Chapter 952 - Shock

This oath sounds extremely absurd, almost like a fairy tale.

If you calm down and think about it carefully, you will find that it is not only Duke who has ideas. Similarly, the Twin Emperors are not idiots.

If what Duke showed the Twin Emperors was only the scene of the destruction of the three major Zerg nests in Silithus as a mere demonstration, then the following scene of the Zergs in the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj making a death charge told the Twin Emperors another key point - after they were killed, C'Thun was tired of the Qiraji Zergs, who had lost their value as servants.

Outsiders cannot see it, but as the emperors of the insect people, they can definitely see that among the charging insect swarm, there are a large number of half-grown insects who are not qualified to be soldiers.

No race would let their cubs go to the battlefield unless the survival of the race was at stake.

C'Thun is destroying the bridge after crossing it!

This is the core reason why the Gemini Emperors are angry and their hearts are loosened.

With the help of the system, Duke saw the age structure of the insects, which led to his seemingly gamble.

He seemed reckless and even boastful.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that failure does not exist in Duke's dictionary.

If the allied heroes failed, then whether to return the twin emperors' souls would naturally be decided by the victorious C'Thun. Duke simply couldn't threaten C'Thun with his servants to let him go.

If the coalition forces win, then the Twin Emperors will undoubtedly have found a new way of survival for the desperate Qiraji insect people.

Of course, if the coalition forces don't win, there's nothing to say!

There was no pressure on the Gemini Emperor to make a decision right now, and everyone dispersed after the Gemini Emperor made a promise.

Calia asked, "If we defeat C'Thun, will we really accept those horrible bugs?"

Duke smiled and said, "Are orcs scary? Are they cruel?"

Calia suddenly realized.

Yes, orcs are also terrible and cruel. These green-skinned humanoid monsters once ravaged the entire Eastern Kingdoms continent, causing millions of deaths and injuries, dragging tens of millions of people into war, and bringing unforgettable horror and pain to all major races in Azeroth.

But now, these horrible and ferocious green-skinned creatures have become allies of the entire alliance.

Is it funny?

Is it worth hatred and anger?

Maybe, maybe not!

In the face of the survival of an entire race or even the entire planet, racial hatred is child's play.

Thanks to the unremitting propaganda and guidance of various countries over the years, the hatred of the people towards the orcs has been slightly diluted. At least until the new enemy is eliminated, the fuse will not be lit.

This situation also applies to the Qiraji insects.

"If those bugs were used as mounts, they would be useful in many places." Tirion made a pertinent comment.

"Yes, such as rugged and harsh caves." Varian nodded.

In the air, you can use a griffin; on relatively flat ground, you can ride a horse; in cold forest areas, you can ride the elven night saber leopard, but for rugged and complex hot terrain, nothing is more suitable than insects.

Tyrande cleared her throat and emphasized, "It will be useful. Don't forget, ten thousand years have passed. The Burning Legion, which once had hundreds of millions of demon warriors, has once again set its sights on Azeroth."

Ten thousand years ago, Duke's Duke caused the Burning Legion to suffer heavy losses.

Ten thousand years is too long a time, and no one knows what kind of terrifying fighting power the Burning Legion has gathered again during this period of time.

In a sense, not to mention insects, all intelligent creatures in Azeroth should unite to fight against the Burning Legion.

The conversation between several alliance leaders made others think deeply.

At this time, Edwin VanCleef came over, bowed to Duke, and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "The Horde Heroes have just passed 'Hunter Ayamis' and are preparing to challenge 'Ossirian the UnSkarred' tomorrow."

"Oh, not bad!" Duke raised his eyebrows.

"It's a pity that the loss is a bit big."

"Um?"

"In the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, the Horde has lost four former members of the Silvermoon Council and three second-rate chieftains who were resurrected as death knights."

Upon hearing this news, the expressions of the Alliance heroes were very...subtle!

As a former enemy, even if he is not hostile to me now, it is extremely confusing to see the enemy who was killed almost twenty years ago running out and resurrected to scare people again.

Moreover, Thrall's practice of absorbing a large number of undead into the Horde has always disgusted the heroes of the Alliance. Now the loss of those bones is a loss of combat power from the perspective of the coalition. From the perspective of the Alliance, it doesn't matter if they set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Duke turned to look at Tyrande, who immediately understood and ran to contact Fandral Staghelm.

Tyrande came back a moment later: "This is good news. C'Thun has realized that he can no longer corrupt the earth, so he has begun to recycle his power. All he can collect is the Lilianig that he looted in Silithus. This process may take about ten days."

Duke said, "Edwin, inform Thrall of the situation. Let him handle it himself."

No one wanted to fight an Old God who had recovered better.

Waiting for more combat power?

Launch an attack during the weak period before the Ancient God recovers?

This is a very difficult choice.

It is difficult to have the best of both worlds in this world. The higher the rank of the commander, the more he has to make painful choices in various unfavorable situations.

Fortunately, C'Thun was accumulating strength, and the Alliance was not idle either. Duke split the three points of divinity of the Sword King Vek'nilas into three parts, one for Magni, one for Sylvanas, and one for himself.

Even each one of them actually does not contain a bit of divinity, but rather a special energy that contains the fluctuations of divine power.

And don't think that Vek'nilas only knows how to use a sword. In fact, he is also a feature of Azeroth - almost all the strong people in this world are all-rounders.

For example, Anduin Lothar: he can wield a five-meter-long lance on horseback, can shoot a squirrel's eye with a bow fifty meters away, and can swing a two-handed sword on the ground like it's a piece of cake.

He is famous for the weapons he uses simply because of what he is most comfortable using.

Viknilas's archery skills are equally amazing.

The heroes in the Alliance basically hold important positions. After witnessing the Twin Emperors' submissive bet, everyone dispersed.

After Duke had arranged other matters, he finally had some free time. Before he knew it, it was already late at night.

In the alien villa in Naxxramas, Duke slumped on the sofa, not wanting to move a finger at all.

Too tired, just promoted to demigod and rushed to the rescue.

Then there are all kinds of trivial matters.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in?"

A beautiful figure flashed in front of the magic lamp at the door, and accompanied by a gust of fragrant wind, a graceful blonde figure appeared in front of him.

"Well?"

"Damn it, stop teasing me! What happened? Tell me quickly." A cross of blue veins appeared on Duke's forehead, and he looked like he was about to eat someone.

Seeing her master so anxious, Vanessa actually chuckled heartlessly: "It seems that my dear master, even if he has left his mortal body and become a demigod, he is still my beastly Duke in his heart!"

"…"

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Seeing that Duke was about to lose his temper, Vanessa decided to stop while she was ahead: "It was Madam Alleria's suggestion."

"Alleria? What happened to her?" Duke was stunned.

"No, because ms. Alleria is pregnant with your child. After telling His Majesty Sylvanas, His Majesty the Sin'dorei hinted that she wanted to concentrate on becoming a demigod, so she would not stop other beauties in the Alliance from pursuing you."

Wait! How come I don't understand this dazzling operation?

This is the expression on Duke's face when he is confused.

A second later, Duke burst out laughing, recalling that he had a reputation as a playboy in the Alliance. In recent years, he had fewer and fewer beautiful women. The biggest factor was that Sylvanas used her aura to protect him!

With heroic temperament and sharp eyes, the three Windrunner sisters accompanied him on various occasions with an aura that others would be afraid of. They were originally one in a million beauties, they had received complete training in aristocratic manners, plus the perfect figure unique to high elves, plus the battlefield record that terrified mortal women.

The three sisters are the most unique sight at all alliance gatherings.

In terms of beauty alone, perhaps some noble ladies of the Alliance could be close to their level, but with the bonus of Queen Sylvanas's status, it is enough to make all mortal women despair.

There are beautiful ones like them, but they don't have that status.

Those who have that status don't have that ability.

Even if they have all three, they are three sisters at the same time, and the bonus of sisters is terrifying. If they don't nod, who dares to guarantee that they can definitely grab a place in Duke's harem?

Naturally, the Windrunner sisters eliminated all the beauties who were not up to standard in their eyes.

Duke had a strange look on his face: "Then why did Sylvanas suddenly..."

Vanessa sighed, "I'm afraid you'll do something reckless. Don't you think about who you've pushed down recently? If your taste becomes unbearable, who can stop you? His Majesty Sylvanas was not very willing at first, but ms. Alleria advised him to 'think about Cenarius', and his Majesty immediately agreed."

Well, a goddess plus a white deer demigod, and then the fucking god gave birth to a forest demigod Cenarius in the form of a centaur.

This scene feels dirty just imagining it!

As a time traveler, Duke's mind couldn't help but jump.

In Greek mythology, how did Zeus, the most unscientific geneticist in history, create a creature like the tauren?

How did his brother Poseidon, the King of the Sea, create so many sea monsters?

Please tune in to the story of Zeus, the interracial bulldozer…

"Puff——" Duke sprayed.

It's really fucking annoying.

After all, it was his fault!

After all, it was because he was in a whim and played dragon taming with Onyxia. Well, although she was in human form when she tamed the dragon, no one would forget her identity as the black dragon princess.

Oh my god! Have I already embarked on the path of no return of the real beast duke?

Duke suddenly found his life becoming dark!

"Quack, quack!" The crows on Atiesh cried again.

Somehow, to Duke, it sounded like—Headquarters! A pervert has been found! Arrest him now!

"No, I, actually... my taste is very normal!" Duke swore in front of Miss Vanessa, the grand jury representative.

"Really?" Duke didn't notice the cunning in Vanessa's eyes.

"Really!" Duke raised three fingers and swore, "As long as the beauty looks decent, I like them all!"

"Really? Then... let's play a little game?"

"Hmm? What game?"

"Guess how many throwing knives for the Blade Fan I have hidden underneath my body?" Vanessa asked the question, then lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands with an elegant ms.'s gesture.

As a time traveler who was deeply influenced by Japanese culture, Duke hated the traditional black, thick and monotonous maid uniforms in the noble mansions of Azeroth.

More than a decade ago, Duke developed the standard anime-style maid uniform.

The maid outfit is black with white flowers.

The black and white butterfly tie is paired with a low-cut deep V neckline, but the part that should be exposed is covered with a hazy white gauze. The lower abdomen is designed with three cross-white gauze straps on the top, middle and bottom, the back is a breathable lace carving design, and the back waist is a big white bow.

The skirt is made of soft satin with white lace on the hem. In order to reduce the temptation, it is a mid-length skirt design that goes above the knee. However, the hem of the skirt now seems... getting higher and higher!

As expected, those long translucent black stockings are evil magic. Now Duke can't take his eyes off them!

The long skirt swayed rhythmically, left, right, left, right, moving up inch by inch. It seemed to have become some kind of evil rhythm, pulling Duke's heartstrings up inch by inch.

"Gulp!" This is the sound of someone swallowing saliva.

Finally, I reached the end of the long black stockings.

See it!

You'll see it soon!

That's the black silk suspender that prevents the stockings from slipping off!

See it!

Flying knives or anything like that, of course... no!

"Oh, my dear master, you haven't guessed yet?" Vanessa looked at him seductively and leaned slightly closer to Duke.

But this leaning forward made Duke realize that the maid in front of him was no longer the little maid who was thrown here by her father to be a maid and could not do anything. Instead, she was a charming woman who had been granted eternal life and youth by him and had already matured.

Although she said that, her hands that were lifting her skirt did not stop for a moment.

"Well, my Lord, you really don't have anything to say?"

Any comments?

have!

Of course!

Don't even mention thank you words, I can even freestyle for you.

The question is too simple. It's embarrassing for a demigod like me to say it out loud!

As soon as Duke thought of it, he said: "The orioles are singing on the island in the river. The beautiful ms. is the ideal match for the gentleman."

A passage in classical Chinese about time travel was enough to choke Vanessa to death and leave her confused.

Seeing her face full of question marks, Duke was proud in his heart: Hehe! Your master finally got back on his feet! You want to know? You really want to know? I won't tell you!

You want me to speak human language?

Can!

Just six words——

Black! Lace! Want to fuck!

Vanessa knew that Duke was fighting back. After a brief panic, she did not get angry, but directly revealed the answer -

"Chok, chok!"

"Puff!" Duke spat out a mouthful of blood, his teeth itching: "You're kidding me!"

Why!?

Safety pants, what the hell! They are all evil——

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#1359Chapter 1331 I don't know whether I should say this or not

Chapter 1331 I don't know whether I should say this or not

The ranger's perception was very sharp, and Alleria, who woke up first, was the first to notice her changes. It was a new life that belonged to both her and Duke, and in her lower abdomen, there was a blessing of the wind element with the attributes of light and nature.

"Duke... I..." Unable to think of what to say, Alleria hugged Duke tightly and gave him a hot wet kiss. After a long time, their lips parted: "Ten months later, then..."

Duke gently placed his index finger on his lover's red lips: "Ten months is definitely not possible, that would mean I would lose you forever."

"Ah! This..."

After waking up Vereesa, Duke explained to the Windrunner sisters why Ten Months was no longer possible.

It is not uncommon for ordinary humans to marry high elves. In the 2,800 years of the Alliance between humans and elves, there are precedents of interracial love. Not to mention the distant past, just the more recent one, JainaGoldensword once gave birth to an illegitimate daughter for King Daelin Proudmoore.

Generally speaking, the gestation period is the same as that of humans.

The point is that Duke has transcended the scope of human beings. If he wants to give birth to an offspring, he must abide by the world laws of Azeroth - the more powerful a being is at the top of the food chain, the more difficult it is to give birth to equally powerful offspring.

This places considerable demands on parents.

For example, Deathwing Nefarian once slept with so many female black dragons and killed them all, but the strongest one Sinestra survived and gave birth to Nefarian and Onyxia, who were also demigods.

Similarly, the moon goddess Elune could not find an equally suitable true god as a partner, so she could only combine with the most powerful demigod, the white deer Malorne, to give birth to the demigod Cenarius.

Of course, when beings who have entered the realm of gods give birth to offspring, it is more about the inheritance of power and energy, rather than ordinary reproduction. The most powerful way is naturally for both parties to contribute a part of their power or divine power source to combine together, so that the offspring can directly become demigods.

It's not impossible to do some paddling, just like pouring soy sauce into water, you can get things done with just whatever you do.

If Duke doesn't want his descendants to just sit there and watch, he has to put in more effort.

From a mortal's perspective, Alleria is very strong. Unfortunately, Duke's soul is a peculiar thing. He cannot have offspring unless he is a demigod, which in turn raises the requirements.

If a mortal woman wants to give birth to a demigod, she will not be able to provide the energy required for her offspring and will die of exhaustion.

Now that the war is imminent, Alleria and Vereesa are unwilling to wait any longer. Duke has no choice but to deliberately prolong the gestation period, which will allow the offspring more time to absorb strength and grow.

"What? It'll take at least three years?" The Windrunner sisters pouted their lips so much that a soy sauce bottle could be hung on them.

Duke shrugged. "It's already fast, considering that you have to stay in the magic circle for a few days every month. I can't help it. I'm a demigod of magic, and most of my descendants are also magicians. If you don't replenish enough magical elements, your own element absorption ability will not be enough. Oh, and you are forbidden to participate in the next battle of C'Thun. I don't want the Medivh incident to happen again. Azeroth can't stand another Dark Portal incident."

The Windrunner sisters opened their mouths, feeling torn, painful and helpless.

Aegwynn claimed that she had killed Sargeras, but it turned out that Sargeras's soul had entered her stomach and taken over her son's soul, which led to the Dark Portal incident.

If there is such a precedent, and there is a situation where someone kills C'Thun but is possessed by him, then that means they are too stupid and too miserable.

"Duke, is there any other good idea..." Vereesa asked weakly.

"Yes! No children until world peace comes."

"No! The child must be!" Alleria and Vereesa said in unison.

Then, the two of them entered some kind of magical sad mode:

"It's over! I can't go to the battlefield for three years."

"My bow and arrow!"

"The days when I couldn't sleep, I went hunting in the Void Battlefield..."

"It's all about the kids."

"Woo woo woo!"

The two sisters hugged each other, and the scene was unbearable to watch. In addition, the two sisters fiercely warned Duke that he must not have the idea of ​​aborting the child, otherwise they would break up with Duke.

"Well...you choose the path." Duke also sighed, rubbed his brow, and left the room.

A woman becomes a mother the moment she conceives, but it takes a long and delayed process for a man to become a father. If a man doesn't see his child jumping around and tearing down a house or doing blasting, he still won't feel like he has a child.

Duke was very busy. After having a rare and peaceful sleep, he had to start working on his daily affairs the next morning.

The adjustments to the magic network have not been completed yet, and there are many things Khadgar cannot make the decision on, so he can only ask Duke for instructions.

After the Twin Emperors reached a tacit understanding with him, things started to happen, such as the Twin Emperors being captured, which led to a decline in control over the Zerg. For example, by "coincidence", someone in the Alliance discovered that as long as they held a crystal stone nicknamed "Insect Crystal", they could summon a land-walking four-legged insect of the same color. Once they had an idea, as long as they were willing to wait, soon the insects would come running over to wait for their orders.

Not only are they willing to serve as mounts, they will also obey orders even if ordered to attack their compatriots.

Of course, these insects that can be used as mounts do not have strong combat power, and are only slightly better than human militia. When faced with formally trained warriors, their fragile long legs that can be easily cut off by standard steel swords are not enough.

Even so, it was a wonderful experience. The two major formations that were fighting to the death a few days ago and would not give up until one side died, now one side has completely surrendered.

After noon, Duke had lunch. When he finished inspecting the Naxxramas Fortress and returned to the fortress's main control room, he found that many women looked at him strangely, and most of them were high elves.

Some of them had seductive eyes, as if they couldn't wait to swallow him up.

Some of them were extremely shy, yet seemed unable to suppress their curiosity. They did not dare to look him in the eye, yet glanced over at him from time to time.

Duke was so confused. After returning to his office, he saw that no one was around and pulled Vanessa over: "Hey! What's going on today? Why do all the women look at me weirdly..."

"Woo, woo, woo! Can't you bear it anymore? Beastly Edmund Duke, oh, beastly demigod Edmund. You finally can't control your beastly nature and are going to attack your lovely and gentle head maid? Wuu, woo, woo - although I once had hope, thinking that you still had humanity and conscience, I didn't expect... Wuu, woo -" Vanessa rubbed her eyes with her hands and howled.

Watching his maid perform in an instant, and then looking at his damn chicken stick, three crows suddenly appeared and "quack quack quack!", Duke felt extremely annoyed.

Oh my god! I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not…

The Führer is angry!

Oh no, it's Duke who's angry!

The wrath of a demigod is very terrifying.

Duke yelled on the spot and was going to catch Vanessa. No matter what, he would give her fifty lashes on the butt first.

"Haha! What evil ways are you talking about? It's obviously you, the beast Duke, you're just thinking in the wrong way!" Facing Duke's pounce, Vanessa ducked her body incredibly nimbly, slipped like a loach, and dodged easily.

Using Forced Hide and Sprint, she ran out in a flash.

Unless Duke is serious, there is no way he can catch a heroic thief who is determined to escape.

"Just wait! Don't let me catch you!" At the gate, Duke made a dog-like declaration like a villain.

The next second, Duke's face and posture were frozen as if under petrification magic, because he suddenly discovered that next to the gate, his other maid, Solarian, was standing there with an impeccable appearance and a smile on her lips.

"Uh... this is rude. Sorry."

"Master, there is no need to apologize to a little maid." Solarian nodded and smiled slightly.

Duke looked Solarian up and down and found that the great astrologer was doing fine, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why, Master? Do you want me to cut my skirt a few inches shorter like other girls, or lower the neckline a few inches, and then secretly wear the so-called decisive underwear?" Solarian's suggestive smile became even wider.

"Please, please don't!" Duke's face fell.

"I'm so happy. It seems that even though my master has become a mage demigod, he is still the gentleman he used to be." Solarian seemed a little excited.

Duke was a little embarrassed, not knowing whether he should tell her that before he traveled through time, gentleman had become synonymous with pervert.

Duke held his forehead and said, "I'm happy too. At least there's a normal woman around me."

"Not really. My family has also sent me a message, hoping that I can successfully conceive your child, my master." Solarian said calmly.

"Puff!" Duke sprayed.

"Is it so surprising? In Quel'Thalas, commoners without magical talent always hope to give their daughters to noble mages. As long as they can give birth to a boy or a girl with magical talent, they will be lucky. In the eyes of the high elves, only by knowing magic can one change one's fate and have the opportunity to become a superior. Even the nobles with noble bloodlines would hope to marry into other great magician families so that their offspring can have a greater chance of becoming Silvermoon Councillors. Please note that even after Her Majesty Sylvanas Windrunner ascended the throne, this trend is still deeply rooted in the blood elves."

After Solarian told the story, Duke more or less understood why the elf girls suddenly became so crazy.

The High Elves were originally magic-mad. After they split from the Night Elves, they had been respecting mages for eight thousand years. Even though the Sin'dorei Kingdom was now ruled by rangers, how could eight thousand years of customs be changed so easily?

But Duke couldn't understand what Sylvanas was thinking.

"What about you? What do you think?" Duke asked inexplicably.

"I don't know. Maybe if that time comes, I won't refuse."

Not refusing does not necessarily mean being willing.

"Is it because of Kael'thas? Sigh, I haven't paid attention to him for a long time."

"Please don't misunderstand me, my Lord. From the moment I swore my allegiance to you, I had nothing to do with Kael'thas anymore. He was more like a beautiful dream of my childhood, destined to be an impossible dream. I have accepted my fate, and now I am living a good life."

After a brief pause, Solarian continued, "Of course, if my Lord wants me to kill Kael'thas, I will do it. After all, when that day comes, Kael'thas will probably have committed an unforgivable crime for the Alliance. But I think I will probably hesitate when I do it."

Duke was a little surprised and a little relieved.

This is human nature. This is a flesh-and-blood Solarian, not the Solarian who only exists in Duke's impression and was supposed to appear only in Storm Fortress, with no background story at all, and who is like a paper man and a boss.

"Phew - thank you for your confession." Duke smiled, waved his hand, and ran straight to find Sylvanas.

Looking at Duke's back, Solarian seemed to be lost in confusion and contemplation...

On the other hand, perhaps it is true that there is no harm without comparison.

When Thrall, who was fighting in the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, learned the news from the Alliance through the Undead Rogue Courier, the expression on his face was very interesting: "What? There is no big loss over there. They have already dealt with the other leaders of Ahn'Qiraj Temple. They are resting while waiting for our tribe to finish it, and then they will besiege C'Thun together?"

At this time, Orgrim walked up to Thrall and said in a rumbling voice, "There is no need to worry about it, Thrall. As a Warchief, you need to figure out what you can do and what you can do well. If you can understand this, you will be an outstanding Warchief."

Thrall sighed, "'Excellent' isn't enough!"

In peacetime, an outstanding leader is generally enough to narrow the gap with competing countries.

Unfortunately, this is wartime, and any slight gap is likely to be infinitely magnified.

Originally, the Horde had fewer heroes than the Alliance, and they finally accepted the Forsaken forces, narrowing the gap with the top Alliance forces. Suddenly, news came that the Alliance commander Edmund Duke was promoted to a demigod. In comparison, the Horde suffered heavy losses when fighting the weaker Ahn'Qiraj ruins. It was really frustrating to compare yourself with others.

Although the forgotten are dead, the dead cannot die a second time.

If he was killed again, he would be completely destroyed. Even Anasterian, the leader of the Forsaken, could not find a good solution.

Even if the losses were the second-tier chiefs who turned into undead warriors and the former Silvermoon councillors who turned into liches, it would still be a huge loss.

In fact, the Sun King also had a gloomy side.

After being driven out of the Eastern Kingdoms by the Alliance, the Forsaken lost their stable source of troops. They originally hoped that after joining the Horde, Thrall would allow them to resurrect new Forsaken from the dead Horde warriors.

Who knew that Thrall began to believe in the way of nature and firmly rejected him. Not only that, even Orgrim, the bastard who should have been his subordinate in theory, stood on Thrall's side.

Anasterian's eyes became even colder. Fortunately, he was a dead man. At any time, his body, which was filled with shadow energy and did not further decay, was full of the smell of darkness.

No one noticed the change in his gaze.

At this time, Orgrim patted Thrall's shoulder vigorously and said, "Don't think too much. The Horde should do its own thing first. We must not make mistakes first, so that we can wait for the real opportunity to come."

After the Alliance heroes rested for five days, the Horde heroes finally succeeded in killing Ossirian the UnSkarred at the cost of three second-tier chieftains who had turned into undead warriors and two high-level druids.

Sar was not satisfied with the result because the loss was too great.

But he couldn't complain.

Compared to the Alliance, the Horde obviously lacks healing methods. The druids from Thunder Bluff and the shamans trained by Orgrimmar are second-rate. Obviously, when it comes to healing serious injuries, the Alliance's priests and paladins are better. Moreover, the undead cannot use natural healing spells, and rely on the only Dark Mending magic of the third-rate undead priests.

Whether they admit it or not, the Alliance's heroic groups do have far greater endurance than the Horde.

Cairne had a quarrel with Anasterian over his refusal to allow the Tauren to join the Forsaken after his death.

Thrall is now in a state of confusion.

Fortunately, the loot dropped by Osrian at least diluted the slight sadness a little.

"This hammer is good. I want it." Orgrim took a fancy to the Frosted Warhammer dropped by Ossirian. Compared with the semi-artifact Doomhammer he used before, this thing is just a transitional item except that the hammer head is square and looks like Doomhammer.

Thrall moved his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

Orgrim patted Thrall on the shoulder and said, "The dead should behave like dead. I am already very happy that you can jump out of the cemetery and continue to fight for the Horde. If I wanted to get the Doomhammer back, I should have taken it to the grave instead of passing it on to you."

"Thank you!" Thrall said heavily.

A cold hand patted Thrall's shoulder, and Orgrim smiled: "You have done very well, young chief. This is an absolute victory. We should laugh! Isn't it?"

"Yes..." Thrall said halfway and his expression suddenly changed.

Not only him, but the entire tribal heroes were in shock.

The earth is shaking!

Something huge is breaking out of the ground.

In Naxxramas, various alarms sounded.

Even though as a floating fortress it would not be affected by the shaking of the earth, the elemental fluctuations as strong as a tsunami were overwhelming, still making the entire fortress sway continuously like a lone boat in a stormy sea.

Duke's voice echoed throughout the fortress.

"Open the shield!"

"Lower your altitude!"

"The fortress moves north urgently!"

"Close all gun ports and protective doors! Grab anything nearby to stabilize your body and resist the impact!"

Naxxramas, thousands of meters above the ground, was in such a mess, not to mention the soldiers on the front line. Even though Duke had anticipated that C'Thun might break out and had withdrawn the coalition forces at the Scarab Wall, he still had to defend the Scarab Gate, so he still deployed a thousand-man brigade there. However, a mechanized force of 30,000 people was deployed a few kilometers north of the Scarab Terrace. The soldiers all sat on steam-tracked armored vehicles during their shifts, and could attack or defend.

Now it seems that the team of a thousand people is in great danger.

The earth was roaring, and tens of thousands of tons of huge rocks and fragments were arched up by the evil force, breaking through the sand sea and floating on the ground. Sand dunes rose high, then exploded and shattered like bombs, and rocks flew in all directions.

The allied soldiers saw nothing but a flash before their eyes, and countless disgusting tentacles, like sharp knives piercing through a piece of paper, 'grew' out from the sea of ​​sand.

These tentacles, with terrifying white hooks or a wide-open disgusting eyeball at the tip, spin and pounce on every coalition soldier.

The soldiers who had no time to react were easily pierced through the body, or their entire bodies were torn into several pieces like tearing a piece of paper.

Those disgusting tentacles with lots of barbs are already scary enough.

There were also a large number of eyeball tentacles, which used their purple-white eyeballs to emit terrifying blue rays. The damage was not fatal, but this ray, which was similar to mental whipping, brought great pain to every warrior who was hit.

"Ahhh—"

"No!"

"What's this!?"

"Fight back! Fight back!"

To be honest, artillery fire at close range is a tragedy. But the coalition soldiers had no choice. Their swords could hardly cause any damage to these tentacles. On the contrary, if they hesitated, they would probably be swept into the depths of the earth with their tanks.

The pit, like a whirlpool, swallowed up countless allied soldiers. Was there a huge mouth with countless teeth under the quicksand? Or was it a wriggling mouthpart?

The soldiers in grief and panic had no time to imagine.

But everyone knows that this should be the ancient god C'Thun that the Alliance's top leaders have repeatedly emphasized.

Every soldier guarding the Beetle Gate was informed of the risks here in advance, and they even left suicide notes early on at the request of their commander.

They are unwilling to accept this!

They are the best warriors of the Alliance and the Horde.

They took turns on guard, maintaining the highest vigilance, but they were still unable to do anything and were slaughtered unilaterally.

Duke had prepared a way out for them. More than twenty portals were open 24 hours a day. Three squadrons of griffin knights, hippogryph knights, or wyverns were ready to respond at any time, day or night.

However, everything happened so quickly that in almost an instant, all the portals were blown up and all the air knights were hit down by the rays from the eye tentacles.

At this point, since there is no way to retreat, many people simply muster up all their courage, roar, and rush towards the ferocious tentacles that keep twisting, holding mortar shells or explosives.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Explosions sounded one after another.

When Duke reacted and opened a new portal to respond, only 68 people out of a full team of 1,000 returned, and most of them were left with lifelong disabilities.

Duke was silent, his face livid.

He knew how terrifying C'Thun was, but...

Jaina gently pulled Duke's hand: "Don't blame yourself, you have done a good job."

Varok Saurfang stood nearby, his expression excited, his long fangs chattering, and his green face seemed to have turned dark green.

Magni was the most excited, because in order to prepare for evacuation at any time, this team of a thousand men had the highest degree of mechanization, which also meant that the proportion of dwarves was the highest.

He walked over, his heavy armor making his steps seem even heavier: "Duke, I just want to ask you, we waited for five days. Was it worth it?"

Magni was not questioning Duke's decision. In fact, like many Alliance warriors, he was puzzled by Duke's unreasonable wait for five days. If the bonus from waiting for the Horde warriors was 1, but the bonus from C'Thun becoming stronger was 10, then it would be better to kill the Twin Emperors and confront C'Thun directly.

Duke couldn't tell Magni the answer, but with a determined light in his eyes, he answered Magni with just one word: "Worth it!"

Magni smiled, a bitter smile: "That's good. Then my old brother can rest in peace."

It's hard to blame Magni for being so excited.

The more dangerous the mission, the more elite the troops are.

Don't be fooled by the fact that dwarves seem to be very good at fighting. In fact, that's all due to the accumulation of years. Dwarves have a long lifespan, although not as long as elves, but living for hundreds of years is not a problem.

The casualties this time were all old brothers who had followed Magni for many years. It had been twenty years since the Second Dark Gate War. Not to mention personal relationships, even if they were just superiors and subordinates, the death of so many elite veterans with highly mechanized control capabilities would have made the leaders heartbroken.

We have to defend the Beetle Gate. If the bugs simply rush out like they did a while ago, and Silithus is full of bugs, it will be difficult to clean up.

This is the commander's dilemma.

Duke sighed and said, "BLlane, once you've confirmed that Naxxramas is safe, start bombarding it. Even if you can't kill C'Thun, don't let its tentacles multiply indefinitely."

"Understood!" The third son of the Bronzebeard family nodded heavily, and soon the entire fortress was filled with deafening artillery sounds.

Naxxramas, together with several flying warships such as the Skybreaker, used violent artillery shells to cover the entire northern side of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

"Did you notice?" Magni spoke two minutes later.

Looking at the temple roof that exploded in the artillery fire and the huge columns that collapsed one by one, Duke replied: "Well, the divine shield disappeared."

The enemy's defense is weakened, which is not necessarily a good thing.

The most likely possibility is that C'Thun had always had enough energy before and could allocate extra divine power to protect the entire territory.

If we initially compared it to loosening five fingers in an attempt to grab the enemy's fist, now it is like pulling all five fingers back in, closing them into a fist, and ready to confront the coalition forces.

At this time, an orc messenger ran into the command post: "The chieftain and his men are back."

Almost as soon as the words fell, the door of the command post opened again, and the burly tribal men returned, saluted by twelve Alliance and tribal guards on each side.

"Duke, what's the situation? the Horde can launch an attack at any time!" There was unconcealable fatigue on Thrall's face, but his eyes were still shining.

It was not just him, but also Grom and Cairne who had worked with Duke. Although Grom only had one arm left, the arm holding Gorehowl was still strong.

Duke smiled slightly: "heroes of the Horde, you need to rest."

Grom took a step forward and was about to speak when Duke made a gesture to silence him.

"I don't mean to underestimate the strong of the Horde, but... C'Thun is in full swing. Is it appropriate for us to rush into him head-on?"

Is it suitable?

Of course it is not appropriate. Even if they unite, the coalition is still the weaker party. After all, C'Thun is a true god!

Ignoring the reactions of the Horde's warriors, Duke turned around and said, "Tyrande, I'm sorry to bother you for the next two days. Cooperate with the bombardment, one shot each in the morning, noon, and evening. You don't need to use all your strength, just use the small Starfall to kill all the tentacles that it has proliferated."

"I understand!" Tyrande smoothed her hair and nodded.

To control a meteorite as huge as a starship, with an incredible mass and kinetic energy, Tyrande certainly needs to spend a lot of mental energy. But as long as she can get Elune's divine power replenishment, she can fire it many times in 10 minutes, not to mention once every eight hours.

Duke looked at Thrall again and said, "I am confident in doing this. Please forgive me for not being able to tell you for the time being. the Horde's heroes need to rest now. One day is not enough, at least three days!"

Thrall didn't waste any words and agreed directly: "Okay! On the fourth day, we will gather together to kill the gods!"

Thrall stretched out a green hand that was bigger than a bear's paw.

Duke smiled and reached out his hand to shake Thrall's.

This is a historic handshake.

At this moment, no one realized what this handshake meant.

I have to say, Duke is very kind.

The Horde warriors had just finished their battle at the ruins of Ahn'Qiraj, so if they followed the Alliance to fight C'Thun, it would be a great move, but no one could estimate the losses that would follow.

After all, most of the heroes in the Horde are injured at this moment.

Wounds can be repaired with natural recovery magic or holy light. What about the lost physical strength, spirit and blood?

Anyone who overdraws their energy through strenuous exercise will be exhausted that evening and will definitely have no energy the next day.

Duke gave them three full days of rest, which was very rare for the Horde's heroes. In order to ensure the quality of their rest, they were even placed in an independent space in the center of Naxxramas, enjoying a quiet vacation without having to listen to the sound of gunfire all day.

Four days later, on April 1, 22nd year of the Dark Gate, a somewhat funny day for time travelers, the coalition forces attacked.

Three days of continuous carpet bombing reduced the entire Temple of Ahn'Qiraj to ruins.

C'Thun did try to fight back, but Brian made full use of the range of the artillery and kept teasing C'Thun at a distance of at least five kilometers away from the edge of Ahn'Qiraj Temple.

Now, there are basically no tentacles or anything like that visible on the surface of the temple ruins.

"Let's go!" Duke gave an order, and the Alliance and the Horde, together with a black dragon princess who had transformed into a human form, a total of forty people, set out from Naxxramas on pure-blooded Fire Eagles. They set out in the early morning and plunged directly into the huge hole caused by the sinkhole at the entrance of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

Almost as soon as they entered the cave, Duke and his companions received a grand greeting.

Countless tentacles broke through the rock formations and appeared around the dark cave walls. They were twisting wildly with their fangs and claws bared. From a distance, the vague twisting in the darkness, accompanied by terrifying sounds, made many female heroes feel their scalps tingling.

"Damn it! Why do we seem to be stupid and have sent ourselves to C'Thun's mouth as snacks?" Gavinrad complained harshly.

"In fact, it's pretty much the same," Duke replied casually.

If you knew later that many people have the chance to be swallowed by C'Thun's stomach and fight to the death, would you be furious?

Duke didn't tell the whole story of this strategy, because apart from the Titans of ancient times, no one had experience fighting C'Thun. In particular, he didn't want to use the Fate Flow Doctrine that he had used to bluff people and recruit followers on the Horde.

As the Pure-Blooded Fire Eagle was descending rapidly, suddenly a rock wall at the twelve o'clock direction of the large group exploded.

Jaina raised her hand and several elemental light bullets shot in that direction. The exploding fire element illuminated that place like daylight. A monster in the shape of a giant earthworm with a huge mouth jumped out.

"Oro!?" Gavinrad was shocked.

"No! It's smaller." Sylvanas was the most observant and immediately determined that the size was wrong.

"Bah! We even killed its father, are you still afraid of the little one?"

That being said, the group was descending quickly on pure-blooded Fire Eagles, so how to deal with this big guy was definitely a problem.

It would be absolutely ridiculous if a large army went over there. Except for Kurdran Wildhammer, none of the coalition's strongmen were good at air combat. The pure-blooded fire eagle's flames were really not powerful enough to deal with such a huge creature that was at least 100 or 200 meters long.

The big earthworm came over with its fangs and claws bared, carrying a lot of rubble, pressing down from top to bottom with the force of a mountain collapsing.

Under the flare-like light of the flame element, everyone could clearly see that the wriggling giant mouth was like a dense layer of concentric circles from the outside to the inside, and each layer of circles was made up of countless sharp teeth. It was not difficult to imagine that if someone was swallowed, they would be torn into countless pieces of meat in an instant.

Several heroines shuddered.

Just when everyone thought Duke would send out Onyxia, Duke casually raised his hand, and five seemingly small fireballs appeared from the void and shot straight towards the monster's jaw -

The direction in which the five fireballs were shot was the back half of this huge round mouth, and the five points were in a straight line, very clear.

If Duke met this guy for the first time, he might be overwhelmed.

However, after killing Oro in the battle of Mount Hyjal, Duke had already figured out the physiological structure of the entire Oro family.

Strictly speaking, the Oro is very similar to an earthworm and belongs to a lower annelid. Such annelids often have several hearts. This immature Oro has a thick blood vessel on the back and abdomen of the body, connected by five pairs of enlarged annular blood vessels in the middle. These annular blood vessels can beat rhythmically. Through beating, blood can circulate throughout the body.

For safety reasons, it is covered with a thick hard shell.

However, Duke had already figured out the approximate defense of these hard shells through system scanning. The five fireballs turned a sharp curve in the air, drawing a clear hook-shaped trajectory, and finally shot into the interface of the shell without hesitation.

Five small fireballs penetrated directly into Little Oro's body. It seemed to have no effect, but everyone noticed that the whole body of this huge earthworm-like monster froze.

Its body still maintained the pounce posture, but that was due to the previous momentum.

In less than two seconds, a heavy muffled sound was heard from five places at the same time, regardless of order.

Five huge streams of pus and blood spurted down from above with a "puff" sound, almost splashing all over the faces of all the heroes in the group.

"Wind—" Gavinrad and Sylvanas attacked together, using a gust of wind to blow away the pus and blood that were gushing out.

The highly corrosive pus and blood splashed back onto the rock wall in the strong wind, even corroding many of C'Thun's small tentacles.

"Go!" Duke took the lead and rushed into a cave in the southwest corner.

"We're not on the wrong path, are we? Why don't I lead the way? I think we should trust our dwarf instincts at this time!" Magni boasted.

"Haha!" Duke looked at the Dwarf King with a caring and amusing look.

Jaina chuckled: "Do you think Duke has done nothing these days? His magic network has already covered half of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj."

Anasterian, the Sun King, who was walking in the back of the team, was surprised. He knew what the magic network was, and he couldn't help but wonder: Would C'Thun just let Duke's power infiltrate his territory?

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" In the dark cave, fires lit up in a very orderly manner. They were suspended groups of flame elements, not attached to the walls, and had nothing to do with the original structure of the cave.

The next moment, everyone suddenly found that they could see through things, because they suddenly discovered that they could see things outside the cave wall.

It was not a true perspective, but behind the rock wall of the cave, there was a strong elemental light shining. Its light even penetrated the rock wall and could be easily seen by the heroes with their naked eyes.

"Is this... an elemental channel?" The Sun King was extremely shocked.

He had imagined countless times how big the gap was between him and Duke.

Now he sees it.

The gap was so big that it made him despair!

Duke's surging magic power, which was so exaggerated that it was difficult to describe in words, had already invaded every corner of this space. In the entire passage, there was a clear elemental channel almost every other fist position.

There is no need to connect to the elemental plane specifically. With just a thought, you can draw out various elements from the surrounding channels and use them for yourself. As long as you sign a contract and enter the magic network...

Anasterian shuddered.

This amount of magic power, this elemental purity, this extremely creative and revolutionary way of using it, compared to these, every magical theory he had learned in thousands of years was simply a long and smelly foot wrap.

It deserves to be consigned to the dustbin of history.

This is not only an improvement in the magic system, but the network composed of these elemental channels is also a huge alarm system.

Duke didn't need to remind everyone, as they had already seen a bucket-thick tentacle breaking through the rock formation at the right rear of the passage, trying to get in and launch a sneak attack. It kept drilling and drilling, and when it was about to drill through the cave wall, it actually stopped there, waiting for its prey to take the bait.

If there is no warning signal from the magic network, this is the time to test your reaction.

pity...

Gavinrad chuckled shamelessly, then carried the wind sword, pretended not to see it, and walked towards the tentacle.

In front of him was Magni, who was also pretending to be ignorant.

Behind him was Queen Hieronymus, who already had an arrow pointed at her.

"Bang!" The huge tentacle attacked.

It burst out from the cave wall, and immediately opened its purple eyes, ready to give Gavinrad a Mind Whip.

Unfortunately, if this sneak attack succeeds, then the Alliance Heroes will be in vain.

Before the eyeball tentacles' eyelids were fully opened, the wind sword mixed with the light of thunder chopped down. On the flank, the enlarged hammer of the Flame Demon was like an erupting volcano, about to erupt on one side in the next moment.

Sylvanas's arrow was the fastest, and it arrived first. The eyelid of the eye tentacle was hit when it was only half open, causing it to twitch immediately.

The twitch was brief, and that was enough.

The Flame Hammer and the Wind Sword fell at the same time, directly blasting the entire tentacle apart.

Not only that, with the help of the power of the magic net, the elements of fire and thunder instantly backfired, spreading along the direction of the tentacles and deep into the ground.

"Hiss!" An indescribable groan seemed to come from deep underground.

Gavinrad made a throat-cutting gesture towards the big hole made by the tentacles. "C'Thun! Your uncle Gavinrad is here. Wash yourself and prepare to be made into squid tentacles!"

"Puff!" Duke sprayed.

Gavinrad is really a fox taking advantage of the power of another.

By the way, something that affects the city appearance is made into squid tentacles...will anyone eat it?

When Duke led his group of heroes to rush through the underground passages of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the floating fortress Naxxramas was still on level one combat alert.

"Puff, puff…"

In the fortress's search and detection department, the sonar soldier was the first to detect this strange sound. The long-eared elf girl was slightly stunned. This was definitely not the sound of the sea. The nearest lake or ocean was thousands of miles away.

She subconsciously adjusted the magic mirror to find the source of the sound, and soon she saw an unexpected scene.

The scene seemed to be happening right in front of her. A circle of strange black ripples spread out in the morning light, which was incompatible with the golden light brought by the rising sun.

"North-northeast, three thousand yards, enemy attack—"

The elf girl's sharp cry seemed to wake up the entire fortress.

Brian Bronzebeard, who was in charge of the fortress, was the first to react. He immediately shouted into the microphone used for magic transmission: "The Storm Rock must evacuate immediately!"

The Rockstorm, the Alliance's newest flying cruiser.

Thanks to the assembly line-like production model, Ironforge's flying battleships are now produced at an average rate of one every three months.

The dwarf and gnome craftsmen of Ironforge worked in three shifts day and night. The three docks standing on the mountains used steel melted directly from the furnaces of Ironforge, and the hardest century-old trees in Loch Modan as decks, covered with steel sheets, and equipped with standardized Cannons. Each dock could produce a battleship in nine months.

Unlike the carefully built battleships HMS Skybreaker and HMS Black Pearl, the Alliance also required a large number of medium and light battleships as frigates based on the needs of the war.

The cruiser, whose full name is Cleveland class, abbreviated as "Cleveland class", is the product of this demand, mainly for enhancing anti-aircraft firepower.

No one knows why Duke, the founder of the Mao Alliance Mechanized Air Force, insisted on using this name, and he looked like he would roll on the ground if he didn't agree.

Anyway, who can argue with Duke about this?

On average, two K-class cruisers can be launched from the six medium-sized docks every month.

No one expected that after Duke led his elite troops into the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, the first thing to be tested would be this new cruiser.

It was like a huge drop of water falling into a calm lake as flat as a mirror. Starting from one point, it expanded in all directions and quickly spread past the side of the Rockstorm.

This cruiser, which has two huge propellers as its floating power, is certainly not propelled by backward steam. Steam does not have enough power to carry this "light cruiser" of more than 10,000 tons.

Using the latest elemental furnace power core, it can generate 100,000 horsepower.

But for a 10,000-ton ship, 100,000 horsepower is still not enough to generate enough instantaneous kinetic energy to save it from this disaster.

In the fortress's main control room, Brian's face turned pale as he watched this almost still picture.

The moment he saw this huge spatial fluctuation, he smelled the aura of power that had once appeared on C'Thun, but it was even more powerful and more difficult to match.

That is a terrifying force that transcends the mortal world and coexists with the planet—the power of God.

Favaro Baoquan, the captain of the Storm Rock, was the most senior steam tank commander. Almost at the same time as the fortress sounded the alarm, he activated the magic shield.

However, when a huge tentacle a hundred meters long emerged from the space ripples and rolled towards the Rockstorm, all dodging and resistance were rendered ineffective.

Wherever the tentacles reached, the lines of law constructed by the elements collapsed.

Brian almost watched helplessly as his old subordinate's ship was easily chopped into pieces, like a dog whose neck and bones were strangled by a python.

Time seemed to slow down, and every piece of debris was spinning in the air.

A gun barrel polished to a shine.

Half of the deck still smells like fresh paint.

The short and fat human figure wailed and continued to dance, but fell rapidly...

When everything came into view, Brian found his heart deeply hurt.

The northeast corner of Naxxramas suddenly lit up, a ray of light from wind and thunder.

Alleria and Vereesa, who were left behind for some reason, were standing on a platform, drawing their bows and arrows. The air was turbulent, and large dark clouds gathered above them in an instant.

Half a second later, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the rumble of thunder resounded throughout the northeast corner of the fortress.

Soon, the power was accumulated, and with the help of wind and thunder, two flashes of lightning spiraled in the air, crossing the three thousand yards of void with incredible sharpness.

Hit the raging giant tentacle.

However...

Useless!

It is true that the combined attack of the Windrunner sisters caused terrible damage to the tentacle. The hole that was big enough for a carriage to pass through did look shocking.

But it took less than five seconds. In a violent wriggling, everyone who was watching this scene in the fortress and the surrounding flying warships discovered that this terrifying tentacle had actually begun to heal itself.

Varok muttered to himself, his arm holding the axe trembling a little: "As expected... Is he worthy of being an ancient god?"

At this moment, the time around me seemed to stagnate further, and the hourglass used to calculate time and the ancient mechanical clock all stopped working.

"This is…" The Windrunner sisters widened their eyes.

Those with the best eyesight discovered that the dust floating in the sky began to gather in a strange way.

A power that they had truly experienced before, bringing back long-lost memories in their hearts.

That was in Lordaeron, when King Terenas was still alive...

A huge dragon claw made of sand and stones appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the lively tentacle with one claw.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was filled with shock.

The power of a true god can be easily suppressed only by a being that has also stepped into the divine realm.

There was almost no time for the onlookers to think. With a loud "boom", the huge tentacles quickly withered and turned into large chunks of broken rocks, falling heavily from a height of thousands of meters.

Huge rocks fell on the soft desert surface. The impact force of hundreds of tons of debris plus the acceleration of gravity directly caused bursts of huge roars like artillery fire.

There was no artillery fire, but it sounded like Naxxramas was raining artillery fire again.

In mid-air, the huge dragon claws continued to tear, tearing out large sections of tentacles from the void.

This time it seemed that there was not enough time to petrify it. The broken tentacles made a sound like tearing cloth, and then black blood gushed out.

Then there was an inhuman scream of terror, echoing throughout the sky of Silithus.

Duke was naturally aware of the fierce fighting outside. Taking advantage of the time when C'Thun was shrinking his strength, Duke played the game of "the enemy retreats while I advance". His magic net, which almost eroded to the deepest part of the enemy's nest, could ensure that magic communications could be transmitted as smoothly as possible.

The group of heroes is still advancing. Although they have arranged a relatively reasonable oval formation, the tentacles are everywhere in the sky and on the ground. After discovering that they can be sensed, C'Thun's tentacles choose to attack at a faster and more violent speed, that is, to use speed attack.

With multiple tentacles attacking at the same time, everyone's skills were clearly on display, and almost everyone was attacked.

As they fought and advanced in the underground cave, Thrall felt more and more that something was wrong.

Just as the Horde lacked warriors, it had to incorporate the Forsaken and supplement undead warrior heroes such as Orgrim.

the Alliance had to add a group of second-tier warriors because of the disappearance of Rhonin and Turalyon.

But what a bullshit second line!

Who are these guys?

A red-haired female elf with an impressive bust that almost tore through the standard red military uniform of the Sin'dorei walked proudly beside Queen Sylvanas.

The female elf who called herself Legolas claimed to be a warrior, and she was holding the Claw of Eskhandar which was categorized as a pair of gloves. This thing came from the spoils of Magmandar in Molten Core, and it just happened to be a complete set with both the left and right claws.

At first, even though she didn't say a word, her aura was already very scary.

That is the aura of someone who has been in a superior position for a long time. Without sufficient strength and confidence, it is impossible to have that aura.

She walked beside Sylvanas, and it was hard to tell whether she was the queen or Sylvanas was the queen.

Originally, Thrall just thought that this guy was a little fierce.

The next scene was so frightening that his eyeballs, which were as big as cow's eyes, almost popped out.

A huge tentacle of C'Thun broke through the rock wall and stabbed directly at her and Sylvanas. Normally, Sylvanas's arrow would arrive first, but who knew that Legolas was faster.

When that inferior Eskalda slapped over with his claws, the bystanders only felt a sudden gust of wind.

After a blink of an eye, all I saw was a bloody, limp tentacle.

In less than half a second, the tentacles bounced high and then fell heavily again, emitting a burning smell and a sound similar to a deflated ball falling softly to the ground.

A tentacle that could smash a steam tank or even a destroyer into pieces collapsed on the ground like a rotten sausage, motionless.

What was even more outrageous was that this woman actually broke a Molten Core-level boxing glove. A large piece of the originally sharp claws was missing, revealing the white and tender fingers.

What the hell is this?

The woman's fingers were fine, but the Molten Core-level boxing gloves exploded?

Could it be that the boxing gloves couldn't keep up with her strength?

Thrall was going crazy.

The same thing happened to three other people.

An eyeball tentacle burst out and tried to attack a wizard named Shit, Oh, Goss, but he didn't use the magic line, the elemental plane, or even a spell.

All I saw was a white sea urchin that seemed to be made of pure ice, which flashed by in a flash. The next moment, the horrible tentacle suddenly burst like a water pipe, and countless streams of blood gushed out from the cracks of varying sizes, flowing around it into streams of blood.

This tentacle, which had caused damage to many heroes since the war began, instantly came to the end of its life.

There was another high elf warrior named Dom with long black braids. He didn't even have any equipment. He punched a tentacle with a sharp hook like hitting a drum. The tentacle seemed to be hit hard by a heavy industrial mechanical arm that could lift a thousand-ton ship, and it immediately became soft.

When did so many powerful elves emerge?

Thrall looked first at Orgrim.

The former warchief, who was now a Death Knight, shrugged his shoulders. His expression clearly said, if these guys were there during the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, there would be no point in my conquering Quel'Thalas!

Originally, Thrall thought that the person next to him understood his own situation best. Who would have thought that the Sun King would try to keep a straight face while looking at Gos with a look of fear.

Yes! To be able to scare the Sun King of Antonidas level like this, it goes without saying that his background must be very powerful.

At this time, Vol'jin gently nudged Thrall's waist with his elbow. Following Vol'jin's gaze, Thrall saw a strange atmosphere from the Alliance as well.

Because Malfurion Stormrage had fallen into a deep sleep, Fandral Staghelm was the leader of the Cenarion Circle again. Logically, there shouldn't be any night elf druids that he didn't know.

But there is one right before my eyes.

The female druid who called herself Sera had a typical night elf's green waterfall hair. Except for her eyes that never opened, she looked like a typical night elf.

He was so skilled in using Healing, Rejuvenation and Wild Growth that he even outsmarted Fandral, the self-proclaimed number one druid.

It's been so long since she showed off her skills, and Fandral has been clinging to her for so long.

"Where are you from?"

"A solitary monk?"

"Are you interested in joining the Cenarion Circle?"

"The Druid Way needs a master like you!"

His interest in Sera is not fake.

He expressed deep disgust at Tyrande's approach to the Alliance. Although Malfurion fell into a deep sleep and was no longer in power, he couldn't murder Malfurion.

Within the night elves, he continued to win over more powerful players to increase his faction's voice.

Who knew that Sera ignored all the questions and when asked urgently, she told him to go ask Duke.

Fandral was extremely depressed, but unfortunately he was in combat mode now, and he didn't dare to bother others too much, otherwise Duke would slap him and accuse him of deserting his post, and that bitch Tyrande would not protect him.

At the same time, the void battlefield.

Krasus felt very uneasy, because he was sitting on the throne of the one he loved most!

Not far from him, there was a vision of a giant blue dragon…coiled.

At a glance, there was indeed an extremely huge blue dragon lurking there. If anyone could see through the elemental turbulence that was so strong that it was already tangible, they would clearly see that there was no huge blue dragon at that location.

There was only a giant frost elemental dragon with a wry smile on its face.

Krasus was dissatisfied: "Sapphiron, if you are caught, I will never forgive you!"

Sapphiron rolled his eyes: Is it my fault?

Next to Krasus, a cloaked figure smiled bitterly: "It's okay! This plan should be perfect. Even if something goes wrong, we will prioritize preserving the Void Battlefield."

"It would be best..."

In the void farther away from Azeroth, an intangible interstellar battleship lurks quietly in the asteroid field.

This is the ultimate location for monitoring the planet Azeroth.

"What happened to those four big lizards?"

"Same old. The red and blue auras are still exaggerated, while the bronze and green are hidden. These four lizards are really patient. Their home is almost demolished. Should we add another wave of attacks?"

"Bullshit! Whoever wants to deliver the food can do it. Without Lord Kil'jaeden's order, I won't let my brothers deliver the food for nothing."

The statements of these two void lords also represent the voices of many lords of the Burning Legion. That's right, as long as they die outside the twisting void, they can theoretically be resurrected infinitely.

The premise is that their souls can run back.

For demons with almost infinite lifespans, the farthest feat was the guy whose name was taboo who blew up the Twisting Nether Fortress ten thousand years ago, and the most recent one was Archimonde's death in Mount Hyjal in Azeroth.

They are not only afraid of death, but also afraid of resurrection, because resurrection will inevitably lead to the loss of soul.

It's okay if it happens once or twice, but if it's resurrected too many times, the soul will naturally be severely damaged, which will lead to a decrease in strength. This is often how the replacement of Void Lords occurs.

Now, except for the most warlike guys from the Abyss Lord and the Doom Guard, many demon lords are a little hesitant.

No one could have imagined that Duke had actually calculated the frequency of the Burning Legion's attacks and was able to secretly attack them right under their noses.

Regardless of whether it is Krasus or Sapphiron, as capable subordinates of their boss, their auras are of the same origin. All Duke has to do is to amplify the elemental fluctuations emitted by the two of them.

Alexstrasza is a nature-based magic element, while Malygos is a frost-based magic element. After being connected to the magic network, they look similar when observed from a distance.

Duke was betting that the Burning Legion's spies would not be able to penetrate the void fortress left by the Titans for the dragons, and could only observe from a distance.

If he fails to deceive the Burning Legion, Duke will fulfill his promise and send those four guys back to the Void Battlefield as soon as possible.

This is why the four dragon kings now have time to come to the underground cave to act as thugs.

In order not to scare C'Thun, Duke asked them to lower their strength and enter in human form.

Well, before giving C'Thun a surprise, let's surprise our own people first.

As we went deeper into the cave, we could clearly feel the evil aura increasing endlessly. A large number of tentacles were drilling everywhere, and we could sense that the tentacles seemed to be sensing the pulse of the earth while injecting something like venom into every corner of the earth, even deep into the planet Azeroth. When the venom had corrupted everything, it would suck it back and use it as nutrients for its own growth.

Suddenly I understand why the Titans beat all the four ancient gods and then sealed them. If the Dark Gate in the Cursed Land is the most straightforward absorption, it makes everything dry up and annihilates all life.

Then what C'Thun did was the darkest corruption and the most brutal plunder.

"Speed ​​up!" Duke gave the order, and everyone suddenly discovered that no more tentacles were coming from the ground, sides, and top of the passage. This was because Duke had directly called upon elements of all the tentacles to form magic, and directly attacked them from outside the wall.

Without interference, you can directly use crystal to summon the insect mount.

A four-legged bug—fast and steady... No way!

The four N-shaped legs covered with spikes will make any girl feel creepy. But in the desert, there is no mount faster than this thing.

These car-sized bugs were summoned, and whether they were willing or forced, they had no choice but to follow the orders of the crystal that contained the will of their emperor and move at high speed towards more dangerous depths.

From the outside, C'Thun's lair is a huge circular building.

Next to the not-so-exaggerated entrance, Duke gave his final instructions: "Remember, the key is to disperse your formation. If we stand together, we will be linked together by the eyeball's rays, and we will be wiped out. We... Damn it!"

Duke had no choice but to curse out: "Dog—shit—"

Yes! Malygos, who was egocentric and acted like he was the best in the world, went in first without listening to Duke.

As the founder of magic in Azeroth, Malygos calls himself the King of Magic. Needless to say, he has no good face towards Duke.

Even though Duke deliberately avoided using taboos when he advanced to demigod, and limited the use of the magic network to mortal races such as humans, night elves, blood elves, and dwarves when he was advancing to demigod, it did not prevent Malygos from being unhappy with him, Duke.

Malygos' magical power has always been limited to the blue Dragonflight. He thinks that all magicians in the world must listen to him!

Perhaps in his heart, Duke was still the little master Mage when he first met him, and he needed to lick his ass and worship him. He could ignore all of Duke's achievements and all of his efforts to protect the world.

"If you're that awesome, you can fight C'Thun by yourself!" Duke cursed, and he really cursed. He spent so much effort to create a time difference and pull out six demigods to beat C'Thun. Is it easy for him?

The heroes from the Alliance and the Horde were stunned.

The three dragon kings were furious.

"Wait! What are you crazy about?" Alexstrasza, who used the alias Legolas, almost wanted to slap Malygos and pull him back.

"Hmph!" Malygos snorted coldly, ignoring the Red Dragon Queen completely.

At this time, C'Thun, located in the darkness in the middle of the huge circular hall, slowly revealed his disgusting true appearance.

At first glance, it looks a bit like an incense burner. Its fat, brown body is covered with thorns, and its eyes are dark purple and yellow-black, which is what people with trypophobia don't want to see.

On the body of the incense burner-shaped base, there are dozens of claws that are bent towards the sky, with a larger eye in the middle. This huge eye, which is at least seven stories high in diameter, slowly opened after sensing the humanoid Malygos coming in.

It was hard to tell whether it was a tease or a sarcasm. C'Thun's voice directly crossed the void and turned into mental power to enter the minds of every challenger.

However, the voice was clearly addressed to Malygos.

This doesn't seem like a declaration, it's more like a hint, or even a curse.

"Malygos!"

"Death is not far from you."

"You will die."

"You will betray your brothers and sisters."

"You will be abandoned by your brothers and sisters."

"You are too weak."

Duke's heart skipped a beat.

I don't know if brothers and sisters and friends in Dragon Language are synonyms, or if this is their original meaning.

C'Thun seemed to be the words of an ancient god with powerful spiritual suggestion, and the person who was most shocked was Duke, the time traveler.

Duke clearly remembered what happened to Malygos later.

In the game version of Wrath of the Lich King, Malygos radically believes that the world has been corrupted by creatures who use magic recklessly, and decides to destroy all creatures that use magic or are even related to magic.

Obviously, at this moment Duke was firmly on the number one blacklist of 'creatures who use magic recklessly'.

If this continues, we don't even need any "original history" or so-called prophecies. We can tell from inference that there will be a battle between Duke and Malygos.

Although Duke also disliked Malygos, he really never wanted Malygos to die.

The death of one more guardian dragon will weaken the protective array of Azeroth by 20%. Even if a new guardian dragon is selected, it is impossible to fill the original gap. This is like replacing a screw with a smaller diameter. Even if it can be inserted, it will definitely not fit.

It is an indisputable fact that in history, the guardian dragons became increasingly weaker.

It was not until Nozdormu and his future dark self died together that Azeroth's planetary protection array was finally broken, which led to the subsequent full-scale invasion of the Burning Legion.

Duke was overwhelmed.

But he didn't have time to think about things that happened so long ago. If history was the way it was, it would be many years before Malygos had a brain seizure.

Theoretically, C'Thun is not N'Zoth who is good at hypnosis and brainwashing, so he should be fine, right?

Over there, Malygos was furious!

"No more guardian dragons will betray their brothers and sisters—"

"The betrayer will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever!"

"C'Thun! Don't think that just because you are a true god you have the right to sow discord between me and my brothers and sisters!"

"The only thing that is worthy of you is a deeper destruction!"

In response to his angry roar, Malygos transformed, a pair of beautiful blue wings shot out from behind, his limbs instantly turned into ferocious claws, and his body was covered with fine, solid ice-blue scales. The precious epic mage robe was instantly frozen and shattered into ice slag, revealing the body of a giant dragon, with a tail growing from his butt.

In the blink of an eye, the arrogant wizard had completely taken on the form of a dragon.

Although his size seemed to be comparable to C'Thun, everyone could feel that their auras were not on the same level.

Even so, it was enough to surprise the powerful men in the Horde.

Everything is explained.

No wonder Duke didn't defeat the Twin Emperors, but immediately took advantage of C'Thun's incomplete recovery and led the Alliance's powerful forces to advance.

No wonder after the Horde killed Ossirian the UnSkarred, they did not immediately gather the Horde to attack, but instead considerately gave three days of precious rest time.

It turns out that everything was just a by-product. What Duke was waiting for from beginning to end were the four guardian dragons!

Malygos transformed, and the other three guardian dragons also transformed at the same time.

Three long and distant howls seemed to come from the Domination War 25,000 years ago. The battle in which the Pantheon Titans beat the Old Gods was reproduced today!

Although the leader was no longer the Titan warrior Sargeras, and they were not fighting against several old gods in complete condition with powerful elemental lords such as Ragnaros as their thugs, the four dragon kings showed up together to beat up the half-crippled C'Thun. This scene, which should have only existed in epic legends, actually happened in front of a group of mortals.

It's hard to tell whether this is excitement, ecstasy, or some other emotion.

Strong emotional fluctuations, accompanied by the violent vibrations of the surrounding elements, were transmitted to the depths of every mortal's heart. Everyone's heart expanded and contracted greatly due to excessive stimulation, and blood was powerfully pumped by the heart to every corner of the body.

The weak man's eyes gradually turned dark, and he greedily breathed in the slightly turbid air in big gulps.

The vision of the strong was full of splendor. They saw the agitation of elements, the exaggerated confrontation, and more importantly, they saw the boundary between mortals and gods.

The absolute boundary that once felt unreachable no longer seems to be so difficult to break through!

As soon as the four giant dragons came up, the surrounding elements were instantly drained away.

Malygos directly summoned an ice dragon made of pure frost elements. It pounced on him with its fangs and claws bared, and bit him right away.

This giant dragon made of elements succeeded and failed.

Its bloody mouth bit off a large piece of C'Thun's flesh in one bite, leaving only a large gap in the entire censer-shaped lower body. However, before Malygos could be happy for even a second, the entire elemental dragon was stabbed to pieces by a huge tentacle that emerged from the ground.

The sky was filled with icy spikes, but even C'Thun's body was not frozen.

The brown and pink lower body of C'Thun began to wriggle disgustingly. In everyone's sight, C'Thun's entire body became larger except for the big eyeball on top.

It's multiplying!

"Roar!" Nozdormu used sand to make a dragon body and swung his tail at C'Thun fiercely. However, the tail was blocked by a large tentacle that appeared out of nowhere halfway. Its tail broke off, and the sand that exploded was obviously related to time. Because all the parts of C'Thun that were hit by the tail fragments began to wither.

Alexstrasza was the most direct, and breathed out a fierce breath of dragon as soon as she went up. However, her breath was immediately offset by the red hot light as thick as a house that shot out from C'Thun's bulging eyeballs.

The fierce battle between the Red Dragon Queen and the Ancient Gods caused the most terrible law shock. Logically, this terrible power collision was enough to easily destroy a fortress and cause several blocks to collapse in the destructive shock wave.

However, everyone just felt dazed.

The green dragon queen Ysera, the master of the Emerald Dream, took action.

Along with the strange and gentle sound of the wind, a ball of green light spread further away with the wind. The walls of the majestic underground palace of the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj silently turned into powder and sank into the hard stone ground under their feet.

The battlefield presented to mortals was a huge hemispherical hole with a radius of at least one thousand meters.

"Is this the Emerald Dream?" Tyrande showed an expression of admiration.

"No!" Ysera's voice rang in the mortal's mind: "No matter how arrogant I am, I dare not drag an evil Old God into the Emerald Dream. I just used my natural power to forcibly change the nearby landforms to make it more suitable for dragons and mortals to fight."

The power of a demigod is enough to move mountains and fill the sea.

All I saw was that the newly leveled ground suddenly collapsed, and the solid granite piled up layer by layer like breaking waves. The ground was covered with shocking cracks, as if it had experienced a terrible earthquake.

At this point, the heroes were a little hesitant.

Duke shouted, "What are you standing there for? Enter the arena according to the pre-arranged formation!"

Others may not know, but Duke knows best.

The disgusting thing about the ancient god C'Thun is not his powerful single attack, but the endless situations. On the surface, when the four dragon kings attack together, mortals feel that they are just making a cameo appearance, but in fact, they are not.

C'Thun was a typical terrifying existence that could destroy the world by itself. Its tentacles not only affected the city appearance, but also greatly interfered with the actions of the four dragon kings.

"Crash!" With a loud bang, a giant claw tentacle appeared.

This huge tentacle was the same size as a five-story tower. In front of a tentacle of this level, the scales and dragon skin that the Dragon King was so proud of were no different from the armor of mortals. Once hit, the result would be puncture and tear.

One tentacle easily pierced Nozdormu's thigh, and the dragon leg weighing several tons exploded in an instant.

If Nozdormu were a dragon with flesh and blood, he would probably have been seriously injured by this blow.

"Ah!" The Time Dragon King roared angrily, and swept his thick tail across violently. However, the sweep of the dragon's tail weighing hundreds of tons did not blow up the tentacle. Instead, after shaking several times, the giant tentacle burrowed back into the ground.

When has the Bronze Dragon King ever suffered such a big loss?

He immediately wanted to burrow underground to settle the score with that tentacle.

"Nozdormu!" Alexstrasza shouted at him. Nozdormu could only restore his dragon legs in dismay. It was true that he was a giant dragon made of sand, but rebuilding his body would take time and strength.

Obviously, the offensive of the four dragon kings on the scene came to a standstill.

The next moment, the tentacle that had just caused trouble came out again, and this time its target was switched to Ysera, who had not used melee attacks.

Although Ysera has the fewest attacking moves among the four dragon kings and dares not use the power of dreams to attack C'Thun, her existence is the key. Because C'Thun's attacks are mainly wide-area natural attribute attacks, Ysera's natural resistance aura can effectively reduce more than 80% of the damage.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ysera's existence itself is the key.

"Huh?" Just as Ysera, who was casting recovery magic, discovered that a giant claw suddenly popped out from under the right rib of her dragon's abdomen, a large dwarf covered in silver rushed over and hit the tip of the giant claw with a whirlwind hammer.

It was not a tit-for-tat confrontation, because the Dwarf King used the Incarnation of the God to increase his own size by at least five times, but increased the size of the Hammer of the Flame Demon by ten times.

When the giant hammer made of pure fire elements transformed from elemental form into substance, and Magni used his inhuman and terrifying power to swung the black and golden hammer in a circle and smashed it hard, the shocking visual stimulation made every mortal speechless.

"Bang!" A loud bang like the collapse of heaven and earth, accompanied by a blazing shock wave that splashed in all directions.

Although the size and scene were completely wrong, the people present felt as if they were watching a child playing whack-a-mole with a hammer.

With one blow of the hammer, a giant claw tentacle that should have taken more than a dozen people to capture was charred black. Sylvanas only shot one more arrow, and the giant tentacle was destroyed, like a deflated balloon, lying flat on the ground.

There was no time for everyone to catch their breath, as C'Thun in this life was obviously more violent.

"Squeak!" There was a strange sound, and everyone felt that the ground was shaking violently.

"This guy wants to drag us underground!?" Nozdormu was shocked and angry, and had to attack angrily. No one knew what happened exactly, but they saw that the ground that had begun to break apart was like a video played in reverse, and the broken places were perfectly repaired.

No matter what, another Dragon King was held tightly.

Alexstrasza dug out a large piece of C'Thun's body with one slap, and shouted to Duke: "Help us clean up those troublesome things!"

In addition to the giant claw tentacles, there are also tentacles with huge eyeballs. These things called giant eye tentacles are also powerful weapons. If the team is too crowded, the mental whip shot out by the eyeballs will be like chain lightning, jumping and spreading in the team almost infinitely.

The only way to deal with these ghosts is with powerful long-range attacks.

"Hah—" Old Buddha Tirion swung the Ashbringer violently, and the brilliant golden light turned into a crescent moon, sweeping across the battlefield and cutting the eye tentacle in half from the root.

This is not the end. The hideous eyeballs are still twitching violently on the ground, and are randomly pouring out deadly rays in all directions.

"Hmph!" Cold snorts from heroes came from four directions at the same time.

Sylvanas's arrow.

Jaina's ice.

The fire of the Sun King.

Vol'jin's javelin.

The four attacks hit the eye tentacles almost in no particular order, exploding them in one go.

At the same time, Duke's performance seemed a bit quiet, he didn't look like a demigod at all. In the eyes of others, his performance was similar to that of other mortals, at most playing backstabs, suddenly flashing to the back of a giant eye tentacle, and giving it a hard blow with the spiral sword.

Similarly, Onyxia, transformed into Countess Katrana, also behaved like a top-level Archmage of the Archmage, and was extremely low-key.

What is Duke doing?

Only the Dragonflight knows.

In the void, the Burning Legion suddenly received a secret report.

"Hmm? Your intelligence source said that the four giant lizards actually abandoned the void battlefield and ran to deal with the rebellious ancient god C'Thun." ambassador Helmer, a void lord who was born as a Dreadguard, pondered.

Alyss stepped out of the shadows and said, "There is an 80% chance that the information is accurate. The Wyrmrest Temple has close ties with the Alliance leader Edmund Duke. If we hadn't been dragging the power of the Wyrmrest Temple in the void, those big lizards would have landed on the Silithus battlefield long ago."

Queen Sarolas said: "This is an opportunity. If we can break through the defenses of Wyrmrest Temple, it will definitely be a great achievement."

ambassador Helmer's face turned cold: "It's me, not 'we'." He didn't treat the Eredar twins well. Ever since the twins made a mistake ten thousand years ago, their status has been greatly reduced. Now in the eyes of other lords, they are just runners and conspirators, and cannot represent Commander Kil'jaeden.

"Yes, it's you, the great ambassador Helmer." The twins bowed their heads knowingly.