CHAPTER 936: CHANGES

The moment he saw Duke holding the wind sword, Gavinrad was petrified. A gust of wind blew, and it felt like the guy’s soul had already turned to dust and dissipated with the wind...

After a long while, Gavinrad asked in a very annoying tone, "Boss, I have a question for you. Can the artifact... also be mass-produced?"

Gavinrad was not an ignorant bumpkin. He certainly knew that the Lightning Bow used by the Windrunner sisters was actually a mass-produced product from the Burning Legion, but the quality was so high that they didn’t mind using exactly the same weapon.

In the eyes of most people, artifacts should be unique.

Although Duke’s mouth was wide enough to fit an egg, he still wanted to tell Gavinrad - you fool, you are still too naive! Let’s not talk about the later era when people can play transmogrification and run around with a fake wind sword. In the earliest days, Duke had seen the terrible scene of 40 thieves with a pair of Warglaives of Azzinoth rushing towards him in the Alterac Valley battlefield in the game.

Woohoo! That was a terrifying scene where even someone wearing plate armor was cut to death by the enemy like tofu!

However, Duke’s wind sword is really... a special existence.

The Wind Kissed Blade, which was infused with the last remaining soul of Prince Sunderland the Wind Seeker, plus all the previous materials were given to Demitien to forge the artifact Thunder Fury. There was nothing wrong with that. I also saw the blessing of "Hero, I hope you have a love that you will never regret."

But Duke discovered that after killing Prince Sunderland and injecting most of the prince’s power into the Wind Sword, there was still something left!

According to the material strength of the Wind Sword, the divinity that can be stored in it has reached saturation, but there is still a lot of divinity!

Duke’s soul, in a sense, is a hodgepodge container that can accommodate a wide range of things. So Duke happily accepted this extra divinity.

But Duke didn’t expect that after he absorbed the divinity of the storm elements, he was shocked to find that his magic system had an independent series - the nature series!

Not only that, the magic circuits in his body also began to split. One by one, they were independent, specialized natural magic circuits separated from the arcane circuits.

You know, although he had obtained the power of wind and thunder in the Storm Altar before, it was just natural magic simulated by transforming the power of arcane, and it was not a truly independent power.

Now, it is obvious that his power has taken shape independently.

With the addition of the divinity of wind, Duke’s exclusive artifact has also changed.

"Duke’s Morality: Attack power 1-999, each attack has 220 points of fire damage and 150 points of nature damage. One-handed long sword, bound to Edmund Duke’ soul."

"Duke’s MoralitySpecial Effect 4Real Transformation: With the power of the wind god, you can transform the appearance of this sword into any sword weapon you have seen with your own eyes, and according to your own strength attribute and your understanding of the artifact, you can unleash a certain degree of power of the artifact. Its maximum power does not exceed 70% of the original."

Duke is convinced by this new feature - this is clearly telling me to play the cloning game to the end!

All right!

A wind sword is useless for a mage, but it’s okay for me to use a knockoff one for cosplay, right?

So there was this strange thing where when Duke was testing new special effects, Li Gui met Li Kui.

Seeing Gavinrad collapse, Duke thrust the wind sword-shaped Duke’s Morality into the ground, then put his hands on his waist and said with a sassy look: "I see your artifact sword is very cool, I can use magic to transform it for fun, okay?"

OK! You are the boss and you have the final say!

Gavinrad rolled his eyes.

The next second, Duke suddenly took action!

Duke simply picked up the wind sword in his hand and stabbed Gavinrad.

At first, Gavinrad and everyone around him were confused, but soon everyone understood what Duke was doing.

As a mage, without the acceleration spell, Duke’s mediocre swordsmanship was simply slow motion in front of these powerful knife-type warriors, which was ridiculous.

If Duke suddenly went crazy and wanted to cut Gavinrad, it would never be like this.

The only explanation is that Duke wants to duel swords with Gavinrad.

With a flip of his wrist, Gavinrad directly thrust the Thunderfury Blessed Sword of Windseeker in his hand forward.

"Bang!" It was a simple clash of swords.

The moment the two swords collided, Gavinrad immediately understood. The feeling from the sword edges told him the difference between the two swords.

Although the opposite side was experiencing the same elemental power of wind, the essential difference was obvious—there was no Prince Sunderland’s soul in Duke’s sword!

Only Gavinrad’s wind sword is the genuine product.

Gavinrad could feel that the sword opposite him was inferior to his in the element of wind, but it had an additional element of fire.

Wind and fire...?

Gavinrad suddenly felt relieved!

For ordinary heroes, being proficient in one magic is already a powerful one. For example, Rhonin studied arcane magic to the extreme and became the Speaker of the Kirin Tor Council in Dalaran.

What Duke actually pursues is that the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind all reach their peak!

And this is not an unattainable dream, but a goal that can be achieved.

Because Duke has already obtained the divinity of the strongest in two fields!

"Boss - you have indeed chosen a path that is different and too great!" Gavinrad couldn’t help but stand in awe and took the initiative to put away his wind sword.

When Duke withdrew his sword, he also withdrew the real illusion on Duke’s Morality. Everyone finally saw clearly that Duke’s artifact sword had returned to that strange spiral cone shape.

Duke smiled wickedly: "Everyone’s path is different. You choose your own path. Even if the end of the path is hell, you have to finish it even if you cry and kneel, right?"

"Yes!" Gavinrad’s eyes flashed, and suddenly his spine stiffened.

"Well! Gavinrad, it’s a rare opportunity to get a divine weapon, why don’t you try out the sword?"

"Of course we have to try!" Gavinrad said firmly, "Leave the defense of Redridge Mountain to me."

Duke smiled and said, "Well, dear Sir Storm Rider, then Rhonin, Jaina, and Ilucia will accompany you. Tirion and I will go to the Badlands."

A master and servant gently struck each other’s magical weapons, causing a whistling sound.

Two magical weapons of the same origin were thus swung away.

At this moment, in the Barren Land leading to the dwarven territory of Loch Modan, in order to prevent wild beasts and possible attacks from Blackrock Mountain, the dwarves had built the Grayclaw Mountain Defense Line five years ago according to Duke’s proposal. The fortresses formed the fulcrum, and on the continuous wall, Brian was very annoyed.

Those terrible dragon beasts hardly needed to rest, attacking the dwarven territory day and night. At first, they could use the best dwarven hunters to play kite flying with the dragon beasts, trying to lead the dragon beasts to circle in the wasteland. But later, the dragon beast gate obviously received orders from Nefarian and attacked directly towards the Gray Claw Mountain defense line.

Brian had no choice but to let the steam bulldozers dig extremely deep trenches in front of the defense line to delay time as much as possible.

Unfortunately, the dragon beast has already broken through N lines of defense and is only two trenches away from reaching the city wall.

"Damn it! Why isn’t my brother well yet?"

"Alright!" The voice of his boss appeared behind him like a ghost, and Brian was so scared that he almost activated the God Descending to Earth.

Magni was already filled with rage when he saw those huge dragon beasts that were two or three stories high frolicking in the distance. If Duke hadn’t insisted on waiting for the wind sword to be ready, he would have rushed over to kill these dragon beasts.

Almost as soon as he came out of the portal, this guy rushed over with his short legs and jumped off the city wall.

Well, when that huge short guy jumped over the wall, he stretched out his short legs twice, and Duke and his women laughed so hard on the spot.

There was no beauty in the takeoff, but the landing was extremely gorgeous.

Instantly launching God Descends to Earth, Magni, a giant the size of a small house, announced his arrival with his weight in an unscientific way.

"Bang!" A heavyweight body deserves a heavy landing. The powerful impact force after he fell immediately caused a shaking like an earthquake.

Then...

"Who the hell dug so many trenches!? I can’t get through!"

Haha! Brian Bronzebeard on the city wall turned pale. The reason why so many trenches were dug was to prevent the dragon beasts from rushing to the city wall and tearing it down. The dragon beasts were so tall, so of course they dug as deep as possible and filled them with oil, tar, etc. to delay them.

Okay, now we are really pitting our own people.

"I didn’t know you’d come back so soon! I thought you’d have to hold out for another week or two!"

Duke rubbed his brows, and while the two Bronzebeard brothers were spitting at each other, he used the Slow Fall Technique and flew lightly over the trench.

It must be said that when Brian was not a hunter, he was also a talented defensive warrior. The criss-crossing trenches were ostensibly to block the enemy, but in fact, there were still some dark roads that ran through the entire defense line.

Outsiders may not think there is anything wrong with the road at first, but as they walk along, they will find that the road is getting narrower and narrower. However, the troops following behind will continue to force the guys in front to move forward, and then they will soon face increasingly sharp mechanisms on both sides of the road.

Spike pits, high temperature fires, freezing traps, sulfuric acid sprays, Brian used all the hunter’s tricks on the battlefield...

Duke concluded that if this guy’s heart was cut open, it would be black.

Behind Duke, Tyrande called out, "Duke, do you want me to come with you?"

Duke waved his hand, "No thanks, I’m just going to go talk to the dragon beasts."

Well, then, the two sides held cordial talks in a friendly and harmonious atmosphere under the guiding principles of peaceful coexistence, mutual benefit and win-win situation, keeping pace with the times and creating a common future.

That’s right!

Never talk if you can take action!

In the air, countless wizards’ hands were floating, casting all kinds of low-level magic on the dragon beasts.

Fire, Frost, Arcane, Holy, Shadow, Nature...

The Dalaran Mage Corps guarding the city walls finally witnessed the power of the number one person in the Alliance’s mysterious realm!

A Duke is a living encyclopedia of magic.

Just one person is a terrifying existence that cannot be matched by ten mage groups.

Every dragon beast that was destroying the defense line was hit by five or six kinds of magic almost at the same time!

To outsiders, the dragon beasts seemed completely unharmed, but Duke himself could clearly see the weaknesses of each dragon beast in the system prompts.

The next moment, Duke’s whisper floated across the entire defense line.

"Dalaran Mage Corps, listen up. ’Big Pancake’ uses fire attacks, ’Diamond’ uses frost, ’Triangle’ uses arcane..." After giving some instructions, Duke added: "Leave the rest to me!"

The mages’ hearts suddenly began beating violently.

How to fight against dragon beasts has actually been tested a long time ago. It is nothing more than using attacks of various attributes to test which type of dragon beasts are weak. However, the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, and many times after testing, if several dragon beasts accidentally cross each other, it is easy to make a mistake.

After the initial dragon beasts failed to confuse the Alliance with skin color, Nefarian simply made all dragon beasts look the same, which would easily confuse attackers.

Ordinary mages don’t have as much magic power as Duke, and they have so much free time that they can gather their magic power on the heads of monsters to mark them, so it is very difficult to fight them.

The most troublesome thing is that if a dragon beast rushes to the front, after an ordinary mage uses Flash and Ice Barrier, he is basically dead.

It’s not like now, where you can stand on the city wall safely and aim at the target?

"Go ahead! Kill them!"

"For the Alliance—"

"Show these monsters the magical light of Dalaran!"

The mages were excited! They were in high spirits! They fired with all their might.

Duke was strolling leiSuraely in the turbulence of elements that filled the sky and the ground. The lower-level mysteries were destined to be unable to break through the higher-level mysteries as the level difference was too great. The thin elements of the low-level magic would naturally be bounced off by the highly concentrated magic power on the magic shield around Duke.

Duke kept flashing in the battle line, directly flashing behind the dragon beasts with natural attributes, and using Duke’s Morality to teach them a lesson.

These dragon beasts are the product of extremes. They have extraordinary resistance to attacks and magic of other attributes, but can cause ten times the damage to the system that restrains them.

Basically, with the power of Duke’s Tang Poetry Sword Technique, a dragon beast can be killed with just one sword.

The so-called moral integrity is to throw it out, pick it up, throw it out, pick it up, throw it out, pick it up...

Something seems wrong?

Do I, Duke, have any moral integrity?

Ahem! Please don’t worry about this detail.

On the city wall, Alleria initially shot a few arrows at the unmarked monsters, but then she stopped when she saw Duke having so much fun.

"Haha! Do you think Nefarian found out?"

Sylvanas laughed: "It’s impossible not to notice! Unless the Black Dragon King is an idiot."

At the same time, on the top floor of Blackrock Spire, Nefarian angrily swept all the delicacies on the table to the ground.

"asshole--"

If the Wind Sword that appeared on the Red Ridge Mountains’ defense line didn’t prove anything, the Hammer of the Fire Demon on the front line of the Barren Lands could definitely prove that Ragnaros’s clone was dead!

Nefarian was filled with uneasiness.

The dragon beasts he was so proud of were easily broken. the Alliance’s caution meant that the dragon beasts did not cause any substantial damage after they appeared. He thought that the Alliance’s strategy of trading space for time was just a last-ditch struggle, but now in the magic mirror, the dragon beast corpses scattered all over the mountains and fields slapped him in the face -

His invention was not worth mentioning in Duke’s eyes.

Fear seized his heart.

Victory can cover up everything.

Failure brings all the insecurities and fears to the surface.

Watching Duke using a strange spiral sword to slaughter all his dragon beasts like killing pigs, no matter how relieved Nefari was, he couldn’t help but think of the fate of his father and sister.

His father, who was more capable than him, was once invincible and dominated the planet Azeroth for thousands of years. However, his father’s dragon head had been hung in the Dragon’s Rest Temple, and even his soul was in the Dragon’s Rest Temple to bear the punishment of his ancestors.

His sister, who was more cunning than him, had called the shots in Stormwind not long ago, and had almost stolen the supreme power of Stormwind. Now? At night, she shamelessly submitted to a human, being ridden and enjoying herself. During the day, she was also ridden, traveling across the world, serving as a humble mount.

The humanoid Nefarian stepped down from his throne and paced back and forth.

He considered all the possibilities.

At this moment, a powerful yet weak existence suddenly broke into his territory, and he sensed the other party’s intrusion almost immediately.

He was said to be powerful because the opponent’s soul was extremely condensed, and he could easily sense the leader-level aura that was not deliberately suppressed.

It is said to be weak because the opponent does not seem to have a physical entity and is just an insignificant projection.

Nefarian frowned, turned around and walked up to the throne, and said loudly: "Come out."

An extremely beautiful and charming woman stepped out of the void. With curved horns, black bat wings, a smart black tail, and typical hooves, she showed her identity to Nefarian in a grand manner.

"Aureseth, the first-level void lord of the Burning Legion, sends you greetings, the great black dragon king."

Nefarian narrowed his eyes. He had no good feelings towards the visit of this demon lord. That’s right, black dragons are so lonely. They don’t like their compatriots of other colors, and they hate demons by nature.

"Just say it. I’m in a hurry to do the experiment." Nefarian showed his scientific geek characteristics very well.

"Haha! Now that the Alliance is about to attack your throne?" Oreses smiled seductively, with her hands on her hips, showing a beautiful S-shaped curve.

"Hmph!" Nefarian said with a cold face.

Easily sensing that Nefarian’s patience was reaching its limit, Oreseth chuckled and said, "The great Lord Kil’jaeden has already made a plan to dismember that damned Alliance. All you have to do is not be defeated by Edmund Duke so quickly, or, after being defeated, be willing to escape from this lair that will send you to hell. As long as you are alive, those mortals will not sleep well. Hehehe!"

"Bastard--" Nefarian suddenly flicked his finger, and a flash of black flame crossed the void like lightning and shot at Oreses.

Auresei was burned to ashes in an instant, but so what?

The cunning female demon had cast an illusion that looked menacing but actually had no substance, not even a clone.

Nefarian is very unhappy! He is so unhappy that he is about to erupt like a volcano!

"You bastard devil! What do you think of me, the Black Dragon King? Damn it—"

Three seconds later, the entire Blackrock Tower was suddenly filled with terrifying dragon roars that were powerful enough to cause the earth to crack and mountains to collapse.

"Ah——"

In the Blackwing Lair, every dragon beast showed a look of horror. Every Dark Iron Dwarf craftsman and every Blackwing Goblin technician either ran away or knelt on the ground and trembled. No one knew why their master, the Black Dragon King Nefarian, was suddenly so angry!

On the highest floor of Blackwing Lair, Nefarian was breathing heavily on the throne that he had the best goblin technicians build for him.

He was forcing himself to be calm, purely for the sake of being calm, for the sake of evil.

A voice in his spiritual sea responded to his call.

This will was so powerful that even though he knew that the opponent was only a split divine consciousness, Nefarian, as a demigod, still had the horrifying illusion that he could not even resist the opponent’s split divine consciousness.

"Hehe, are you finally willing to call me?"

"I agree to the conditions you mentioned last time. I will offer you my sister, Onyxia, the black dragon princess with the purest bloodline, as a sacrifice." Nefarian said in a low voice.

"Hehehe! The so-called sacrifice you offer is not in your hands! Are you kidding me by offering something that does not belong to you as a sacrifice? I have an endless amount of time to wait, but that does not mean I am willing to wait endlessly. Within a hundred days, I must see my sacrifice. If I don’t, you know the price..."

Nefarian trembled all over, and finally gritted his teeth in hatred: "You will see!"

"Very good! You will get what you want." The voice said the last note and disappeared.

At this moment, on the battlefield in the wasteland, the Alliance is cleaning up the battlefield.

The dragon beasts that were once so aggressive had already been killed to pieces. Although these terrible monsters still launched desperate attacks on the Alliance army, they could no longer cause any large-scale casualties.

The most elite guards of the royal secret room of the dwarves activated Gods Descend to Earth and became larger, holding off the runaway dragon beasts one by one, while a group of mages concentrated their attacks on them.

Of course, there are more exaggerated ways to play.

"Hahaha! Die, die--" A princess who was Duke’s mount made a lightning attack, descended from the sky, and grabbed the two dragon beasts by the scruff of the neck with her sharp and huge dragon claws. She flapped her wings and climbed rapidly, and finally dropped the dragon beasts from a height of more than 500 meters, experiencing a free fall.

Dracomon are not dragons, and they do not have the ability to fly themselves.

So what if the resistance is high?

Their own weight plus the acceleration of gravity are the most terrifying killers.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Every time a dragon beast fell, it would hit multiple dragon beasts as a scapegoat. Whenever it hit, it would be a bloody mess, with several bodies shattered into pieces and unable to be distinguished from each other.

It seems that Onyxia is addicted to airdropping dragon meat bombs.

"Hehe! Master! Am I awesome?!" Facing the Black Dragon Princess’s request for credit, Duke always felt that her flying trajectory sometimes looked like the letter ’fun’ and sometimes like the letter ’B’, but he couldn’t discourage her enthusiasm and could only say "not bad, not bad"!

At this moment, Duke suddenly felt an inexplicable shock!

"Hmm?" Duke had never felt this way since traveling to Azeroth.

This almost intuitive feeling is not the kind of nonsense like "the left eyelid twitching means getting rich, and the right eyelid twitching means trouble", but a more extraordinary feeling that involves the rhythm of fate.

This is not an exaggeration. Ever since Duke seized part of the divinity of Ragnaros and Prince Sunderland, the most obvious feeling is that he has a closer sense of the elements of wind and fire.

The four elements of earth, water, fire and wind are the basic elements that make up the world of Azeroth. If Duke were to receive feedback from the planet Azeroth, he would not find it strange at all.

"system AI, scan my physical, mental, and spiritual condition, and analyze my strange reaction just now."

"Understood, host!"

The system calculated countless times per second but ultimately failed to analyze anything.

But Duke didn’t give up.

He is not the kind of person who is allergic and neurotic about everything.

He would rather believe that this was a warning from his brain.

Sometimes, people will feel alarmed, not because their reason finds something wrong, but because their brain makes a judgment about the surrounding environment beyond reason, such as if something is wrong with the surrounding situation. This early warning system of the brain cannot directly connect to the person’s thinking, but can only make people feel that something is wrong in a similar way to induction.

"Something must be wrong!" Sitting on Onyxia’s dragon saddle, Duke thought with his chin in his hand.

"Master, what’s wrong with you?"

"Let me be quiet for a moment. I suddenly feel something is wrong."

Onyxia kept her mouth shut.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning from the spiritual world struck Duke’s mind.

He knew where his problem lay - as a time traveler, although he also understood that the future of this world would not develop 100% according to his known "history", but after using foresight to gain advantages time and time again and reaping the benefits, Duke’s subconscious mind had already determined that all events would develop one by one in order.

Obviously, this is impossible!

Some major events take time to develop and require specific conditions to be triggered, but many events can erupt completely unreasonably.

Who the hell stipulated that Nefarian had to hide like an idiot in the top floor of Blackrock Spire and wait for Duke to lead the team to slay the dragon?

Who the hell stipulated that other forces can’t take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble?

There are so many people who are qualified to cause trouble.

Generally speaking: the three giants of the Burning Legion, the five ancient gods, and the four elemental lords, which one of them is not the one who can shake the world with just a stomp of his foot?

Smaller ones: The Lich King, Illidan, Hakkar the evil god worshipped by the jungle trolls, and various dragons that turned against them and sought death.

Even smaller forces are too numerous to count.

Gathering all the elites of the Alliance and the Horde to play the Hero Group can certainly maximize the efficiency of land reclamation. On the other hand, isn’t this walking on a tightrope?

With this thought in mind, Duke came up with an idea.

He directly opened the magic message: "I am Edmund Duke! There are major changes to the next plan..."

On December 10, 21st year of the Dark Gate, the Alliance-led crusade against Blackwing Lair officially began. the Alliance invested almost all the heroes it could, but for the Horde, the Alliance surprisingly only wanted two heroes, Grom Hellscream and Bloodhoof Cairne, not to mention Varok, and even Vol’jin was not wanted.

Blackwing Lair is obviously a special area. The black dragon king Nefarian used his evil magic to block all connections between it and the outside world. Not to mention a portal, even a magic message cannot be transmitted.

The major kingdoms and even tribes of the Alliance have become accustomed to this.

It was the same when we were fighting the Fire Lord in Molten Core. The guardians who stayed behind each performed their duties.

However, on January 1, 22 years after the Dark Portal was established, the world suddenly changed.

In the Thousand Needles at the southern end of the tribal territory, huge stone pillars stand in this desolate and vast valley, and Freewind Post is the most important stronghold of the Horde in the area, guarded by the tauren.

To get up to Luanfenggang from the bottom of the valley, it is impossible to walk up the steep stone walls. The only way is for the minotaur to use human power to pull the noose and pull people up using a human elevator.

It was daytime, with no clouds in the sky, and the view from Luanfenggang was the best. Suddenly, a minotaur pointed to the south and said, "Look! What is that?"

"Buzz buzz buzz--" the sound came from far away.

Soon, the low hum turned into a terrifying buzzing sound that even an entire bomber army might not be able to produce.

"Damn it! Those aren’t dark clouds! Giant bugs are covering the entire sky!"

The sentry’s scream also alerted the commander of the Windward Post: "Damn it! What is that!?"

While roaring at the other tauren warriors to prepare for battle, he informed the messenger: "Find a way to tell the Warchief that Freewind Post is finished. It was destroyed by a group of giant insects flying from the south..."

Within half a day, bad news came one after another, and dozens of reports of attacks were placed on Thrall’s desk. This was thanks to the magic messaging system provided by humans. The unskilled giant magicians worked hard to spread the information, at least Thrall did not have to wait for several days to receive news from the distant border like the previous tribes.

From the Mojache Camp in Feralas in the southwest, to the Thousand Needles in the south and the city of Gadgetzan in the Tanaris Desert where a large number of goblins gather, to the southern part of the Barrens, one-third of the Horde’s controlled or influenced areas have been attacked by giant insects.

According to reports, these giant flying insects that look a bit like mantises come from the Silithus region in almost the southwest of Kalimdor. These big insects are indiscriminate and attack all creatures along the way like locusts.

Thrall tentatively asked Vol’jin: "Any news about the Alliance?"

In fact, Thrall was asking if it was the Alliance’s fault.

With a wry smile, Vol’jin handed Thrall a report that he had not originally noticed.

When Thrall saw it, he suddenly smiled bitterly, because the report clearly stated that a huge army of beetles had attacked the Caverns of Time in the Tanaris Desert.

Well, that’s the bronze dragon’s lair!

Even if the Alliance was stupid enough to divert the blame, they would never set the fire on the dragons. You know, the one living there is the bronze dragon king Nozdormu, who is notoriously bad-tempered among the guardian dragons!

On the same day, a terrifying floating city appeared without any warning in the sea off Stormwind City. It was a three-dimensional diamond-shaped, extremely huge floating fortress.

Its appearance naturally caused panic among the military and civilians of Stormwind.

"Damn it! What is that?" On the city wall next to Stormwind Harbor, Duke Bolvar Fordragon couldn’t help but tremble a little.

The shrill alarm bells rang through the sky. Even though Stormwind City had declared a state of war early on, this mighty city in the southern continent, which had not experienced war in nearly 20 years since it was liberated after the end of Second War at the Dark Gate, was still in slight chaos.

A large number of cargo ships that had not yet entered Storm Harbor were fleeing in a hurry, and many captains even ordered their ships to rush onto the beach. With the help of the murlocs and the Nagas, it would not be difficult to tow the ships back into the sea, as long as the keel and the lives of the crew could be saved.

At Storm Harbor, the soldiers rushed into various watchtowers and turrets in a tense and orderly manner.

"Holy Light, how are we supposed to defend against such a terrifying floating fortress when His Majesty is not here..." a general of the Stormwind muttered.

"No, I’m here!" With the sonorous and powerful words, the soldiers of Stormwind Kingdom were surprised to see their King Varian Wrynn, dressed in armor, striding up to the city wall under the protection of his two good partners and guards Valeera and Broll.

"Your Majesty, didn’t you go to Blackwing Lair..." Not to mention the people below, even Bolvar, the regent, had no idea that Varian was here.

Varian showed a slightly wry smile: "Although I don’t want to admit it, Duke is really a prophet..."

The king is the backbone of a kingdom!

The backbone is here!

The backbone of the kingdom is here!

Most of the commanders were veterans who had experienced several wars, or even three battles at the Dark Gate. Facing the fortress in the sky that exuded an evil aura of death, the commanders had already given their own orders without any orders from above.

"Bring out all the holy water!"

"Against those monsters, blessed holy light weapons are ten thousand times more effective than ordinary swords."

"No no, you idiots. I didn’t tell you to throw away your sword. I just told you to carry an extra weapon!"

There was a great deal of commotion below, but on the top of the city wall, Varian bowed slightly to the people behind him and said, "I’m counting on you, ms. Solarian."

Solarian walked out of the tower, still wearing a maid’s uniform that looked ridiculous. But from the envious and jealous eyes of several Stormwind Kingdom’s court mages, it was clear that the maid’s uniform, which was actually a robe, was something that many people envied.

"Oh my god! They dyed the Volatile Robe into the standard black and white color and then turned it into a maid uniform. What a waste of talent..."

Only the Edmund family can use something that makes most wizards jealous as a maid uniform.

Varian, who had followed Duke on an expedition, was convinced by the Edmund family’s arrogance and hurtful behavior.

But no matter how envious they are, these court mages are all Archmage mages who were created by piling up resources and spending years to become such mages. Not to mention compared with Ilucia, even compared with the next-tier JainaGolden Sword, they are far inferior in terms of talent.

Although Azeroth has changed a lot recently, because the magic elements are more concentrated than before, more high-level mages have emerged, but talent determines the limit of a mage’s growth. They are very lucky to have the help of the Grand Mage Edmund Duke of the Dawn Star who personally transformed their magic circuits, otherwise they would be limited to being a master Mage for the rest of their lives.

Even so, Duke could only help them cross the threshold of Grand Magus, and this was the limit of the limit.

With their talents, they are simply unable to control higher-level power.

Back then, no one understood why Duke insisted on spending an extremely high price, equivalent to two years’ tax revenue of the Stormwind Kingdom, to build twelve Archmage-class wizard towers in Stormwind City.

No one understands why Duke is trying to force things to happen and spend so much effort to train twelve unqualified Archmage mages.

Now everyone knows.

On the cliffs on both sides of Stormwind Harbor, four wizard towers were the first to light up with dazzling flames, and then, in no particular order, the other eight wizard towers in Stormwind City also shone with the glow of fire magic.

Flame runes shot out from the standard hexagonal cone-shaped spire. These runes, emitting surging waves of fire elements, gathered together in mid-air in an incredibly gorgeous manner, forming a huge magic circle as big as five football fields.

The next moment, the blazing sunlight broke through the clouds and landed on this exaggerated magic circle. It was immediately reflected out and turned into a red-eyed beam of light that spanned the sky, instantly conquering more than 10,000 meters of the void and fiercely slamming into the huge floating fortress.

A terrifying dark aura surged out from the surroundings of the fortress, and in an instant formed a hemispherical light shield, blocking the golden light column.

"Bang——"

One black, one yellow, the two colors symbolizing darkness and fire collided violently in mid-air.

This brief confrontation attracted the attention of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Stormwind City.

No one dared to look away. Even though their throats were dry and their eyes were stinging, everyone still tried their best to keep their eyes open to witness what happened next.

Did the powerful magic bombardment ultimately fail, causing Stormwind, a powerful city in the southern continent that had been in operation for nearly twenty years, to be ravaged once again?

Or will the opponent’s seemingly invincible floating fortress suffer a head-on blow, and the soldiers and civilians of Stormwind will once again defend the safe fortress they have built with blood and sweat for twenty years?

The answer will be revealed in the next three seconds.

One second!

Two seconds!

Suddenly, the thick black protective light shield finally made a dented sound like a huge rock that was hit by a huge force, and it made an earth-shaking "crack" sound.

The next moment, time seemed to freeze.

Everyone could clearly see that the black protective shield was completely pierced, and it was only because the floating fortress seemed to have refracted the flame beam that it avoided the nightmare of being pierced by a single blow.

Even so, everyone could clearly see that the entire northeast corner of the four-cornered cone-shaped fortress was blown up. Everyone could hear the earth-shaking explosion.

Countless rocks were blown away from the floating fortress and fell into the sea like a heavy rain.

"Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen? Your Majesty worked so hard to find Naxxramas!" In the command post at the core of the fortress, the archlich Kel’Thuzad was jumping with anger.

Many years ago, the crypt lord Anub’arak led a group of undead warriors into the nerubian ziggurat now known as Naxxramas. The forces of the Scourge were rampant in the fortress; the will of the Lich King transformed the fortress’s passages into a powerful war machine. Dark magic pulled the fortress out of the ground and floated it in mid-air.

I thought that once Naxxramas appeared, all the Alliance countries would have no choice but to surrender.

Who knew that Duke would turn Stormwind into a hedgehog city armed to the teeth, making it impossible for even Naxxramas to take action?

After the main gun fired, the mage towers opened fire at full power.

The chaotic spots of light streaking across the sky are extremely beautiful.

Elemental magic of various colors bombarded the dark and green outer walls of Naxxramas, creating strange fireworks that looked like fireworks.

Obviously, even without the outermost magic shield, the walls of the fortress itself have been treated with powerful protective spells and have excellent magical protection.

In each wizard tower, magic apprentices were the lowest-level magic craftsmen and also the gunners of the magic Cannons. They were busy following the operating procedures to introduce magic power into the huge magic Cannons that were similar to staffs, and then somewhat blindly poured firepower towards the huge fortress in the sky.

The intermediate sky-level mages were busy in various important places in the tower.

Normally, the Mage Tower rarely opens fire, after all, it will cause panic among the citizens and consume magic gems that are more expensive than gold. In the absence of actual combat experience, various situations can be said to emerge one after another.

Solarian stood on the top floor of Duke’s Mage Tower, looking at the scene in the magic mirror expressionlessly. As Duke’s full agent, she had almost 90% of the authority of this Mage Tower.

She gave the order expressionlessly, "Open all the elemental furnaces and charge the magic power as quickly as possible. If this floating fortress doesn’t roll, give it another shot!"

The one above just moves his mouth, and the one below runs his legs off.

There was another commotion below.

In the floating fortress of Naxxramas, if the dead could have any other facial expression, it would definitely be livid. Unfortunately, that is not the case.

"Sir, what should we do?" A lich bowed and asked Kel’Thuzad.

Kel’Thuzad’s red eyes flashed with a strange aura. Finally, his skull face with two pairs of horns moved: "Mortals have indeed given us an unexpected surprise, but this does not mean that they are qualified to ignore the majesty of our Lord! Go, spread the glory of our Lord, and then we will go to Ironforge."

It seemed as if a meteor shower was falling from the sky, and every soldier in the Alliance knew that it had nothing to do with beauty and nature.

They were giant stitched monsters, or perhaps oversized zombie beasts.

Stormwind City could protect hundreds of thousands of people in the city from disaster, but it could not protect the civilians outside the city. Varian was helpless as he watched the huge floating fortress slowly fly away from Stormwind City and wreak havoc in the surrounding areas.

Varian’s violent side came out. When the lives of his people were threatened, his personality as the ghost wolf Lo’Gosh took the most dominant position. He punched the solid battlements with a terrifying force that directly cracked the battlements. "Gather our soldiers! Let the Royal Knights go first. I’m going to destroy those damn bones."

"Please wait! Your Majesty Wrynn, you must at least wait until the Griffin Legion of Kurdran arrives."

"Yeah, yeah! It’s best to wait for those fierce birds. At least I won’t have to be bothered by the gargoyles."

Of course, there was no problem with Sylvanas, who spoke first. The problem was the second one, the one with the lazy voice, which made Varian a little annoyed, especially the emblem of the Count of Stormwind Kingdom on the other’s chest.

Yes, it’s Onyxia for sure!

Duke left this girl to work for Varian, and Duke used the dragon whip to beat her several times before she agreed. However, one of the requirements was that Stormwind Kingdom must give her a proper name when using her, so there was one less Countess Katrana Anrestor in the world, and one more Countess Onyxia.

Although it was a bit miserable that the Black Dragon Princess could only become an earl, she was able to get into the Alliance in a legitimate way.

For this reason, Duke made three rules for everyone in the Alliance meeting: She could be asked to work, but she had no say in any decision-making.

She also put forward a peculiar condition: she refused to allow any male to ride on her, and only agreed to allow a few queens or high priests of the night elves to sit on her dragon saddle.

Varian had great respect for Sylvanas, the heroine who stood up when her compatriots were in despair. He suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

"Okay! We’ll deal with those damn bones after everyone arrives." Varian’s eyes were still fixed on the floating fortress.

The wait was painful. By the time the griffin armies from Redridge Mountains and Nethergarde arrived, Naxxramas had already wreaked havoc outside Stormwind City.

Although Varian tried his best to evacuate the people, more than 50,000 people were killed in just 24 hours. Most of them were turned into zombies or skeletons.

The town of Goldshire south of Stormwind City was completely razed to the ground, which also meant that the railway hub running through the entire Stormwind Kingdom was destroyed and railway traffic was paralyzed.

Kel’Thuzad also ordered an attack on Northshire Monastery and destroyed five Stormwind barracks of new soldiers.

It was not until more than a thousand griffins arrived that Onyxia let out a long roar and flew into the sky. Together with a dozen pure-blooded fire eagles, Naxxramas began to recall its troops and fly towards the north.

In three days, the Stormwind was left with nearly a hundred thousand undead and a land full of devastation.

The problem was that even though the Alliance had assembled thousands of air forces three days later, they still couldn’t do anything about this floating fortress. The barrage of horrible negative energy magic artillery was so dense that even Onyxia didn’t dare to charge in, let alone the pure-blooded fire eagles and griffins.

the Alliance Air Force escorted Naxxramas almost all the way from Elwynn Forest northward, across the Searing Gorge, straight to Loch Modan, then to the Wetlands, across the strait, to the destroyed Stromgarde, to Aerie Mountain, and finally into the Eastern Plaguelands.

Whenever it arrived at an Alliance settlement, Naxxramas would drop a large ball of shadow energy from the sky like shit, and then drop a group of undead soldiers as seeds, and start killing everywhere.

They are not afraid that the Alliance will kill their paratroopers, because they are just free bones anyway.

the Alliance was not unaware that Kel’Thuzad’s move was most likely intended to tie up the Alliance’s forces and reduce the pressure on Nefarian in Blackwing Lair.

But the Alliance could not come up with a better solution. Because the Alliance had no corresponding measures to fight against Naxxramas. They were forced to let the blood elf archers led by Sylvanas ride on dragon eagles, and the mage group of Dalaran follow Naxxramas, and then call on the ground army to cooperate as much as possible.

In mid-January, something even more disgusting happened.

The Amani trolls hiding deep in the southeastern part of Eversong Woods and the trolls worshipping the evil god Hakkar who have been entrenched in the eastern part of Stranglethorn Vale are causing trouble at the same time. It can be said that no one would believe that there is no dark hand behind them.

These days, the Alliance meets almost every day.

In addition to being thankful that Duke left most of the heroes in the hero group at the critical moment, everyone was also worried about the shameless tactics of Naxxramas.

Obviously, what Duke said before he left should be correct: Arthas, who has become the Lich King, has not yet awakened. If any enemy comes, it will at most be Arthas’s lieutenant Kel’Thuzad.

The problem is that Kel’Thuzad is also disgusting!

If the Lich King is left out, and the Alliance and the Scourge are ready for a decisive battle, the Alliance’s million-strong army will definitely crush the Scourge into pieces.

But Naxxramas is circling around with the main force of the Alliance. If you leave it alone, it will create a paradise of the undead with a radius of a thousand miles for you in a matter of minutes.

Whatever? Even though the flying speed in Naxxramas is only 30 or 40 kilometers per hour.

If you fly in a straight line in the sky, you will run your legs off on the ground.

No matter how powerful the cavalry team is, with three horses for each man, it is impossible for them to run five or six hundred kilometers every day in Naxxramas.

Fortunately, the Alliance now has enough griffins, and they have been fully trained twenty years ago, which is why there are now more than 3,000 adult griffins. If it were the second Dark Gate War, including the old and the young, there would only be a little over a thousand griffins that can fight.

This also made the Griffin Legion very tired.

Except for Onyxia and the dozen or so pure-blooded fire eagles, no air force could withstand it.

All kinds of plans, regardless of whether they are feasible or not, even the most imaginative ones, are put on the table.

In the end, there are two more reliable options: one is to build a large number of dwarf airships, load them with a lot of explosives, and use them as suicide ships to rush into Naxxramas and smash its mother; the other is to build a super helicarrier that can rival Naxxramas.

Of course, no matter which plan was implemented, it was impossible to come up with a ready-made blueprint directly like a certain shameless time traveler, even if the dwarf master craftsman Gelbin had an IQ of 300.

Because in industrial machinery, the function of almost every gear and every transmission bearing needs to be constantly tested and debugged in practice to produce a relatively complete set of machinery.

The existing airships are just junk with a big balloon hanging on them. A gargoyle can make a whole boat of people fly in the air. There is still a long way to go before an airship can fly into the sky with propellers alone.

In the end, the Alliance had no choice but to split up its forces:

In the north, in the Sin’dorei Kingdom, the famous troll slayer Alleria led Lor’themar and other blood elf troops, plus some quickly trained Moon mages, to suppress the uprising of the Amani trolls.

Each kingdom evacuated its people as much as possible and concentrated them in the main city with stronger defenses.

On the southern front, Varian and his three companions led the regular army of Stormwind to deal with the trolls in Zul’Gurub who worshipped the evil god Hakkar.

The rest of the heroes chased after Naxxramas, while the elite troops played regional defense. Whichever kingdom they went to, the troops of that country would chase and intercept the undead troops sent down by Naxxramas.

As for the Hordes on the continent of Kalimdor that were beaten like dogs, no kingdom on the continent of the Eastern Kingdoms had the time to pay attention to them.

In Kalimdor, Thrall was also in a state of panic. South of the Crossroads in the Barrens, all the newly built villages of the Horde were destroyed by flying insects. The direct death toll was close to 20,000, and more than 40,000 orcs and 20,000 tauren lost their homes.

This is because the Horde’s territory is relatively barren and sparsely populated.

Thrall couldn’t imagine what would happen if the bugs from Silithus invaded Durotar.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the night elves and Queen Proudmoore of Theramore responded to the Horde’s call for help and promised to send reinforcements as soon as possible.

It would take time to gather a large army. The distance between Ashenvale, the southernmost territory of the night elves, and Silithus was more than 2,000 kilometers, so it was impossible to send a main force. The only ones who could come were the sentinels stationed at Feathermoon Fortress on Sardor Island in the southwest of Kalimdor.

But no one expected that on February 5, the floating undead fortress Naxxramas, which had disappeared from the continent of the Eastern Kingdoms, raided the troll territory of Darkspear Island in the middle of the night.

On February 7, we stormed the Horde’s main city, Orgrimmar.

On February 10th, attack the Tauren main city, Thunder Bluff.

Because the Horde was seriously lacking in long-range attack methods, the destruction and casualties caused by Naxxramas to the Horde were at least three times that of the Alliance.

More than 50,000 soldiers and civilians of the Horde were killed in the battle. The vitality that the Horde had recovered after crossing the Kalimdor continent to the west was wiped out again.

On February 11, after nearly sweeping across Thunder Bluff, Naxxramas turned back, apparently preparing to attack Orgrimmar again.

Thrall, who was almost cornered, finally officially announced that he would accept the Forsaken into the Horde and provide the Horde with continued support from the magicians. When Anasterian, along with the former members of the Silvermoon Council, fought back the attack of Naxxramas in Orgrimmar, the orcs cheered like thunder.

Unfortunately, Thrall couldn’t laugh.

Because Turalyon, the current deputy commander of the Alliance who has full authority over the Alliance’s military, sent a diplomatic note announcing that the Alliance reserves the right to pursue the Forsaken leader Anasterian Sunstrider for defecting to the Scourge, betraying Quel’Thalas, and committing a large number of anti-living crimes.

The relationship between the Alliance and the Horde suddenly reached a freezing point. The reinforcements from the night elves and Theramore all stopped moving. In fact, the Horde had to fight the Zerg from Silithus alone.

I don’t know what’s wrong with those bugs. They only attack the Horde and don’t even touch the Alliance’s Feathermoon Fortress and Theramore.

This is obviously intended to drive a wedge between the Alliance and the Horde.

In Lordaeron City, Turalyon was silent for a long time after hearing the battle report.

In this magical online conference, facing the Alliance leaders on the magic mirrors, Turalyon sighed and said, "Basically, I can be sure that this is the work of Kil’jaeden the Deceiver. Only he can connect so many terrible forces at once to attack the Alliance and the Horde."

"Is there any way to break it?" asked Queen Jaina.

Turalyon shook his head. "Forgive my slowness, but I can’t think of any good solution."

Tyrande also sighed: "Can we just wait until Duke finishes dealing with Nefarian and comes out?"

"Since none of us has a good solution, it seems... this is the only way." The leaders of the Alliance fell into the deepest silence.

Duke, who was highly expected by everyone, was in a state of annoyance. He knew that the outside world was probably in chaos, but he never thought that Nefarian, a science geek, would be so shameless...

Duke yelled to the sky: "Which bastard suggested Nefarian to turn Blackwing Lair into a maze!?"

Duke has been very low-key during this expedition to Blackwing Lair.

There is only a small group of 10 people in total, so it doesn’t matter if you say to Nefarian, "Come on! Let’s fight one-on-one!"

Of course, although the number of people is small, the quality is definitely top-notch.

Warriors: Magni, Cairne, and Grom.

Paladins: Gavinrad and Tirion.

Mage: Duke and Ilucia.

Ranger: Vereesa.

Thief: Vanessa.

Priest: Calia.

Excluding these guys, there are a total of four people holding artifacts. Judging from the number alone, it is definitely one-third of the attack on Molten Core.

Who would have known that this black dragon, who was so arrogant in history and always had its tail raised to the sky, might have been because Duke was too notorious. He not only killed his father, but also beat his sister, slept with his sister, and even slept with her as a mount. As a result, Nefarian was not just a little cowardly, but an extremely cowardly one.

If Molten Core is only N times bigger than Duke remembered, and the terrain remains the same, then Blackwing Lair is definitely completely different.

Originally, when entering Blackwing Lair, you should go through a short passage and directly come to the first wild boss, Razorgore, where a group of people are playing a death game with a bunch of messy dragons.

Well, Duke yelled "Oh my god" as soon as he walked in.

Because they seemed to have fallen into the labyrinth of the Minotaur on the island of Crete in Greek mythology, a nine-story maze with an area of more than one million square meters.

The walls of the maze are extremely rare and have spatial properties. Even Duke and his companions’ artifacts cannot destroy them directly.

In fact, it is not impossible to destroy it, but the price of destruction is that Duke and his friends are likely to fall into the void, and as a result they can only walk on their own two legs.

Fortunately, the maze itself does not move, and it really has an exit. After Duke used the system to record all the routes he had taken to ensure that he would not go back, getting out of the maze became a matter of time.

Even so, it took Duke and his team a month to get out of the maze.

Then, Nefarian’s first conspiracy came into play.

Razorgore is a huge dragon man with the typical lizard lower body of a dragon man and a human upper body, but he carries a ridiculous red battle flag on his back, making him look like a target, just like shouting "fire at me" to everyone.

His appearance attracted the attention of Magni and others.

After holding it in for a whole month, those stubborn warriors almost immediately rushed forward to boss.

Who knows, the first boss of Blackwing Lair, the wild Razorgore, must not be killed at the beginning! The result of killing Razorgore directly is that all these dragon eggs will explode like a nuclear bomb, creating a mushroom cloud for you to see.

Duke himself can use Ice Barrier to get through it, but the others may just have to practice the Lying Corpse Sword Technique.

The only solution is to control the strange controller on a high platform in the field. Through it, you can temporarily control Razorgore to defuse all the dragon eggs on the field like defusing a bomb.

Seeing the three warriors almost within charging distance, Duke’s face turned black and he could only suddenly shout like a mystic.

"Wait! That guy can’t be killed now! Did you see the flag behind him? It says ’After this battle, I will go back home and get married’ in Dragon language! This is clearly a flag of death curse! Don’t kill him yet, whoever kills him will be buried with him!"

"..."

Putting aside the three warriors who were born with lower intelligence, their faces were filled with the expression "I believe it, and now what?"

The other six people thought Duke was talking nonsense, and the only thing stopping them was Duke’s prestige.

"I sense the pulse of fate! I’ll control this guy to destroy the dragon eggs on the field, and you guys deal with those guys who jump out!" Duke didn’t care that the boss would chase him and attack him, so he flashed over and turned on the controller.

Duke was in a trance for a moment, and the next moment he found that he had turned into Razorgor.

Then Duke got hurt.

If it were a game, you could just press a button to remove the egg. But how do you do it here?

Just as Duke was studying how to find the egg-smashing skill after traveling through time and space to become Jackie Chan, large numbers of orcs began to jump out from the dark corners of the hall.

"Wait, we need to find someone to pull them away..." When Duke wanted to say the established tactics, he was surprised to find that he had underestimated this group of heroes.

"You traitors of the Horde!" Cairne was like playing whack-a-mole. He smashed every orc he saw and turned them into meat paste.

Magni grumbled as he played whack-a-mole with the Balrog Hammer: "Aren’t you going to capture them and make them repent in front of your ancestors’ graves?"

"It is the ancestors’ responsibility to forgive these traitors! I am only responsible for letting them meet the ancestors!" Lord Roar was furious. Every time the Gorehowl fell, at least three orcs would be sent to reincarnate.

The other guys were just as fierce!

Gavinrad’s wind sword was of course very powerful. With a flash of lightning, almost everyone died.

In the game, players are unable to handle the increasing number of orc commandos, so they are forced to let a warrior run in circles with a group of monsters.

In reality, these guys who read "heroes" as butchers are too fierce. At the very least, they can kill one person with one arrow like Vereesa, so why would they need to pull the train?

Cleared the area immediately!

In this way, Duke was able to leiSuraely scan Razorgore’s extremely small brain, find out the dragon egg-destroying skills hidden in his memory, and then easily destroy all the dragon eggs on the field.

After dealing with the dragon egg, this boss is just a weakling.

When Duke announced that he could come and deal with this guy, those bastards almost rushed over in close combat.

Huh?

Are you poking the boss? What a coincidence! I’m poking him too!

How about we go together?

OK!

Let’s poke together!

The four artifacts, Duke’s Morality, Ashebringer, Hand of the Fire Demon and Wrath of Thunder, continue to shine with their own brilliance.

The result of the four beasts attacking together was that the mighty Blackwing Lair boss died in less than 10 seconds.

Almost at the moment of the wild Razorgore’s death, the Blackrock orcs who had been rushing forward were frightened and scattered.

"Come back! You bunch of cowards! Have you all forgotten the glory of the Blackrock Clan?" Lord Hou was furious.

Seeing Razorgor fall, Duke exhaled a breath of foul air: "It’s okay! We will kill our way through. No leader should be able to stop us. They will just be eaten one by one."

Duke complained in his mind, why should we send them one by one when we can go together?

The next moment, the wall leading to the second room suddenly collapsed, and four powerful auras suddenly surged out.

Duke’s face was frozen: "Just pretend I didn’t say anything..."

The second one is the fallen red dragon Vaelastrasz.

The third dragon beast Lashlayer.

The fourth adult black dragon, Filmer.

The fifth one is also an adult black dragon, Ebonok.

It can be said that, except for the fallen red dragon, other bosses will definitely be defeated if they come one by one.

But if we come together, it will be a lot of fun.

The ancient red dragon Valastrasz moved very fiercely, and his pair of scarlet claws destroyed the wall in front of him like tearing a piece of paper. He was clearly telling Duke and the others what the ancient beast was in the most intuitive way, but his mouth was muttering something sad.

"Edmund Duke... it’s too late. Nefarian’s corrupted power has taken effect. I can’t... control myself. His hatred and anger have made me stronger than ever. Run, mortal. The wrath of the Blackstone King flows in my blood! Please, run, escape before I lose all my sanity. The black flame burns in my heart. I must free him!"

The poor ancient red dragon was begging Duke and the others to flee, but his ’companion’ was not grateful at all. The black dragon Filmore pounced on him, pressed a claw on the back of Valastrasz’s head, and sneered.

"Idiot! Now that you have fallen, enjoy the pleasure of falling! In the name of the great black dragon king Nefarian, go ahead! Kill these invaders! Red-skinned slaves!"

"Ahhhhhh - fire, death, destruction, you mortals, let the power of Lord Nefarian... No, I want to fight, Alexstrasza, help me, I must fight to the end!" The red dragon desperately prayed to the queen he worshipped and believed in.

Unfortunately, his queen was doomed to be unable to respond to his call, because Alexstrasza was either trapped in the void battlefield of the universe or dealing with the insect swarm in Silithus.

Nefarian’s traps combined with the whispers of the old god N’Zoth, this terrifying combination created a power that easily exceeded the limits of his willpower.

Shedding dragon tears and speaking the most unbearable words of confession, Valastrasz pounced upon him.

Here, Magni, Grom, and Cain, three tough guys shouted the same name: "Duke——"

The more critical the moment, the more we need a clear command and a unified will.

At times like this, even a wrong command is ten thousand times better than doing nothing.

Duke had a resolute face and a firm gaze. Every word he uttered was like a beacon in the dark night sky, guiding everyone’s heart: "Old Bull Dragon Beast, Dwarf Shuangfei, Gavin Red Dragon, follow me and focus your fire!"

There are only ten people, but they have to face four bosses coming together. If it were any other team, they would have chosen to bow to fate and wait for death in despair and fear.

They are different. They have gone through so many ups and downs along the way. Every time they have faced terrifying existences beyond the mortal world with their mortal bodies.

The Lich King, Archimonde, Ragnaros...

I wrote suicide notes again and again, but every time I came back, I would throw them into the wastebasket with a wry smile. Looking back, I felt relieved.

A true warrior dares to face the most horrible life. Someone must stand up to evil. Since fate has chosen you, then you should face the darkest and most desperate situation with the brightest smile.

As long as we believe in Duke, maybe we can once again destroy the enemy in the midst of laughter and conversation.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Who is laughing so proudly?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Who else is facing the bleak death?

At this moment when time almost stopped, suddenly everyone in the team let go of everything.

Regardless of race, gender or occupation.

"Come on! Let’s hurt each other! Let your Grandpa Niu teach you what fighting is!" Cairne made an extremely violent charge and crashed directly into the dragon beast leader Lashrel.

The two huge humanoid creatures collided violently like Mars hitting the Earth.

This is a clash of strength against strength.

This is the purest aesthetic of violence between males.

The moment the two guys collided, there was a muffled sound like an earthquake, and the next moment, the soles of both sides’ feet sank deeply into the solid floor.

Muscles swelled, veins popped, and within just one second, the two sides had already fought for countless rounds. Shifting the center of gravity, grabbing with the backhand...

In the end, it was the old bull who was more skilled. With a sharp wrist flip, he grabbed Lashler’s neck, and then pushed forward like a bulldozer, splashing gravel like plowing the land. He pushed the dragon beast leader to the exit of the maze in one breath, pinned him to the ground and beat him hard.

The dwarf Magni was even more powerful. He even tried his hand at God Descending to Earth. He saw the opportunity when the two adult black dragons were trying to pass through the hole made by Valastrasz, and he just Charged forward.

It must be said that the Dwarf King’s ability to seize the opportunity was perfect. It was obvious that the three dragons should have entered one after another and rushed into the hall where the old man Razogel was, but the Dwarf King let Valastrasz in and then dodged to block the not-so-big gap.

An ordinary strong man certainly cannot become a door god, but after becoming bigger, Magni is as big as a one-story house.

He used his height and width to block the two black dragons.

If someone else came, the two black dragons would have rushed in. But Magni was holding the famous Fire Hammer!

A strong attack would mean close combat with Magni, and facing the hammer at the top of the fire element, Fermo and Ebonok felt uneasy!

They decisively sprayed dragon breath at Magni!

Who knows...

Gods Descend to Earth is the biggest rogue trick. The Dwarf King is almost immune to magic in this state. Coupled with the fire resistance bonus brought to him by the Flame Hammer, before the effect of Gods Descend to Earth ends, even if God comes, he can’t be burned to death easily.

The dwarf was showing off: "Come on! Keep acting up! Do you want to come over and hurt each other with your dwarf master!?"

Magni almost pissed off the two black dragons.

But so what? Before Magni’s enhanced state ends, he is invincible.

However, the focus of all existence is still the battle between the remaining eight people and the fallen red dragon.

Vaelastrasz - this fallen red dragon with a great notoriety in history, who has caused countless guilds to disband and left countless players with painful and unforgettable memories, is the key to deciding the entire battle.

"Hah!" With unyielding violent momentum, Grom jumped over and slashed at Duke, scaring him so much that his eyes almost popped out.

Damn, how can a weapon warrior like you take on such a boss?

The next moment, Gavinrad swung his sword, as if setting off a storm. The powerful natural damage easily attracted the red dragon’s attention.

"Remember! Red Dragon, the man who killed you is named Gavinrad!"