Chapter 969 - Scheme

The principle of the magic protection array is more like a kind of energy offset. As the largest energy overflow point on the planet Azeroth, it is extremely difficult for ordinary magic to break through the magic defense of Sunwell Plateau.

Duke can do it, but unfortunately the input is not proportional to the results.

It would be a waste for him to call upon the energy of the magic network to counter the overflowing energy of the entire planet. He had a simpler and more violent method.

That's Naxxramas!

Why did Fatty capture the Eredar Twins to use as anti-aircraft turrets?

It's just that the energy used to offset the mass and explosion of the shells is too uneconomical. The magic power of the Sunwell Plateau is not simply supplied to the protective shield, most of the energy flows into the summoning array beside the Sunwell.

When he saw Naxxramas arriving, Fatty was also dumbfounded.

The Eredar twins shrugged, saying that they couldn't handle a titan relic of this size. Fatty Bu said nothing else: "Follow the previous plan and defend the main road."

Almost from the moment the demons of the Sunwell saw Naxxramas enter their field of vision, Duke could clearly feel that the fel energy overflowing from the Sunwell had become stronger.

Others may only have a simple feeling that the summoning ritual may have been accelerated. But how much has been accelerated is just a feeling.

On Duke's retina, there was a clear linear graph and the decline in the Sunwell's energy storage. In addition, the system AI had been analyzing the magic circle patterns sent back by the twins 24 hours a day, judging their effects and endurance limits, and had basically reached a conclusion.

Duke smiled mysteriously. "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to launch the attack. But I have a small request. First, you must proceed step by step and be very cautious. It takes an hour to rush to Kalecgos on the road. Then it must take 30 minutes to rescue Kalecgos. In this way, you can save your strength to deal with the subsequent rush..."

If the person who said this was not Duke, the leaders would have slapped him a few times. If possible, everyone certainly hopes to deal with the demons of the Burning Legion smoothly.

Battles are always full of surprises, and no one can guarantee whether the other party has any hidden cards.

Yet Duke managed to quantify the unpredictable nature of battle.

He opened his palm, and a 3D image of Sunwell Plateau appeared before everyone. From the outer gardens, to the narrow and long corridors, to the location of the boss battle, every enemy's appearance, ability effect and range, and even vitality were marked out with incredible accuracy.

As for the so-called vitality assessment, everyone was skeptical. But seeing that the traitor's intelligence was so powerful, everyone just sighed in their hearts - if they succeeded in trapping Kil'jaeden this time, then the egg really deserved to lose.

Everyone received the order and gathered most of the Alliance's heroes to enter the battlefield. Except for Duke and his direct subordinates such as Vashj, Alleria and Vereesa, who were still pregnant, could not fight.

The rest are all here.

There is nothing much to say about the process of beating Kalecgos. Kalecgos is now at the level of an adult dragon, not even an ancient dragon. In terms of strength and difficulty, he is not comparable to the enhanced version of the corrupted Vaelastrasz in Blackwing Lair. Moreover, he has his admirer Madi Gosa to support him. If he can't beat him, then the Alliance's heroes should hang themselves collectively.

"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

"What did I do?"

Kalecgos, who finally regained consciousness, was still confused. In order to reduce the consumption of his body, he turned into a young man with blue hair. Fortunately, with the experienced dragon Madi Gosa by his side, Kalecgos calmed down quickly.

"Eh? Madigosa, you've changed your appearance?" For some reason, Kalecgos looked at Madigosa, who had transformed into a human, and suddenly found him very pleasing to the eye: "Can I touch him?"

Seeing Kalecgos' outstretched hand, Matigosa was overjoyed: "Sure, if you want to touch it..."

She had already invested what Duke had given her. Although she felt that she was in danger, she soon felt relieved.

The dragons' emotions are a bit rough and simple. If they like each other, they will communicate during the mating period. After the event, the male dragon will roll away wherever he wants. The rude male dragons are not in the mood to raise offspring, so raising children is the job of the female dragons.

As long as the little dragon grows from the young dragon stage to a baby dragon, it will be gone. After all, with the Wyrmrest Temple as the backing, there are really not many people in this world who dare to bully the baby dragon.

To put it bluntly, baby dragons are very powerful. In 99% of cases, it is a blessing for baby dragons not to bully other intelligent species.

the Alliance heroes showed such a strong performance that the demons in the Sunwell were a little panicked. You know, Kil'jaeden's original order for them was to hold out for another eight hours. Now it's only been an hour and a half, and Kalecgos, the first guard, has been knocked down.

Bu Pang asked in a low voice: "Lord Kil'jaeden, should we use some of the Sunwell's energy to teleport a few high-level Void Lords here first?"

A cold snort came from the other side of the portal: "Hmph! Useless guys. I knew you were unreliable. Don't worry, Edmund Duke is plotting against me, and I am also plotting against him. He thought he could intercept me when I was halfway through, but did he really think he could calculate the Eredar's most sophisticated teleportation magic? By the time he gets here, I will be in my complete form. Go! Bruttalus, as long as you can hold on for another half an hour, it will be a complete victory for the Burning Legion."

As the words fell, two huge red hands with sharp black nails suddenly stretched out from the portal. The red hands were so large that they looked like they could easily hold a lightweight tank in their hands and use it as a fitness ball.

These hands were apparently trying to pry open the portal, which was only ten meters in diameter. The sound of the space barrier shattering and tearing echoed throughout the hall.

However, the Eredar twins who were guarding at the entrance of the hall were shocked to find that they did not feel any increase in the evil energy emanating from the hall.

This is what makes Kil'jaeden so terrifying.

Perceptually, it's like an old ox pulling a cart and then slowly accelerating.

In fact, Kil'jaeden was already whipping his horse hard, completing the construction of the portal at the speed of a sprint horse.

The Burning Legion commander's move shocked every demon present.

To be able to contain the terrifying power that could burst forth in an instant and tear apart a large area of ​​space in just one hall, how powerful a spatial control power this requires. I really want to say that what I saw and heard were all illusions.

At this moment, the huge energy of the Sunwell is under their monitoring, turning into star-like lights and dissipating in the teleportation magic circle. This really cannot be faked.

Kil'jaeden's ability to overturn rivers and seas and shatter space was enough to make the Eredar Twins unable to resist.

For a moment, they saw each other's shock and hesitation.

Their earlier decision to join Duke now seemed like a huge mistake, and their deteriorating situation in the Burning Legion made betrayal seem inevitable.

However, if the consequence of betrayal is absolute destruction, then they would rather continue to be the most despicable maggots in the legion than have the slightest thought of betrayal.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Kil'jaeden was indeed terrifying, and Edmund Duke was not a good man. If they retreated when the time came, Duke would never let them go. It was Duke who forced them to rebel. If they stopped selling their boss halfway, even if Azeroth was destroyed, Duke would definitely drag them down with him.

Besides, demons don't accept betrayal.

If betrayal can be easily forgiven, more betrayers will flock out. So Kil'jaeden will never let them off just because they confessed voluntarily.

After Ner'zhul's betrayal, Kil'jaeden was already very sensitive to the word "betrayal", and even when he mentioned Ner'zhul, his expression was full of madness. In any case, they had no way back.

The twins bowed their heads deeply, trembling in fear to show their awe of Kil'jaeden's boundless power. This was how they should behave after being deprived of their qualifications as lords.

Everything that needs to be done has been done, and the rest depends on the performance of their new boss Duke.

In the empty command post, Duke received the latest news, not from the twins, but from his earlier arrangements.

Since he was a time traveler, he knew that the Sunwell would be in trouble sooner or later due to the Egg, so of course he had a backup plan in place.

The Elf Queen is her own harem, so it is normal to add some decoration in the name of decoration. It is the simplest passive detection, a fel crystal that will react differently according to the concentration of fel energy. From inside to outside, Duke personally controlled the real mirror clone to arrange thirty lines.

Duke received the order almost as soon as Kil'jaeden made his move and sent it to the front line on the spot.

Kil'jaeden was a man of many years' experience. He knew Duke was plotting against him, so he made slow progress at first and didn't even show up. He only suddenly started to make his move when he saw that the situation was almost ready. Without these arrangements, Duke would have been fooled by him.

What surprised Duke was that he received an urgent message from the twins just 2 minutes later. It was also specifically noted that it happened 2 minutes ago, and there were only 28 minutes left at most.

Duke grinned, "It seems that the demon sisters are also desperate! Since you really serve me as your master, I will not let you down."

If the Alliance fails, they will also die together, and they don't care whether they will be discovered or not. The twins almost risked their lives to send the message.

Just as the group of heroes was about to advance to Fatty Bu, they welcomed a messenger from Duke, a very special messenger.

When the messenger used his strong arms to lift the cloak on his body, Yrel was stunned. She recognized this guy even if she spent ashes. When he destroyed Shattrath City, his strength and cruelty were extremely famous in the entire Draenei circle.

He is none other than Grom Hellscream!

For a moment, Irel almost jumped up on the spot.

But she soon discovered that this roaring man was not a living person.

His explosive muscle lines were clearly visible, and the details of the whiskers and fangs on his face were fine to the smallest detail. Irel could even feel the pulsating blood vessels under his green skin and the heat coming out of his thick nostrils.

But he is by no means a living orc.

He was too perfect, without a trace of sweat or dirt, and his overly refined arcane energy fluctuations told others that he was an elemental creature.

"You... finally came here!" The speaker was Tirion Fordring. Only the Alliance warriors who had fought on the front lines since Second War had the qualifications to talk to Roar.

"Orcs always keep their word." Lord Howl replied sternly.

Tirion smiled, "I know. You don't fight for the Alliance, you only fight for the favor of Edmund Duke."

"Yeah." Grom nodded, but looked unwilling to say another word.

Tirion smiled and didn't care.

the Alliance's heroes all showed similar friendly smiles and made way for him. Sylvanas even nodded to him.

Grom was stunned, but finally nodded in return.

When Yrel saw this, his curiosity almost exploded. Why would an orc hero be so respected by the Alliance?

At this time, Calia pulled her hand and said, "Yrel, Grom has made many mistakes. But he is a truly responsible man and a true hero. He was indeed a tribal chieftain when he was alive, but after his death, he was loyal to Duke only to repay his gratitude."

Calia quickly and briefly introduced the story of the Roaring Lord. She finally understood.

Grom died last month at the age of over sixty, an incredible age among orc warriors.

No orc warrior could fight his whole life and die peacefully in his bed. Generally speaking, only the shamans with high moral character could have such an ending.

Although there were different opinions among the orcs, who believed that Grom should be like a real orc and die on the battlefield when he knew he was no longer capable, Thrall overcame all objections and held a grand clan funeral for Grom. He also publicly announced that Grom would abide by his promise before his death and repay Duke instead of becoming a death knight and continuing to serve the Horde.

This caused great controversy among the orcs and the entire tribe.

Then there is Roar who appears in the Alliance of Legends group.

The wise alliance leaders have figured out why this is the case.

If you want to kill Fatty Bronze quickly and without scaring Kil'jaeden away, Grom is definitely the best choice.

Throughout the coalition and even the Burning Legion, everyone knows Roar's nickname - the Nemesis of the Abyss Lord.

Lord Hou is the only one in the world who can kill the Abyss Lord, one of the main fighting races of the Burning Legion.

It was not a tricky assassination, but a head-on confrontation. When dealing with the Abyss Lord, Grom would always use an axe.

"I am enough." said Grom.

Then the heroes of the Alliance really put away their swords and looked like they were watching a show.

"Brutallus is a high-level void lord!" Irel whispered.

She was originally talking to Calia, but who knew that Lord Hou heard it. Lord Hou glared at Irel, and Irel felt as if he was hit by Petrifying Gaze, and couldn't say a word.

"With a body superior to my peak 18-year-old body and 60 years of combat experience, if I can't even take down a pit lord, Grom Hellscream has no right to continue to exist in this world."

Ye Hou spoke with great confidence.

To be honest, this is completely opposite to the humility of the mainstream chivalry of the Alliance. The chivalric virtue emphasizes humility, while the orc warrior pursues publicity.

If we hadn't known each other for more than 20 years, I don't think anyone would really come to stand up to me.

Just having cooperated in so many places like Molten Core, Blackwing Lair, and Mount Hyjal, the tacit understanding of knowing each other inside and out made most of the Alliance's heroes smile at each other.

"Duke asked me to deal with that guy within ten minutes after I came on the field. Excluding the casual chat just now, there are only five minutes left." Grom said this, but no one saw a trace of urgency on his face.

This is a strong man, a top-level strong man who has absolute confidence in his martial arts and combat power.

If he had such an opportunity during his lifetime, perhaps he would have been able to break through the boundaries of the divine realm and enter the realm of demigod in his lifetime.

Now, this path is not blocked, but if he fails to perform extraordinary feats, Duke will definitely not be able to give him priority in becoming a demigod.

After coming out of the palace where Kalecgos was defeated, and walking through a not too long rooftop corridor, about as high as the third floor, you will come to a large gap. In the vast open space in front and below, the huge Bruttalus is already waiting there.

According to the original way of playing, everyone must jump down from the gap in the palace to fight to the death with Bu Pang.

"Insignificant mortals! You have been hesitating for so long, are you finally willing to come here and die?" The Lord of the Abyss has a body as big as a mountain, and he always looks so oppressive.

But Ye Hou was dismissive.

So what if the lower body is like a dragon?

So what if I have a mouth full of fangs?

Can I still be scared after my arms have been transformed?

Master Hou held his world-famous weapon, the battle axe Gorehowl, in one hand. The bent-nose-like battle axe seemed to make a buzzing sound because its owner had surpassed his peak limit, and a scarlet light shone on the axe blade.

Looking at Bu Pang who was arrogantly mocking the Alliance Heroes Group below, Grom grinned.

"Idiot, wait till I chop your head off and I'll let you talk enough!"

Grom slowly changed his posture, which was very close to the posture of squatting in the toilet, but his upper body was straight, so he looked very strange. Although it looked a little ridiculous, no strong man in the Alliance looked down on this posture.

Then Grom took action.

In front of the alert Fatty Bu, Grom shot away like a spring that was pulled to the bottom.

Taking advantage of the height of a three-story building, Grom jumped to a height that even a mortal could never reach with a pole vault - Grom, who was no longer a mortal, jumped ten stories high in one breath.

When he reached the maximum height of his high jump, he turned his head down and his feet up, and suddenly glared. A ball of arcane energy that appeared in the void became his stepping stone, and he immediately rushed towards Fatty Bu like a Cannonball.

Even the experienced Fatty Bu could not believe the rapid fall.

It was a terrifying aura like falling stars!

The Abyss Lords were born with a huge and bloated body, which meant that they were destined to never be able to dodge. No matter what kind of attack, they had to take it head on.

"Hah!" Bruttalus raised his modified arms. The right arm with the double-edged sword and the left arm with the serrated scimitar formed an X shape, firmly blocking Grom's path as he fell rapidly.

Who would have known that Roar, who had become a creature of arcane energy, had agility that he definitely did not have when he was alive.

In the blink of an eye, when Grom fell in front of Fatty Bu's double blades, he suddenly rolled forward three times in a row, narrowly changing his falling Road and drilling through the top of the X-shape.

Faced with Grom's movement like a snake escaping from a cave, the anxious Fatty Bu swung his arms upwards, wanting to kill Grom in mid-air.

When the powerful swing that cut through the air came towards Grom with unimaginable destructive power, Fatty saw a playful smile on the rough face of the orc hero.

Thunder Strike

Although Grom used a skill unique to the warrior profession, the incredible sight of Grom stretching out his legs to kick towards the double-edged sword still surprised Fatty Bu.

His legs, which seemed extremely slender in his eyes, actually kicked directly into the giant sword that was more than ten times heavier than him.

Under normal circumstances, if a pair of legs were to face his powerful attack head-on, even if they were protected by epic leg armor, they would probably break. Even if they miraculously blocked it, they would still be knocked away by the powerful force.

Bubba's attack didn't break Grom's leg, but it didn't feel like an easy knock. Instead, it felt like some kind of premeditated self-bounce.

As expected, less than two meters after being flung away, Grom suddenly activated another warrior skill Intercept, and the whole person turned into a green light and rushed towards the unprepared Bu Pangzi's chest at lightning speed. Most of Bu Pangzi's vision suddenly turned to Grom with a domineering face.

Unstoppable!

It can't be stopped!

Even though Bruttalus was very confident in the protective capabilities of his breastplate, he was unwilling to believe that this little orc could kill him with one axe, but the lesson of Mannoroth was always irritating his nerves.

After all, Grom Hellscream is a terrifying being who once killed a pit lord with one axe!

At the last moment, Fatty Bum cowered. He leaned back hard, hoping that he could dodge Houye's axe.

Compared to the retreating Fatty Bu, Houye's attack speed is faster.

Combining the momentum from the sky with the strength of the whole body, and burning all the anger to launch a blow, it can be described as a meteor.

Holy Light is the power of the priest's will, and so is the warrior's rage.

With a red flash that seemed to spread across the prairie, Grom's body accelerated a second time, and the destructive power of the axe increased at an incredible speed.

The next moment, the harsh sound of metal collision suddenly rang out in the empty grassland.

It was a violent sound, as if a battleship was split in two by an axe.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, the special alloy breastplate on Bruttalus' chest, which was at least one meter thick, suddenly exploded into countless pieces.

The scarlet Gorehowl chopped on Bu Pang's chest with incredible accuracy, and Bu Pang's expression of disbelief and horror served as the backdrop.

"impossible!?"

"Idiot! I only used one axe to kill your boss, do I need a second axe to deal with you?" Grom's face was filled with absolute pride.

Bruttalus began to twitch all over. The Abyss Lords were indeed very powerful, but the entire race was the same.

Those who are weaker than him will definitely not be able to defeat them, and those who are slightly stronger than them can definitely defeat them. There is no variable at all.

The blood-red color spread throughout Bu Pang's body. Just by looking at his appearance, one could imagine the Abyss Lord's body burning from the inside out.

In a trance, Irel seemed to smell the smell of burning flesh.

Brutalus, who was as big as a hill, let out a final scream, and his bloated body, which was supported by four thighs thicker than elephant legs, collapsed. Surprisingly, he did not fall down like many monsters when they died. Perhaps because his lower body was too big and bloated, the Abyss Lord actually fell like a tumbler, with his four tauren loose, his lower abdomen touching the ground, his upper body limp, and his head tilted to the ground.

"Oh oh oh oh oh——" Pulling out the Gorehowl, Lord Roar stood on Bu Pang's shoulder with one foot and stepped on Bu Pang's tilted face with the other corner, letting out a howl full of orcish characteristics.

It's wild, rough, and extremely morale-boosting.

He was shouting for his new life and roaring for surpassing his peak.

Heroes grow old!

How many times have you woken up in the middle of the night and felt ashamed for your inability to fight the last time?

How many times had he endured the contempt and provocation of young orcs without being able to respond?

Grom didn't want to admit that he was getting old, nor did he want to declare that his passion as a warrior had cooled. On this day, he finally found back the feeling of galloping on the battlefield and letting himself go.

Following his heart and not losing his gratitude, this is the life he wants to live!

the Alliance heroes were stunned at first, and then, led by Tirion, many people began to applaud. Tirion even envied Grom a little.

The decline brought by aging is really more and more obvious. I still remember that when the Silver Five Saints first debuted, everyone was only young people around 20 years old. 25 years have passed in a flash, and Tirion is almost 50 years old. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if I should learn from those queens and Grom and hang out with Duke.

After all, eternal life and eternal youth are temptations that mortals can hardly resist.

But Tirion immediately drove this thought out of his mind - the way of the Holy Light does not allow for any distractions. If the day comes when the world needs him to do this, he will do it. Otherwise, dust will return to dust, and this is the end of the teachings of the Holy Light.

Grom really killed a high-level Void Lord with one axe. Yrel was greatly surprised by this scene. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that when an orc hero like Grom stood on his side, the feeling of pleasure in killing the enemy was completely different.

"Is Grom Hellscream the strongest?" Yrel muttered to himself.

At some point, Sylvanas walked up to her and said, "It's only the strongest in single-target attack. It's good for countering meat shields like the Abyss Lord."

"Uh." It was rare for another leader to talk to him, so Yrel quickly asked, "Anything else?"

"Don't envy him too much. Everyone has their own characteristics. Although Grom is very powerful, if he encounters a flexible opponent, or those who are good at playing mirror clones, such as Duke, Grom's only fate is to be dragged to death." Sylvanas briefly talked about how she and her sister joined forces to deal with Grom in Southshore.

No matter how high your attack is, it's a waste of energy if you can't hit.

Grom's single-target damage is extremely high, and he can't handle a large number of enemies. On the contrary, weapons like Ashbringer are very suitable for large-scale destruction.

It can be said that different personal characteristics determine the differences in combat types.

At this time, Magni Bronzebeard knocked the floor with his hammer: "Since no one has any losses, let's move on."

The heroes of the Alliance understood what he meant and continued to move forward with ease.

In the two consecutive battles, neither of them consumed too much energy. In the first battle, Madi Gosa contributed the most. After saving Kalecgos, she led her dragon to retreat first. In the second battle, Grom finished the battle with one axe, and everyone just watched the battle.

It can be said that the heroes in the Alliance have at most warmed up, and they have the ability and reason to continue moving forward.

At this time, the problem fell on Kil'jaeden.

Kil'jaeden was shocked to see the guards of the two checkpoints being knocked down so easily. He opened his eyes wide and rolled his eyeballs around twice.

As a conspiracy master, Egg clearly smelled the scent of conspiracy.

This result is normal. After all, the Alliance did not mobilize any god-level forces. In Kil'jaeden's view, it was just a fight between weaklings, but the Alliance seemed to be more effective against the guys on his side.

It's understandable to say it's abnormal, because the rhythm is too perfect. He accelerated the transmission here, and although he tried to cover it up, the Alliance's advancement seemed to have accelerated, matching his acceleration.

Conspiracists don't believe in coincidences.

It is not impossible to continue with the plan, but for safety reasons, we must get another famous high-level Void Lord to keep order, and he must be a strong fighter who can withstand a demigod.

As a result, the opening of the ultimate portal must be postponed.

bet?

Or not to gamble?

This has become a big problem!

There are only two paths to choose from.

Kil'jaeden was cunning, cruel and merciless, but he was definitely not just a hot-blooded fool. In this short period of more than ten seconds, his brain quickly calculated countless possibilities and coping methods.

What ultimately motivated him was his unlimited confidence in himself and his absolute dignity as a strong man.

"I am Kil'jaeden! Giant of the Burning Legion!"

"Fighted countless battlefields without ever being defeated!"

"Destroy thousands of planets and make billions of lives cry in despair!"

"The failure of Sargeras and Archimonde does not mean my failure!"

"The Burning Legion has suffered too much shame recently! An extremely powerful person must stand up and declare the Legion's terror and invincibility!"

"Elune can't attack directly. I only have to deal with Edmund Duke and a few weak demigods! As long as I enter this world with 60% of my strength, I will be absolutely invincible!"

Kil'jaeden made up his mind that no matter what he did, he should not retreat back into the Twisting Nether with his tail between his legs.

Sargeras' failure was due to his carelessness. He even personally tried to do such a dangerous thing as soul possession. I really don't know what to say about him.

Archimonde was too reckless and finally suffered the consequences under the oppression of the world.

And he, Kil'jaeden, is the wisest and most suitable person to lead the Burning Legion, at least above Archimonde.

Now, his chance to prove himself has come.

Kil'jaeden gritted his teeth and no longer used his hands alone to tear the space. He began to stretch his head over. Only when his body truly entered this world could he better observe the flaws of this world and speed up the tearing of the space barrier.

This is not an easy task. After all, it is to bypass the planetary defense of Azeroth, find a flaw by force, use the energy of the planets to attract each other and then open a new gap.

In the command post, Vashj, who had taken care of everything, came to Duke and became the obedient maid again.

"Master, are you so sure that Kil'jaeden will take the bait?"

"Of course, because he is still a gambler at heart!"

No matter how much Kil'jaeden is used to playing tricks and carrying out all kinds of sinister and cunning plans, he is actually very similar to Duke in his bones, both of them like to make a small profit with a big investment.

His smallness is that the investment is small. Once he succeeds, he will have a greater sense of accomplishment. After all, he has lived for so long and has seen all kinds of storms. There are not many things that can arouse his interest. Even for a period of time, the reports from the Burning Legion were all about victory, which made him a little numb.

No matter what civilization or race it is, the Burning Legion's powerful military force can directly defeat it.

No one can stop the demons numbering in billions.

Now they suddenly encountered a hedgehog, which not only blocked the Legion's steps, but also stabbed its hands so that they were covered in blood, temporarily crippling two of the three giants. This did not make Kil'jaeden feel ashamed or angry, but instead aroused his competitive spirit.

So without realizing it, Kil'jaeden became more gambling-minded.

As Duke spoke eloquently and analyzed Kil'jaeden's psychological details, Vashj showed a charming smile on her face: "Sure enough, this is worth my ten thousand years of waiting and my oath to serve the immortal master."

Duke's old face turned red. He was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself and would find another idle maid.

Ahem, something important has to happen now!

the Alliance quickly defeated the first and second bosses of the Sunwell, which did pose a real problem for Kil'jaeden. It was like being chained across a river, leaving people in a dilemma.

However, since Kil'jaeden has decided to go all out, he naturally has to make a choice.

Kil'jaeden's voice came from deep within the Sunwell Palaces: "Twins! It's time to test you. The second portal is open. You lead all the low-level Void Lords to entangle the Alliance's heroes. As long as you can ensure that no enemy can reach me within 20 minutes, you can immediately become high-level Void Lords again."

The Eredar twins were startled at once.

Oh my god! This is a good thing that only happens once in ten thousand years.

If it weren't for the top priority of the Azeroth portal, promotion in the Legion was only a theoretical possibility.

First of all, you must be strong enough to meet the lord's combat power requirements.

Then there is the opportunity. Dealing with unimportant planets and destroying a million of them is just like stepping on an ant in the eyes of the top leaders. It is not a big deal at all.

Ever since the War of the Ancients, when they chose that damned Mark Dooku as a spy and responsible for opening the portal, which betrayed Lord Thanos badly, the two of them have been miserable and were almost completely defeated by Kil'jaeden.

They have to do all the dirty and tiring work, and now they are treated as combatants and forced to go to the front line as Cannon fodder.

If they could receive such appreciation and promise from their old boss before completely betraying Kil'jaeden, they would probably be extremely happy.

But there's no going back now!

Even if it is a dead end, you have to keep going until the end.

Queen Sarolash waved her hand fiercely: "Did you hear everything? Lord Kil'jaeden appointed Alyses and me as the commanders-in-chief of the Sunwell."

Oreses continued, "Now we must put enough pressure on the Alliance's powerful group, but not too much, so as not to lure out the opponent's demigod in advance."

The eyes of a large number of primary void lords almost popped out of their heads.

How to do this?

Soon they understood that they were asked to go up one by one to deliver the food!

Then a funny scene occurred.

For example, at a certain corner, a Doomsday Guardian Lord suddenly jumped out: "I am XXX..."

Before he could finish his words, the heroes from the Alliance took action.

Grom roared loudly: "Take your grandfather's axe."

Originally, the Doomguard was more flexible and adaptable than the Abyss Lord, but unfortunately he was facing a group of Alliance heroes that were as fierce as wolves and tigers.

Sylvanas' arrow, which had become more powerful, immediately pinned the lord down, and as a result, Lord Hou's destructive power was fully exerted.

The guy was killed instantly.

Another lord...

"Turn into ashes--" Tirion raised the Ashbringer, which was as heavy as a door panel, and slashed at his head with the sword.

Another one...

"Burn--" Magni, in the state of a god descending from heaven, swung the Hammer of the Fire Demon.

When the top warriors of the Alliance burst out with the strongest destructive power without sparing their physical strength and energy, the initially competent low-level Void Lords were simply not up to the task and were killed in the blink of an eye one by one.

By the end, no Void Lord was willing to obey orders, and they all suggested: "We can't delay time this way!"

In fact, he just refused to send it.

After all, sacrificing for the Legion is one thing, sacrificing for nothing is another. After all, even if you can be resurrected after death, your soul will still be weakened, and your strength will decrease accordingly.

"Well, you sisters should join us to form the final line of defense." This was the only order the twins could give.

They could certainly raise the banner of Kil'jaeden and force these void lords to serve as their food, but doing so would inevitably reveal their tracks.

The hourglass of time is still leaking sand.

Only five minutes had passed of the 20 minutes Kil'jaeden requested, and the Alliance heroes had already rushed to the palace guarded by the twins.

The huge palace door was roughly kicked open, and the first person who appeared in front of the demon lords was Grom, who was holding an axe in his right hand and his left foot was still hanging in the air.

I have to say, with the domineering look of Grom, it really has the momentum of a gangster group stepping on the scene...

"Welcome..." Originally, Oreses wanted to strike a charming pose and pretend that she knew nothing to welcome the arrival of the Alliance heroes. Suddenly, the Eredar Twins and the demon lords were all stunned.

Clearly, just a moment ago, the news coming from outside was just the arrival of a group of powerful mortals from the Alliance, but when the door of the temple was opened, what the demons saw was a powerful lineup that they had never seen before.

The gate of the hall was already very high, about three stories high, but two giants whose height was as high as the gate strode in and stood guard on both sides of the gate, one on the left and one on the right.

They were clearly emitting a demigod aura that transcended the mortal world, and they were clearly wearing crowns on their heads that symbolized nobility, but they stood on both sides like humble servants, bowing slightly to welcome the arrival of their master.

There was also a red-haired elf woman with a stronger demigod aura, but she was wearing a black and white lace maid uniform and followed closely beside the main character.

What kind of existence could allow two demigods of noble birth to be willing to serve as door gods?

How powerful a guy would be to have a demigod as his maid?

There is only one answer -

Edmund Duke, the demigod of the Azeroth Demon Network!

No one on the Legion side had expected that the Alliance had already deployed its strongest force without any warning.

Without even saying hello, Duke raised his chin slightly with a scornful expression on his face: "Clean up all this garbage!"

"How dare you! A mere indigenous demigod, actually...ah——" Before the Demon Guard Lord could finish his words, a shadow flashed before his eyes, and the sword light of the Qiraji Emperor Sword occupied his entire field of vision.

In front of Vashj, Sword Emperor Vic'nilas was as slow as a turtle. But in front of the snail-like pace of this demon guard lord, the turtle's speed seemed so fast that it left an afterimage.

The Sword King used all his muscles to thrust the Imperial Sword into the gap between the Demon Lord's half helmet and cheek. Then he turned the sword and pierced through the cheek, piercing the head through the gap between the jaw and the skull, inflicting a fatal injury with just one strike.

Shivala, who was of the same clan as Madam Shahras, swung six long swords at the Demon King Veklor. In fact, she did hit all six swords with one move. No wonder she began to imagine the Demon King's body being torn into pieces, and she felt as if she smelled blood.

In fact, what she saw was the sight of her entire body burning, and what she smelled was the smell of her own burning flesh.

She was stunned by the unexpected sight, her eyes wide open, and she had no idea until her death why there was such a shameless mysterious special effect as immunity to physical attacks.

Over there, Vashj was even more sharp. The seemingly slow snake tail bow was put together, but when it popped out in an instant, the speed was as fast as lightning.

She chopped off a demon lord with her two middle hands holding a long knife, and the pair above her shot a lord with multiple arrows and crippled him. The opponent below used thunder magic to beat the third lord into charcoal, and finally she strangled the crippled guy with her snake tail.

She took down three demon lords by herself.

The might of the first demigod under Duke's seat was fully revealed.

When Tirion, Magni and Howl took care of another one, everyone was shocked to find that six of the ten demon lords originally in the palace were gone.

Only the Eredar Twins and two Fel Lords were left.

The two evil lords were really sweating coldly. They had just agreed to cooperate with the twins to attack together, but who knew that since the other party smashed down the door, broke in rudely, and attacked wantonly, the twins did not move.

What a mess!

What is going on?

They didn't know what happened, only the Eredar twins knew that Duke had revealed his hand.

Duke looked at them with a smile, with only one meaning in mind - he wanted them to show their loyalty!

It was not enough for them to betray Kil'jaeden, they had to openly break with the Legion.

"Master, you are so annoying..." Oreses said with a reproachful look.

"How could we not do our best to follow our master's orders?" Queen Sarolas was extremely charming.

The two demon lords nearby instinctively felt something was wrong, and their reactions were very quick. By the time they turned around to face the twins, they had already been hit.

"Waaaaaa——"

"How dare you betray the Legion!?"

One was bathed in fire, the other was swallowed by the quagmire-like shadows. The natural gap in strength and level made them powerless in front of the two powerful demons, the Eredar Twins. Moreover, the twins were in their true form. How could they be compared with them, who had invested less than half of their souls and relied solely on their bodies?

Only before they died did they let out the mournful howl of a dying dog.

At this time, Vashj dragged the snake's tail and pulled the only remaining demon lord in front of her. Vashj smiled and said, "Hey! Did you see it clearly?"

The guy nodded hurriedly.

"Now that you have seen clearly, tell your master Kil'jaeden everything that happens here. Now get out of here—" After saying that, Vashj swung her snake tail, and the huge demon lord rolled at least seven or eight times in the air before falling to the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner.

When he got up, he didn't dare to look at those pairs of mocking eyes. Like a stray dog ​​running away with its tail between its legs, he ran towards the depths of the Sunwell in a hurry.

Here, the Eredar twins slightly tidied up their already clean clothes and armor, came to Duke together, and knelt on both knees.

"Great Lord Edmund Duke..."

"Your most loyal servant—"

"The Eredar Twins..."

"Oleseth!"

"Sarolas!"

"Meet the Master!"

Following the clear words, the twins knelt down in unison.

This scene immediately made the Alliance leaders feel deeply moved.

Once upon a time, the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth wantonly, from the first invasion of the Dark Portal by the orcs, to the third Dark Portal battle, the Scourge of Ner'zhul affiliated with the Burning Legion, to the coming of Archimonde, and then the trouble in Outland.

When has the Legion not acted recklessly and arrogantly, appearing in front of the intelligent races of Azeroth with an expression of crushing ants?

Now it's completely the other way around.

Although Duke has a history of conquering foreign races, starting with the weak Murlocs and Nagas, Duke's achievements in recruiting followers across races can only be described as awesome:

First, he took the Windrunner family, including the current Sin'dorei Queen Sylvanas, into his possession;

Then there are the two demigods, the entire Qiraji empire led by the Twin Emperors;

Then he incorporated the Naga tribe, which dominated the central Outlands and once prevented the Alliance from making any progress and was led by the demigod Vashj;

Now, he has even put his conquering iron Irel on the face of Kil'jaeden, the leader of the Burning Legion, and snatched away the two female lieutenants that originally belonged to Kil'jaeden.

No one knows how Duke did it, all we can do is admire him and look up to him!

The one who was most moved was, of course, Yrel.

As the mortal enemies of the Eredar, the hatred between the Draenei and the Eredar has long been so thick that it cannot be dissolved. Although the teachings of the Holy Light have always taught them to be loving and forgiving, this has never included the Eredar who persecuted them in the past.

She certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to hate these two rare Eredar traitors.

On the contrary, she began to understand why mentor Velen asked her to actively approach Duke. Because only in Duke could she see the hope of defeating the Eredar clan and even the entire Burning Legion.

Irel's body and mind were trembling with excitement. She inexplicably felt a desire in her heart, a desire to find a way to integrate into the Alliance and into the Duke circle!

Everything around the entire hall fell into silence. The originally tense and exciting fighting atmosphere seemed to have disappeared without a trace. In front of Duke, there were only two powerful female demons crawling docilely and quietly.

Duke opened his eyes wide, and there seemed to be a purple-blue vortex swirling clockwise inside his pupils.

He smiled and placed his hands on the twins' foreheads. The next moment, everyone felt that some unknown law of power was deviating.

The evil aura was leaving the twins in fear, as if some new power was rising out of the magic net and descending, its powerful energy was forcibly infusing into the twins' delicate bodies...

Dominate everything, take over everything.

"Ahhhhh——" Twins are twins, even the voice and rhythm of their screams and wails are the same.

Everyone saw that on the graceful curves of Sarolas and Oreses' bodies, a lot of black liquid like sweat beads appeared. Not only that, there were also faint wails of the dead, squeezed out from their pores.

Those are the fragments of souls that remain in their delicate bodies after thousands of years of death at the hands of the twins.

These echoes of souls filled with sadness and resentment are enough to make people feel creepy just by listening to them for a while.

What shocked everyone even more was the next scene, where large and small blue magic circles appeared on the joints of the Eredar twins: wrists, elbows, shoulders, ankles, knees, and cervical vertebrae.

The mysterious runes on these magic circles were flowing in a way that was difficult for outsiders to understand, as if chaos and irregularities were occurring.

The light emitted by the magic circle made the twins' bodies arch back.

"Ahhhhhh——" It was painful in theory, but their faces showed a flush of pain and excitement.

"Huh?" Tirion was the first to notice.

At first he thought it was an illusion, but as the flow of magic runes became more intense, not only him but everyone saw that there was a flying claw connected to the black soul chain on the twins' hearts.

The five sharp hooks on the flying claws, emitting an evil black light, were deeply hooked on the twins' hearts.

This discovery made the twins' faces turn pale.

What's this?

Why didn't I know about this?

The next second, when they saw Duke's confident smile, they inexplicably felt at ease.

The most frightening thing about mysterious and evil things is that you kneel down inexplicably without knowing what's going on. After you know it, it's often just that.

As expected, Duke's voice reached the twins' ears: "You should be thankful that Kil'jaeden is busy opening the portal and has no time to deal with you two. This saves me a lot of effort."

Duke's index fingers trembled slightly, and the twins' ears suddenly heard a sound like playing a piano from bass to treble.

"Ding ding ding——"

As the scale became higher and higher, the soul chains that could be seen began to break piece by piece. Each chain first let out a shrill roar, and then quickly turned into nothingness.

The five hooks on the flying claw seemed to be stimulated by something. They suddenly opened and then collapsed and disintegrated.

The twins breathed a sigh of relief.

Be happy for their new life and for making the right decision.

There was even a blue arcane energy gently wrapping around the missing part of the soul that was hooked out by the hook. In just two or three seconds, the Geminis felt that the place was perfectly repaired.

Just as they were about to say thank you, the twins were shocked to find that the ball of energy was not going away.

They immediately understood what Duke meant: Duke had never completely believed in them. This ball of energy was like a guillotine hanging over their heads, reminding them at all times that Kil'jaeden could kill them in an instant, and so could he, Duke.

However, Duke's behavior made them feel relieved.

Be careful, it proves that Duke will use them again.

Using them means that they still have the opportunity to make contributions.

They are not afraid of being on guard, but they are afraid that after following Duke, they will be like an inconspicuous pebble on the side of the road, thrown aside to cool down and left to fend for themselves.

This is what they fear the most.

If Duke didn't protect them, they would have to find a way to escape, just like what Ner'zhul wanted to do, running away desperately, trying to escape to a planet that hadn't been discovered by the Legion, hiding like a mouse, and lingering on.

Duke used his supreme mysterious power to remove their restraints and added new ones, which made the twins feel as if they were reborn.

After the magic ritual was completed, they bowed down on the spot: "Master, please hurry up, we are afraid that Kil'jaeden will speed up the progress of breaking into Azeroth."

"Hahaha!" Duke laughed, and his laugh was extremely happy: "Well, you guessed right, he did speed up. Under normal circumstances, he would have completely entered Azeroth by now."

Everyone noticed Duke's words "under normal circumstances" and everyone smiled knowingly at the same time.

"Let's go! Let's see what the last giant of the Burning Legion looks like now!" At this time, Duke finally drew out his demon-slaying holy sword, holding the staff in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and proudly led everyone towards the direction of the Sunwell.

Glancing at the hesitant Eredar twins, Duke smiled and said, "Just stand at the gate of Sunwell Plateau and wait for our triumphant return!"

Gemini was overjoyed and bowed deeply.

Although they are quite capable in combat, they hate fighting deep down and think it is a hassle.

What's more, if they had just joined Duke and were about to face their old master on the battlefield, they really couldn't guarantee whether Duke would lend a helping hand if Kil'jaeden tried his best to kill them.

Now that Duke has exempted them from participating in the war, it is of course like amnesty.

The team began to move forward, and the mage in the team noticed that every time the end of Duke's staff touched the ground, a circle of magical ripples spread out that was imperceptible except to the mage.

Just like the sonar currently used by the Alliance Navy, it relies on the feedback of magic fluctuations to control everything in the Sunwell.

After passing through the magnificent corridors and majestic palaces that were now empty of enemies, everyone finally arrived at the tallest and largest palace next to the Sunwell.

The palace gate was wide open, and Kil'jaeden's angry voice was heard from inside. The horrifying sound was so loud that a cloud of dust was raised at the same time as the sound was heard, and it jumped out of the gate like a shock wave.

"Duke—Edmund—"

After slightly blocking the dust in front, not only Duke, but every member of the team smiled.

Why?

Because they all saw Kil'jaeden, with only half of his body stuck at the entrance of the portal.

"Haha!" At this moment, Sylvanas was completely relieved. Before she got here, she had been stern almost the entire time.

What if Kil'jaeden doesn't fall for it?

What if most of Kil'jaeden has already entered Azeroth?

Heavy melancholy always lingered in her heart like a nightmare.

At this time, of course, Kering came to light.

Sylvanas, the landlord, laughed, and naturally the group of shameless guys in the Alliance followed suit.

For a moment, these powerful mortals who were looked down upon by Kil'jaeden burst into laughter.

"Oh my God! I thought my waist was big enough, but I didn't expect it to be even bigger." Magni first patted his own barrel waist and complained.

"Hey, did this commander of the Burning Legion crawl out of the sewer and then miscalculated his waistline and got stuck?" Jaina spit out venomous words mercilessly.

"Kil'jaeden...you should lose weight!" It was rare that Sylvanas had the leisure time to do this, so she also started to tease the eggs.

"You should pass your butt over here first so that I can kick your butt hard!" Magni faithfully fulfilled his sarcastic role as a MT.

"Hey! Are you sure you can reach his ass?" Muradin spat at him.

"Second brother, you are so dirty!"

One of the Alliance leaders took the lead, and the others certainly would not miss the opportunity to humiliate their mortal enemy, and immediately there was a lot of chattering.

Only Yrel was stunned. She finally saw the ultimate devil who had persecuted and hunted the Draenei for 25,000 years.

In fact, Kil'jaeden's horrific appearance was identical to the diorama depicted by Mentor Velen and preserved in the draenei archives.

It was as huge as a mountain. Even if it was only half of its body, the area in the middle of the hall with a diameter of nearly 100 meters was occupied by its huge body. The only area left for mortals and the demigods of Azeroth to fight was a circular area less than 30 meters away from the columns next to the hall.

Kil'jaeden's bright red skin constantly radiates high heat like magma. Just a slight flap of his pimpled bat wings can bring a heat wave that is unbearable for mortals.

His claws were huge. Judging from their size, he could grab a medium-sized tank with one hand and use his sharp claws to explode all the people and objects inside.

On the red burly shoulders, there are two extremely barbaric shoulder armors. Four huge curved horns point diagonally to the sky, and there is a brazier-like thing on the top of each shoulder armor, burning with eternal flames, blazing and suffocating. The two iron chains on the shoulder armor cross in an X shape, tied with a belt with a huge skull at the bottom, which matches the other skull decorations on the body, making it look evil and terrifying.

In the scorching air waves, the wails of the dead could be faintly heard. The souls of the creatures of all races who were killed or buried alive by him were still unable to rest in peace in this purgatory.

if...

If it weren't for the strange golden halo stuck on Kil'jaeden's waist, the Alliance warriors would probably have been in awe and ready to face a formidable enemy just by seeing half of his body.

Now all of Kil'jaeden's terror has turned into a paper tiger, which is a kind of irony.

Ever since he made a deal with Sargeras and drove the Draenei into the stars, Kil'jaeden has been convinced that no one can stop the power of the Legion. However, Sargeras once promised victory but has not fulfilled it, which makes him furious.

However, all his fraudulent tricks could not stop Duke from leading the Alliance and even the entire Azeroth to rise, so he decided to personally deal with all the ants including Duke. However, he did not expect that he tried every means but failed to stop the heroes from arriving at the most critical moment.

He had never expected that the biggest flaw was actually right next to him, the Eredar twins, who he had once regarded as trash, devalued as worthless, and prepared to be pushed forward as Cannon fodder!

Faced with the enemy's traps and the sarcasm of mortals, Kil'jaeden was naturally angry, furious, and resentful, and he wished he could blow up Azeroth as soon as possible.

But when all emotions reached a boiling point, Kil'jaeden calmed down instead.

"Hehehe!" Although he was emitting a heat high enough to melt stones and pillars, his laughter was instead filled with a chilling taste.

No matter how the Alliance's heroes continued to taunt him, Kil'jaeden was not anxious and did not make any moves. He just stared at Duke and sneered.

That laughter was simply creepy.

If you don't have some experience, you might just ask foolishly, "What are you laughing at?", which will make you look inferior in momentum, because it means you haven't seen through the other person's cards.

"Hehehehe! Hahahahaha!" Duke also laughed.

Isn't it just a sneer, a fake smile, a sneering, and a pretentious smile?

I can do it too!

At some point, the entire hall was filled with the laughter of Duke and Kil'jaeden.

In the past thousands of years since the Sunwell was built, on every major festival in Quel'Thalas, the Sunstrider King would lead all the high elf nobles in a grand banquet.

The circular hall, with a diameter of more than 200 meters, is supported by 36 marble columns that seem to have already soared into the sky. The entire vaulted ceiling is painted with an unparalleled vaulted mural depicting the glorious history of the High Elves' nation for thousands of years. Of course, the focus is on praising the great Sunstrider royal family.

However, no member of the Sunstrider royal family will participate in the final battle that is about to take place and determine the future fate of Azeroth.

This has to be said to be ironic.

Duke laughed wildly and comfortably, because he firmly believed that he had conquered the goddess of fate. Since even the goddess of fate was on his side, there was nothing to be afraid of.

So Duke was not only smiling, but his eyes also contained a penetrating feeling that could see through the past and the future and glimpse into all the mysteries of the world.

Eggs! Eggs!

Do you know how many times I brushed you?

Did you know that I can count your skills by listening to the sound effects with my eyes closed?

Did you know that later even the gold group of the Savage Group could make your pants fall off?

Don't let me have too few surprises, or you'll die!

It was obviously Kil'jaeden who laughed first, but unfortunately anyone could hear that the egg's laughter was becoming more and more fake, and less and less confident.

Finally, Kil'jaeden was the first to stop laughing. "Edmund Duke, I admit that I underestimated you. Not only me, but the entire legion underestimated you. You may have made a great name for yourself in this world, but today will mark the end of your legend. Everything will end!"

After saying that, Kil'jaeden slowly raised his hands, and with his claws facing up, he shook them lightly as if playing the piano, and instantly a portal opened in front, behind, left and right of Kil'jaeden at the same time.

"Huh?" Duke raised his chin slightly. He had already sensed that the gears of history were beginning to shift.

The size of these portals is much larger than those in history.

Sure enough, at the next moment, the Eredar warlocks named 'Hand of Kil'jaeden' who were supposed to be teleported out, now rushed out one by one, they were all Abyss Lords!

With footsteps more shocking than the sound of thousands of horses galloping, these terrifying monsters, which had originally been charging into battle for the legion, brandished huge weapons and rushed towards the Alliance Heroes.

"Let us take these!" Magni took the lead first!

Even though he has become a god descending from heaven, Magni's size is still that of an adult and a child compared to that of an abyss lord.

The huge double-edged sword, which was as big as a column, collided with the small Fire Demon Hammer. The Fire Demon Hammer, which should have been smaller, should have been crushed, but the unreasonable strength of the Dwarf King instead blasted the Abyss Lord, who was at the level of a beginner Void Lord, back three steps.

What followed was that Grom jumped high up unreasonably and killed the Abyss Lord, who had used up his old strength and had not yet regained his new strength, instantly with one axe.

There is also a pit lord here who is being held back by Muradin Bronzebeard.

On the other side, Tirion used Ashbringer to fight against an abyss lord, while the human heroes led by Varian launched a fierce attack on the two lords.

Originally, the Alliance heroes seemed to have the upper hand, but after the second batch of lord-level demons came through the void portal, their combat power suddenly became a little tight.

The Qiraji Twin Emperors were the first to look unhappy. They knew that most of these Alliance heroes were leaders of various countries. If any one of them was killed, Duke would probably be furious.

However, in the New Quicksand Battle, all the middle-level leaders of the Qira Empire knelt, so they had no choice but to act as thugs.

The Sword Emperor swung his sword without saying a word, and the Demon Emperor cast magic to support him.

Kil'jaeden sneered, and suddenly the number of portals opened increased from four to eight. The guys coming out were still not too strong, just low-level Void Lords, but their numbers were overwhelming!

There are now more than ten Void Lords appearing on the scene at the same time!

"Didn't you steal control of the Sunwell and use space magic to trap me? Go on!" Kil'jaeden looked at Duke nonchalantly.

Duke and Kil'jaeden stared at each other from a distance, sneering: "Do you think I should do it myself just because you send some bastards?"

While saying this, countless spatial spells and three-dimensional geometric figures were pouring down from top to bottom on his retina.

That's right, using the hidden trick he had laid at the Sunwell early in the morning, Duke did grab Kil'jaeden's waist.

But Kil'jaeden was not the kind of person who would sit there and wait for death. While he was talking, he was also trying to find a way to expand the space crack. Even if he couldn't expand the portal that was blocking him, expanding other cracks to allow more demon lords to enter Azeroth and force Duke to let go was also a way.

At this time, Vashj was ready to go on the court, but suddenly Duke waved his hand gently to stop her.

Duke snapped his fingers crisply, and suddenly, "Bang! Bang! Bang!", thirty-six huge marble columns exploded at the same time.

The roof of the huge palace, which covered a diameter of two hundred meters, suddenly fell apart like a blooming chrysanthemum. Pieces of triangular cone-shaped palace roof walls slid outwards and fell outside, making a loud rumbling sound.

When the magnificent palace ceiling, along with the murals on the top that were of considerable historical value, were removed, the dark and deep sky was revealed.

I don't know when it was already night.

The sky is full of stars.

The next moment, Kil'jaeden's face turned a little blue.

Right next to Duke, Tyrande stood slenderly and slowly raised her arms, which were white with a light purple tint and looked like jade.

Stars Falling!

There was a meteor shower in the night sky. The meteorite fragments that fell from the void battlefield immediately affected the small battlefield located in the Sunwell Plateau. Even Kil'jaeden could not help but raise his huge head to look at these uninvited guests who suddenly broke into the air.

The fragments of stars first flickered in the void, like the lights of civilization in the night. After each flash of silver light, a fragment of the star would jump across space from the other side of the universe to the sky above the Sunwell Plateau.

A vast expanse of light spots appeared in the sky—each spot of light represented a terrifying power that was enough to destroy the world.

The battlefield in the Sunwell Palace was silent for a moment.

Countless silver lights extended from the flashes in the air. These brilliant lights, thicker than the columns, smashed into the void lords one by one.

No matter they are the Abyss Lords with huge bodies and powerful defenses, the mysterious and cunning Shivalla, or the world-famous Dreadlords, no one can escape the horrific bombardment that transcends the realm of God.

The light from the falling stars swept across every demon lord present, but did not touch any mortal hero.

The result was revealed instantly.

Under the might of the falling stars, the demon lords who were supposed to have strong resistance to magic and physical attacks were torn apart, and they didn't even have time to utter their last wail before death.

Even though all the lords died and their bodies were completely shattered, the light of the stars still did not disappear. Under the guidance of Tyrande, they flew quickly towards their final target like cheetahs looking for prey.

One after another!

The falling starlight continued to hit the portal opened by Kil'jaeden without stopping for a second.

Far away in the Twisting Nether, the Eredar mages in charge of stabilizing the portals vomited blood together, unable to control themselves any longer. They could only let the large portals shatter before their eyes.

This time Kil'jaeden was clearly defeated.

"Hmph!" Kil'jaeden could no longer hold back and took action, and his first attack was an extremely exaggerated multiple spellcasting.

"Wuwuwu——"

It was the wailing of a soul that seemed to come from the deepest part of hell.

Those were the ashes and echoes of death left behind by the world destroyed by the Legion's iron tauren.

It would have been fine if Kil'jaeden had used Soul Whip at first, but I didn't expect that Egg would get so angry and use Darkness of a Thousand Souls right away!

Originally, the surroundings were all night sky, illuminated by the brilliant lights in the palace. Now, everyone felt that the whole world suddenly went dark. Everything in the field of vision instantly turned gray.

It was a tone of horror that was so dull and depressing.

It is also an expression of Kil'jaeden's anger.

Duke took a deep breath. He knew that he had to be careful first.

"Khadgar, the space constraints are left to you." Duke said lightly in the spiritual world.

"Leave it to me." Khadgar bowed and immediately took control of the space shackles.

Duke clasped his hands together, glanced in the direction he came from, cursed Kalecgos as a bastard, and then had to go up by himself.

Originally, Kalecgos would provide blue dragon orbs that could summon two young blue dragons to provide cover and various benefits to the mortal warriors.

It was obvious that Kalecgos wasted time by being affectionate with Madigosa, or maybe he used his ultimate skill right at the beginning which was beyond his expectations.

Anyway, without him, Duke can only rely on himself.

Facing the egg's ultimate move that could kill people instantly, Duke shouted: "Be careful of the Darkness of a Thousand Souls, everyone stay in the shield."

After saying that, Duke used his divine power to raise four hemispherical arcane shields with a diameter of ten meters.

In this life, the people of Azeroth finally faced Kil'jaeden's terrifying impact, which could be called a sea of ​​shadow energy.

At this moment——

The power of darkness and the dead became active a hundred times and a thousand times more, and countless wronged souls appeared in the air. A tide of evil spirits formed in an instant, and from all directions, they swarmed towards Kil'jaeden who summoned them.

They did not know that they would become nourishment for Kil'jaeden's ultimate move, but they instinctively obeyed the call from the spirit world, as if the people responded to the call of their king and gave everything for him.

On the outskirts of Sunwell Plateau, many ordinary Alliance soldiers suffered. The most outrageous ones were directly transformed into monsters by the twisted shadow magic, and their originally human souls were instantly wiped out, leaving only endless hatred for the living and the Holy Light.

This caused chaos among the Union troops on the front line.

But the ones who were more affected were the Shadow Blade Elves who were defending the Sunwell Plateau. Countless half-elves and half-demons were caught unsuspecting and were immediately eroded by the unimpeded influx of shadow magic like a flame attracting moths.

This is a very cold joke. If there are too many moths and the flame is too weak, the flame will really be extinguished.

These half-baked demons were unable to withstand the soul power that was hundreds and thousands times beyond their own endurance. Black flames ignited all over their bodies and they turned into ashes amid screams and wails. Then their souls were sucked away by Kil'jaeden.

These wizards sent elves to try to gain power and status, but they were treated as nutrients and were ruthlessly harvested and sucked away.

I have to say, this is quite ironic.

Their fate was even more miserable than that of the high elves who defected to Sargeras ten thousand years ago.

Of course, no one would pity them.

At this moment, buildings collapsed and lives were lost everywhere. Even Duke's magic net began to be eroded and rebuilt.

It looks like the curtain call of an era.

The shadow of darkness swept across the entire island of Quel'Danath, and the shadow magic spreading from Kil'jaeden seemed to have the power to corrode the entire island and even the world.

Originally, he just wanted to withstand this attack and slowly consume Kil'jaeden as he did in history, but at this time, Duke was a little angry.

"Huh? It seems like you've completely underestimated me! Do you really think I didn't do anything after becoming a demigod?"

Duke raised his hand gently.

Looking down from the sky, the sea of ​​souls constructed by Darkness of a Thousand Souls looks like a dark wave.

But in the blink of an eye, a series of interconnected arcane energy lines suddenly appeared in the sky above the entire Sunwell Plateau. These energy lines extended from the nodes of the void magic network and formed new energy nodes at the intersections.

Immediately afterwards, countless beams of light descended from the nodes and poured into the black waves.

A bright flame ignited instantly, forming a huge ring of fire, which not only prevented the tide of darkness from spreading in all directions, but also prohibited more wronged souls from setting foot into the Sunwell Plateau.

In fact, it also prohibits Kil'jaeden from seeking help from the outside world!

Duke waved his hand and said, "Come on! Since you think you can defeat me, Elune, and all the heroes of Azeroth on your own in our home turf, then don't even think about drawing energy from Azeroth. If you can defeat us with your own strength, we lose!"

Duke made the announcement shamelessly without even thinking about who was so shameless as to block the egg so that only half of it could get in?

If you have the guts, make the egg come down to full state, and then fight it head-on!

Kil'jaeden couldn't bear it any longer and threw a ball of dark light at him.

A huge amount of shadow energy beyond the imagination of mortals gathered into a small beam of light. When it blasted out from Kil'jaeden's right claw, the Alliance's heroes even thought that the egg was stabbing with a sword instead of an explosion.

Opponents change, and so does Duke.

Everyone was suddenly aware that the energy shield covering their heads already contained more frost elements than arcane, and the front point had turned into a pointed cone with dozens of facets.

"Zizizizi!" It was a sharp impact sound.

Mortals were completely powerless in the face of this astonishing and extraordinary power. Even a heroic dwarf king like Magni Bronzebeard could only try in vain to pull out a large shield and hold it in front of him.

This action was more like a habit, a form. If even Duke's shield could not withstand Kil'jaeden's ultimate move, then all he could do was die before his comrades died.

Heaven is to the left, warriors are to the right.

When a tank who brings vitality to the team gets the artifact that countless output professions dream of, it becomes even more of a responsibility to be at the forefront of the team.

At this moment, Magni had already made up his mind to die first if things didn't work out.

But a familiar hand rested on his shoulder armor: "Relax, when have I ever let you down?"

Hearing Duke's words, Magni suddenly felt less nervous. A moment ago, he was as hard as a rock, but lacked tension and toughness. If an enemy stronger than him attacked him, he would collapse.

Magni felt inexplicably relieved, yet a little ashamed: I am still too dependent on Duke!

Suddenly, Magni had a faint desire in his heart: It would be great if I were also a demigod.

Duke certainly didn't know that his words of comfort inadvertently accelerated the growth of this dwarf hero who had also grown into a demigod in the original history, and even inadvertently further changed history.

Duke focused all his attention on the confrontation with Kil'jaeden.

As the Darkness of a Thousand Souls was exhausted, the lingering evil spirits began to disappear from the Palace of the Sunwell.

Kil'jaeden's multicasting has only just begun.

From his right claw, a cluster of dazzling lightning was forming. Just now, the sky and the earth darkened, gathering not only the negative energy of the wronged souls, but also the most powerful lightning in the world.

Legion Lightning!

It can be said that the Chain Lightning used by the Horde Tauren Shaman is just a poor version of Legion Lightning. As early as 30,000 years ago, the Eredar Warlocks had already reached the pinnacle of using the elements.

Almost at the moment when Duke's elemental shield disappeared after being hit by Darkness of a Thousand Souls, Legion Lightning arrived.

The powerful electric current that was enough to evaporate the entire palace hit Magni's chest, causing his chest to be charred. Magni suddenly remembered what his father had taught him.

It was the look of a cold master teaching a foolish disciple.

"Magic immunity? There has never been true magic immunity in the world. All magic immunity is only for enemies of the same level or lower. Remember, low-level mysteries are destined to be destroyed by higher-level mysteries."

He didn't know it before, but now he deeply understands it.

That is a huge gap.

That is the gap between mortals and the divine realm.

For some reason, at this moment, Magni thought of the lightning rod and the earth that absorbed all the lightning.

Lightning rod - after Duke's 'invention', it was another miraculous and valuable knowledge that he taught to the dwarves. Almost all the flying battleship factories standing on the mountains have lightning rods to protect against lightning strikes.

Although the thunder from the sky allowed the dwarves of Aerie Peak to develop the skill of Thunder Hammer, this time Kil'jaeden's Legion Lightning gave Magni a strange experience.

Magni was clearly focused on defense, but the feeling that he had grasped something caught Duke's attention.

"Huh?" Duke was stunned, then he smiled and curled his lips.

Vashj immediately understood.

As a maid, and as a Naga who has been learning to understand people's hearts for the past ten thousand years, Vashj is far ahead of Duke and his harem in understanding other people's thoughts.

At Duke's signal, she took action.

The fingers of one of the hands were flying, and the Legion Lightning that was supposed to jump to the next person and continue to cause secondary damage to the Alliance's heroes suddenly became tamed because of Vashj's sudden attack.

The thunder containing strong natural elements turned into a harmless earthworm in Vashj's palm.

Vashj not only subdued the lightning, but also demonstrated in person how to call upon the elements around her to remove the free energy that was beyond her control.

This time it was Magni's turn to be stunned, but then he broke into a hearty smile, for he knew that Duke was showing his old friend without hesitation how to cross the boundary of the divine realm.

After showing off her thunder, Vashj threw the lightning snake out again and hit the newly opened portal by Kil'jaeden.

The Sunwell had become unstable after Kil'jaeden and the demons' continuous work. It was no exaggeration to say that it was riddled with holes. It was a bit difficult to suddenly open a large portal for the void lords to enter, but as many small and medium-sized portals as needed could be opened.

Flame Thorn!

Kil'jaeden had only one thought, and in the void, a ball of highly concentrated flames gathered together at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and then turned into a spear-like shape and stabbed towards Duke fiercely.

Duke raised the staff in his left hand, and a mirror-smooth ice blade suddenly appeared out of thin air, slashing diagonally at the flaming spike. To Duke's right, from the perspective of Demon King Viclor, the ice blade was just in balance with his field of vision, and the seemingly flat and thin weapon seemed to have become a thin line.

This thread seemed to cut off Kil'jaeden's flaming spikes easily, and then the subsequent fire element that broke through the air blew the ice blade into pieces and scattered in the air, which was very beautiful!

Behind the seemingly simple confrontation is the extraordinary control of the elements by two peerless masters.

There are no shortcuts, only absolute control.

If either side is even half as weak, they will be killed by the continuous magic attacks.

"Tsk!" Kil'jaeden spat fiercely, becoming more and more angry. In terms of elemental manipulation skills, he was actually superior to Duke.

However, Duke, whose skills were not as good as his, would use force to overcome his skill when he couldn't handle the situation, and use the energy of the magic net to force his way through.

This was not the most infuriating thing. After only a few rounds of fighting, Kil'jaeden discovered that Duke could imitate, study, and absorb his elemental manipulation techniques.

What the hell, I'm learning and applying it at the same time!

It's a pity that half of his strength was forcibly blocked and he couldn't use it.

This is like forcing a fool to drag him to the same IQ level as the fool, and then using his superb combos to beat him with great familiarity.

Not to mention how frustrating it is.

Kil'jaeden suddenly regretted that he had cast the first Darkness of a Thousand Souls too early. If he had been given more time to accumulate strength and collect wronged souls, the power of Darkness of a Thousand Souls would have been greater and more terrifying.

However, don't think that Kil'jaeden only has those skills and you can be careless.

Kil'jaeden immediately retaliated against Duke.

In the next thirty seconds, Vashj and the Twin Qiraji Emperors destroyed the portal, while Kil'jaeden used small skills such as Flame Thorns, Fire Flower and Shadow Thorns to fight against Duke, while violently resisting the operation of the space shackles.

Just when Duke thought that everything in Kil'jaeden was as it had been in history, something unexpected happened.

A large portal as big as half of Kil'jaeden's body opened behind him without any call.

It's not that Duke didn't want to stop him, but Kil'jaeden suddenly spread his huge bat wings behind him and took Duke's Holy Light Pyroblast full of holy light power, covering the opening of the portal.

Just three seconds later, a Shivala with six arms appeared, holding six evil weapons emitting a strong ominous light.

Duke's eyes narrowed suddenly, because the system had prompted him: the doomsday prophet Dallian entered the battlefield.

Dallien is one of the most evil and warlike warriors in the Burning Legion. In the original history, she should have been captured and imprisoned by the Naaru long ago. Why does she appear here?

And now is not the time in history when she should appear!

"Hmph!" Duke snorted coldly! A huge arcane hand suddenly appeared in the void and fiercely grabbed and exploded the portal that Dallian had come out of.

Kil'jaeden did not agree, instead a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Duke knew the deceiver's new idea - if Kil'jaeden only had half the strength he had before to fight Duke, he would eventually be exhausted to death. After all, he could not receive the constant supply of magic power sent into the magic network from all over Azeroth like Duke.

But it was unrealistic for Duke to rely on Khadgar to block the entire space. Khadgar was quite capable, and it was already a great effort for him to hold Kil'jaeden's waist.

The strangulation, blockade and breakthrough of space are going on all the time, just like a long-lasting hacker war. Each side uses different means to attack the other side and defend against the other side's attack. There are passive and active ones.

It would be too much for Khadgar to lock Kil'jaeden while taking care of other large portals.

Kil'jaeden was also forcing Duke to devote his energy to suppressing his large portal, otherwise he would continue to send in high-level Void Lords and overwhelm Duke in terms of the number and quality of his minions.

At this moment, the newly emerged Dallian was fighting with the Sword Emperor. Don't expect the Sword Emperor to be able to free up his hands in the short term.

The bad news is that the second, third, and fourth high-level portals are also forming...

Duke's face turned grim. Damn it, this has become a time trial! ?

This time, Duke couldn't sit idle. He leaned on Atiesh with his left hand and blocked it fiercely in the void.

If someone could look beyond appearances and see the realm of space that is invisible to the naked eye of mortals, they would be able to clearly see that a huge cover had forcibly shattered several sections of space passages that suddenly emerged from the endless void.

"Huh? As a native demigod, you have some abilities!" This time it was Kil'jaeden's turn to show off: "What about this?"

Twelve new space channels suddenly appeared in the void.

They forced their way into the space of Azeroth in a brutal manner.

Duke's expression finally changed.

For ordinary space channels, the first thing to pay attention to is stability and safety. After all, if the space channel is not good, the people being teleported will suffer immediately.

On the other hand, if safety is not taken into consideration, the construction of the space channel can be more sloppy, no, it has already reached the point of simple brute force.

The road is open, lords, jump in. Whoever doesn't jump will be killed by me.

Anyway, if you die, it's considered an industrial injury, and if you don't die, it's considered a lucky find.

When other companies use space teleportation, at most they can overwhelm others with their quality.

The Burning Legion's teleportation, damn, it's a way to overwhelm the enemy with quantity.

As long as their souls are not destroyed, demons can roll back to the twisting void and revive no matter how they die. And no one knows how many void lords there are in the twisting void now.

Ten thousand years ago, there were more than a thousand.

Ten thousand years later, due to Kil'jaeden's strict confidentiality, even the Eredar Twins could not tell how many powerful lord-level fighters the Legion had.

Throughout history, the defender has always been passive.

Duke was not paying attention and a portal arrived first. It broke through Duke's void defense line in less than a second and opened the portal into the Sunwell.

"Damn it!" Duke couldn't help but curse.

Lord Jaraxxus!

Another boss with a name and surname!

Anyone who can leave a name in the legion is rarely a scum.

This guy was supposed to be the second boss of a Trial team dungeon called Crusader during the historical battle in Northrend.

I didn't expect it to come out now!

"Surrender to the flames of the Legion!" King Jaraxxus roared as he appeared, shocking the mortal warriors.

The violent green evil flames immediately began to spread across half of the hall.

As a powerful Eredar warlock, Jaraxxus can definitely be classified among the high-level void lords.

In a sense, he is like a weakened version of Archimonde.

If Duke gathered all the heroes to attack him, it would be no different from cutting vegetables.

But having the great demon god Kil'jaeden here is undoubtedly an additional burden.

"Hah!" The Demon King Viclor rushed forward and a Blizzard crackled and covered him on the head.

I thought the duel between an Eredar warlock and a magic demigod would be another elemental war, but the result was surprising.

Veklor actually grabbed Jaraxus' waist like a wrestler, and then the two giants broke through the wall of the hall and fell far away. They kept rolling until they reached the open space outside the hall, and then the two giants really competed in magic.

In fact, more than one person discovered that the original hall with a diameter of more than 200 meters looked very large. As a battlefield for a group of giants, it was still not enough!

The dome had been blown away by Duke, and now the Twin Emperors and their opponents had knocked down several walls and nearly ten marble columns. Finally, this magnificent palace, which had been built for thousands of years and could definitely be included in the category of cultural relics, collapsed.

However, no one in the hall felt any sympathy for this.

No one has the spare time to care about these things.

The next moment, the third high-level Void Lord entered.

The Dreadlord Kaslanatir!

It's not that Kaslanatir is very strong. Under normal circumstances, he certainly can't beat Tichondrius, the original leader of the Dreadlords. But when this guy appeared in the original history, the anti-titan array of Azeroth was already full of holes, so he could appear in a more complete form.

The situation now is somewhat similar to this.

As soon as Kaslanatir appeared, Vashj had to face him.

At this time, the scene was already very chaotic.

Kil'jaeden's non-stop magical bombardment was nearby, and all kinds of high-destructive fire and shadow magic were flying all over the place. If a mortal warrior was not careful, he would fall to his knees.

In the middle circle, small and medium-sized portals kept opening, and all kinds of elite demons poured out like a tide.

There are three demigods being held back by three high-level Void Lords on the periphery, and it is unclear who will win for the time being.

Kil'jaeden used this tactic, which was completely different from Archimonde's, to force the Alliance into a desperate situation.

Archimonde was a fearless warrior.

No matter when or where, he will always be alone facing the enemy's vast army.

Kil'jaeden was at the other extreme. He used his massive army to trap his enemies in siege and despair, ultimately leading to their final defeat.

At this moment, Kil'jaeden looks more like a summoner.

The fourth Void Lord appeared. This time, Duke had learned his lesson. He prioritized intercepting the largest transmission channel in the void, preferring to let small and medium-sized channels pass, and reserved at least a quarter of his strength for each channel. Therefore, the one who came over was just an unnamed Void Lord.

This time, the one on top was the natural giant Thaddeus who suddenly jumped out of the magic net. As Duke's elemental messenger, he had already regained his human form. But he knew very well that what really gave him the ability to control lightning and exert his ultimate combat power was still the twisted and terrifying giant body.

So he appeared in front of everyone in the form of a giant.

As soon as he came out, he started to fight violently with the Void Lord.

At this moment, Kil'jaeden finally laughed out loud: "Hahahaha! Foolish human! Foolish indigenous demigod, do you really think that after you trapped my body, I did nothing but struggle here in vain? Hahaha!"

Along with the egg's laughter, the surrounding areas that were originally tightly closed by the space barrier suddenly opened up.

Duke instinctively sensed that what was operating there were high-level portal arrays that even the Eredar twins had not mentioned before.

One by one, the Eredar wizards were chanting spells beside the magic circle.

Countless elite demons were guarding the magic circles tightly, staring at the ruins of the hall where the Alliance heroes were with grim expressions.

Outside the Sunwell Plateau, the Eredar twins who had been waiting for news in stealth mode stood up suddenly, and their two very similar faces showed the same fear.

Soon, the fifth... the eighth... the tenth demon lord appeared.

Fighting raged across the Isle of Quel'Danath, but nowhere was it more intense than at Sunwell Plateau, where it felt as if the most violent earthquake was taking place, shaking the massive, magnificent buildings.

"Bang!" As if hit by a strong airflow, a towering tower suddenly shook and then collapsed.

The earth was shaking constantly, and the palaces, which were works of art built by countless generations of high elf craftsmen over a thousand years, kept creaking and groaning as if they were under some unimaginable pressure.

Every wall with gorgeous paintings, every marble floor that had been polished by hand for countless years to become extremely smooth, every door and window with intricate carvings were trembling, as if they would fall apart at any time.

A distant howl that seemed to come from the ancient times was heard, and then above the ruins of the highland, two huge and elegant blue creatures spread their wings and flew past at high speed. The icy breath sprayed over, and the rubble and dust that had exploded due to the collapse of the tower turned into larger ice cubes, as if it was a blizzard summoned by a wizard.

A humanoid creature with the same fiery red wings shot into the air like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the blue dragon.

The ones fighting in the air were naturally the combination of Kalecgos and Madigosa against the Demon Lord. They were engaged in a fierce battle in the limited airspace blocked by the space barrier.

On the ground, Duke's elemental messengers and the Alliance's heroes fought hard against the demon lords. Almost the entire Sunwell Plateau was in a state of endless fighting.

The Dreadguard Lord Omor the UnSkarred was a three-story-tall behemoth, and he struck hard with his black-and-gold-rimmed shoulder armor, sending a storm of rubble through the palace complex. Valeera leaped to his waist with incredible agility and struck him hard, but failed to cause a fatal blow.

Soon, Varian made a beautiful interception, and under the effect of rage, his whole body turned into a stream of light, and used his combined two artifact swords to add another blow to the same wound.

Omor's sudden and random attack still knocked down all the nearby buildings.

Grom had already forgotten how many Abyss Lords he had killed. In any case, in front of such a large-tonnage charging leader, the rows of houses were as fragile as castles built of sand on the beach.

Regardless of whether they were new or old, all buildings were uprooted under this violent impact. Even the walls and roofs that were reinforced by magic were directly shattered in this violent impact filled with evil energy. They turned into countless fragments, like pieces of paper flying in the wind.

The heroes in the Alliance worked very hard, the two blue dragons who came to work worked very hard, and Duke's direct subordinates worked even harder.

How many lord-level demons have been killed?

After counting to about twenty, no one cared about this matter anymore. Because the number of demon lords was increasing, the heroes on the Alliance side were almost too busy to handle it.

It's like the pressure is constantly accumulating in a snowballing manner, and it's just a matter of time before it becomes the final straw that breaks the camel's back.

In the ruins of the hall, Duke was still fighting Kil'jaeden with magic.

Light and shadow interweave, and explosions roar.

The highest level of magic collided violently in mid-air, and the light of the line of law continued to shine on the edge of the ruins of the hall and even the entire night sky above.

Seeing that his side had gained an overwhelming advantage, Kil'jaeden began to toughen up: "Hahaha! Edmund Duke, for a mortal who became a god, you are pretty good."

"Your fate has been set on the god of death. Perhaps you can successfully shake it off this time and gain some time. But you will be caught up again soon. In the War of the Ancients, in the past few years, you have shaken off the curse of fate twice. But I will not give you a chance to see it a third time."

"Give up! Your final struggle is meaningless!"

"True victory and eternal life belong only to the Burning Legion!"

Kil'jaeden, showing off to this point, suddenly raised his hand, and dozens of shadow lines suddenly appeared in the void, directly bypassing Duke's elemental defense and performing Soul Whip on the Alliance's strongmen.

"Ah!" Even someone as strong as Magni Bronzebeard couldn't help but let out a groan of pain.

Not to mention other people.

Who knew that when Ji Dan changed the subject, his arrogant voice became full of supreme temptation.

"But, Edmund Duke, not only I, but also Archimonde and Lord Sargeras admire you. As long as you are willing to join the Legion, you can become the third commander alongside Archimonde and me. After taking what the Legion wants, we can even give up destroying Azeroth and allow you to keep this planet as your exclusive property."

"Hiss——" Every strong man in the Alliance couldn't help but gasp after hearing these words.

Commander of the Burning Legion!

That was the invincible army that swept across the entire universe in the past 25,000 years!

No intelligent race, planet, or even galaxy can fight against the demon army that counts in billions.

Hundreds of thousands of galaxies were burned to ashes.

Billions of lives were lost.

Even when Sargeras and Archimonde were killed, no one dared to guarantee that the two giants were really dead, or that some of their souls were stored somewhere in the twisting void, and that they could be resurrected again with the help of those souls.

Now, Kil'jaeden is willing to pay such a high price for Duke, which can be considered a huge investment.

For a moment, Irel Yrel was startled.

It would be terrible if Duke, who is the core of the Alliance, decided to defect to the Burning Legion.

The planetary protection array that Azeroth is so proud of will be broken from the inside, the Legion will come, and then it is unknown whether the Draenei can continue to escape this time...

However, before Irel could finish his wild thoughts, he suddenly heard Duke's crisp and clear voice.

"I refuse!"

"Why refuse? To those who pursue power, protecting this small planet is meaningless. The Legion can grant you greater and stronger power! If you want, you can easily make thousands of planets submit to you." Kil'jaeden still did not give up.

His voice shook the hearts of every member of the Alliance.

The Lord of All Worlds! ?

This kind of power, this kind of temptation is simply irresistible to men!

Can Duke say no?

Everyone is thinking, if it were them, would they refuse?

Will...right?

But it's difficult to make the decision to refuse, right?

Around Duke, countless magic circles suddenly opened up, and countless elemental energies took shape and shot towards Kil'jaeden.

Duke, who was in the middle of the energy frenzy, remained calm.