Stormwind God

Duke gave a sneer, a look I had expected you to look like, and then pointed my finger away: "The thing in that pool is a potion of strength specially made for you."

When the lame actor Grom heard it, he almost appeared on the spot.

Nima, this is obviously your vomit last night. You are so embarrassed to say that it is a "good thing" specially made for the night elves! ?

No no no!

This cannot be Duke I know!

Shouldn't I be fooled by his holy light?

How do you feel that the bright and bright, heroic Duke Marcus, who has acted diligently each time, has changed a lot, whether he used pit pit enemies or rescued himself in times of crisis?

Is this really the influence of evil energy?

In other words, the black ghosts with a disgusting smell in this pool will not even eat the wildest boars on the barren land. Will the night elves want this thing?

Grom's teeth grinned, which made Duke's eggs hurt for a while, and he secretly said, "Grom, have you misunderstood something?" But from the beginning to the end, I have always been so unruly. What you have seen and identified before is just an illusion of your old man!

Originally, Grom was mentally prepared, and Savis would be furious when he saw the pool and lift the table or something. At that time, he must take the shot and teach this guy. Grom knows very well that as a powerful Sunburst Arcanist, Xavies doesn't have much chance to shoot.

Chances are only once ...

Just when Grandpa Roar was ready to fight, something happened to Grandpa Roar.

"Ah this power !? It's wonderful"

Xavies, like a stupid and wild dog, saw a steaming flight when he was hungry, and he almost swooped up.

Ignoring the raindrops in the sky, Xavius ​​leaned on the edge of the pool, his palms against the decorative porcelain on the side of the pool, anxious to take off his clothes and jump on the spot.

How could this really make Grom ready to burp?

Yeah, Yeah ’s face is about to break!

Duke's words of wind passed into Grom's ears unhurriedly: "You laymen do not understand the so-called upper elves' obsession with power. For the power of magic, they have made the Well of Eternity better than coal Black. So this luster and this degree of evil are nothing at all. "

what! Does this work?

Grom's eyes popped out.

If Xavius ​​alone performed this way, it can be said that Xavius ​​and Duke acted together. The two elven arcanas who came with Xavius ​​also extended their necks and could not wait to rush over. Seeing what it looked like, I was very excited about the thing that Natan was almost like black sesame paste.

Ok! People in your city, oh, Master is just playing, anyway, we do n’t understand how to play the axe.

Grom was convinced.

Duke wasn't arrogant. At this moment, the city of Azshara was hundreds of kilometers away.

The violent storm made the dark lake water in the Well of Eternity abnormal and abnormal. In the distance, a huge spray that almost covered Azshara's Palace was set off. The black spray roared in the air and slapped each other, blooming a light full of arcane energy.

In the sky, there were lightnings and thunder, like thousands of violent dragons rushing from the shore ...

As a man who just came from the palace with teleportation magic and witnessed the violent wells of the Eternal Well and the calm pool of evil dirt in front of him, Xavius ​​also shouted, "This energy is really stable!"

That ’s right, it ’s true that Duke ’s vomit is not fake. The best part is also transformed by Duke. It ’s true, but no matter how much impurities, it is also condensed by the purest evil energy in the distorted void.

The strength of its magic, although not up to the level of the Well of Eternity.

However, unlike the high-purity magic well water that cannot be directly used by the Well of Eternity, Duke's poor quality can be easily absorbed by living beings.

It was because of this at a glance, and now that Duke was still carrying the big sign of the Burning Legion, Savius ​​was so convinced that the high-grade princes were so convinced.

Duke was cold and arrogant, a kind of aura named "I am your uncle" who dominated the audience.

Purify such a simple thing, and still want me to do it grandly?

Not to mention these pollutants, even if Dukla soars, it is estimated that Xavius's goods are still correct.

He has this pride.

Is your little night elf holding his thigh?

Now the thigh is here, let's kneel and lick it!

Do you want strong power?

I gave it, but what about your sincerity?

Duke didn't say a word, but his look, that's what his aura said.

In Duke's eyes, there was an undisguised killing of Xavius. Be more knowledgeable and not satisfy Lao Tzu. Don't blame Lao Tzu for slaughtering the city.

Xavius ​​was stunned.

Carrots and sticks always arrive at the same time.

Now that the Lord of the Burning Legion has fulfilled his promises, obviously this is the time to pay the bill.

Xavies, the lover in his dream, the country in which he pits, and the **** in his country, decisively sold himself and his resources first.

"Master Mark Duku! My subordinates and I are willing to give our souls to the Legion, and I will bring Her Majesty Azshara here to meet you within today." The stern and powerful Sawyer said what!

Soul and life say sell!

This brave and righteous momentum saw the Grom beside him having a toothache.

At this moment, Grom finally had the most intuitive and profound experience of how crazy the night elven mages were in the pursuit of strength in ancient times.

Duke didn't raise his eyelids, and snorted scornfully, pointing at the floor in front of him that occupied a lot of black sesame paste.

Even in the eyes of the orcs who don't like cleanliness very much, the place is very dirty and smelly.

Xavius ​​chased his bones like a dog, crawling over it obediently, rubbing his forehead on the ground contaminated with black mud and rain.

"Please Lord Lord give me strength!"

It wasn't just him, but even the Faerie Moon wizards who came with him fell to the ground together.

Duke's lips lightly said: "The evil energy is powerful! The evil energy is also great! It is the noble power given by the great commander, Lord Sargeras, to those selected races that transcend the world. Weak waste, not qualified to accept evil energy

As Duke grew louder and louder, like a thunderous rolling sound, behind Duke there was a scene full of imax size, a huge unreal screen with a height of fifteen meters.

"Look up! Look at the end of those inferior races!"

The three elves raised their heads, and the muscles on their faces were twitching. Because in the picture, there were more than twenty different races of creatures who died directly. But the one that succeeded in the end showed a tremendous increase in strength.

Duke was majestic and domineering: "Savis! I ask you, are you willing to receive the baptism of evil energy under the banner of the Legion?"