There is such a good thing! ?
Not to mention others, even Duke was overjoyed!
In Duke's memory, Molten Core was considered the best, just two artifacts: Wind Sword and Flame Hammer. These two things were enough to drive warriors, thieves and paladins crazy, and had nothing to do with Duke, who was a wizard.
Duke's eyes lit up at Executus' words.
It was true that the fire demon in front of him was a coward, and perhaps he could not be counted on for loyalty in the future when facing a powerful enemy. But it was undeniable that this guy was a rare management talent, oh, a "weird" talent! He was very smart, and could manage the Molten Core, which was full of mentally retarded monsters, in an orderly manner. He could even decisively command the army to besiege the Alliance's powerful group after analyzing the enemy's strength.
When Executus was an enemy, Duke certainly wanted to kill him as soon as possible.
When he became Duke's slave, that was another story.
Duke knew very well that Executus offered this treasure, which had not been recorded in any history, knowing that his master was a wizard.
Duke naturally didn't need to be nice to this guy who was almost selling out his master for fame. He raised his chin slightly and said, "Lead the way!"
Unexpectedly, Executus was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, master! Thank you, master!"
Duke felt a little embarrassed: Could this be the legendary 'you can't invite a bitch here, you have to kick her out'?
After the destruction of Ragnaros's clone, Executus had no way out. The irritable Firelord would never let the traitor go, and the only one who could protect him was Duke, the Firelord's killer!
Duke, feeling very calm, followed Executus to the northern part of the Pool of Fire, surrounded by a group of heroes, big and small. This place was deeper than the place they came from.
A seemingly ordinary huge stone suddenly melted away after Executus casually chanted a spell, revealing a huge downward slope. Torches were lit along the way. If you look closely, you will be surprised to find that each torch was made of the arm of a fire demon.
The pointed fingers suspended in the air set off a dazzling flame.
Duke could clearly feel that Calia, who was secretly holding his hand, tensed up all over.
"It seems that the Fire Demon Clan is not having an easy time either!" Duke sighed softly.
Executus bowed deeply and said, "The Fire Demons crave for the Master's mercy."
A clan?
Haha! It's interesting.
After walking down for about a kilometer, everyone followed Executus to a huge fire magic circle. Executus quickly opened the magic circle and bowed to invite Duke in.
Duke took a quick look. Although he didn't feel there was any danger, he still left two-thirds of his men outside for safety reasons, including Rhonin, Jaina and Tyrande.
Apart from Lirath, the three Windrunner sisters followed Duke, looking very excited.
Finally, Ragnaros' secret treasure house was opened to everyone, like a captured beautiful virgin. No matter how shy or reluctant she was, she had to kneel down and sing "Conquer" in front of Duke and other thugs!
Almost at the moment when the treasure house in the middle of the magic circle was opened, Duke laughed wildly as he watched the system prompts pop up on his retina.
"Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha—"
Duke was so happy, so happy that he even forgot himself and hugged Sylvanas and kissed her hard with a "click".
"Hey! Sylvanas! Haven't you been complaining all day about not having a good flying mount? The mounts are here! Everyone, don't just stand there, come and pick one! The quantity is limited!"
What appeared in front of everyone was first a pile of eggs and what looked like sleeping puppies.
It would be really ridiculous to treat these puppies as ordinary dogs and these eggs as ordinary birds.
Every dog here is a small Molten Hound that can be used as a mount!
Every egg here is the famous Miragazor's Scorching Egg. The eggs hatched from this thing are second only to the Phoenix in terms of coolness, the famous pure-blooded Fire Eagles.
Thinking back to the past, countless elf players fought to the death, collected money, or even earned money, just for a Chocobo.
Chocobos and the like are so weak compared to this cool Fire Eagle!
With the pure-blooded Fire Eagle, Chocobo and the like can be taken directly to the slaughterhouse as an extra dish for tonight.
"Come on! Cut your finger and get a drop of blood. As long as it remembers your smell and soul, the pure-blooded Fire Eagle will never betray you for the rest of its life."
Duke got an Onyxia, which has long made everyone envious and jealous.
As all of our male compatriots know, Onyxia is an incredibly cool, capable, and powerful mount!
The conditions mentioned above are hard to come by, but at least they are cool and can be played.
Now, these dozens of Fire Eagle eggs can fully meet the needs of all the strong people.
Everyone present was a connoisseur. When the first person summoned a pure-blooded fire eagle bathed in flames, everyone knew that it was far superior to a griffin or a wyvern.
The blazing flames were like a breeze, a little warm, but would not hurt the owner at all. Grom took off his black iron suit boldly and found that the fire eagle, whose soul was connected to him, would not hurt him either.
In addition to the pure-blooded Fire Eagle, there is also a smaller size Molten Hound.
This two-headed lava dog, when acting as an enemy, has a skill set that makes strong people extremely upset: Earth Trampling, Ancient Despair, Ancient Frenzy and other eight disgusting skills.
After Duke gave it some fire, this small Molten Hound mount still retained some skills, basically one or two random skills. Although its power is not as strong as the original large Molten Hound, its 30-yard range, high attack power, high defense, and high vitality make it the best choice for charging into battle.
Whether it is a pure-blooded fire eagle or a Molten Hound mount, they do not need to be fed. Flame and high temperature are their life. According to Executus, it would be best if you can find magma to bathe them. If not, make a bonfire for them to roll around, which can also be regarded as three meals a day.
Duke thought about it and realized that except for Northrend, there was really no place that these two mounts could not go.
If the mount was just a small surprise, then the three high-level equipment in the secret treasure that should only appear in the Land of Fire were the real surprises.
But the biggest surprise was a strange flame.
"Master, as long as you put your artifact sword in it, you can temper your artifact again and add additional properties."
Duke's eyes suddenly narrowed into a straight line. In his retina, the Eternal Fire marked by the system AI deeply stimulated Duke's eyes.
"Eternal Fire: Operated by a God-level blacksmith, it can be used to refine semi-artifacts and artifacts for the second time. There is a 50% chance of no change, a 20% chance of upgrading, a 20% chance of mutation, and a 10% chance of downgrading."
Now, besides Executus, there are also Magni and a few other guys standing next to Duke.
Magni suddenly rushed over, extremely excited, and shook Duke's body violently, almost shaking Duke apart: "Duke! Duke! This... This seems to be the legend passed down from generation to generation by us Bronzebeard dwarves, which can forge the artifact Eternal Fire! Can this thing be given to us Bronzebeard dwarves? Just a little bit is enough! Just a little bit is enough——"
Like an old hen protecting her chicks, Executus came up again and stood between Magni and the flames: "Wait, this thing belongs to my lord now, my lord..."
Duke flicked Executus' forehead with his mage hand, sending the eager-to-show guy flying.
Duke was very generous: "Anyway, I promised Hydrasis that I would flood the Molten Core. Instead of letting the Eternal Flame rot in my Mage Tower, it's better to keep it in Ironforge."
Duke had seen through the system analysis. Eternal Flame looked high-end and classy, and the name of never extinguishing was quite scary. In fact, all the things from Molten Core had the same nature - if the fire element was not replenished regularly, it would be useless.
Yes! A flame that never goes out... The question is, is it only useful as a lighter?
The mage himself is the biggest human lighter!
Instead of giving benefits to others, it is better to be generous and give benefits to your own people.
Ironforge is a magical city built on top of an active volcano in the snow-capped mountains! The Bronzebeard dwarves deliberately chose to build their city inside the mountain where magma flows endlessly for forging.
Since the relationship within the Alliance is so good, giving it to the Bronzebeard Dwarves is the best choice.
Just as Magni was about to beg his grandfather to kneel down and ask his grandmother to help him, Duke agreed, and he was overjoyed on the spot!
"Oh oh oh oh - dear Duke, you are indeed our dwarfs' forever good brother -" The shameless Magni jumped up with an Intercept, opened his big stinky mouth, with his prickly beard, and kissed him fiercely.
"Get out of here - I'm not interested in men -" Duke tried hard to resist, but all the bastard warriors were bastards with explosive muscles. How could a wizard like Duke possibly resist!
"Help—"
"Is there anyone coming to rescue me?"
"Who can help me get rid of this guy!?"
However, no one responded to the cries of Duke, the weak boy.
The guys around him were usually so friendly, but no one came to the rescue at the critical moment. Even Duke's own woman laughed heartlessly.
Damn it! The world is so cold and indifferent!
In the end, Duke was "ravaged" and kissed by Magni's bastard beard. Hehehe! Just like being licked by some unlovable hellish pet.
In fact, the secondary quenching was simpler than Duke imagined. When Magni took out the Hand of Sulfuras Ragnaros to forge iron, those unfavorable probabilities were completely eliminated.
Most of the heroes secretly returned to Stormwind City to rest.
Only Duke and a few of his women were left to accompany Duke. They watched Magni hammering Duke's sword "Gandalf" from afar, while chatting with Duke about random things.
The Ice Shield that Duke activated completely isolated the violent burning sensation. Inside the shield, it was as if they were two different worlds.
Alleria rarely put on a pure white dress and walked down the passage with her skirt lifted. After all, this was still the Molten Core area, and if she didn't want her skirt to be damaged by the hot stones on the ground, she could only walk carefully. Alleria, dressed like a noblewoman, didn't look like the heroic female ranger at all.
The scorching light emitted by the magma shone on Alleria, and the fiery red light almost turned her skirt red.
"Huh? Why are you suddenly interested in wearing this?" Duke smiled.
"I won't be going to attack Nefarian for a while anyway, so why not take advantage of this rare free time to dress up a bit?"
"Okay! Of course!" Duke gently hugged the female ranger's soft and elastic waist, letting Alleria sit sideways on his thighs. Duke leaned over and took a deep breath of his lover's body fragrance: "Hmm, it smells so good!"
"What, you've been sniffing for more than ten years, and it's still not enough?" When she wasn't fighting, Alleria was an absolute noble ms.. At first glance, she looked more like a high elf noble than a ranger.
"Not enough! Of course not! I want to keep sniffing it for the rest of my life." Duke deliberately scraped his slightly stubbled chin against Alleria's smooth and white neck, causing the female ranger to gasp.
"Ah! Damn, it's so itchy."
"Pull, Pull!" Unable to hold back any longer, Duke gently licked Alleria twice more.
"I'm warning you! I won't mess around with you in front of outsiders."
"Ugh!" Duke had to suppress the violent thoughts of Duke's Sword.
"Duke, you've changed a bit."
"Um?"
"When I knew you before, I always felt that although you had unparalleled vision and foresight, you were always chased by something terrible, and you pushed yourself desperately, refusing to stop for a moment. Now, I understand your concerns to some extent. The Burning Legion is indeed a very terrifying existence... But I always feel that you are relieved."
Duke gently intertwined his left hand with Alleria's right hand and held them together. "That's because I have foreseen many tragedies... Fortunately, with our efforts, many tragedies have been avoided. That's why the Alliance has the confidence it has today."
Duke looked around, and every woman who was chatting with her sisters smiled at his gaze.
yes!
Without his and everyone else's efforts, many of the women here would have died tragically.
Alleria will disappear.
Sylvanas will become the Forsaken Queen.
Ilucia will become a ghost and wander around the Scholomance.
Calia would go into seclusion because of her heartbreak.
Jaina will become the 'scumbag' that the world curses.
In the original history, the only ones who still had a good reputation were probably Calia, Tyrande and Vereesa.
"Duke..." Alleria suddenly leaned close to Duke's ear and whispered in the language of the wind: "Do you want to consider having a child?"
"Uh..." Duke was a little confused.
At this moment, Magni suddenly shouted loudly: "Hahaha! It's done! The new sword!"
Magni held aloft a strange long sword.
Not only Duke, even the knowledgeable Tyrande had never seen such a strange sword.
Before, Duke's Gandalf was a pure sacred sword, but now the sword has obviously mutated——
Intense, fiery fireworks danced lightly around the sword. The originally slender sword became much thicker and turned into a slender spiral, looking like a very tall nail.
However, on the circles of threads, there was a circle of holiness and a circle of darkness. The two forces appeared alternately and harmoniously on the sword, leaving the women stunned.
"This is..." Alleria was a little confused.
The elves' sensitivity to magic made the three Windrunner sisters, including her, clearly feel the light that drove away evil and the slightly extreme sense of oppression.
"Sure enough..." Tyrande held her face and sighed. This scene reminded her of Duke's misfortune in the War of the Ancients - pretending to be a void lord, but bringing disaster to her.
Magni laughed: "Don't look at me! I tried my best to expand the sword's potential based on the soul mark Duke left on it, and it eventually became like this."
Duke walked forward slowly and gently grasped the hilt of the sword. A warm and familiar feeling came from the palm of his hand. His thoughts naturally extended from the palm of his hand to the sword.
Suddenly, all kinds of things from the past came to my mind unconsciously.
Since crossing over, he has been constantly killing evil beings: he pierced Medivh who was possessed by Sargeras, stabbed Archimonde who was climbing the World Tree, and pierced Ragnaros' throat...
The ultimate embodiment of various last-minute fatal sniper kills is this spiral sword.
A divine sword born for assassination!
On the other hand, Duke has never been an absolute light bringer.
With a heart of light, but not minding doing things of shadow, for the future of Azeroth.
Where there is light, there is darkness!
There is no absolute dividing line, nor is there absolute good or evil!
This new sword, powered by magic, embodies Duke's qualities very well.
Magni clapped his hands and said, "Hey, Duke, I sensed that the name of this sword should be Edmund's Song of Light and Darkness, but I don't know if I am mistaken. I think this strange sword should have a hidden name. However, knowing this name should be your privilege as the sword's owner."
Duke's cheek muscles twitched.
The data pouring down on his retina had already told him the truth of the matter.
That's right, he knew the name and data of this sword.
"Do you think that with a master who keeps losing and picking up moral integrity, the sword would have a high-end, elegant and artistic name like Edmund's Song of Light and Darkness? Of course not, the sword's real name is Duke's Morality!"
When Duke saw the first line of words, he wanted to spit blood onto the screen.
"Duke's Morality, a second-tier divine sword (its growth limit is the ninth tier): a divine sword that was split from the legendary ninth-tier divine sword Quel'Zalaam, originally a sword of absolute light and absolute goodness. However, due to differences in the ideas of the previous owner, Anduin Lothar, it was split into two swords. The main sword inherited by Turalyon inherited absolute light and justice. The secondary sword owned by Duke further transformed according to the will and soul of its owner Duke. It became a special divine sword that is completely different from its predecessor."
"Duke's Morality: Attack power 1-999, each attack has 220 points of additional fire damage. One-handed long sword, Edmund Duke soul bound."
"Duke's MoralitySpecial Effect 1Demon Slayer: As the master of the divine sword, you are the most powerful demon slayer and evil nemesis in the world, and you have destroyed billions of evil beings. The weaknesses of evil demons are no secret to you. When facing demons and evil creatures, the attack power increases by 1000%, and the holder of the divine sword will become the enemy of all evil demons."
"Duke's MoralitySpecial Effect 2Male Public Enemy: You are the first target of evil warriors such as Sargeras, Kil'jaeden, Arthas, and Illidan. When they see you, they will easily lose their minds and reveal their flaws. When targeting the above (unlimited) male evil warriors, your attack power will increase by 300%."
"Duke's MoralitySpecial Effect 3Soul Torment: Both light and shadow are your weapons. When your morality is gone, as the owner of this artifact, you can increase the effect of shadow magic such as Mind Blast and Mind Whiplash by 500%."
"The magic power supply of Duke's Morality is not perfect. If it can absorb more elemental divinity, the power of the sword will increase significantly."
Duke held this somewhat strange and unconventional artifact sword in his hand and couldn't help but mutter, should he just ask Alleria to borrow a bow when he wants to lose his moral integrity, and then shoot the sword as a bow and arrow?
"Wow! What a beautiful sword!" Vereesa's eyes were full of stars.
"Can I touch it?" Calia asked in a low voice. After getting Duke's consent, she reached out and stroked the blunt sword as if she was touching a work of art.
"Chirp." Tyrande looked left and right. Even though she was knowledgeable, she had never seen such a special sword with three attributes.
Then, the black dragon mount standing aside felt itchy and reached out to lightly touch the sword's hilt, and was immediately shot.
"Ah--" Onyxia screamed, and passed out in pain with a hint of joy. Her whole body twitched slightly, and she knelt on the ground in an extremely indecent ORZ posture, with some white foam coming out of her mouth.
"Ah! What's going on with her..." Calia didn't understand why she was fine when she touched her, but Onyxia fell down when she touched her.
Duke held his forehead and said, "Idiot! She is still evil and dares to touch the Sword of the Evil Slayer. It's a blessing that she is not dead. Leave her alone!"
Now that we have gained enough benefits from Molten Core, the next step is to find a black dragon prince to sacrifice.
Duke didn't expect that Nefarian was more anxious than he thought.
Almost at the same moment when Ragnaros was killed, hundreds of huge dragon beasts appeared in the Burning Plains and the Scorching Gorge.
These dragon beasts, which had a terrifying human body, a dragon head, and held strange huge double-headed scimitars, attracted the attention of the Alliance army as soon as they appeared.
"Bomb them!" the Alliance's dwarf commanders didn't care at first.
In this world, apart from fire creatures, there is nothing that cannot be killed by a single Cannon shot.
If so, two shots!
The dwarf gunners believed this and acted accordingly.
But after a round of earth-shattering artillery fire, except for the red dragon beast that fell, the dragon beasts of other colors did not stop, waving their huge weapons without any damage, and rushed towards the Alliance army...
What made the dwarf gunners even more devastated was that the red dragon beast that seemed to have been killed just now suddenly jumped up and charged even faster than before, even faster than its companions of other colors.
Just as the dwarf commander was preparing for a second round of exploratory shooting, new orders came.
"Prince Brian has ordered that the enemy has a great damage reduction feature, and ordered us to adopt the number four formation and retreat immediately!"
"Retreat!? And in formation number four?" The grumpy dwarf commander was filled with indignation.
But orders are orders. If he is not convinced, he can even beat Brian up in the headquarters. At least at this moment, he must follow the order.
Duke spent twenty years building the Alliance, and had already made the Alliance's military discipline into an iron army in the form of the Celestial Empire. Within the scope of the commander, he could freely display his wisdom and command art, but the general principles must be strictly followed.
The dwarf commander waved his hand, and no matter how reluctant they were, the tank soldiers below had to surround the large number of heavy steam tanks into long battle lines, then jump off the vehicles and get on the faster and lighter steam armored vehicles to escape.
Not only that, dwarf soldiers and some professionals quickly set up layers of delay defenses, such as sticky grease, flame belts, and frost traps.
When the front line was evacuated, the commander finally saw the terrifying dragon beasts through the telescope. They were three or four stories tall, and it was obvious at a glance that they were extremely powerful.
The steam tanks that were nearly two stories high were easily overturned by them, and the inferior cast iron guardrails that were in the way were cut open by the huge double-headed crescent-shaped swords like cutting butter.
What's even more terrifying is that these strange dragon beasts are almost invulnerable to water and fire.
Blazing flames, extreme cold, mysterious magic...at least at first glance, there's nothing that seems to be particularly effective against these guys.
In the command center, Brian Bronzebeard looked at the front-line images transmitted by the magic mirror and shouted, "Damn it! Is this Nefarian's gift package? Duke was right to keep an eye on that guy!"
Captain Blackwell expressed his concerns: "What should we do? The king and the Alliance warriors have not yet completed the battle of Molten Core. We lack the strongest force..."
Brian turned his head, stroked his beard, and gave a mysterious smile: "Captain, perform your duties. What you were worried about yesterday no longer exists."
"What!?" The entire northern front command center was suddenly filled with an atmosphere of ecstasy.
"Hahaha! I knew they wouldn't let us down!"
"Long live the Alliance!" The dwarves were straightforward and a little noisy. If they were not facing a powerful enemy, these guys would probably immediately take out the flat metal wine bottles hidden on their bodies and drink a few gulps on the spot.
Dwarves can hide secrets, but only real secrets. Although Brian claims to keep secrets, these secrets are actually no longer secrets. These big-mouthed middle-level commanders easily infect their subordinates with their optimism.
"What? Defeated? No! We are just making a strategic retreat. When our king comes back with the Balrog's hammer, we can teach these damn dragon beasts a lesson. Oh! Did I let something slip just now? No, I didn't say anything! Hehehe!"
With Brian taking the lead, all the commanders below passed on their orders, with a look of "you know what I mean". As a result, even if they were defeated and retreated, the Northern Alliance Army, with the dwarves as the core, still held their heads high.
This scene was fed back to Nefarian, leaving him puzzled.
"In just twenty years, has the Alliance grown into such a terrifying behemoth?"
But if you think about it, it seems reasonable.
When the Alliance was at its most desperate, the capitals of several kingdoms fell. Even Lordaeron, the leader of the Alliance, was destroyed during the Scourge.
However, under Duke's command and leadership, the Alliance rose again and eliminated all evil forces from the continent of Lordaeron in one fell swoop.
Even when veterans of the Alliance were bragging to each other, they boasted that "a war that does not destroy two kingdoms cannot be called a war."
After experiencing several destructions and rebirths, the will and resilience of the Alliance's soldiers and civilians have been formed through countless trials and tribulations.
In Stormwind City, Duke received intelligence from the front line on the terrace of the Duke's Mansion and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Am I still too cautious?" Duke suddenly smiled bitterly.
"the Alliance is no longer the Alliance of twenty years ago. The current Alliance is definitely stronger than you think. I am even willing to believe that even if our group of heroes is wiped out this time, the Alliance will not be completely defeated. More heroes will be born, carrying the banner we left behind and carrying on the future!" Alleria sat on the carved iron railing of the terrace, swaying as if she used the railing as a swing.
Several times she swayed almost parallel to the ground, but even so, thanks to her excellent balance ability and waist and abdominal strength that was unimaginable to others, she did not fall.
Duke nodded in response to his lover's comfort, "Yes! Wait until Magni and Gavinrad are ready, take the two artifacts and raid Nefarian's lair."
Although Magni's Balrog Hammer can be used now, it has not been adjusted yet. After all, it was originally a warhammer used by the Fire Elemental Lord. To adjust it so that it can be used by mortals, a large amount of Sulfuron Iron Ingots is needed to modify and transform it.
Gavinrad's wind sword was more troublesome. Following the guidance of the ancient soul attached to the Imprisoned Skull of the Wind Seeker, Gavinrad was almost running his legs off because he had to cross half the planet to Silithus on the Kalimdor continent. Fortunately, there is a fixed portal in Theramore now, otherwise he would have been exhausted just by taking the boat.
"Duke, aren't you worried that Nefarian will notice your delay?"
Duke waved his hand: "It's okay! Although the black Dragonflight loves to play tricks, after betraying Neltharion and Onyxia, Nefarian will probably give up this idea. And he is very different from other black dragons."
"Um?"
"He is the only 'science geek' in the Black Dragonflight!"
"Science nerd?"
When Duke managed to explain to Alleria what a geek was, Alleria smiled brightly.
After finally stopping laughing, Alleria suddenly turned around, and one of her long white legs turned around. Her flexible toes touched Duke's leg, and like a little person taking steps, she moved closer to Duke's thigh one finger at a time.
"By the way, Duke, it seems like we haven't... practiced sword fighting for a long time! Are you interested now?"
Duke raised his head slightly, looking at the peaks of Hyjal, which were considered fouls by both elven and human standards, then looked at the flexible waist and long legs that occupied half of his vision, and swallowed.
"Practice! You must practice! Practice to death! Humph! Alleria, you are looking for death! How dare you face the might of Duke's sword alone?"
"Hmph! Who's afraid of who?" Alleria's face was flushed with an alluring blush.
"Uh-huh!"
Swords flashed everywhere, and the result of the battle was naturally Alleria's defeat.
With the blessing of the Red Dragon Queen, Duke is invincible. The only question is when Alleria will be defeated.
Alleria held out unexpectedly for a long time, but was ultimately defeated.
"No! No! Please spare me - let me go -" Alleria cried.
"Hehe! Don't losers allow the winner to do whatever he wants?" Duke grinned.
"No! No! That's enough! You don't want me to be scared when I see you in the future..." Alleria resisted cunningly and indirectly.
Uh, this...
Duke really didn't want Alleria to develop a phobia of swordplay, so he could only speed up his final blow and then hug her warmly.
"Alleria! Do you really want a child?" Duke gently played with the brilliant golden hair.
"Yeah. But let it be." Alleria gently stroked Duke's big hand, feeling relieved. "It feels wonderful! I used to want to shoot every orc and troll to death, but now I'm a little used to fighting side by side with the heroes of the Horde."
Duke couldn't help but be a little speechless, and laughed after a while: "If Thrall had always been the chief of the Horde, and if there was enough external pressure... maybe there would really be a chance for the Alliance and the Horde to peacefully unite..."
Although Duke himself finds it hard to believe that day will come, it is at least a possible way. Now that the enemy is at hand, Duke does not mind giving the Horde some benefits in a fair and just manner, and it is not without attempts in this regard.
"Even though the Alliance and the Horde have such a grudge?"
"Hehe, it's not surprising. When that day comes, Thrall will make a wise choice."
"What if Thrall wasn't the Warchief, and the Horde hated the Alliance?"
"Haha. In this world, besides equal union, there is also a kind of fusion relationship called conquest."
Duke's gaze seemed to cross the distant starry sky, through endless distance and time, and fall on the earth's celestial palace.
The Han people were originally just a small tribe, guarding a pitiful few hundred square kilometers of land. It took them thousands of years to become the great country they are today. Was it just by talking nonsense?
Stop kidding!
Military conquest and national integration are universal laws that apply throughout the world and even the entire multiverse from ancient times to the present.
If the orc-dominated tribes had won the first and second Dark Gate battles, then the ones shouting "Never be slaves" would have become humans, dwarves, and elves.
the Horde is now forced to cross the sea and guard the most barren land. This predicament is just the responsibility and consequence that it must bear after the failure of the invasion.
Whether the Alliance will take the initiative to attack the Horde in the future depends on the power ratio between the Alliance and the Horde, and who is the leader of the Horde. The key is timing.
If the Horde is strong enough and a powerful enemy is approaching, starting a war between the Alliance and the Horde without authorization at this time is tantamount to digging one's own grave.
If the Alliance has completely overwhelmed the Horde, and it happens to be during the gap between the two major wars in history, and if the one who has the final say in the Horde is no longer Thrall but the idiot Roar, Duke will have to give it a try no matter what.
Duke didn't know that at this moment, something big was happening in the Horde.
Taking advantage of the gap between conquering Molten Core and attacking Blackwing Lair, Grom and his companions returned to the Horde.
The warriors of the Horde always admire the strong. When they learned that Grom and his men had dealt with the ancient elemental demigod, Ragnaros, the Firelord, they gave them overwhelming praise. Even the death of 3,000 elite soldiers was greatly downplayed.
In Orgrimmar, the orcs rushed to see Grom and his trophies - the pure-blooded fire eagles and the small core hounds.
Of course, the warriors were more envious of the new epic equipment on Varok and others.
"What a remarkable achievement, it can even be compared to our ancestors taming war wolves from the wilderness."
"Those alliances don't look too bad!"
"the Alliance also promised to help us kill the traitorous Blackhand brothers?"
Heated discussions were even heard among the guards on duty beside Thrall.
Thrall suddenly turned around and asked, "Vol'jin! What do you think of the current Alliance?"
Vol'jin stroked his long fangs and said, "It's fair, just, and more generous. It's very different from the Alliance you described."
Thrall emphasized: "I didn't lie to you."
Vol'jin nodded. "I know. Even Duke himself admitted that during the period when King Terenas led the Alliance, the Alliance made many mistakes and lacked true justice and fairness."
Thrall sighed deeply: "If the Alliance had not made mistakes, the Horde would never have had the opportunity to rise."
This is what worries Thrall the most.
"As long as there are powerful external enemies, the Alliance will not dare to attack the Horde." Vol'jin reminded tactfully.
"Yes! War is opportunity!"
Peaceful coexistence only exists when the external enemy is stronger or the strength of both sides is similar. Once the balance of power is unbalanced, it is definitely the weaker party that suffers.
Originally, crossing to Kalimdor was a good move. It directly avoided the Eastern Kingdom continent where the Alliance was the strongest, avoided direct conflict with the Alliance, and gave the Horde a wide space to recuperate.
As long as we encourage childbirth and technological development, once a new generation of tribes grows up, it may be possible for the Hordes and the Alliance to fight each other.
Unfortunately, the timing is bad.
The conflict between the Horde and the Night Elves, coupled with the heavy losses in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, caused the Night Elves to directly turn to the Alliance. Now the Night Elves' territory and Theramore clamp down on Orgrimmar from the north and south, which makes the Horde very uncomfortable.
Thrall said solemnly: "Vo'jin, I want to introduce you to a very important guest. I am inclined to let him and his race join the Horde."
"I'll go gather the chiefs." Vol'jin stood up from his seat.
"Wait! Don't call Grom and Cain yet. They are... too straightforward. I want to hear your opinion first."
Vol'jin half-closed his eyes. He suddenly thought of something, but finally bowed deeply: "I will follow your orders, Warchief."
Rarely, Thrall did not meet the mysterious guest in the Valley of Heroes, but took Vol'jin through many twists and turns to a cellar deep beneath the city of Orgrimmar.
Vol'jin noticed that those guarding the cellar were all Thrall's personal guards.
As he opened the door and entered the cave, Vol'jin's heart began to beat wildly.
He knew why.
"Hello! Chief Vol'jin, I am Anasterian Sunstrider, the former king of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas and now the leader of the Forsaken."
If the appearance of the previous Elf King wasn't particularly surprising, the existence of this other one was simply shocking.
"I'm sorry, if possible, I don't want to meet in this way, but for the future of the Horde, I accept my new destiny." The speaker was the former chieftain of the Horde - Orgrim!
He is standing here as an immortal.
Vol'jin's face turned pale in an instant, and he trembled: "You are blaspheming the dead!"
In the face of Vol'jin's accusations, Thrall remained silent.
Anasterian's pale face showed a strange twist, which should be a sneer: "Profaning the dead? Haha!"
"That's enough, Anasterian! If you still want you and your bones to join the Horde, then shut up!"
Faced with the roar of Orgrim, who theoretically should be his subordinate, the former Sun King was furious for a moment, but eventually he remained silent with an angry expression.
Orgrim turned his head, his face pale in the light of the torch, symbolizing death:
"Although I don't know whether the Death Knight is an invention of the Horde, when the Horde suffered heavy losses and was in urgent need of combat power, it was indeed me, as the Warchief at the time, who accepted multiple races into the Horde. For example, the Death Knight and the Troll were all products of that time. If the Death Knight is a blasphemy, then I will bear this sin."
Thrall clenched his fists, he was in a difficult situation too.
As a living person, as a new shaman who began to believe in the way of nature, Thrall instinctively hated the existence of the undead. Although the guy in front of him was said to be a new species that had broken free from the constraints of the Lich King's consciousness, in front of the shaman, they were all the same.
Just as he didn't see any difference between the so-called high elves and blood elves.
If it was any other messenger, Thrall would have used Doomhammer to teach him a lesson. But that was Orgrim!
His mentor!
His guide!
His father's friend!
His half father!
Even the Doomhammer in his hand was given by Orgrim! Even the new main city of the Horde was named after Orgrim!
The symbolic significance of Orgrim to the Horde is undoubtedly as great as the sky.
It was precisely such an existence that gave up the eternal sleep in the kingdom of the dead and stood up again for the future of the Horde.
How could Thrall refuse this?
Vol'jin took a deep breath. He knew all of this, so he felt particularly heavy. He turned around and saluted Thrall with his hand on his chest. "This concerns the orcs and even the heritage of the Horde. I can only say that the warchief should consider the consequences of allowing the Forsaken to join the Horde. It's not just the boundary between life and death, but also external factors."
Vol'jin spoke cryptically, but everyone could understand that he was referring to the Alliance.
That's right, now the Alliance seems to be in great trouble—the Fire Demon King and the Black Dragon King are causing chaos at the same time.
But from the news reported, Duke is organizing a group of heroes to strangle him step by step in a planned way. The clone of the Fire Lord has fallen, and it will be impossible for him to come out and wander around for more than ten years. Only Nefarian is left.
If Duke had not killed Nefarian and subdued Onyxia, perhaps Thrall would still have hoped for Nefarian's success.
The problem is that Duke's brilliant record is just short of having the words "Black Dragon Nemesis" engraved on his forehead. And the betrayal of the Blackhand brothers forced Thrall to invest more powerful men and troops, otherwise the foundation of the Horde's rule would be shaken.
The first attack has failed, and the power of the Alliance is indispensable to kill the traitor.
If the Alliance knew that they were accepting the Forsaken into the Horde, who knows what kind of extreme reaction the Alliance would make. You know, the Sin'dorei Empire of the Alliance regarded Anasterian as a traitor and would not stop until the former king was destroyed.
the Alliance also has little chance of reconciling with the Forsaken, as the new Sin'dorei Queen Sylvanas and the other two Windrunners are all Duke's women.
There is no way to untie this knot.
Even if the Alliance suppresses the news, it does not mean that they will not retaliate later. The revenge of the Alliance is still not something the Horde can bear.
Apparently Anasterian also knew this, which is why he has this very important bargaining chip now.
The Sun King saw the hesitation of Thrall and Vol'jin. He stepped forward and bowed. "The Forsaken do not need the public support of the Horde. If the Alliance attacks our territory, we do not need the Horde's reinforcements. We only need a promise from the Warchief. If the Horde is in dire straits, please allow the Forsaken to support the Horde."
Wow!
One-sided assistance!
What a great sentiment!
What a heavy weight!
It sounded like even Thrall couldn't help being moved.
Only Vol'jin could sense something different: "Wait! Warchief, did they tell you how many Horde chieftains the Forsaken resurrected?"
Thrall was still too young. The resurrection of Orgrim had already shocked him and made him confused. Now that Vol'jin had woken him up, Thrall immediately realized that there must be quite a few powerful people from the Horde who had joined the Forsaken, so that they could persuade Anasterian, the leader, to make such a huge concession.
When Thrall turned around, he saw Orgrim sighing deeply, and then Anasterian showing a victorious expression.
Orgrim: "Speak!"
The former Sun King smiled with a shrewd smile: "Samuro, Kilrogg, Zuluhed..."
Yes! That's right! Almost all the tribal chieftains who died in the First and Second World Wars, except Blackhand, were resurrected as undead by Anasterian.
Not only that, he also added an equally important chip: "In fact, I also found the Twilight Hammer clan. Archmage Cho'gall has two thousand two-headed ogre mages under his command."
Thrall and Vol'jin's eyelids were twitching.
Mage!
That's the mage that the Horde lacks the most and needs the most!
Especially Vol'jin, as a troll himself, he knew too well how vulnerable trolls without mysterious powers were to the destructive power of magic.
No matter how brave the tribal warriors are, can they withstand the overwhelming artillery and magic coverage?
Moreover, after a series of wars, the orc population has not exceeded 200,000. The entire tribe, including the tauren, trolls and goblins, is only 500,000 people. Compared with the Alliance's population of tens of millions and its military strength of millions, this is simply disproportionate.
Rather than saying that the Forsaken need the Horde's protection, it would be more accurate to say that the Horde desires the Forsaken's spellcasters more.
No matter what, the combat power bonus brought by the archmages of the Silvermoon Council and the two-headed ogre mages was urgently needed by the Horde.
Orgrim walked up to Thrall and put his hand on Thrall's shoulder. His hand, which was once hot, was now cold and stiff. "I am helpless in handing over such a mess to you. But I still hope that the Horde will be an independent tribe, not a puppet of the Alliance. Let us be the secret backing of the Horde now. If it really doesn't work, we will fight to the death with the Alliance."
Kruger Skullcrusher was once a brave orc warrior of the Blackrock clan. Twenty years ago, he responded to the call of Warchief Blackhand, crossed the void from Draenor to Azeroth, and participated in several of the most brutal wars.
He personally participated in the most terrifying naval battle of Baradin Gulf, the retreat of Southshore, the Battle of Aerie Mountain, the Battle of Eversong Woods, the Battle of Alterac, the Battle of Lordaeron Capital, and the Battle of Blackrock Mountain that saddened all orcs.
Then he was taken prisoner.
After a series of wars, the Blackrock Clan went from being the most glorious orc clan to the most marginalized small clan.
It was because of the decline of the Blackrock Clan and its former glory that he was maliciously appointed by scheming humans as a slave foreman to watch over his compatriots in the internment camp of Castle Goholde.
The orc foreman in the slave camp is definitely a position where he is neither a human nor a human. He is destined to be hated by his own compatriots and threatened by scheming humans.
"If you don't do it, I will kill 10 of your compatriots first, and then tell them that it was you who proposed the killing."
I have given a lot to my compatriots, but I am not understood or recognized.
Kruger didn't know how he got through those fifteen years.
As Thrall liberated the orcs of Goholde, he also fled to Orgrimmar with his compatriots. But because he had helped humans punish his compatriots, because of this resentment, he has been excluded and isolated...
At the beginning of the 21st year of the Dark Portal, with the open rebellion of the Blackhand brothers from the Blackrock Clan, Rend and Maim, even big figures from the Blackhand Clan like Varok Saurfang were affected and questioned a lot, not to mention small figures like Kruger.
This was the eighth time he had been beaten since that incident.
When he was young, he could easily knock down ten of the brats who beat him today. Unfortunately, he was no longer young, and the torture he endured when the demon blood faded also exhausted his body's vitality and his courage.
He was angry! He roared! He was unwilling! He was indignant!
But so what? No matter how just a leader is, it is impossible for him to extend his favor to every corner of the Horde.
The bullying continues.
At this time, a ghostly female figure came to him while he was sleeping...
"Kruger, are you resentful? Are you angry? Don't you want to take revenge on those blind guys? If you hadn't protected them back then, they would have died long ago."
"Hate! Of course I hate it!" Kruger answered subconsciously in confusion.
"Now you have a chance...you just need to do this...this way..."
"No! I will not betray my people!"
"Betrayal? No! This is not betrayal. This is just to prevent the undead who desecrated the glory of the Horde from reaching out their evil hands to the Horde again and bewitching your great leader, Thrall."
"I...I agree..."
"Go ahead and put this thing in these places..."
"good..."
At Edmund Duke's palace in Stormwind, Duke received news of Anasterian's secret visit to Orgrimmar.
That's right, it was Onyxia sent by Duke who hypnotized and induced Kruger to break his skull. The black dragon princess failed to successfully start a rebellion in Stormwind City, but Duke took a fancy to her quality and ability and sent her to harm the Horde.
From the beginning, Duke did not think that Anasterian was a person who would wait for destruction obediently. To some extent, the Alliance between the Forsaken and the Horde was more like the general trend.
So Duke also made arrangements for the backup plan early on, but Onyxia's joining his team made it more convenient for him.
Duke placed something very clever in Orgrimmar, a magical item Duke named the Strong Sensing Device. It does not emit any magical fluctuations, but only records all magical fluctuations like a recorder, and transmits signals on a specific channel at irregular intervals.
No one except the system AI can interpret these signals.
After analysis, the system AI almost immediately analyzed that Anasterian was in Orgrimmar. Because when the Sun King fell, all his magic fluctuations, soul characteristics and other data were recorded.
Once compared, the result will come out immediately.
The only thing that surprised Duke was the judgment given by the system——
"A Death Knight version of Orgrim?"
Duke gritted his teeth at the news.
The human-shaped Onyxia swayed her sexy and charming figure while reminding Duke: "Although the master's device is very clever, the orcs are too clumsy. He placed several of the sensor devices in very bad locations."
"Oh, really?" Duke continued to explore the dragon cave and laughed, "He's just a cover. It's better if Thrall finds that thing anyway."
"Oh!?" Onyxia's black eyes suddenly lit up. She suppressed her senses and pricked up her ears to listen to Duke's next words.
"Guess where my real bug is?"
"In that shipment of lumber you sent to the Horde?"
"No!" Duke smiled and shook his head: "In the huge trees that Thrall asked the Warsong Clan to steal from Ashenvale with great effort."
"Okay! I finally understand why I failed before." Onyxia was convinced.
She thought her previous scheme was unparalleled, but who would have thought that even ten of her could not match Duke's cunning. (Of course, the key is the bonus of being a time traveler.)
Is there anything that would give you a greater sense of accomplishment and be more trustworthy than stealing something from your enemies after going through untold hardships?
No tribe would have thought that in the main buildings of Orgrimmar, every beam and every main pillar had something sealed inside using the druid's birth-inducing spell!
Onyxia suddenly felt her body getting even hotter.
"As expected of my master! Your fighting ability is stronger than mine! Even your strategies are superior to mine. Hahaha! You are indeed my destined conqueror!"
While Duke was using the dragon whip to tame Onyxia on a regular basis, Varok Saurfang approached Thrall.
"Warchief, I think you should come and see this."
Looking at the mysterious thing handed over by Varok, which looked like a small stone but turned out to be extremely exquisite when opened, Thrall frowned and called Vol'jin.
A moment.
"Vol'jin, what do you think?"
"Warchief, first of all, what is the opinion of the warlock?"
"It's a very sophisticated magic eavesdropping device. They are 100% sure that it is a human magic formula." Thrall narrowed his eyes.
"Alliance...? That's indeed an unsurprising answer." Vol'jin pondered.
"Why, what else did you see?"
"No! Not from the Alliance. You see, although this thing is exquisite, it has too many meaningless parts."
Vol'jin continued: "Although I don't know magic, my people have also made great research on magic."
The arrival of the Darkspear trolls to the continent of Kalimdor also marked a new beginning. After suffering enough losses during the Troll Empire, the trolls finally entered the field of magic.
After five years, there are already quite a few low-level giant magicians.
Likewise, trolls are a good match for shamans.
Warjin's words convinced Thrall.
"Go on."
"Yes, Warchief." Vol'jin reminded, "I wonder if you have noticed that, under the promotion of Edmund Duke, the Alliance is showing a model of mass production. As long as the required quantity exceeds one hundred, they will start something called a 'mold' to reduce the production cost."
Thrall and Varok nodded simultaneously.
They had seen the Alliance's standard weapons. The Horde also wanted to learn, but this required a complete industrial system as a foundation. The goblin trade princes were particularly stingy, and every time they talked about these things, they would give in step by step, like squeezing toothpaste, which made Thrall a little annoyed.
The topic returned to the origin. Vol'jin held up three almost identical eavesdropping devices in his hand and said, "I have reason to believe that there are definitely hundreds of these things in Orgrimmar. But have you noticed that these things are all handmade and too complicated? Even to me, an outsider, many parts are just for decoration. I once accidentally heard Duke instruct his men to make weapons and said, 'If you use 11 parts to make a part that can be made with 10, it's a sin!'"
When Vol'jin said this, the answer was obvious.
This is a good thing done by a force that does not have a complete industrial system and wants to alienate the relationship between the Alliance and the Horde.
"Asshole! I'm going to..." Varok was furious.
Unexpectedly, he was held down by Thrall's big hand: "Don't go, it's meaningless! And we don't have many choices."
If the Horde wants to achieve a relative balance of power with the Alliance, it is imperative to add a new force that is mainly based on magic.
Thrall suddenly understood why Orgrim chose to believe Gul'dan even though he knew it was not a good idea to let the Death Knight join the Horde - because Orgrim had no choice!
The Blackrock Clan had been severely damaged at that time, and as the chieftain, he had to find more combat power to fill the gap caused by the casualties.
In a sense, this is like drinking poison to quench thirst.
Even though he knew the wine was probably poison, he had to drink it in order to avoid dying of thirst.
Thrall felt that his role as the chieftain was really aggrieved.
On the other side, Duke was laughing heartily.
Because, he saw a look in Onyxia's eyes that he had never seen before - admiration.
Well, it's really fulfilling to train a rebellious female black dragon with a head full of bad ideas!
However, Duke's attention was now drawn to something else.
"Boss, boss! It's done!" In the middle of the night, Gavinrad came to the door happily.
If Duke hadn't just tamed his dragon, he would probably have slapped him against the wall, making it impossible for him to get off.
All right! Since the Wind Sword is the first divine weapon in this guy's life, I'll just bear with it!
Of course, there is a more important reason - Nefarian's dragon beasts have appeared in the territory near Loch Modan.
While Duke seemed to be chatting and laughing, riding his mount when he had something to do and riding his mount when he had nothing to do, the battle situation north of the Burning Canyon had become a little corrupt.
In order to prevent the dragon beasts from invading Dun Morogh directly, Brian Bronzebeard had to blow up the huge tunnel of Stone Dam Pass. The dragon beasts that continued to invade took a detour through the Badlands to attack the dwarf territory of Loch Modan.
Although Magni had secretly ordered the evacuation of the dwarven civilians in Loch Modan, Duke would not be in a good mood if Loch Modan, which had just recovered after Second War, was destroyed by war again.
Not only that, the dragon beast army also began to press forward from the Burning Plains to the Redridge Mountain defense line.
Without an effective method, the Red Ridge Mountains cannot be defended.
The easiest way to stop Nefarian's dragon beast army is to give the dragon beasts a head-on blow.
This is very troublesome.
If Duke's memory is correct, the black dragon scientist Nefarian designed a very disgusting characteristic for these dragon beasts.
They are basically immune to physical attacks and most types of magic. Only certain elements can cause double damage to them.
If the dragon beasts are weak in the major systems of fire, frost, and arcane, then of course it is easy to deal with them. After focusing on training mages, the talent after the reconstruction of Dalaran is almost a blowout.
However, the fear is that Nefarian has mixed in a lot of dragon beasts whose weaknesses are natural.
"The three gate gods are natural!" This was the slogan summed up after many people were wiped out in the game. Because in this era when the night elves had just joined the Alliance, the druids had not developed a strong enough balance magic.
At a time when the Alliance did not yet have Shamans, the Alliance generally lacked natural attack methods.
Duke knew very well how terrifying those dragon beasts were. What if he pulled a large army to fight against the dragon beasts head-on, and encountered a lot of dragon beasts that neither the magicians nor the warlocks could deal with? When the dragon beasts that even ten cows could not stop launched a violent attack on the magic group, then this day next year would be a day of mourning for the Alliance's magic professionals.
Duke needs an insurance policy!
"Gavinrad, are all the materials ready?"
"Ready!" Gavinrad said with a pained look.
Even though he was a general of the Alliance and the Duke of Stormwind Kingdom, he almost went bankrupt when he gathered all the materials.
Now, 21 years after Dark Portal, Arcanite Bars are extremely rare, not to mention that you need as many as 100 of them.
When Gavinrad ran to Silithus and found a guy named Demitrin and learned of the list of materials, he was devastated.
Fortunately, Duke was rich and gave him a hand, so he was able to gather all the materials.
Of course, the manufacture of the Wind Sword requires Elementium Ingots, and its basic material Elementium Ore was what Duke asked the administrator Exortus to trick from Nefarian before killing Ragnaros.
Source Ore was not an important thing to Nefarian. Although he was puzzled by Executus' request, he gave it to him in order to maintain this fragile alliance.
This is how the scene where Gavinrad used Arcanite Ingot and Elementium Ore to refine Elementium Ingot came about.
At daybreak, the mighty warriors of the Alliance gathered in the desert of Silithus, waiting for Gavinrad to summon Prince Sunderland the Windseeker.
Endless yellow sand and non-stop strong winds.
Standing on a sandstone peak in Silithus, Tyrande, standing next to Duke, gathered her long dark blue hair. Even so, she could not stop the strong wind from blowing her long hair like willow branches in the wind.
The few strands of silver hair on the forehead add a touch of mystery to the blue hair.
At this time, Gavinrad came to Duke happily, almost wagging his tail or something, "Boss, if I free the poor Prince of Wind, will he give me the artifact sword as a reward?"
Although Duke wanted to say 'yes', unfortunately he knew what would happen next.
"A lonely and tormented soul has been imprisoned for twenty-five thousand years. No one knows what will happen during this time. This is why I have gathered so many powerful people, just in case..."
Feeling the solemnity in Duke's words, Gavinrad also realized that what was to come might not be so beautiful: "Well, okay, if this is my fate, I'll accept it!"
Gavinrad's transformation from frivolous and cheerful to serious is so skillful. As expected, even Gavinrad, who seemed the most unreliable back then, has become mature!
Gavinrad turned around and ran down to prepare.
Suddenly, Tyrande's hand secretly held Duke's hand.
"Sorry, Duke, I suddenly remembered Illidan."
Although both Illidan and Prince Sunderland were deeply in love, it seems that neither of them had a good ending!
One was imprisoned for ten thousand years and then fell into the path of evil.
One was imprisoned for 25,000 years, and finally...
Tyrande didn't dare to imagine further, for fear that the scene would bring back sad memories.
She once sacrificed herself and burned herself to be with Duke, but she was shocked to find that the situation had reversed and the darkest evil might be the greatest light. When she finally thought that she had won and could enjoy this legendary happiness, she found that she had to face a separation of ten thousand years.
If it weren't for the busy clan affairs, she might have gone crazy long ago.
She really couldn't imagine what would become of Sunderland, whom she once loved so deeply.
"Duke! Hold me..." Tyrande murmured.
This has nothing to do with desire, it is purely a spiritual need.
Duke created an illusion of him and Tyrande, then gently hugged the high priestess who always appeared to be strong, holy, and otherworldly, and gently used his lips to moisten her heart, which was now as fragile as a candle flame swaying in the wind.
a long time.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes." Tyrande nodded: "But please don't leave us again. I hope you must remember that you are not fighting alone."
When Duke was walking down with Tyrande, they unknowingly found themselves surrounded by a large group of queens: Sylvanas, Calia, Ilucia, Jaina, and Windrunner's eldest and third sisters.
Perhaps with all kinds of thoughts, it is clear that everyone has the same goal - for the future of the Alliance, and for everyone's future...
On the specially selected open plain, the insect-like monsters that had been wandering around here had long been cleared out by the professional team of the Alliance.
Within a radius of ten miles, there was no one else except the powerful group of the Alliance.
Duke nodded to Gavinrad.
When Gavinrad brought the left and right halves of the Windseeker's Bound Skull and the Essence of the Fire Lord dug out from Ragnaros's clone and walked up to Demitrian, the old human who believed in Prince Sunderland, Demitrian burst into tears.
The gray-haired human fanatic fell to his knees, sobbing.
"Ah! You have recovered your master's cage!"
"It's the long-cherished wish of many generations... I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. My wish can finally come true."
"My master must be freed! Now! Immediately!"
Demitian's ecstasy was in stark contrast to the indifference of the powerful men around him.
Duke is very mysterious. He made it clear that everyone should prepare for a fight, and there is no way to escape from that fight.
Especially after General Shandris of Feathermoon secretly told everyone the story of Illidan, no one had any hope for Prince Sunderland anymore.
Everyone watched calmly as Demitian, a fanatic who worshipped the element of wind, chanted spells that outsiders did not understand and easily caused the atmosphere to vibrate.
"Bang!" It was as if a huge bomb exploded less than three meters above Demitian.
The smoke and dust that were stirred up spread out like a shock wave along with the strong wind.
"Bang——" Another shock wave. If the splashing liquid hits a person's eyes, it can definitely blind the person.
The one here is a powerful person who can easily knock down flying arrows in his prime.
Especially for the fully armed warriors and paladins standing in the front row, as long as they are careful not to let the stones hit their eyes, ordinary flying stones cannot hurt them at all.
Several thieves and rangers were even more exaggerated. With their super high agility and dynamic vision, most of them were swinging their daggers continuously, easily knocking away the incoming debris and protecting the healing group in the last row.
Duke did not activate the Ice Shield, but calmly watched the air currents in the air swirl rapidly, forming a huge half-human figure.
Prince Sunderland appeared. He had a body emitting white light. His lower body was a swirling tornado, and his upper body was a standard human form.
Solid armor wrapped around his huge body. The four fang-like spikes on the shoulder armor pointing straight to the sky were very eye-catching. The two layers of overlapping petal-shaped armor protected his shoulders well. The silver-white arm armor exuded powerful fluctuations of the wind element.
"Ahhhhhhh——" Without a word, the Wind Prince, who was over ten stories tall, almost chopped his fanatical follower Demitrin to pieces as soon as he appeared.
"when!"
A huge sound of metal clashing almost broke the eardrums of everyone around.
Inheriting Mograine's Ashbringer, Tirion Fordring used this sword that now belonged to him for the first time today and struck the first blow.
The dazzling golden light was evenly matched with the strong winds of the Wind Prince who had been imprisoned for twenty-five thousand years.
In the distance, two figures in armor watched this scene. Suddenly, one of them felt sad. Tears started to flow down his cheeks. He murmured, "Sure enough... it was right to hand it over to Tirion."
Another man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Alexandros, we are all old. It is time to pass the burden to the next generation. Until the last moment of the world's demise, there will be no place for old guys like us to appear."
"Well! We should learn from what Lothar did in the past. If we cannot keep occupying the position, we will only hinder the growth of the next generation."
No one expected that after today, the two marshals of the Alliance, Mograine and Abendis, would simultaneously announce that they would surrender their military power and go to the logistics department to train new soldiers. The Scarlet Crusade would be taken over by Saidan Dathrohan, and the military power of the Kingdom of Lordaeron would be handed over to Tirion Fordring.
At this moment, no one knew that Mograine and the other two had made such a decision.
Everyone still focused on Prince Sunderland.
Looking at the violent Prince of Wind, Demitien was confused: "My Lord! Why? Why?"
No strong man in the Alliance had time to answer him.
Everyone knows that it was probably the twenty-five thousand years of imprisonment that caused Windseeker Sunderland to lose his mind and fall into madness.
The wind element in the atmosphere has begun to boil, and it is no exaggeration to call it a storm element. Fierce hissing sounds broke out everywhere in the sky, and the wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed. The sky that was clear a moment ago is now occupied by a gloomy storm.
At the moment when the storm element was boiling to its most intense, accompanied by faint thunder, the figure of Wind Chaser Sunderland began to stretch infinitely, suddenly occupying almost the entire sky of Silithus.
What a huge elemental giant that is!
His huge body alone was enough to block out the light from the sun and the moon. He himself was an even larger obstruction than the clouds. It was as if his gigantic figure could replace the entire atmosphere, enveloping everyone and becoming an indelible shadow of terror.
And at the moment when the storm made its most terrifying roar, the entire Silithus, regardless of any animals, plants, mortals, and even some beings beyond the mortal world, were severely stimulated.
That was oppression at the soul level. The weaker guys had already started trembling with the deepest fear on their faces!
That comes from the memory of their ancestors, deeply imprinted in their genes and the deepest part of their blood.
That was the horrific memory left over from the war between the ancient god C'Thun and the lord of wind elements on the ancient continent of Kalimdor during the most terrifying Dark Empire period 25,000 years ago!
"Hey, hey, hey! This isn't right! We rescued him, and he repaid us with evil, but why does this guy feel stronger than Ragnaros?" Gavinrad, who was at the front, muttered.
Suddenly, he felt a hand resting on his shoulder armor from behind.
"Duke?"
It was Duke, who had come to the front from the back at some point. He looked up at Prince Sunderland, who was waving his arms and legs ferociously, making strange noises, and expanding his body madly, and suddenly he smiled strangely.
"Hey! Didn't any of you think of giving him a kick?"
Give him a kick? How?
The opponent is the invisible and intangible wind element... uh, wait!
At this time, everyone finally discovered the source of all the wind, which was the Skull of the Wind Chaser that someone had just placed on the ground as a sacrifice!
Duke kicked up, and it was like a kitchen knife cutting an electric wire, with thunder and lightning all the way.
It was this kick, which was also of natural nature, that caused the skull, which had been in good shape, to become crooked.
"ah!?"
This kick surprised everyone, because they were shocked to see that the huge and boundless figure in the air suddenly shrank by unknown times.
Prince Sunderland did not fall down like a paper man when kicked, but he was obviously affected by some unknown influence.
Only Rhonin and Tyrande noticed something; they noticed the fleeting flash of fire.
"Is this… the light of divinity?"
"Divinity?" Jaina asked Tyrande.
Tyrande nodded: "Well, it seems that Prince Sunderland wanted to spread his will and absorb and purify elemental power from the atmosphere, but was stopped by Duke."
Duke raised his head with a mysterious smile on his face: "Sunderland! I know you are very angry! And very manic! You are eager to vent your resentment! But you also have to see who defeated Ragnaros and let you out..."
"Roar——" A deafening roar followed by a sword strike on the head, this was Prince Sunderland's answer.
Duke frowned. This Prince Sunderland was obviously different from the prince in history. The Prince of Wind in history at least yelled a few human words.
Duke looked like he was thinking about life, he was not afraid of being hacked to death. If Magni holding the Hammer of the Fire Demon and Tirion holding the Ashbringer were here, they could kill Duke, then they would be unworthy of being heroes.
This time, Magni activated the God Descending to Earth and swung up the Fire Hammer directly, engaging in a simple collision with Prince Sunderland's wind sword.
"Boom!" The terrifying momentum, like a volcanic eruption, directly overwhelmed Prince Sunderland. Not only was the prince's wind sword knocked back by a hammer, but his leaning back posture also showed a strange stiffness.
At this moment, anyone could see the weakness within the prince's seemingly powerful body.
Everyone couldn't help but think of the legend, how powerful the Wind Chaser was once, but he was ambushed. Although the Fire Demon King could not completely destroy him, he split him into two halves and imprisoned him.
One can imagine how weak Prince Sunderland was after twenty-five thousand years of torture.
Since there is no communication, the result is doomed.
"Kill him!"
Duke waved his cape and he didn't even bother to make a move.
That's right!
Prince Sunderland may seem powerful, but he is actually weak. More than 20,000 years of imprisonment have degraded him in every aspect, even his sanity.
A weakened elemental lord that only has instincts left, no special skills, and can only hack and chop randomly can only be regarded as a large target. If this can't be dealt with, the heroes of the Alliance can collectively jump into the river and commit suicide.
The Duke sat in the back and watched the poor Prince of Sunderland go to his doom.
"Ouch--" Prince Sunderland was struck by lightning for showing off. Gavinrad, who originally thought he could easily get the divine weapon, rarely used his thunder power and struck the prince.
"Ah——" The prince was furious! Because Magni was holding the Hand of Ragnaros the Firelord that taught him how to be a man, and came to teach him how to be a man again.
"Ahhhhh——" The prince was angry again! The blazing holy light of Ashebringer made him vaguely recall that there seemed to be a group of Titans in the past who used such light to teach him how to be a man.
Magic and arrows poured down like a rainstorm, and weapons infused with the element of fire left scars on his frail body again and again.
There were not many surprises. Just five minutes later, the poor and miserable Prince of Sunderland collapsed shortly after seeing the light of day again.
A large mass of dust-like things were the remains of the Wind Prince. In the dust, a small wind sword was particularly eye-catching.
"This is..." Gavinrad was extremely curious.
"This is the Wind-Kissed Blade. Take it and let that fanatic do the work."
Just as history had shown, Thunder Fury Blessed Sword of the Wind Seeker was finally made. Gavinrad was so happy that he showed it off everywhere, until he was surprised to see that Duke was holding an identical wind sword...