The terrible suction spread to the demon lord's body.
Mannoroth's movements began to slow down, and he looked at an Eredar and found that the same thing happened to the Eredar warlock. The night elves didn't seem to be greatly affected, but their movements were also getting slower and slower.
"What...happened?" he muttered to himself.
Mannoroth's tail slammed against the ground, trying to resist the force. Just as he raised his hand holding the two-headed greatsword, his eyes suddenly widened. His scaly fur had become transparent. He could clearly see the muscles and bones in his body, which seemed unreal.
"Impossible!" the Burning Legion's vanguard rumbled, "Absolutely impossible!"
A huge force pulled him hard, and he felt himself rising into the air like a balloon, and then like a feather he was swept into the tornado-like portal crack.
Near the city of Azshara, and even on the entire ancient continent of Kalimdor, every coalition soldier who was fighting bloody battles was looking at the incredible scene before them in amazement - the demons that were so ferocious a moment ago and wanted to tear apart all obstacles were all sucked away.
It was as if the enemy they had fought for months and made countless sacrifices to resist was just a bunch of ridiculous illusions.
Krasus, Malfurion, Alexstrasza, and even the moon goddess Elune, who had sent down her divine thoughts, all asked the same question to the black figure standing on the huge portal crack.
"What on earth did you do?"
"Me? Haha! I just changed the spell that N'Zoth taught me. Instead of sucking away most of the creatures on Azeroth, I changed it to only sucking away the demons into the Twisting Nether." Duke, who had just accomplished something earth-shattering, seemed extremely calm.
"You will pay the price! I will remember you!" The will of an ancient god flashed by.
Almost all beings felt a chill in their hearts. As expected, these evil guys would never give up.
However, how could this Duke be able to tamper with the spell of the ancient gods? You know, in this era, there are very few people who understand the evil language of the ancient gods, unless they are those cultists hiding in the dark...
This guy really has no psychological burden. He sold out the Burning Legion first, and then sold out the Old Gods. He is so bold and reckless. I really don't know how to describe this extremely crazy and outstanding spy.
At this time, the portal had begun to close slowly, but unfortunately the Well of Eternity, which had once calmed down, began to boil again.
Duke: "I'll leave this to you. I need to take care of things in the Twisting Nether."
"What are you going to do?" Ysera asked loudly.
Duke showed the most mysterious smile that was difficult for everyone to understand: "It's rare to master a powerful weapon. How can I vent my hatred if I don't fight the Burning Legion? Don't worry, after this, I guarantee that the Burning Legion will not be able to invade Azeroth again on a large scale for at least 10,000 years."
a thousand years?
Are you kidding?
Being able to maintain peace for a hundred years is already a blessing.
What's more, the main force of the Burning Legion was only forcibly taken away, not destroyed. What right does Duke have to make such big talk?
unless...
An idea that couldn't be crazier began to emerge in the minds of all the strong people.
Could this guy be...
They wanted to imagine what Duke would do, but there was no time. A huge black light began to bloom on the Well of Eternity.
It seemed as if the terrifying vibrations never stopped, spreading in all directions along the magical branches of the Well of Eternity.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, a huge crack at least a hundred meters wide split the entire city of Azshara into two halves in one breath, and the huge crack showed signs of continuing to expand.
The powerful magic circle is still protecting the Forbidden Palace of Azshara, but no one knows how long it can last.
"Go!" Giant dragons descended one after another and rescued the heroes who had been fighting on the ground.
"Where's Tyrande!? Tyrande hasn't come back yet!" Illidan roared at his elder brother.
Malfurion shuddered. "I wonder if he will..."
Of course, the "he" refers to Duke. What else Duke will do is unknown.
Sitting in the control room of the twisting void, Duke clapped his hands proudly and hummed an unknown tune. While sensing the situation outside, he still had the mind to flirt with Tyrande.
Tyrande was so frightened that her heart almost flew out of her chest, and even her body was shaking.
"Don't worry! This is an ultra-long-distance interstellar space transmission. Even if Sargeras, who came first, took the fastest Road back, it would take five minutes and eighteen seconds. And I specially chose the slowest space channel for him. If I'm not wrong in my calculation, he will come back with his men."
"What if we are discovered by the demons here?" Tyrande couldn't imagine how the billions of demons here would react if they found out she and Duke were doing this.
"It's okay. I have already secretly blocked all space communications here. I have plenty of time to do anything."
What is audacity?
This is so audacious!
Although every hero must have a big heart, a heart as big as Duke's is truly unprecedented and unheard of.
Tyrande felt a thrill.
It was a stimulation she had never experienced in her thousands of years of life, from childhood to adolescence to youth.
Illidan was very good to her, as was Malfurion, but she had never felt such a slightly forbidden excitement from these two childhood sweethearts.
From childhood to adulthood, she has always followed the rules, listened to the voice of nature, and followed the teachings of the goddess. She is the spokesperson of the goddess and a role model for all that is good.
Have you ever tried to manipulate the Burning Legion, which is capable of destroying the entire world, silently like this?
Walking a tightrope on Knife's Edge Mountain.
Dancing on the tip of a knife.
Dancing at the gate of hell.
There is no greater excitement in the world than this.
Her heartbeat was speeding up, her adrenaline was rapidly secreting stimulants, and the endorphins in her brain were spreading pleasure.
From the misery, grievance and terror after being captured, to now when the situation is about to be reversed and Azeroth is about to be successfully defended, becoming a special existence standing beside the great heroes of Azeroth, the complex emotions brought about by this ups and downs cannot be described in words.
The more Tyrande thought about it, the more she looked forward to it, and the more afraid she became.
Unconsciously, all her thoughts and concerns were placed on this strange man who had once rudely occupied her, given her despair, and also gave her the greatest hope.
"Huh! Finally we have reached the last step!" Duke laughed.