When everyone heard this, they fell silent.
Who doesn't have friends and relatives in this world?
Everyone knows that Duke did this for Delaney's own good.
At some point, Irel's eyes became a little moist.
Fair and just, yet humane, perhaps it is because the Alliance has such a leader that it is so powerful.
Yrel felt that he had wronged Duke. "Thank you for your consideration, Commander. The Draenei will pay attention to this, but we hope to participate in more aspects and truly integrate into the big family of the Alliance."
Irel spoke very appropriately, and it was hard to imagine that she was still a young girl half a year ago.
Most of the leaders showed a smile. They were always willing to encourage the younger generation with potential, just like Magni had trained Varian. Moreover, with Duke as a backup, they could let go and do it.
Duke basically met Irel's request. After all, as a symbol of the Alliance, Paladins play an irreplaceable role. Their existence itself symbolizes the benchmark against evil. And compared to mages who need talent, priests can basically become priests as long as their hearts are pious enough.
At this critical moment in the fight against the Scourge, the more devout Draenei can obviously play a greater role.
After the meeting, fierce fighting broke out throughout Northrend.
The first place was the Obsidian Temple. Under the leadership of Onyxia, the Red Dragonflight rushed in and found Sartharion and a group of adult black dragons hatching twilight dragons.
To put it bluntly, Sartharion couldn't even defeat Onyxia, and his fate was doomed from the moment the Obsidian Sanctum was raided.
There was no sympathy between the same race. When the angry Alexstrasza bit off Sartharion's neck, Onyxia had almost killed all the remaining black dragons. The entry of the Red Dragon Army was more to sweep away the half-dragons and black dragons who served as miscellaneous soldiers, and to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.
"What an outrage! None of the five-colored dragons in Wyrmrest Temple noticed that Sartharion was cultivating this blasphemous creature right under his nose!" The Red Dragon Queen crushed the last Twilight Dragon Egg with one claw.
Onyxia held her neck high, her black vertical pupils filled with pride - as expected, my master is the master of destiny!
"My Lord Alexstrasza..."
"I know! I will help Duke suppress the Gate of Retribution." The queen turned her head and said, "Cleostrasz!"
Krasus, in dragon form, bowed his head: "Yes, Your Majesty, I am here."
"Order all mobile forces of the Wyrmrest Temple to patrol the Dragonbone Wasteland and report any traces of the Scourge immediately." The Red Dragon Queen gritted her teeth and said, "Don't even think about desecrating the remains of our compatriots."
The activity in Wyrmrest Temple also stimulated Arthas in Icecrown Citadel.
Sitting on the Ice Throne, Arthas' body was wrapped in icy wind close to absolute zero. Just being close to the Ice Throne gave him a terrifying feeling as if his body was completely frozen.
"Are those giant lizards eager to die?"
Below the throne, an undead woman with huge demon wings was kneeling on one knee. One look at her appearance showed that she was once a beautiful high elf.
She is the Blood Queen Lana'thel.
History has changed again. In history, she was the confidant of the elven prince Kael'thas. She defected to Illidan in Kael'thas and followed Illidan to Northrend to fight Arthas. However, she was determined to take revenge on the Scourge and unfortunately died in the battle. The dead Lana'thel and other blood elf elites were resurrected by the Lich King and became the San'layn clan, assisting the Lich King in commanding the Scourge to fight everywhere.
In this life, Duke was constantly causing trouble, so even Kael'thas did not surrender to Illidan. Unfortunately, she died while resisting Arthas' invasion of Quel'Thalas and was turned into an undead.
When the grass was three feet high on Kel'Thuzad's grave, Arthas had no one else available and had to promote her as his deputy.
Lanathel said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, those big lizards did not leave the Dragonblight area, but they cleared out several teams of our liches."
Arthas waved his hands: "Never mind them, I just want to know what Edmund Duke did."
"Edmund Duke himself led a team headed by demigods and entered the Wintergrasp Fortress."
"What!? Why didn't you report it to me earlier!" A gust of cold wind blew, and most of the Blood Queen's body was frozen in the extremely hard ice, with only her head left outside.
Lanathel answered with difficulty: "Your Majesty... that place has never been our sphere of influence... Now our gargoyles and eyes of death cannot leave the Icecrown Glacier area at all..."
"Hmph!" Arthas waved his hand, and the ice around Lanatheel's body suddenly exploded.
The blood donation queen knew that she had finally escaped the fate of destruction.
Arthas had a gloomy face. He had shot himself in the foot this time. In order to fight against Duke's magic network invasion, he used a large number of frost elements to surround his lair. The extremely cold ice storm blocked the enemy's prying eyes, but also made his perception of the elements drop to a low point.
He was a Paladin in his lifetime and a Death Knight after his death. Whether in his lifetime or after his death, he was only good at the frost element and had a very poor sensitivity to other elements.
This resulted in Duke suppressing his elemental fluctuations, so he would not be able to sense it even if someone was passing by at the foot of the mountain ten kilometers away.
Besides, Wintergrasp Lake was originally a titan ruins, with its own elemental guards, and the Lich King's undead could not enter the area at all. As a result, Duke took the lead.
Just as Duke expected, Duke's move made him feel quite uncomfortable.
Even the gargoyle that spied Duke and his party entering Wintergrasp Fortress was deliberately let go by Duke.
In the picture, Duke entered with Vashj and Onyxia, as well as Sylvanas, Jaina and several other Alliance warriors.
At the end, he did not forget to smile at the gargoyle.
This is clearly saying, I'm right here, if you have the guts come out and hit me!
Arthas was trembling all over.
So provocative!
So unruly!
Do you really think that his Lich King is a fake?
"Send the order! Attack from the Gate of Retribution!"
"Your Majesty, could this... be a trap?" Lanacel warned in a low voice.
"A trap? Of course it is a trap. But he underestimated my strength. He thought that I am still the same me who had my arms chopped off and cut in half by him..." Arthas clenched his fists. "His biggest failure is misjudging my strength. The price is the eternal damnation of his soul! Since he destroyed Kel'Thuzad, he should use his own soul to replace Kel'Thuzad!"
"He is a demigod..." Lanathel said in a trembling voice.
"Nothing can escape its slavery after dying under my sword." Arthas slowly raised his world-famous Frostmourne.
The hideous skull sword hilt exudes the most ferocious and vivid evil aura...
The self-confidence and arrogance of any strong person are two sides of the same coin.
I feel like I've become a lot stronger, but it's hard to quantify how much stronger I have become with numbers.
Even if it can be quantified, a series of factors such as the combatants' experience, the use and rhythm of skills, the control of elements and the surrounding environment will also affect the final outcome of the battle.
Since Arthas calls himself the Lich King, he at least has the aspirations of a king.
The king is unyielding!
No true king will readily admit that he is inferior to others in skills.
Just like he knew that Lordaeron was likely a trap, but still sent out Sindragosa without hesitation.
After all, for the Scourge, whose forces can easily grow in number, everything can be consumable except for the alchemists and management talents who have the ability to develop new monsters.
Even though he was defeated twice by Duke, Arthas was still unscrupulous - he was already the Lich King, the enemy of all living things in the world. If he still had any scruples, he would not have to maintain the Scourge.
Just as Arthas was preparing for the attack in a hurry, Duke and his party, who had theoretically entered the Vault of Archavon... were in the ice house outside the entrance of the Vault.
The ice house is modeled after the Eskimo style and is hemispherical.
It's just even cooler when it's built. Duke World uses the wizard's hand to pull up a pile of ice from the ground, and uses magic to cut it into standard square bricks of ice with a length, width and height of 40 cm, and then pile them up.
A random cone of ice spell would blow up a large area of snow and anyone who looked over would see a large snow pile. This thing is very common in the icy and snowy Northrend.
Entering the half-man-high door, you will see this small world of about ten square meters. A magic circle gently infused with frost elements isolates the air inside and outside.
Next to a small stove is a small table.
At the moment they are playing... Landlord.
"Big bomb!" Jaina smiled like a flower.
"No way - no wonder I can't see any big names!" Duke screamed.
"Let's stop playing. Let's play with Oni or Celia." Sylvanas threw the cards down, looking absent-minded.
Onyxia's face clearly showed the question "When are you going to enter the treasury?", but she said, "I'm just a mount."
Vashj also said: "As a maid, being able to serve the master and mistress is already a great happiness."
Duke laughed heartily several times: "Don't be so nervous! Regardless of whether the enemy is successfully lured, this will not be the place for the decisive battle. The place that will truly determine the outcome will only be the top of Icecrown Citadel. This is the decision of fate."
Seeing Onyxia's eyes lighting up after hearing these words, Queen Onyxia sighed - how could this female black dragon, who was once so insidious and cunning, be so easily fooled?
Jaina was calm and even had the interest to pester Duke to ask if there were any other fun games. She shook Duke's shoulders so intimately that Duke almost lost his mind and brought out the killer Mahjong.
But after thinking about it, Duke gave up.
Mahjong is poisonous. Once it is released, what if a group of queens are busy playing mahjong and ignore it? Wouldn't that be looking for death?
Duke said seriously: "I still need to observe the situation of the Gate of Heaven's Punishment."
The small magic mirror standing in the air beside it was indeed broadcasting the real-time status of the Gate of Retribution. Unfortunately, this so-called surveillance was boring.
The huge black door, nearly fifty meters high, stands quietly at the foot of the mountain, allowing the arrogant wind and snow to blow day and night.
Rather than being a door, it is more like a simple decoration.
The black iron skull on the gate didn't seem so fierce and lifelike under the cover of snow. It just gave people the feeling that... it was nothing special.
"So boring." Sylvanas complained.
"Or, I'll get your belly pregnant just like I got your sister pregnant..." Duke didn't finish his sentence when Sylvanas rolled her eyes at him.
"I am me, and my sisters are my sisters. Before I dealt with Arthas, I was the queen of the Sin'dorei." Sylvanas' meaning was very clear. As long as she hadn't taken revenge, she would not consider the children.
Duke shrugged. He was just talking out of boredom. A bunch of little kids were running around and shouting in the Mage Tower. The dignified holy land of arcane magic had turned into a kindergarten. That kind of scene... Sorry, he didn't dare to imagine it yet.
At this moment, there was a terrible vibration from the huge door of the Gate of Punishment.
"Ang ang ang..." From small to large, the huge vibration caused the scenery that seemed to have remained unchanged for thousands of years to change. The ice attached to the door fell down with crackling sounds and exploded all over the ground.
When the pitch-black doorway opened, it was as if an ancient ferocious beast opened its mouth wide.
The wind and snow near the door suddenly became stronger, and the image obtained by observing with the Mage's Eye and the telescope suddenly became blurry.
In the pitch-black snowstorm, any attempt to observe the door with the naked eye would be futile.
"Huh? That kid Arthas is really bold!" Duke teased.
Compared to Arthas, Duke is not only older, but also debuted earlier, so it is not excessive to call him "boy". However, if the Lich King hears it, he will certainly be unhappy.
Jaina's face darkened and she warned, "Duke, be careful! I feel a huge shift in the elemental veins! Arthas has moved the entire exit of the Frost Elemental World."
"Hehe! If I can't even sense this, I wouldn't be worthy of being called the Demigod of the Demonic Web." Duke curled his lips.
"Should we stop him? Or should we wait until he reaches Wintergrasp Lake?" asked Sylvanas.
"Ambush? Aren't we in Archavon's treasure house now? If we run out suddenly, even a fool would shrink back!" Duke smiled mysteriously.
I have to say that Arthas' appearance ceremony is still very high-end.
He waved Frostmourne, and all the frost elements between heaven and earth were shaken. The frost elements floating on the Northrend continent rushed towards Wintergrasp Lake like fanatical star-chasers.
Gathering at Arthas' feet, under his unparalleled evil will, a huge ice bridge was formed, extending from the west side of the Gate of Wrath to the east side of Wintergrasp Lake.
Although it could not be seen on the screen, Duke, with his amazing sensitivity to the elements, could still feel from the agitation of the frost elements that Arthas was sitting on a huge piece of floating ice, as if he was sliding over on an escalator.
Just as Arthas and his men were about to land in front of the main gate of Wintergrasp Fortress on an ice floe the size of a football field, Duke's voice suddenly echoed over Wintergrasp Lake.
"Come down!" The voice was clear, yet loud as thunder.
The powerful warriors of the Scourge were shocked on the spot. They looked up and saw a vast expanse of white above their heads. There was nothing there except the rolling cold current and flying snowflakes.
What the hell is Edmund Duke doing!?