CHAPTER 933: PLAYING WITH FIRE

"Gather! Gather!" Executus screamed in panic.

It’s not his fault that he lost his composure, because he has never been a courageous guy.

He has good management skills, but lacks the courage to make up his mind, and he doesn’t have the strong fighting power to defeat thousands of enemies. In this world of fire elements where strength is respected, this directly leads to him always being the second brother and never the boss.

The fire demon was born with a relatively weak constitution, and coupled with the high position he held for many years, he had almost forgotten how to fight.

However, he had no guards around him, and what he waited for was an extremely huge black dragon. The black dragon showed a very human smile on its violent and evil face.

"Haha! Scream! No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out!" Almost subconsciously, Onyxia called out the words Duke had said to her most often when he was training dragons at night.

But it’s quite appropriate, isn’t it?

Executus was confused, and then his face darkened: "Onyxia! You have violated the covenant that the Black Dragon King Nefarian made with us! The Black Dragon King will not let you go!"

"Pfft!" Onyxia laughed shamelessly: "Although I don’t want to say it, I really don’t mind my dear brother’s head being cut off by my master and hung at the gate of Stormwind City."

"You...you...you..." Executus was almost furious.

The huge body of the black dragon approached step by step: "Hey, little fire demon, you and I are the only ones left here..."

"Pass...pass...pass..." Executus trembled.

"ha?"

"Teleport!" As a manager, Executus naturally has various life-saving skills. For example, he can teleport his enemies to take a bath in lava.

Unfortunately, his trick didn’t work.

The magic resistance of a demigod dragon is ridiculous, not to mention the difficulty of teleporting such a huge being. The problem is that Executus really doesn’t have any special attack skills!

"Ragnaros will protect me and keep me from harm--" he shouted, and suddenly a huge and thick magic shield wrapped around his entire body.

That shield, filled with the highly concentrated magical energy of a demigod level, could absorb a huge amount of damage at first glance.

"Hurt!? Who said I wanted to hurt you?" The Black Dragon Princess showed a teasing smile on her dragon face: "My master asked me to have some fun with you..."

After saying that, the black dragon stretched out its huge claws and picked up Executus, who was more than five meters tall.

To be fair, this guy is quite big and heavy, but in front of the even more exaggerated Black Dragon Princess, he is just a ball!

Ragnaros’ power can indeed make him immune to various physical and magical damages, but it can’t fix him to the ground!

As a result, Onyxia grabbed him and the magic shield, and then threw him into the sky. Tossed him up and caught him back! Tossed him up and caught him back!

Just like Duke’s moral integrity that he kept losing and picking up...

Over there, Varian, who already had experience fighting the Ghost Wolf Lo’Gosh, directly faced the attack of Incinerator Golemagg in dual-wielding berserker stance.

There are many guys who are more powerful than Varian.

There are many people who are more agile than Varian.

But few people can combine strength and agility so perfectly as Varian. He dodged like a light and cunning wolf, easily using his agility to avoid Golemagg’s heavy punches.

The moment he switched from dodging to attacking, he suddenly became the most violent wolf king, using his two divine swords that were like his own claws to frantically hack at the joints of Gulemag’s arms and legs.

The hard rock limbs that could not be destroyed by mortal weapons were turned into flying stones under the continuous slashing of the two divine swords.

"Ah--" Guregman was enraged and chased Varian madly, completely ignoring the fact that there were other powerful mortals behind him, such as the VanCleef father and daughter and Valeera, who were secretly and effectively destroying his limbs behind him.

Unfortunately, Varian’s highlight moment only lasted a few seconds, and soon the giant Guregman’s attention was attracted by another person.

In order to kill Guligman as quickly as possible, old man Mograine desperately used Ashebringer to chop and easily attracted the attention of the molten giant leader.

Divine weapons are also divided into different levels.

A high-level artifact like Ashebringer is obviously more powerful than Varian’s Shadow Ripper and Shadow Reaver!

Duke took a glance and snickered. According to the terminology in the game, it was OT - meaning that the boss’s hatred was out of control.

In a normal team, if the boss slashes and chases people randomly, then the team will be wiped out soon. But here, all the people are famous and powerful.

As long as you give them enough time, they will even kill the boss themselves and show you.

Facing Guregman’s heavy punch and the water tank-sized Pyroblast attack, Mograine was not surprised but delighted. He directly swung up the door-sized Ashebringer and performed a great show of using the Holy Light Giant Sword to cut the fireball in two.

Seeing how fierce his senior was, Varian rarely bared his teeth.

On the right side of the battlefield, Duke is fighting against the Saffron Herald.

At the first encounter, Saffron shot out a swift black light in the void.

Duke moved his body, took a wrong step, and seemed to have narrowly avoided the spear thrown by the opponent. The half-black spear with a dull color passed by Duke’s cheek less than five centimeters away, and the strong wind it brought stung Duke’s cheek and hurt it.

No matter what, at least I managed to escape.

Saffron Herald seemed very surprised. In his eyes, mortal wizards were guys with powerful magic but lacked agility.

He would not be surprised if Duke used any kind of magic to block his spear.

He found it strange that Duke had dodged it with simple fighting moves.

At this moment, Duke’s mind entered a very mysterious state.

Although he was holding a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and wearing a robe that was so long that it almost dragged on the ground, he looked like an incongruous swordsman in plain clothes. However, his movements seemed abnormally agile under the effect of the acceleration spell.

The sword of Gandalf in his hand glowed dimly.

That was just an appearance. If possible, Duke would strike with all his strength at any time.

Now, simply because Duke has confined almost all of the converted magic power to the sword, it has almost no significant impact on the surrounding environment.

In battles below the Antonidas level, the warring parties would often stir up elemental turbulence as soon as they attacked. If not handled properly, the aftermath of the overflow would leave no grass growing within a radius of dozens of meters.

After reaching the Antonidas level, the battles become low-key and reserved, and more dangerous.

The degree of control over magic power determines the total amount and purity of magic power that can be compressed. A magic sword made of high-purity magic power can easily break through the opponent’s magic shield.

Duke still defends more than he attacks because he needs to recover.

In order to successfully open the situation, he almost poured out all his magic power in one breath.

Even with the magic recovery speed of a third-class Sunshine Archmage, it would take quite some time. Of course, if Duke could find an opportunity to use the arcane magic recovery skill Awakening without getting hurt, that would be another matter.

However, before that, Duke must put enough pressure on the Saffron Herald.

"laugh--"

A long and continuous sound of breaking wind was heard under the armpit of the Saffron Herald.

Then the Molten Core Old Seven felt the pain coming from that part of his body. The wound was not big, but it went straight through one of his two lungs on his left rib. The fire that used to fill his lungs leaked out at a high speed.

"roar!"

He was angry!

A huge hand of fire suddenly exploded around him, sweeping away everything around him. The ground cracked, and large chunks of solid rock flew into the air, turning into smaller pieces of stone, and then turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

Unfortunately, he missed.

Duke was not even nearby, and the one holding the Dry Tofu Sword was not his real self. Almost at the same time as he let his mirror clone take his sword to work, he directly activated the Invisibility Technique and ran to the ranged group in a flash.

The three Windrunner sisters stared at Duke who had sneaked here.

"How can a weak boy like me go and fight the enemy monster leader like a rough guy!" Duke said shamelessly with confidence.

If one had not witnessed Duke’s heroic deeds, such as beating up Neltharion and making a desperate attack to destroy Archimonde, anyone would have thought that Duke was a coward.

Sylvanas rolled her eyes at Duke.

But Alleria said: "Protect Duke!"

It’s not about life or death, but about the recovery of magic power.

The Awakening magic that Duke activated was a special method to stimulate the already overloaded magic circuit to return to its original position, allowing a large amount of magic power to refill it.

This has a premise. In the "awakening" state, Duke cannot move, not even a finger. Once the casting posture is interrupted in advance, every second of awakening is less, the loss may be equivalent to the mana of Master Grand Magus’s one thousand top-level fireballs.

The three sisters, who were in tune with each other, stood in a standard equilateral triangle, protecting Duke firmly in the middle.

The 10-second awakening seemed short but also very long. When Duke put down his raised hands, the three sisters secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Alleria glanced at the Saffron Herald who was still foolishly playing hide-and-seek with Duke’s mirror image in the distance, and suddenly sighed: Duke is obviously a mage, but he plays like a thief. It was because he was stabbed hard just now that the guy mistakenly believed that Duke was a sneak attack guy... When Duke’s magic power was exhausted just now, this guy didn’t seize the opportunity to fight back, and now he has no hope.

The main force of the Heroes’ Regiment was attacking the Incinerator Gulemag, while other warriors and knights carrying elite guards were also not left behind.

Duke knew at a glance that every guy was claiming to be fighting the monster, but in fact they were all secretly trying to kill it.

You Duke can take on a boss by yourself, so it should be okay for me to kill one or two rare elites alone, right?

Magni relied on the long duration of his talent skill God Descending to Earth, and when he saw that everyone was almost done fighting, he simply transformed.

The silver metal body that looked like a small hill startled the three guards opposite him. By the time they wanted to run, it was too late.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Magni smashed the ground with his hammer to launch Thunder Strike!

The powerful electric current paralyzed the bodies of the three elite guards. Magni took a gorgeous leap with his short legs, which were still short in proportion after he grew bigger, and threw his Storm Hammer in the air.

This is the real Azeroth, not the digitized game. Perhaps non-human creatures possess a tenacious vitality that is unimaginable to humans, but as long as they are hit in the vital parts, they will still be seriously injured or even die directly.

After Magni grew bigger, the Storm Hammer he threw out also became more than one size bigger.

The hammer, which contained the power of heavenly thunder, smashed the head of a guard into pieces. Magni swung his axe again and chopped off the neck of the guard with the arcane number 2 on his head.

In addition to Magni, Gavinrad and others also made gains.

Of course, the greatest victory came from Duke.

The power of the fire demon leader is based on its seemingly endless skills and magic. For those who fight for the first time, every fire demon leader means unknown and danger.

Duke was familiar with everything about the Saffron Herald. As long as he did not transcend his own destiny and create skills that belonged only to him and were unknown to outsiders, then he had no secrets in front of Duke.

Dozens of wizard hands were suspended in the air, pouring out Arcane Missiles continuously. Duke and more than a dozen of his illusions kept running around Sulfuron, constantly inflicting various wounds on the fire demon leader.

The new wounds were used by the magician’s hands controlled by the system, which deliberately attacked these new wounds and continuously expanded its own results.

Throw...Dodge it!

Flame Spear... flashed by!

Hand of Ragnaros... Duke can’t do anything about it, but you have the ability to use your ultimate skill continuously!

For 25,000 years, most Molten Core leaders who had little combat experience after the Overlord War only had a few tricks and lacked the ability to adapt. After the veterans of the Heroes had figured out the rules, they didn’t need Duke’s command at all. They relied on their own understanding and judgment of the battle situation to continuously attack the enemy.

Almost in no particular order, Golemagg the Incinerator and Sulfuron Herald fell.

Seeing that the two leaders who were his most respected barriers had both knelt down, and their three elite guards quickly followed suit after the Hero Group shifted their firepower, and were all killed in just twenty seconds, the administrator Executus was really scared.

He had been tortured by Onyxia and lost his temper. As timid as he was, he actually shouted on the spot: "Don’t... don’t kill me... I surrender!"

surrender!?

A large group of heroes who were sharpening their knives, ready to add another record to their achievements, were all stunned.

Everyone knows that Duke never thought of killing this guy, but this guy is too spineless.

Gavinrad whistled: "Hey! Boss, now that you have the Black Dragon Princess as your mount, you want a Fire Demon Chieftain as your housekeeper? I won’t dare to wander around your house casually anymore!"

Duke smiled and said nothing.

Duke waved his hand, and the other teams immediately went to work according to the pre-arranged plan. As the leader of the Molten Giants, the death of the Incinerator Golemagg only stopped the creation of new Molten Giants in the Molten Core, but the existing giants would not die automatically. This was a little different from the mechanism of the Molten Hound King, and Duke didn’t understand why.

It seemed that after the bloody massacre of the administrator Executus, Onyxia’s depression was greatly relieved. Before Duke even drew his nine-tailed whip, he just said a few words to her, and she happily led the main force back.

The only one left here was a standard team - Duke, Gavinrad, Calia, Vereesa and Edwin VanCleef.

Executus didn’t dare to move. If Duke wasn’t here, he might have some evil ideas. But since Duke, who just killed the Saffron Herald, was here, he wouldn’t dare to move even if he had ten more courage.

"I... I will be obedient! Don’t kill me..." Executus bent his body as much as possible, curling his long tail together, and raised his hands high. He even raised his scales to make his body look even less protected.

Edwin, the boss who should have been wiped out in the Death Mines in history, has been acting as the eyes and ears of the Edmund family for nearly twenty years. He is nicknamed by outsiders as the most loyal dog under Duke.

He slowly approached Duke: "Your eyes are flickering, be careful of fraud."

"Edwin, I know what his hand is. I’ve seen it all over time."

Edwin breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing more impressive than the prophet himself coming along to cheat.

He hid his body, but Duke could clearly see through the system markings that Edwin was very responsible and remained alert. He sneaked behind the administrator, and as long as Executus dared to attack and hurt people, he would dare to pierce the administrator’s heart.

Duke spoke: "Oh! I’m not afraid to tell you that besides the mainstream races such as elves, dwarves and gnomes, my subordinates also include creatures such as Naga and murlocs who have served me for twenty years. Recently, I have even adopted the black dragon princess Onyxia as my mount. If you sincerely serve me, I don’t mind having an extra fire demon steward. What I’m afraid of is... you still want to lead us to the core of Molten Core, suddenly lure out Ragnaros, and destroy us..."

The last sentence was spoken slowly, but was full of pressure.

Duke immediately exposed Executus’s last trick, which frightened him to death! He kowtowed repeatedly.

"Well! I have no interest in your life. Take me to your treasure hidden high up in the mountains. I know you have a lovely chest..."

Axotus was sweating profusely. He had no idea why this human knew about the treasure chest that he had hidden so well in his lair. He had brought it out secretly from the Fire Elemental World, and for hundreds of years, no one except himself had known about it.

And the word "high mountain" points out the key point, telling him not to try any tricks.

The only chance to save his life is to summon his boss Ragnaros. But Ragnaros is not on the mountain!

Seeing that Duke had frightened the other party into a daze with just a few words and looked completely dumbfounded, Vereesa was also giggling.

Just as Duke and his team controlled Executus, the battle on the other side began to draw to a close. It took the coalition forces more than a day to clear out the Molten Giants and the Flame Kings that attacked the water elemental base.

Everyone is exhausted.

tired!

But worth it!

Every hero has a smile on his face.

Even several powerful men in the Horde temporarily forgot about the failure of Blackwing Lair and enjoyed the joy of victory. They drank the strong liquor specially transported from Ironforge with wooden rimmed wine glasses the size of a small barrel, and laughed heartily.

Perhaps, only by comparison can we know the difference.

Following Duke meant continuous victory, but working alone was extremely difficult. If it weren’t for the unforgettable hatred between the Alliance and the Horde, perhaps deeper cooperation would have been achieved, and even the Horde joining the Alliance would not have been impossible.

"What a pity..." Vol’jin sighed.

Since they had controlled Executus, the locations of all the fire runes were clearly marked. There were still many fire elemental monsters blocking the road, so in order to save time, Duke directly asked Onyxia to carry two strong teams and Duke Hydrasis to put out the fire.

Thanks to countless rehearsals beforehand and the presence of Duke, the master of dispatch, everything seemed so orderly.

First, all the fire runes were destroyed to prevent future troubles. Then the heroic group advanced, followed by the elite group of water elements to clean up the remnants and maintain the safety of the supply lines. Finally, the dwarf and gnome engineering teams drove over in an endless stream.

During this time, Duke continued to squeeze the dry goods out of the administrator, Executus.

"How much of Ragnaros’ power has been restored?"

"How much energy did it put into this clone?"

"What is the geology like near the Fire Rune?"

The system AI scanned Executus at a frequency of one hundred times per second, recording data such as the dilation of his pupils, heartbeat, and breathing.

Duke had never actually used a lie detector. He simply let the system AI simulate a lie detection program based on the general principle of the lie detector. Then, no matter what, as long as the system prompted that Executus’s credibility was less than 80%, Duke would directly switch to shadow priest and use a Mind Whiplash or Mind Blast to teach him what it means to be a qualified prisoner.

Because Duke set the standards too high, people in Excelsior were mostly unlucky, and there were countless false and wrongful convictions.

Duke didn’t care, because according to the original history, Executus was a guy with a traitorous mind. He surrendered to the players on the surface, but actually summoned Ragnaros, hoping that his master could deal with the players. However, his master was also a hot-tempered master, and before dealing with the players, he dealt with Executus first.

With one blow from the famous Hand of Sulfuras Ragnaros, Executus, the ninth boss of Molten Core who had been managing Molten Core for Ragnaros for hundreds of years, was completely destroyed both physically and spiritually.

Especially when this guy dared to play tricks and gave Duke a fake treasure chest, Duke turned around and ordered: "Onyxia, eat his tail."

"No! No! I confess. I still have a small treasure chest. Ah... wait, I’ve already confessed. Ahhhh——"

After offering her neck and being bitten by Duke for a dragon training, Onyxia seemed very docile. She also let go of her spiritual world and let Duke search and plunder.

Duke even found some clues of N’Zoth in it. After all, N’Zoth’s mental power had been here once, and Duke himself didn’t believe that he didn’t leave something behind.

After Duke carefully scanned Onyxia’s memories since her birth with the system AI, he did not destroy her memories, because a naive black dragon was not in Duke’s interest. He just performed an action similar to formatting a computer hard drive in the unknown area outside of Onyxia’s memory.

This certainly brought some pain to Onyxia, but she quickly accepted the fact because Duke told her that this was the mark he had left in her soul.

Now, Duke was not worried that Onyxia would turn the tables, but was worried that she would become a pure mount. It was necessary to retain a certain degree of her ferocity.

Let Onyxia bite off Executus’ tail alive, and then bite his tail into pieces and swallow it in front of the poor guy’s face. This is the best way Duke can deter this guy.

"Plop! Plop!" Bright red blood splashed out from the intersecting sharp dragon teeth and flowed on the ground. Feeling the tearing pain coming from his butt, Executus was really scared to pee.

"No! I was wrong! I was wrong! Don’t kill me--" he begged continuously.

Under the watchful eyes of Duke and other heroes, he finally took out his real treasure.

When everyone saw the powerful natural and sacred aura coming out of the box at the same time, everyone’s eyes were fixed on it.

Except for a certain captive who had lost a lot of treasures and had no status...

"This is..." Vereesa rarely could control herself and picked up a leaf that exuded an intoxicating green scent.

Vereesa could clearly feel the leaf’s attraction to her, and even seemed to be guiding her to go somewhere and do something. She let go of the leaf as if frightened, because something with spiritual power or even self-will was definitely not an ordinary thing.

"Is there a problem?!" Alleria was very nervous. She almost drew the dagger from her waist and put it on Executus’ neck.

Before the poor Executus could explain himself, Duke was the first to define the matter.

Duke smiled and said, "No! It’s okay! That is an extremely rare treasure Ancient Leaf. It’s a good thing. It can be said that it is the best self-affirmation that hunters and rangers of this era can get."

"Is it a bow?" Alleria asked.

"Give it to the eldest sister and the third sister first!" Sylvanas said immediately.

Duke understood what Sylvanas meant, but he could only smile bitterly: "First of all, there are exactly four Ancient Leaves here... and, if I remember correctly, at the very end, the longbow you can get is not as good as the bow you have now! So this is more like an experience."

"Is that so..." Sylvanas was a little disappointed.

At the beginning, it was Alleria and Vereesa who followed Duke. The Phoenix Sunfury Longbow they got in Karazhan made Sylvanas envious for a long time.

However, after Queen Sylvanas, Lirath and Tyrande obtained three higher quality and better Flash Bows from Archimonde, Alleria and Vereesa became slightly behind in equipment.

The four Windrunner sisters did not remain disappointed for long, because at this point, apart from the equipment factor, their skills had already been improved to almost the extreme. To enter the demigod realm, they obviously needed more experience, sublimation, and even adventures.

The four sisters were very happy to receive the Ancient Leaves.

Another thing that made Duke happy was the four Holy Eyes. As long as he got the corresponding Shadow Eye, he could get the only proof of being a great priest in this era - Blessing.

Just talking about Blessing is actually not accurate, because after completing this epic quest exclusively for priests triggered by Eye of the Holy, the weapon obtained is a priest fetish that can be freely switched between the sacred Blessing and the shadow Curse.

Even in the future, any priest without Blessing/Curse will be regarded as an unqualified priest by the old people who have experienced Molten Core before.

Thinking back to the time before Du traveled through time, because there were too many mages in the game and it was difficult to get along, the leader forced him to train a priest trumpet to make it easier to find a job. That’s how Duke became the chief priest of the group and even the guild...

Ahem! Perhaps this is why Du is so skilled at being a part-time pastor.

Duke, who has awesome equipment, certainly doesn’t need Blessing, but the new members Calia and Sally need it!

Before returning from the War of the Ancients, Duke had never thought that these two would join the Heroes Group. He had not reserved any equipment for them. Now, weapons of the Molten Core level were definitely the best of the best for newcomers.

It doesn’t matter if Calia changed from the lowest-grade epic staff Staff of Jordan to Blessing.

Sally Whitemane directly switched from a completely inferior fine-grade staff Greatstaff of Justice to Blessing.

Looking at Duke’s praying projection based on his memory, Sally was so excited that she almost ran up to kiss Duke.

Basically, after sweeping all nine bosses in Molten Core, newcomers will gain a lot.

Didn’t you see that the Varian trio, who were so poor before, are now shining with purple light? Even a marginal figure like Jaina Golden Sword, who theoretically almost became Jaina’s stepmother, got a one-handed magic sword Azure Sky Song that countless mages fought for before Duke crossed over.

There was no other way! The guys who had been with Duke on Mount Hyjal were already better equipped than these newcomers. The old members were not wanted, so they had to be given to the newcomers.

Of course, there are some dramatic scenes.

Look!

Valeera LS Gunnar, who had also been through a long hard time with Varian, ran to Vanessa after getting the Molten Fang dagger from Executus, and compared her dagger with Vanessa’s. Then, of course... Valeera burst into tears...

Alas! Comparing yourself with others will only make you angry!

You can compare yourself with anyone else, but you have to compare yourself with Vanessa, who has been with Duke the longest, who is called a maid but is actually a thug and a complaining robot.

Duke shook his head and thought to himself: Girl! You are asking for trouble!

Unexpectedly, Duke did not choose to gather all the heroes to attack Ragnaros immediately. Instead, he slowed down the offensive. On the one hand, he organized armed parades of heroes in front of Blackwing Lair from time to time. On the other hand, he even had time to let the kings and dignitaries take turns to rest and rush back to the country to handle government affairs.

Time just like that, it was September 21 of the Dark Portal.

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Nefarian, the former Black Dragon Prince and now the Black Dragon King, is no fool. He was puzzled and uneasy about Duke’s demonstration.

Because the Alliance’s heroes slowed down their offensive and even had time to parade at the entrance of Blackwing Lair, this sounded the alarm for him. He certainly knew what kind of people the Blackhand brothers were. At a time when the Alliance’s strongest force was free, the Blackhand brothers dared to leave Blackrock Mountain, which was looking for death.

In addition, all the fire elemental monsters sent out by Molten Core were recalled, and Nefarian, who had lost the cover from the rear, had to order the Blackrock orcs to retreat.

There was another thing that almost drove Nefarian crazy - the dignified black dragon princess Onyxia actually surrendered after being defeated and was willing to become the mount of the human wizard Edmund Duke.

At first, Nefarian thought it was a smoke bomb released by humans. Later, when Nefarian’s shadow clone was on the front line to supervise the retreat, he happened to see Onyxia coming to launch an air strike on the retreating Blackrock orcs. Nefarian then realized that his sister was really corrupted!

"Onyxia! Are you crazy? How could you become a running dog of humans?!" The humanoid illusion of Nefarian roared at the familiar figure in the sky.

To be honest, Onyxia didn’t want to face her brother in this way!

This scene is like a female student from a certain island country, pretending to be a good girl during the day and working as a hostess at night, and then she ran into her own brother while rescuing someone...

The nonsense and nonsense in it are so embarrassing that I want to die just imagining it!

At that moment, Onyxia’s dozens of meters long dragon body twitched obviously. The dragon’s neck, which was originally extremely flexible and snake-like, seemed like some kind of rusted machine and could not turn for a long time.

For a few seconds, Onyxia wanted to just walk away, to escape reality.

In the end, she stopped, flapped her huge black wings that were basically healed and had no holes, and hovered not far above Nefarian’s illusion.

"Hey! My dear brother, do you want to say that I have brought shame upon the dragon race? Well, considering that Alexstrasza was once captured and tortured like a dog by the orcs, I want to say that I am not the most shameful one."

Onyxia’s unambitious comparison almost made Nefarian faint with anger!

"Where is your ambition! Where is your arrogance! Where is your dignity as a dragon!?" Nefarian roared to the sky.

She seemed to shrug, but also seemed not to.

"I’m sorry! My big brother. These things are so insignificant in front of the power of destiny! When you have the chance to face Duke, you will know that you are actually fighting against the God of Destiny!"

"You..." Nefarian was choked and speechless. After a long while, he managed to utter: "You are willing to degenerate and even become a mount and lackey of humans, just to go against me? Don’t forget! You are no match for me--"

Onyxia said indifferently: "Fallen? Maybe! Although now humans are saying that I have turned from evil to good, I have never thought about fighting you. Or, with Duke’s encouragement, I might really have the courage to fight you."

Nefarian suddenly remembered something: "Wait! Oni, you...Did Duke bite you on the back of the neck?"

Rarely, Onyxia’s dark dragon face flushed red. To mortals, this was completely invisible, but Nefarian, a fellow dragon, could see it at a glance.

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

At this moment, Nefarian collapsed!

Whether he admits it or not, he seems to have become the cheap brother-in-law of a lowly human being whom he looks down upon!

If he was not an illusion but the real person, he would probably have vomited three liters of blood at this moment.

"You! You piece of trash! From today on, I will no longer acknowledge that I have a shameful sister like you! You are exiled, Onyxia - every black dragon will regard you as an enemy..." Nefarian was making harsh remarks, but the shitty thing was that he had only said half of it before Onyxia showed off her power and choked back all the rest of his words.

"But... Duke has already said hello to Alexstrasza! He said that after observing me for a while, Wyrmrest Temple will consider naming me the Earth Guardian!"

"Puff!" Nefarian sprayed!

If he were an old man with a bad heart, he might have a heart attack right now.

He and his father, Deathwing Neltharion, betrayed the other four dragonflights in the War of the Ancients, which is why the black Dragonflight has been suppressing the four dragonflights for thousands of years. In the black dragon circle where insidiousness and cunning are popular, most people regard Neltharion’s betrayal as a wise and heroic act.

Well, now the title and responsibilities that their father didn’t want and despised back then have now been picked up by their own sister.

Isn’t this a slap in the face of him and his dead dad?

Not only was his face swollen from being hit left and right, but his dragon’s teeth were almost knocked away.

All the harsh words, all the vicious curses that Nefarian could think of, were stuck in his throat and he couldn’t utter them for a long time.

"You...you...you are so good! You are so brave! You are so shameless and depraved, yet you have found a reason for your depravity! Onyxia! I will give you one last chance. Fly to the highest point of Blackrock Spire immediately and kneel down to beg for my mercy. Otherwise, when I am free, I will hang your dragon head on the main entrance of Blackrock Fortress and show your final fate to all the dragons in the world."

Before Onyxia could answer, she suddenly noticed the flash of a portal next to her.

A flash of light appeared, and Duke’s figure appeared on the dragon saddle on Onyxia’s back.

Duke patted her lightly, and Onyxia immediately understood what he meant. She descended directly, and her huge body shrank rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she turned into the appearance of Countess Katrana.

In front of Nefarian, Duke hugged Onyxia from behind and gently bit her neck.

"Yeah..." Onyxia didn’t resist and just let Duke do whatever he wanted.

Nefarian’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop it at all, because he was just an illusion here.

Looking at Nefarian who was shaking with anger, Duke laughed and made Onyxia gasp for breath.

"Hey! Nefarian, you seem to have forgotten something? Do you remember? Who let your father’s head hang on the main gate of the Wyrmrest Temple?"

Nefarian shuddered, and immediately recalled Duke’s past terror - yes! It was this seemingly insignificant mortal who planned the two ambushes.

The first ambush directly killed Nefarian, the strongest of the black Dragonflight.

The second ambush simply subdued Onyxia, the noblest female of the black Dragonflight.

"Yes! Nefarian, you are the target of my third hunt for the black Dragonflight—"

"Nefarian, do you dare to come out of your lair and fight me!?"

Duke’s challenge declaration is so domineering!

Onyxia’s beautiful eyes flickered, revealing a rare obsession and fanaticism. How could a noble black dragon princess succumb to a mere mortal?

right!

Only a great man with such spirit!

Only this kind of peerless strong man can drive the world forward!

Only then can she be willing to submit to him!

Witnessing Duke’s overwhelming power over her elder brother, Onyxia felt a sense of depravity or sublimation that instantly dominated her soul.

Violent and hot!

"That’s right! This kind of male is what I want!"

Duke couldn’t possibly hear Onyxia’s cry, let alone know that this was a powerful weapon aimed at people like Onyxia who worshipped the strong in their bones!

Nefarian was shocked, truly shocked.

For a moment, he almost wanted to agree to a fight with Duke right then and there.

A second later, Nefarian shrank back into his shell.

There is no other reason. Although Duke’s reputation is at its peak among mortals, it is simply infamous among the Black Dragonflight.

How did Neltharion die?

How did Onyxia descend?

Didn’t he fall into Duke’s trap and get killed?

Duke is now saying it’s a one-on-one duel, but who knows if the time will come when he will be the only one to challenge all the heroes of the Alliance and the Horde, plus his disappointing sister.

He had no idea what the Molten Core looked like, but Duke had obviously freed up his hands.

Moreover, as a rare great scientist among the Dragonflight, Nefarian has always firmly believed that as time goes by, the chance of victory is on his side!

With this in mind, his refusal was a natural consequence.

"Hehe! I refuse! You are just a mortal, not worthy of me to condescend to accept your challenge. Of course, if you and your ridiculous teammates have the guts to fight your way to my throne at the top of Blackrock Spire, I don’t mind bestowing you eternal death with my own hands! Hehehe!" After making a few pretentious weird cries, Nefarian’s phantom disappeared.

Feeling Nefarian’s will fading, Duke secretly breathed a sigh of relief and directly pulled Onyxia back to Karazhan.

As soon as she came out of the portal, Onyxia turned around and showed a bright smile with a blush: "Hey! My dear master, why do I feel that you don’t want my brother to come out and fight with you?"

Duke slapped the dragon’s butt, and Onyxia immediately let out a coquettish cry.

"Any sensible commander would not want to fight on two fronts. Because that often means defeat. Although we used Executus to deceive the sleeping Ragnaros, the extinguishing of the fire rune will eventually touch his nerves. Now, the only way is to scare Nefarian and prevent him from escaping, so that we can free up time to deal with Ragnaros in one go. Of course, if Nefarian runs out to die in advance, it is also a good option."

Onyxia’s cunning eyes turned: "You are afraid that my eldest brother will run out when we are dealing with the Fire Demon King! So you deliberately shocked him... Will this work?"

Duke’s eyes gleamed, "Hehe! I can’t afford the gamble, so how can he afford it? After all, I am a man with the two great titles of Dragon Slayer and Dragon Subduer. Since you Black Dragons love to play tricks so much, he will naturally think too much. Thinking too much means poor decision-making. Nefarian will never dare to come out before his research is completed."

"Aren’t you afraid of my brother’s research..."

"Your brother’s research is nothing to someone who has peered into his fate."

Destiny...?

Onyxia felt her heart being tugged at. She was not afraid of the strong, retribution, or revenge, but she was afraid of her fate.

What’s more, when you are facing someone who knows all your cards but you are helpless against him, the deepest despair will definitely drive her crazy.

It was this helplessness, despair and mentality of escaping for survival that led to her surrender.

Suddenly, Onyxia fell to her knees.

"Um?"

"Master, you know what? You were so domineering just now. I like it..."

"Huh?" Duke realized something was wrong: "Wait, what are you going to do?"

"Don’t you always ask me to taste the dragon whip? Now I take the initiative to taste it!" Looking up, Onyxia gave Duke a charming and slightly enchanting look.

Duke’s bones suddenly became soft...

Dragon taming was just a sideshow, Duke’s attention was still focused on Molten Core. During this time, Ragnaros showed signs of waking up twice, but Duke’s controlled Executus brushed it off.

Finally, on September 16, the great craftsman Gelbin and Duke Hydrasis came to visit together.

"Duke! Everything is ready!" A dwarf and a water elemental, two species that are obviously very different, but at this moment they have the same fanaticism in their eyes.

Duke smiled: "I knew you could do it."

On September 18, the Alliance and the Horde deployed almost all the powerful men they could.

On the Horde side, only Thrall was left to guard the main city.

On the Alliance side, General Abendis guarded the continent of Lordaeron, Brian Bronzebeard and Reginald Windsor led their armies to block the Searing Gorge and the Burning Plains, and Turalyon stayed in front of the Dark Portal. All the other guys in the hero realms were involved in this battle that would determine the fate of the Eastern Kingdoms and even the entire Azeroth.

If he fails, the angry Ragnaros will most likely destroy not just half of the Redridge Mountains, but the entire southern continent.

The air around them was still hot and suffocating. Grom and other heroes of the Horde felt uncomfortable with the cooling spray installed on their shoulders and the strange masks tied on their left shoulders that could be worn at any time.

But seeing that all the heroes in the Alliance were wearing it like this, I could only force myself to use it.

Fortunately, the operation is simple. In theory, just press any white button on the left or right shoulder to continuously spray cold mist. According to Gelbin, this can prevent them from inhaling excessive amounts of hot gas and suffocating to death.

Watching the administrator Executus, who was supposed to be one of the leaders of Molten Core, listening to Duke’s lecture like a grandson, Vol’jin felt a strange sense of joy.

For some reason, Vol’jin had a feeling that the hunt for the Firelord would be quite successful this time.

It’s not just him. Obviously, everyone is about to face Ragnaros, a powerful elemental demigod second only to the Old Gods. But when everyone thinks about the fact that Duke had killed so many powerful people before and had almost never been defeated, and at most he let Arthas escape, everyone seems full of confidence.

This is a little northeast of the central part of the Molten Core. As everyone watched Executus walk towards the huge lava pool in the center of the spiral land, they finally began to get nervous.

Have to be nervous!

Because the terrain here is so bad.

In a sense, this place is very similar to the disc-shaped mosquito coils that Du often used before he traveled through time, with circles and circles.

The lava blocks are about ten meters wide and can be walked after cooling down. There are always rivers of lava flowing on both sides. It is so hot that ordinary people would be killed immediately if they fell into it.

Even if you are wearing multiple pieces of fire-resistant equipment, you won’t be able to hold out for long.

As early as when he was scouting the area, the brave Grom had tried it. If he jumped down wearing almost a full set of black iron plate armor, he could probably hold out for a minute without being burned to death. If it was longer, even God could not save him.

Even so, the other team members wearing three pieces of fire-resistant equipment could only last for twenty seconds at most if they were in good health. Unless they were rescued by a healing spell in the middle, they would still die.

It’s a pity that other team members cannot wear as many fire-resistant equipment as the warrior responsible for carrying Ragnaros, otherwise their own attack output capabilities will be weakened.

It’s almost midnight, which is the most suitable time of the day to attack. Although the impact on a being like the Fire Demon King is negligible, it’s good to have a better chance of winning.

Everyone heard Duke yell, "Final three minutes! Everyone, please check your status again."

King’s Blessing

Blessing of Strength

Wisdom Blessing

...

Arcane Wisdom

In addition to these, Magni, who was responsible for carrying Ragnaros, began to swallow Lung Cocktail made from wild boar lung slices from the Cursed Land, and drank Titan Potion, all of which could increase his endurance.

The rangers checked each of their arrows, and the thieves carefully coated their weapons with special potions.

Of course, nothing can compare to one enchantment - the Fire Extinguishing enchantment provided exclusively by the Hydrashia water element.

This enchantment state, which did not appear in the original history, can easily convert the attack power of cold weapons into special water element damage. Even thieves can use a dagger to stab Ragnaros, who is a collection of fire elements.

This is the key to this battle.

"Everyone is ready. Please report, team leaders!" Duke shouted again.

"One set completed!"

"Team Two has it done!"

...

When everything was ready, Duke finally nodded to Executus who was trembling beside him.

The administrator trembled and gave a final warning: "You are desperate to uncover the secret of the Son of Flame. You will pay a heavy price for this reckless behavior."

At this point, it was still no different from the original history, but who knew that the next topic would change: "Why not... let’s give up. Once I summon the real master of this place, all existences will face his endless anger directly... Not only your insignificant lives, but also my life will soon end."

Huh? Wait! Something seems wrong?

Forget it, never mind him, he’s going to die anyway!

Duke curled his lips, and Onyxia in human form came over with a malicious smile.

At that moment, Executus shuddered, his buttocks trembled, and he habitually shook his tail. In the past, his long tail would have responded to him. Now most of the tail was gone, and now, let alone swimming fast, he could not even stand steadily.

The Black Dragon Princess left a huge psychological shadow on him!

"I...I’ll do it!"

Under everyone’s gaze, Executus raised his hands high, looking like a charlatan. After chanting a string of fire spells that no one could understand, he said with a sad face: "Ragnaros - the Lord of Fire, he is older than the world itself. Now everything is too late. You and I, surrender to him, surrender to the doomsday of all people!"

No one paid any attention to his dog-like wail; everyone focused their attention on the center.

Every being could clearly feel that the central lava pool, which had been calm a moment ago, suddenly began to boil.

It’s like a fountain, spraying higher and higher.

Then, in less than three seconds, the high-spurting magma and the free fire elements in the air gathered together at a high speed, forming a breathtaking huge figure.

Below is a cone-shaped lower body of nearly ten fire tornadoes that converge in a clockwise or counterclockwise direction.

Going up, there is a "slender waist" that is somewhat disproportionate to its sturdy body.

Further up, there was an inverted triangle upper body, and on the abdomen, there were dozens of golden metal plates that seemed to be inlaid on it, protecting Ragnaros’s abdomen. Then there was a clearly defined breastplate, shoulder armor made of three sharp rocks, and arm armor that kept flashing with fire.

On the back was a pair of "wings" that looked like flying wings, and on that huge right arm was holding a huge artifact hammer with a hammer head as big as a house - Hand of Sulfuras Ragnaros the Firelord!

Looking at the golden light on the hammer and the huge metal protrusions on the hammer head, I couldn’t imagine what would happen to a mortal if he was hit by such a huge hammer.

When Ragnaros woke up, he immediately found his servant, who knelt before him humbly. He didn’t care what the reason was, and asked, "Why did you wake me up? Executus, why did you disturb me?"

Executus glanced at Duke not far behind him and said the words he had prepared earlier: "It’s because of these invaders. They broke into your temple and wanted to steal your secrets."

Duke narrowed his eyes. He compared his memory with the records of everyone’s conversations left on his retina by the system AI, and he finally found something wrong.

Executus did not address Raghu as ’Master’.

Huh? What the hell is this?

Even so, Ragnaros was as expected and became furious: "Fool, you let these worthless bugs into this sacred place, and now you have led them to me. You disappoint me, Executus, you disappoint me!"

After that, Ragnaros didn’t even swing his hammer, but raised his left hand high. Every mage could feel that a large amount of fire elements turned into streams of light and were forcibly pulled out of Executus’ chest by Ragnaros.

"My fire, please don’t take my fire away from me," screamed Executus.

Unfortunately, his power was given by Ragnaros. So was his life.

When the Fire Demon King took back all of this, he fell to the ground like a dead snake, and fell into the lava pool with a plop.

Ragnaros turned around and angrily said to Duke and his party: "Now it is your turn. You foolishly pursued the power of Ragnaros, and now you are about to see it with your own eyes. Die - mortal!"

With words that rumbled like thunder, Ragnaros, the Firelord, raised his huge red and black warhammer high in the air.

At this moment, all the heroes in the entire heroic group remained unmoved, and only Duke snapped his fingers.

"Long——"

"Boom boom boom—"

Suddenly, a roar came from the distance, shaking the entire lava world.

Ragnaros was suddenly stunned: "This is..."

The sound spread from far away to near at high speed, and then even the top wall of the huge rock cave where Ragnaros was located began to shake. Under the light of the lava fire, the stone pillars and load-bearing rock walls supporting the huge cave creaked and shook, and sand and stones fell down one after another, as if this not-so-small space would collapse at any time because it could not withstand the violent earthquake.

Ragnaros himself is the most gigantic fire element, and mortals cannot tell anything from his so-called expression.

As the overlord of the elemental world who once roamed the ancient times and also occupied a place on the ancient continent of Kalimdor, Ragnaros’s power is more than extraordinary.

"Mortal! What have you done!?"

His roar, accompanied by overwhelming pressure, spread out in all directions; his roar alone aroused a reaction from the lava rivers on both sides of the rocky road.

It was as if every drop of hot lava around him raised its temperature by thousands of degrees after hearing his voice.

The lava river made a continuous gurgling and boiling sound, as if the fanatics were praising Ragnaros’s name as the ’burning world’, the ’lord of the fire purgatory’, and the mighty name of the Fire Lord.

The melee professionals who were closest to the Fire Demon King bore the brunt of the attack. After all, most of them were battle-hardened and determined people.

Calia and Sally, who were participating in a battle of this level for the first time, looked pale. Perhaps because they were frightened or because the temperature was too hot, sweat was pouring down their foreheads, forming small streams that flowed down their pretty faces.

There was a flash of darkness and a flash of red in their eyes. Their wills were like a lonely boat that had strayed into a river of lava and could be swallowed up by the hell of fire at any time.

Just as they were trying to hold the newly acquired epic priest staff Blessing in their hands, encouraging themselves with the proof of the priest’s will and not succumbing to the terrible pressure of the Fire Demon King, the cold breath that had been protecting every strong person suddenly intensified.

"Hey! Ragnaros, the Firelord! It seems that you haven’t learned enough lessons from the failure in the War of Domination! Have you slept for too long and forgotten that this is already the age of mortals?" Duke’s understated but clear voice startled the weaker members.

The frosty aura emanating from Duke was so strong that even Sylvanas, who was a little closer to him, felt a little overwhelmed. Her face turned pale and her teeth began to chatter.

Even so, the stubborn Sylvanas never left Duke’s side.

"Sorry!" Duke turned his head and said softly, then quickly adjusted his magic circuit and frost element output.

Jaina and Rhonin looked at Teacher Duke in great surprise. It was the first time they saw Duke use all his frost magic.

After entering the Molten Core, he repeatedly reminded Rhonin that personal strength is always limited, and there is no need to use Dawn-level magic to fight against the entire fire world.

Why is Duke now taking the lead in violating this iron rule?

Could he dare to use his mere mortal strength to fight against a demigod-level elemental king who had the advantage of terrain! ?

Duke draws his sword!

Although it was a bit inappropriate for the strongest wizard to use a sword to chop people, Duke did use the sword.

More than 50% of the magic power in his body was poured into this sword, shooting out towards Ragnaros’s left arm.

A ray of icy cold light cut through the sky, and in the field of vision, it split this scorching hot world diagonally into two halves.

In the sky full of Mars.

All beings, including the fire elemental servants lurking in the lava river, saw Ragnaros’s right arm suddenly burst into sparks, and then a huge hole large enough for a carriage to pass through was torn open in the arm below the right wrist.

There was still a hint of coldness on the hole, and frost elements were swirling there, like an ice tornado, fighting against and consuming the endless fire elements coming from Ragnaros’ body.

The heroes of the Alliance and the Horde opened their mouths in surprise.

They couldn’t understand why.

From the frost breath that instantly descended from Duke, it could be seen that this at least consumed a considerable portion of Duke’s magic power. In their view, this was simply an egg hitting a stone.

Why would Duke make such an unwise spending move?

Ragnaros grinned, but his smile froze the next second because he seemed to hear the most incredible voice in his life.

Duke’s seemingly reckless attack was just the beginning, far from the end.

When Duke’s frost sword pierced through Ragnaros, the remaining force of the sword light shot directly into a huge lava rock wall 250 meters away from the back of the Fire Demon King. The cold light sank deeply into it, as if there was no sound anymore.

Just a moment later, a rustling sound came from deep in the stone wall, as if something was shattered, as if Duke’s sword had touched some taboo in the stone wall.

There was a loud bang, and a huge column of water suddenly gushed out from the deep cave, which was unknown how deep it was. In an instant, the temperature of the entire huge cave was lowered by at least ten degrees Celsius.

Duke swung up the magic sword Gandalf. This time the sword’s light was not as strong as last time, but it was still sharp.

Pointing east and hitting west, pointing south and shooting north, even if Rag wanted to stop him, he couldn’t stop Duke from destroying the huge rock walls around him at high speed.

When the originally solid rock layers cracked and more water columns gushed out.

In this space originally surrounded by flames and stones, everyone saw a miraculous sight that they would never forget:

Countless large and small water columns sprayed huge amounts of water towards the Fire Demon King like nozzles.

However, all the moisture was instantly evaporated by the high heat around the Lord of Fire before it reached his huge body, and visible clouds appeared around Ragnaros.

That was the water vapor evaporated by his high temperature. The water vapor did not hit Rag directly, but rose slowly and swirled above his forehead to form white clouds.

Duke smiled evilly: "Sorry! Great Fire Lord, it seems that your Molten Core will become history from today!"

At this moment, huge cracks appeared everywhere inside the Molten Core. They extended in all directions, splitting left and right, forming a deep valley and two roughly parallel edges on the ground. When they spread to the edge of the lava rivers, the overflowing lava inevitably began to pour into the huge valley.

However, at the bottom of the valley, a huge amount of sea water was also gushing out.

Fire and water collided violently in every corner of the Molten Core, making a loud "sizzling" sound, and steam rose everywhere due to the high heat.

"Impossible! How did you do it!?" Ragnaros finally exclaimed.

Duke gracefully drew a semicircle with his hand from right to left, and finally placed it on his left shoulder, performing a noble salute.

"This is the perfect combination of science and magic!"

From the very beginning, Duke never thought that he could just rely on forty friends to rush into Molten Core and kill Ragnaros.

The real Molten Core is not that simple at all.

At the very least, during these months of travel, Duke’s system had scanned traces of Ragnaros’ power everywhere.

How could a fire elemental demigod who could spread his power throughout his entire territory be defeated by simply killing his original body?

Duke had to make a worst-case plan - the entire Molten Core was backed by Ragnaros, or even more exaggerated, Molten Core was Ragnaros, and Ragnaros and this underground fire world were combined into one.

Using mortal strength to fight against the entire flaming world, what’s the difference between this and a fool sticking his penis into the soil and saying that he has pushed the entire planet?

Ignorant and ridiculous!

All Duke has to do is to use the power of the Hydratian water element and with the help of the dwarf miners to destroy the entire Molten Core.

Sounds fantastical, doesn’t it?

But after carefully studying and comparing the ancient Kalimdor continent and the current continents of Azeroth, Duke came to a surprising conclusion - the four largest continents of Azeroth are likely to be floating islands or semi-floating islands that are not closely connected to the earth’s crust.

Think about it, it was because the Well of Eternity exploded that the entire continent was blown into four large pieces, which gave rise to today’s Kalimdor, Eastern Kingdoms, Northrend, and Pandaria.

However, ten thousand years ago, these four continents were not in their current locations. Originally, this location was an endless deep sea.

As a college time traveler who understands the theory of continental drift, Duke is sensitive to the fact that the foundations under the continents are not solid. It is very likely that the four continents exploded and then hit a huge bulge on the seabed, and then they were fixed and became what they are today.

With the help of the Hydrashia water elementals, Duke finally realized that Ragnaros had activated a huge active volcano originally located in the deep sea, and through the eruption of volcanic magma, he created a "fire channel" from the bottom of the Eastern Kingdom continent all the way to the floating continent.

Duke didn’t know whether this passage was as solid as he imagined.

All Duke needs to know is that about one thousand meters below the entire Molten Core is actually the ocean.

The next step is a natural progression.

The dwarf craftsmen once introduced a shield machine invented by a certain Du, which was specifically used for digging holes. Within a few years, they dug an underground tunnel from Ironforge to Stormwind City. With the help of water elements such as Duke Hydrasis, they easily found dozens of shortcuts to the ocean.

At the moment when Duke and Ragnaros started fighting, the dwarf craftsmen at various nodes detonated the last thin layer of rock and then escaped through the pre-prepared portal.

While Duke and Ragnaros were fighting each other, 20% of the Firelord’s precious territory had been flooded...

At this time, the heroes of the Hero Group finally understood why Duke asked them to prepare the underwater breathing magic prepared for them by the Hydrashia water elementals, plus the underwater breathing apparatus made by the dwarf engineering.

At worst, we can flood the entire Molten Core and start a water battle with Ragnaros.

It is certainly inconvenient for humans, elves, orcs and the like to fight water battles, but as a fire elemental like Ragnaros, do you dare to play a water battle with mortals?

Ragnaros, who was already extremely violent, became even crazier!

"Mortal! I don’t care who you are!? I will make you pay for this now--" The moment Rag roared, the huge Fire Demon’s hammer smashed down.

The huge roar gave people the feeling that a mountain was falling from the sky.

"Hey! Want to kill someone? Have you asked me, the shorty?" Shorty Magni quickly activated God Descends to Earth and turned into a big shorty Magni.

Although his body proportion of being taller than wide looks a bit ridiculous, he is still very reliable as a real strong man!

The axe and hammer in his hands, which were also made of silver metal, crossed in mid-air, firmly blocking the hammer’s path.

"Bang——"

With a loud bang, the collision of three weapons created a huge shock wave, which blew Duke’s cloak flying as he hid behind Magni.

Duke was unmoved.

This courage alone, without blinking an eye, is enough to impress onlookers.

"Ragnaros, are you really not going to do anything? We are not ants that you can kill at will, but if you don’t save your territory, your hundreds of years of effort will be wasted." Duke reminded Ragnaros sarcastically.

Duke guessed right!

The entire Molten Core is part of Ragnaros’ body and the source of his power.

The Dark Iron Dwarves summoning him was an accident, but also inevitable. Rag had long been plotting to return to the earth. But his power was not enough to burn the entire earth, not even enough to deal with the Eastern Kingdoms. So for hundreds of years, he painstakingly accumulated and brought up the lava from the depths of Azeroth and piled it up in the Molten Core.

Stored here are his energy, his ammunition, and his treasure!

If he could quickly kill Duke and the others, he could certainly turn around and deal with the flooding crisis in Molten Core.

On the contrary, if he cannot deal with Duke and his group quickly, he will have to make a choice.

No matter what choice he makes, Duke will definitely make a profit!

"Damn it--" Ragnaros roared and raised his left hand high.

The earth suddenly made a roar.

Unlike the previous passive boom, this time Ragnaros took the initiative to change the entire geographical structure of Molten Core.

Although the heroes were not very clear about the situation outside, they could still see a curved crack extending along the spiral pool of fire. This obviously circular arc seemed to separate the entire pool of fire from the outside world.

The next second, the solid rock layers began to rise high, as if they were about to form a dam, no, a high mountain that would completely isolate the sea water and separate the entire pool of fire from the outside world.

Not only here, but also in the distance, there were rumbling sounds, and more mountains were rising. Ragnaros tried to separate the various areas of Molten Core by cutting off his own arm, and to keep as much territory as possible.

Not to mention Varian and other newcomers in the hero group who have little experience and knowledge, even women like Jaina who have participated in many wars couldn’t help but cover their mouths.

Moving mountains and rivers, using raised mountains to resist the ocean that is enough to extinguish all fires, this kind of amazing power that can overturn rivers and seas is definitely the ultimate that mortals can only look up to.

The true power of the divine realm has not appeared on this land for tens of thousands of years. When almost all the ancient gods were sealed in the Domination War and the last batch of demigods died in the Ancient War, there was no such legend in the mortal world, especially in the Eastern Kingdoms.

And today.

The most exaggerated power, which was only described in a few words in the oldest human poems, was finally revealed to mortals.

Even the bravest and most daring mortal warriors could not imagine what would happen to them when they, who only possessed mortal powers, faced such a terrifying demigod of fire.

However, there is no doubt that it is the mortals who have the upper hand now!

All of this is because of a great hero who is capable of allowing mortals to stand tall on earth and be on equal footing with demigods and true gods—Edmund Duke!

Months of preparation are now showing results!

Duke raised his head forty-five degrees, staring at Ragnaros’ figure that was at least fifteen stories tall, with a certain fanaticism on his face.

That is the forbidden excitement of challenging authority and absolute power.

This time, the one standing in his way was no longer an outsider weakened by the Titan magic circle, but a real, extremely powerful local demigod.

He is not a single individual like Onyxia, but a top demigod who is at the pinnacle of the demigod realm and controls an elemental realm!

Now, it is up to Duke to blow the horn of attack himself!

So what if Ragnaros can summon fire within a radius of thousands of miles?

I can put out all your fire with just one water attack!

Raghu, so what if you are the top demigod?

I used science and magic to block most of your power!

Come on! Go crazy! Attack!

The more power you bring from our old nest, the Land of Fire, the more I will gain!

Duke’s eyes shone brightly.

His goal is no longer on those artifacts and equipment. He has a higher goal - that is the power in Ragnaros that can allow Duke to step into the realm of God!

After all, Ragnaros had just woken up from a deep sleep, and he was still a little confused, but he immediately discovered how Duke notified his men.

"Magical message!? Humph! As the master of fire, I declare that arcane energy is prohibited in my territory."

Rhonin’s face looked a little bad, because he was shocked to find that the arcane elements outside his body, which used to communicate with him anytime and anywhere, seemed to be afraid of something, and they began to move away from him with frightened agitation.

"Hey! Ragnaros, there are so many elements such as Nature, Frost, Shadow, and Holy, why don’t you ban them all?" Duke sneered and snapped his fingers for the second time.

At this time, the water element baby who had been standing beside Duke suddenly reacted. The water element of the mage was essentially a purer magical creature and did not belong to the Hydrashia water element camp, but this did not prevent the water element from passing the information to the Duke of Hydrasis in its own way.

Outside the pool of fire, Duke Hydrasis roared, and a huge waterspout suddenly rose from his arms. The waterspout, hundreds of meters high, easily destroyed the earth barrier that Ragnaros had raised with his divine power.

"Asshole—" Rag was almost mad.

If it were a normal day, he could kill an ordinary leader of the water element formation with just one finger.

You know, in the War of Domination, he even killed the leader of the water elementals, Neptulon the Tidehunter. Why would he care about a small water elemental leader?

But now, he was still distracted by Duke and his gang, and his attention was also distracted by the huge amount of sea water. He simply could not concentrate his strength to launch a long-range attack.

Ragnaros was really angry: "I have lost my patience, you all go to hell!"

After saying that, he directly used Wrath of Ragnaros on Magni.

The state of the angel can make the dwarf king immune to most fire damage, but the powerful impact it brings still makes Magni roll out like a rolling gourd.

At this moment, Duke raised his right hand high and swung it down suddenly.

This is the charge!

Without any gap, another tall and burly figure rushed over at high speed and stood at the front of the team.

Minotaur Chieftain Cain Bloodhoof!

After putting on almost a complete set of black iron fire-resistant plate armor, he, who was already huge enough, now looked more like a war machine.

The totem pole emitting the icy blue light of water elements swept across and smashed heavily into Ragnaros’ waist with tremendous force.

"Hi! Ragnaros! I’m here to say hello to you on behalf of your water elemental father!" The old cow laughed jokingly.

Duke blinked: This old cow has mastered the skill of Taunt to perfection!

Water and fire cannot coexist!

The same is true in Azeroth.

Tens of thousands of years of resentment, plus the fact that Rag had once killed Neptulon, how could Rag bear it? Fire elementals are extremely irritable and easily angered, and Rag was easily angered. The target of the Fire Demon Hammer raised high was the damn Duke 0.5 seconds ago, but it immediately became the old bull that deserved a beating.

"Bang!" The huge flaming hammer collided violently with the totem pole, bursting out a large ball of fire.

However, with the huge strength bonus brought by the top-grade equipment, Cairne easily blocked the attack.

The old cow snorted in a very rude manner and laughed: "That big guy actually only has this much strength? Hehehehe! It doesn’t hurt! It doesn’t itch!"

If Ragnaros had legs, he would definitely kick this damn bull away.

When he was about to use his next move, the dwarf king, who had just rolled out and even bathed in the lava for a few seconds, had turned into a silver stream of light and crashed back with Intercept.

"Little Fireman! Come on! I’ll make you into a candle that never goes out and put it in the toilet of Ironforge to light up shit!"

Duke, that sweat! Can’t you be a good soldier if you don’t talk nonsense?

Mouth Cannon and taunting can be said to be a required skill for a warrior.

It seems that except for guys like Varian who are so immature that they can only focus on killing people, most of them have mastered the art of talking to make a devastating impact.

Duke had enough time to check the situation around him while rubbing his large Ice Arrow.

The four Windrunner sisters kept drawing their bows and drawing arrows, and almost every half a minute they would throw an empty quiver into the nearby lava pool.

Ragnaros was too big, and as a fire elemental leader, he didn’t have any so-called weak points. In other words, as long as he was shot, he would cause damage.

For sharpshooters of the Windrunner sisters’ level, they can hit the target with their eyes closed.

When the pressure of treatment was not too great, Tyrande also joined the shooting. Today she did not bring the famous white tiger with her. She was wearing a pure white mooncloth priest robe and playing with a bow and arrow, which was a bit out of place.

On the other side, in the mage group, a group of mages were all using ice arrows, including the poor Rhonin, who had a body of Dawn-level magic power but was forced to use ice magic that he was not familiar with.

Behind Ragnaros, several phantom-like guys were rapidly restoring the daggers in their hands. They would appear from time to time and quickly disappear into the air again. Ragnaros could sense that there were small insects behind him hurting him, but it didn’t seem that serious.

No matter how powerful you are, it’s not as satisfying as killing those two guys who keep swearing in front of you.

Of course, there is also the wizard named Duke who keeps breaking the rock barrier and bringing in seawater to cause him harm!

Ragnaros was called by mortals to remember this guy. Compared with other mortals, this mage who introduced seawater to impact him caused the highest damage. Almost every water column forced him to use a large amount of fire elements to offset it.

For him, the element of fire is both his power and his life.

He hated that guy named Duke.

"Hey! Duke! Could you please stop attracting so much attention from this big guy! Or you can carry this big guy yourself!?" Magni cursed in Dwarven, and he knew Duke could understand him.

Duke rolled his eyes, silently taking advantage of a flash of fire to release a mirror clone, then activated Invisibility and walked away.

The next moment, everyone saw a ’Duke’ being blown away by Ragnaros’s flames, croaking and falling into the lava, apparently dead.

Everyone also saw that a shameless guy appeared wearing a priest’s uniform and sneaked into the priest’s team openly, praising "Holy Light! This idiot can fight!", and by the way, gave Cairne two sips of Powerful Healing Spells.

As the second warrior to carry Rag, Cairne’s treatment is certainly not as good as Magni’s as the main tank. Because Magni’s treatment pressure is too great, Cairne is always easily ignored. What’s more, the nurses are all from the Alliance, so of course the Alliance people should be saved first.

Cairne is a bit miserable, who can blame him for his thick skin and strong vitality...

Heaven is to the left, warriors are to the right.

Who told me to be miserable? Ouch! Hell, huh? It’s not like I haven’t been there before.

Even if the treatment could not keep up, Cairne completed his task very calmly and silently, sharing the damage with Magni.

When two powerful and pure holy lights crossed the void and descended upon his head, stimulating his body to recover and even the scabs on the burns on his hands fell off quickly, Cairne was so moved!

"Huh!? Where did this new bishop-level priest come from?" Cairne took the time to look back, only to see an impure creature who had infiltrated the priest team winking at him.

Cairne is so embarrassed!

A Dawn-level wizard actually knows Holy Light?

All right! Whether you are a part-time or full-time worker, as long as you can take good care of my old cow, that’s all!

Duke played the role of a priest, and the team’s healing lineup became the most beneficial supplement. After all, except for Benedictus, who was reliable now but unreliable in the future, most of the healing team were novices. Especially Sally, she was so busy that she often added blood ineffectively.

On the contrary, Duke has a system-made plug-in that allows him to easily see the health of everyone in the team.

Even though the entire team is well-equipped and everyone carries plenty of potions, they still can’t help feeling uneasy if there’s been no healing for a long time.

After observing for a few seconds, Duke decisively asked Tyrande to retreat and serve as a healer.

"Tyrande, take care of Magni and Cain. Sally, if Tyrande gets knocked away, you take care of Magni."

"Calia, you are in charge of the melee group. If you see them being burned, just cast Recovery."

"Benedictus, you are in charge of the ranger and mage groups."

"Broll Bearmantle, you move. If you see anyone injured for more than five seconds without treatment, you go."

It was a very chaotic scene, with people being knocked away, and some idiots being knocked into the lava river. When they floated up, their faces were covered with lava and they were lost. If Duke hadn’t occasionally switched back to being a mage and used the newly developed magic Frost Hands to pull up the guys who fell into the lava, several guys would have died, such as Valeera...

Once, this girl and Varian were knocked away at the same time. She was so brave that she kicked Varian back in mid-air, and she herself flew far away and fell into the river, and almost couldn’t get out.

Over there, Ragnaros used almost all of his available moves twice: Rage of Ragnaros, Malta Blast, Elemental Fire, and various Fireballs of varying sizes, with power comparable to that of a fifth-class Starry Sun Archmage.

Unfortunately, the hero group was too well-equipped, and their fire resistance was so high that it frightened him. Many times, when a big fireball hit him, he would just shake for a while, spit out a little blood at most, and then use Recovery to survive.

Ragnaros is also angry!

He raised his arms high and shouted in a thunderous voice.

"Come forth, my servants, and defend your master!"

"I am invincible. Come forth, servants of the flame, your master is calling you!"

"Let the fire purify everything!"

"Feel the flames of Sulfuron!"

With these extremely classic lines, Duke knew that Rag was going to recruit younger brothers.

As soon as Rag finished speaking, everyone in the Hero Group was stunned because they saw a huge army.

Hundreds of elite fire elements emerged from the lava pool and rushed towards Duke’s team at high speed. Each fire element was not huge, but there were so many of them! The densely packed numbers...

Although old man Ragnaros acted condescendingly like a cat playing with a mouse, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, looking like he was watching a show, there were really a lot of them!

Duke raised his lips and said, "Thousands of troops? I have some too!"