option.

High-end, atmospheric and classy!

Plus one step at a time!

If he couldn’t even deal with a clone of the Flame Demon, then he could give up on his ambition to become a god.

Ragnaros’ mental backlash was completely within Duke’s expectations!

"Aaaaaaaaa——"

hot!

Super hot!

Ridiculously hot!

It was so hot that I totally lost all feeling!

Duke saw his body being burned by the flames: his robes turned to ashes in an instant, the hair on his hands and legs turned black in the blink of an eye, and even the ashes were swept away by the flames. His originally clean skin cracked like dry earth, and then rolled up and was torn off his muscles.

Another burst of heart-wrenching pain!

The next moment, it was the muscles’ turn. The originally slender and elastic muscles shrank rapidly and curled up into a ball. The bloody bones turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, then burned black. Finally, even the internal organs emitted an unpleasant stench and were burned into charcoal...

Duke is ’dead’!

If Duke in the spirit world truly believes that he is dead, then his soul will dissipate and he in reality will also die.

Unfortunately, Duke had already simulated such a violent illusion of fire hell no less than a hundred times!

When Ragnaros’s will of fire was "raging" in Duke’s shallow mental isolation zone, Duke also counter-invaded Ragnaros’s core and analyzed Ragnaros’s soul and will.

The most powerful aspect of Duke’s system is naturally multi-threaded manipulation, analysis and calculation.

If there was anyone who was powerful enough to observe the mental battle between Duke and Ragnaros, they would be horrified to see that Duke separated hundreds of millions of mental threads and at the same time invaded the core of the Fire Lord from all directions without any blind spots.

Although most of them were squeezed, attacked, burned, shattered by various mental and will protections, and consumed into nothingness within less than a second of the invasion, there were also tens of thousands of spirit lines that successfully invaded the core containing the will of Ragnaros himself, and began to destroy and collect intelligence like rummaging through boxes.

How powerful is Ragnaros, an elemental demigod.

Duke had a rough idea in his mind. Although Ragnaros was strong, even the strongest could not surpass Malorne, who was hailed as the strongest demigod in the War of the Ancients.

Based on the data collected in the War of the Ancients, the System’s valuation will be more realistic.

As the ruler of the Fire Land and an elemental creature that has survived for at least tens of thousands of years, there is no doubt that Ragnaros is powerful.

It’s a pity that he was injured in the Domination War 25,000 years ago, and was beaten like a dog along with C’Thun and other ancient gods.

If he was still in his prime, there would be no need for him to be summoned by the Black Iron Emperor and remain dormant in the mortal world for hundreds of years.

On the other hand, Ragnaros’ power is like his fire domain. Although it can endlessly draw power from the flames of nature, it does not remove the wildness and chaos of nature. It’s like using good steel on a blade without using it. If you use it indiscriminately, can the weapon you make be powerful?

So even though the Fire Demon King’s power seems to be extremely huge, in fact, the purity of the flame element is not that high. At the same time, his use of all fire power has not changed much in the past 25,000 years, and it still remains at the lowest level of borrowing, using numbers and brute force to win.

This gives Duke an opportunity!

No matter how much mental power Ragnaros’s clone used, how many raging seas of fire he set off, and how many times he attacked Duke’s mental world in an instant, Duke still -

Don’t! Be! Moved!

Duke showed weakness to the enemy, and with the help of the system, he contracted his mental power to the extreme, allowing the opponent’s mental flames to rage wildly in almost each other’s mental channels, showing off his power.

When the analysis was completed, Duke’s mouth corners slightly raised into a mysterious arc.

In reality, only one hundredth of a second had passed since Duke grasped Rag’s core.

However, the clarion call for counterattack has already been sounded.

At this time in the spiritual realm of Ragnaros’s clone, every ball of spiritual energy was filled with chaotic will with "heat" as the keynote. These wills followed the simplest law of exclusion, indiscriminately attacking and eroding any ball of spiritual energy that was not related to fire.

If Duke chose to fight head-on, with his total spiritual power of a mortal being against the huge spiritual power of an elemental demigod, Duke would probably still be doomed in the end. Although spiritual power cannot directly interfere with reality, Duke’s spirit cannot stand the oppression and is forcibly distorted, denying himself and his understanding of the world. Duke’s final fate must be spiritual death.

Then his body will turn into an idiotic vegetable for a moment, and finally give up resistance and be burned to ashes by Ragnaros’s flames.

But Duke has a more clever, or even shameless way...

Duke’s spiritual realm was spinning at high speed, constantly emitting various sounds that were very much to the liking of a certain Fire Demon King.

"I am Ragnaros, the King of the World! I swear to burn this abominable world to ashes!"

"From today on, only the color of fire is allowed to exist."

The first few sentences are normal, but the drama comes later——

"I declare! It’s a horse!"

Well, a vision of Ragnaros pointing at a deer.

"I declare this to be white!"

Another small Rag pointed at a black thing.

That’s right!

It is said that a lie becomes the truth if it is repeated a hundred times.

Duke did not regard the will of Ragnaros’s entire clone as a whole, but used the system to forcibly divide the entire will into zones according to the activity level of the other party’s will, and then repeatedly brainwashed each zone.

The key to everything lies in Duke’s last private statement: "I declare! The frost element and the fire element are one family!"

Just like that, Duke’s will, which was centered on the color of frost, rushed straight in without being blocked for a moment. When rushing into the core area, the will barrier that was forcibly hit was dyed after it touched Duke’s will.

Like a snowball, all the neutral or "rebellious" wills were constantly wrapped around Duke’s will.

Then he ruthlessly confronted Rag’s most resolute will.

The shattered will of Ragnaros was like sparks flying out of a blacksmith’s shop, dancing in the air and finally disappearing like a meteor.

More white snow shone like stardust, surrounding Duke’s will, making it look like countless frost shields.

Duke’s will snowballed bigger and bigger, constantly rejecting the most resolute will of fire, while absorbing all the spiritual power it could absorb. The replenished spirit was like the sea pouring down, clearing away all the ravines that blocked its way.

In the end, with Duke’s willpower spinning at a high speed, all low-level willpower, all willpower of blazing fire, were all regarded as impurities and excluded.

The tens of thousands of spirit lines that Duke had left began to multiply at an ultra-high speed again in the lava core of the Fire Demon King, and soon turned into billions of spirits again.

Countless spiritual lines grind the flames in the core, cleansing all existences that are considered unclean.

Time and again, circle after circle, finally, after low-level fire consciousness was continuously refined and purified and added to Duke’s spirit, Duke’s will became the absolute master in the lava core...

Outside, the brightest and most dazzling light since the war began burst out from Ragnaros’ huge body!

Almost everyone thought that the clone of the Fire Demon King was about to successfully self-destruct!

At that moment, tears welled up in the eyes of many heroines.

Is it fear? Regret? Resentment? Or unwillingness?

Only they themselves know.

But a second passed.

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

The imagined big explosion never came.

Ragnaros’s posture was frozen! The temperature was frozen! It seemed that even the blooming light was frozen!

At the very end, what was heard was Duke’s chuckle.

"But... just like this!"

In response to Duke’s laughter and chatter, the huge figure that was still five stories tall suddenly exploded.

It wasn’t an explosion, it was simply like the last burst of heat rising when a fire was extinguished.

It just expanded a little bit with a "puff" sound, and the body that was still emitting high heat just now disappeared without a trace.

Only the terrifyingly huge Fire Demon Hammer, which had lost its owner, was left, falling into the lava pool with a loud bang.

In mid-air, a somewhat disheveled young man in a blue and white robe slowly floated down with a smile.

"Duke!?" Dozens of faces made the same surprised sound.

right!

Duke survived!

With a stronger attitude.

The extraordinary fluctuations emanating faintly from him were telling all beings that he seemed to have become some kind of extraordinary being!

Has Duke become a demigod?

No, precisely, he is now a possessor of divinity.

If one must explain the difference between before and after possessing divinity, it is that before, Duke merely connected his magic circuits to the surrounding elemental realms almost permanently, so that he could generate almost unlimited electricity like a nuclear power plant, or in other words, produce magic power at a high speed and in large quantities.

The divinity did not increase the quality and quantity of magic power, but gave Duke a higher level of understanding. If the fire magic of this world is described as a pyramid, then the top cannot be seen at a glance from inside the pyramid. Now with the divinity of the famous Fire Lord Ragnaros, Duke suddenly had a sense of understanding that he could see the end of the pyramid at a glance.

Of course, the pyramid is transparent, but it does not mean there will be no obstacles on the way. Maybe there are all kinds of invisible but tangible glass walls blocking the way. Now Duke can firmly believe that as long as he keeps moving forward, he will definitely reach the end.

This strange feeling of anticipation filled Duke’s whole body.

The flames that would have attacked Duke, or even hurt him, now docilely crouched before him. There was a sense of docility and tameness in the fear, and it was hard to imagine that this was the most violent fire element in the world.

"Haha! Everyone disperse." Duke ordered softly.

With just one sentence, the fire element lingering near the pool of fire seemed to have human nature and quietly retreated, understanding what was meant.

The flames that had enveloped Duke a moment ago now flowed through Duke’s fingers like quicksand.

The high rock formations slowly descended, as if they were just some kind of restoration mechanism.

The river of lava that had been boiling just a moment ago had calmed down, becoming as quiet as a stream you might wade through in the woods on a summer day.

In the pool of fire, a lava fountain suddenly rose up. It was not as hot as others imagined, but it gently touched the soles of Duke’s feet like a minister welcoming their king. The lava at thousands of degrees solidified rapidly, forming a huge long ladder in less than three seconds for Duke to slowly walk down.

"This... this... this is..." Vol’jin opened his mouth wide, with undisguised shock on his face.

When Duke came to the ground, Rhonin was the first to greet him, bowed deeply, and said loudly: "Congratulations, Master, for conquering the realm of the fire element! Becoming the master of the Molten Core!"

Molten Core Conqueror Duke!?

This name is so loud that it deeply shakes the hearts of every strong person.

Varian and Magni were especially shocked.

As the king of Stormwind, after Varian ascended the throne, he had to read hundreds of reports about the Burning Plains and the Scorching Lands every year. He was afraid that this terrible neighbor would suddenly become furious and destroy the territory of Stormwind.

As one of the direct victims of the War of the Three Hammers, the Bronzebeard Dwarves led by Magni have been watching Ragnaros, their terrifying new neighbor, with trepidation for hundreds of years and have never had a single day of peace.

The War of the Three Hammers took a heavy toll on the dwarves.

The Dark Iron Dwarves were so desperate that they became slaves. The Wildhammer Dwarves were also forced to abandon their ancestral territory and cross the strait to a place as far away as Aerie Mountain because of the collapse of their old nest, Grim Batol.

Therefore, the change of ownership of Molten Core has a huge impact on them.

But the one who values Molten Core more is Duke Hydrasis.

"Edmund Duke, your promise..."

Duke smiled and said, "I always keep my promises. It has been the case in the past and will be the case in the future. Since Ragnaros’s clone has been defeated, his soul in the Fire Land has also been severely damaged. Then the Molten Core should not exist, otherwise it will become a hotbed for him to restore his strength and nourish his evil."

Duke raised a finger and said, "Within a month, I will personally hand over the Molten Core to the Hydratian Water Elemental to destroy it."

Hydrasis bowed.

Duke glanced at the lava pool behind him and raised his hand lightly. After a burst of lava churning, a small island suddenly rose from the originally unfathomable lava pool, and a passage made of rock floated up. When Duke covered the roadside with frost to cool the temperature, everyone saw a huge treasure chest the size of a small house in the middle of the island.

"This is..." Every strong man felt his breathing quicken.

This is the treasure of Ragnaros, the Firelord!

Everybody gathered around, there was no argument, no rush, everybody formed an alliance very tacitly and lined up on the right, with a small area on the left where the heroes of the Horde sat.

Duke snapped his fingers, and the huge box opened by itself, as if by induction. The dazzling light that suddenly burst out from inside made everyone exclaim "Wow!"

Duke took the lead and picked out something that looked like an eyeball first.

Duke smiled gently at the Horde: "Eye of Sulfuras, this thing is a complete set with the Skull of the Wind Chaser we got earlier, and it corresponds to a one-handed artifact sword."

Vol’jin nodded.

Who told them to be late? This set of things has nothing to do with the Horde.

Duke then threw the Eye of Sulfuras to Gavinrad.

"Boss! I love you so much - mmm! Give me a kiss, just one..." The shameless and shameless Gavinrad actually rushed up and made a bear hug and kiss gesture.

Duke only said one word to him: "Get lost—"

Then he kicked this guy into the lava to take a bath.

"Ah! The boss is buying lives!" Gavinrad screamed, but no one cared about him. The female priests all laughed and watched him drive the Paladin’s invincibility and roll ashore from the distant shallows miserably.

Duke ignored Gavinrad, the funny guy, and looked at the Horde again: "In fact, there is another artifact here."

Seeing Duke walk to the side of the island and pat the Hammer of the Fire Demon, whose head was as big as a small house, the heroes of the Horde understood on the spot.

"The hammer can be shrunk!?" asked Vol’jin.

"Of course, this hammer is called Hand of Ragnaros the Firelord, and its essence is actually a collection of the purest fire elements. I can turn it into a two-handed hammer. If the Horde wants it, the Alliance can give it to you."

As soon as Duke finished speaking, Grom, the leader, refused outright: "We don’t need anything. Our lives were saved by the Alliance. Even if we are asked to pay with our lives, we won’t even frown."

Cairne and Vol’jin nodded.

"Well, we’ll just pick a few and give you the rest as souvenirs of this Molten Core War."

In fact, the division of the spoils this time was both a mutual concession and inevitable.

Because none of the tough guys from the major tribes used a hammer, let alone a two-handed hammer.

Grom’s is naturally Gorehowl.

Cairne’s beliefs dictate that he only uses totem poles or rune spears.

Vol’jin’s weapons are spears, various sticks, or whirling blades.

Rexxar has dual axes.

Moreover, most of the Horde’s heroes had fought in the Battle of Mount Hyjal and were equipped with even more powerful equipment of Mount Hyjal level. Finally, the Horde collected some scattered equipment as a useful supplement.

Vol’jin collected a long-handled weapon called "Dung Fork" by the paste people Shadow Strike.

Rexxar got two two-handed axes, Soul Crusher and Spine Reaper. These two-handed axes were human-sized, but for Rexxar, who had ogre blood and a burly figure, they were only the weight of a one-handed axe.

the Alliance still benefited the most. Firstly, the Alliance provided more people. Secondly, it was the Alliance that planned to summon the Hydrashia water elementals for help. Thirdly, the Horde owed the Alliance a great favor.

Varian’s trio, Sally Whitemane, Gelbin, the master craftsman who had never participated in the battle before, and Queen Calia were the ones who gained the most. They upgraded their equipment directly, coming in with one or two epic items mixed with a large number of excellent equipment, and after defeating Molten Core, everyone was wearing epic equipment.

Another person who gained a lot was Magni Bronzebeard!

Because Duke absorbed Ragnaros’s divinity and even took over temporary control of the entire Molten Core, Duke was able to shrink the Balrog Hammer to a size that the dwarves could use. At the same time, due to its nature as a polymer of fire, the hammer can also grow slightly with Magni’s body when he plays Avatar.

For Magni, who claims to be the best warrior in the Alliance all day long and has long since learned the warrior skill Titan’s Grip, which allows him to hold two two-handed weapons in his hands, this is definitely the best weapon.

According to Magni himself, if you invest more Sulfuron Iron Ingots obtained in Molten Core, you can further strengthen this Hammer of the Fire Demon, and even raise the hammer by half a level.

But that is a story that the dwarf and the hammer cannot tell.

Seeing that everyone had almost divided up Ragnaros’s treasures, Duke raised his hands high and said, "Everyone! Everyone, please listen to me!"

The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. Regardless of race, alliance, tribe, or water element, everyone turned their eyes back to Duke, the leader of the coalition.

"Thanks to everyone’s hard work! We have once again solved a crisis that could have ended the world."

The crowd couldn’t control themselves and burst into cheers.

"Long live!"

"Long live the Alliance—"

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

"Puff, puff!"

After the excitement from the various tribes died down, Duke continued, "Although I really want to convey the joy of victory to all tribes, to every citizen of every kingdom or clan, I’m sorry, we still have an evil black dragon hovering over our heads."

When Duke said this, Onyxia blushed for the first time, but then she pretended nothing had happened.

"The war is not over yet! Please note that this is not just for revenge for our tribal allies, it is also for the stability of the Alliance and the world. The current black dragon king Nefarian has never been a quiet guy. I think in a few days, we will know what trump card he is so proud of. By then, it will be the day for our allied heroes to march towards Blackwing Lair. But before that, please trouble everyone and stay here for a few more days."

Duke’s request was a bit strange. Smart people had already figured out that Duke was setting a trap again.

It was already known in the preliminary analysis that the relationship between Nefarian and Ragnaros was not close at all. Even the so-called coalition was actually agreed upon by Nefarian and the administrator Actus behind Ragnaros’ back.

Nefarian would definitely be happy to see the Alliance and the Horde attack Molten Core. The best thing would be for both sides to suffer heavy losses.

However, a great victory for the coalition was not what Nefarian wanted to see. Unfortunately, the black dragon king could not spy on the battle situation in Molten Core, so he could only rely on guessing.

It is no exaggeration to say that the initiative now lies in the hands of the coalition forces.

Since Duke asked everyone to rest, everyone was happy to obey. The terrain of the Flame Pool was too bad, and after a brief discussion, everyone decided to go back to the earliest camp, probably where the old Luciferon was, to rest. Because the facilities there were the most complete.

Before going back, a small incident happened.

"Lord Duke! Please save me... I have done everything perfectly according to your requirements. Please have mercy on me and let me be your slave. I just need a little fire... Really, just a little..."

Duke’s facial muscles were rigid.

When everyone was preparing to evacuate, the guy who climbed out of the lava was almost chopped down by Mograine’s sword. He stopped at the last moment.

Of course, Duke would rather Mograine had the nerve to chop the guy off with one hand.

No one expected that Executus, the leader who surrendered to the coalition forces and became a traitor guide, was not dead!

You’d better die!

Then I can shed two crocodile tears for you with justification!

It would have been fine if Duke had not absorbed the divinity of Ragnaros’s incarnation, but the divinity Duke absorbed could create a special kind of fire that was enough for the fire demon to survive.

Okay, now the blame is all on Duke.

Duke glanced over and saw Onyxia secretly grabbing the hem of her skirt. She certainly didn’t care about the life and death of a hostile leader.

But those who surrendered and then had their surplus value squeezed out are another matter.

Duke dared to bet that if he dared to play the game of crossing the river and destroying the bridge now and directly killed Executus, Onyxia might have other ideas later.

Duke looked unfathomable and raised his chin slightly. "Huh! You are not dead? Well, a promise is a promise. Since you have done what I asked, I will accept you. From today on, you will guard my Mage Tower for me. Your future status will depend on your performance."

Duke flicked his finger lightly, and a very faint thing, almost as faint as the flame of a lighter, flew straight into the center of Executus’s eyebrows.

It was this flame that made Executus feel relieved. For a fire demon leader, only the fire that can truly serve as the core of the flame is the key to their survival and reproduction.

In the past, only Ragnaros could grant this thing, but now there is another Duke.

"Master Edmund! Thank you very much for your gift! Now I will take you to the secret treasure house of Ragnaros."

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