CHAPTER 712: HAH

Antonidas’s final expression was frozen in a peaceful smile.

As a lich, even his smile looked terrifying, but he was indeed smiling knowingly.

The only sounds that came out of his dry throat were meaningless. He stretched out his dry hands as if trying to grab something. Was it his lost youth? Or was it the glory of being a human being?

This may become an eternal mystery.

The soul decomposed, and the power that finally drove the decayed body also disappeared. The sea breeze rose, and the corpse of this once famous wizard leader was like a sand castle blown away by the wind, turning into gravel and dissipating in the wind.

Duke looked at the gold coin floating in his hand, a little dazed.

This can be considered as a gift of integrity left to him by Archbishop Alonsus Fao.

Long ago in Dalaran, a missionary from Lordaeron threw a copper coin into the fountain and made a wish: "I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to the common people and teach them the meaning of the three virtues."

After Alonsus’s death, the condensed form of divine will passed down to Duke is the soul gold coin in Duke’s hand.

After obtaining Duke’s permission, it was integrated into Duke’s soul, and nourished by the truth, goodness, beauty and all the just will around Duke. Today, this soul gold coin has become radiant and full of sacred breath.

Duke did not notice the way the priests looked at him in the army of 200,000.

Not to mention Sally Whitemane, an ignorant girl who had just touched the path of Holy Light, even a bishop-level figure like Benedictus showed a longing look.

Duke seemed to finally realize the intense gazes of the crowd. He laughed at himself and said, "Well, if I can’t make it as a wizard in the future, could I go to the church and give some advice to the young priestesses?"

Just when everything seemed to be coming to an end, the will of the Lich King, Ner’zhul, gathered in mid-air into a huge ice-blue skull.

It was a terrifying phantom with a light diameter of over a hundred meters, emitting an evil black aura and a terrifying aura that caused the temperature to drop suddenly.

Every living being who witnessed this scene could not help but feel as if a huge rock was pressing down on their heart, making it hard to breathe.

Oh my god! They killed a Sunrise-class Great Lich.

Why are there so many creepy beings in the Scourge?

Ner’zhul’s roar spread in all directions: "Edmund Duke - and you humble humans and elves, do you think this is victory? Do you think I will let you go? No! This is just the beginning! Death will eventually cover every inch of land in the world of Azeroth..."

Duke stopped and said without looking back: "Ner’zhul, that’s enough! The last time you came to Karazhan, you were blown to pieces by Kil’jaeden, leaving only your soul. Haven’t you suffered enough? Do you dare to believe the words of Kil’jaeden the Deceiver? What if a commander of the Burning Legion really succeeds in descending to Azeroth? By then, you will be useless and even worse than a ghoul."

Rather than being a spoiler, Duke’s words were more like a thorn in Ner’zhul’s side.

From the beginning to the end, Ner’zhul was unwilling to work for Kil’jaeden. In history, Ner’zhul even took the opportunity to escape again. Duke was just pretending to deduce Kil’jaeden’s character by doing this now.

Immediately, Ner’zhul was choked to death.

"You...you...you..."

If there were dreadlords or Kil’jaeden’s lackeys nearby, Ner’zhul might even pretend to yell "Long live the Burning Legion!" to show his loyalty.

But although Ner’zhul was afraid of death, he still had a strong sense of self-esteem. After all, he had been a Warchief, and now he proclaimed himself the noble King of Foul Monsters.

In front of so many people, Ner’zhul would never admit that he was a dog of Kil’jaeden.

After choking for three seconds, Ner’zhul finally roared, "Duke! You think you are in control of the situation, but you are wrong! I tell you, you will definitely be a loser this time! You will never imagine what my perfect plan is like! Even if you have the ability to stop Arthas now, my plan to destroy Azeroth will not be affected in the slightest!"

"No matter you are human, dwarf, elf, or any other race, your only fate is to become my slave after death, and the land you cherish will become a rotten place worse than Draenor—Hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

Duke bared his teeth:

Want? Do I need to think?

I already know what you are going to do...

Ner’zhul, have you talked enough nonsense? If you have, then get out! I used to think you were a worthless person who could only fart, but now you have become a dog that can only fart! Aren’t you ashamed?

That’s right!

The Burning Legion’s repeated arrival on Azeroth is almost unstoppable. You can survive this time, but you can’t avoid the next time.

In this case, Duke, who is still a time traveler at heart, is thinking about how to make the alliance grow faster and how to strengthen himself.

In addition to saving the high elves, the next most important thing is of course the night elves joining the Alliance. Elves are super conservative, not to mention the night elves who are dominated by druidism. Will the night elves come out for help if the demons don’t come to their door?

The coming of Archimonde was certainly a tragedy.

But preserving the World Tree will do no good to Du and the Alliance!

So Duke has made up his mind to let the Alliance play a supporting role before Archimonde reaches the World Tree.

Of course, behind him, there is a large group of future middle forces of the Alliance headed by Sylvanas - the high elves are watching. As the leader of the Alliance, Duke has to pretend no matter what.

At this moment, Duke’s moral integrity was possessed.

At this second, Duke was glowing with golden light.

At this moment, Duke was lying blatantly!

The handsome Duke looked up at the skeleton in the air. In his raised right hand, the sacred gold coin turned into a holy sword again.

snort!

A 40-meter-long sword, oh, it’s a super holy sword, are you afraid?

Duke’s words were righteous and full of noble spirit.

"Haha! You underestimate the intelligent races of Azeroth. Do you think you can subvert the entire Azeroth with your inferior conspiracy? Ner’zhul, you want to destroy the world? Have you asked us?"

Duke turned around and looked into those scorching eyes, then shouted to the Alliance soldiers: "Human soldiers, this abominable demon in front of us wants to kill us all and turn us into his slaves. Do you agree?"