Stormwind God

Terrible suction spread to the Demon Lord.

Mannoroth's action began to slow, he looked at an Eredar, and the same thing happened to the Eredar Warlock. The night elves didn't seem to be much affected, but their movements became slower and slower.

"Is born ... what ...?" He said to himself.

Mannoroth's tail hit the floor heavily, trying to resist this force. Just as he raised his big hand holding a two-headed sword, his eyes suddenly rounded. His scaly fur had now become transparent. He could clearly see the muscles and bones in his body, and he no longer looked real.

"Impossible!" The vanguard of the Burning Legion rumbled. "Never!"

A huge force dragged him, he felt like he was rising up into the air like a balloon, and then was drawn into a tornado-like portal tear like a feather.

Near the city of Azshara, and even on the entire ancient Kalimt 6, every coalition soldier who was fighting in blood looked at the incredible scene in front of him for a moment, and wanted to tear up all the obstacles. All the demons were sucked away.

As if they had fought for months and entrusted countless enemies of resistance, just a bunch of ridiculous hallucinations.

Krassus, Malfurion, Alexstrasza, and even Elune, the goddess of the moon who lowered the mind, asked the same question to the black figure standing above the rift of the huge portal.

"What the **** did you do?"

"What about me? Hehe! I just changed the spell that Enzos taught me, and sucked away most of Azeroth's beings, and only sucked the devil to distort the void." Just finished one Duke, who was in a state of horror, seemed extremely light and light.

"You will pay the price! I remember you!" The will of an ancient **** was fleeting.

Almost all the hearts that exist existed, and sure enough, these evil guys did not have time to die.

However, it is possible to tamper with the mantra of the ancient god. What is this Dukang? You know, there are few evil words that understand the ancient gods in this era, except those cultists hiding in the dark ...

In other words, this guy really has no psychological burden. First sold the Burning Legion, and then sold the ancient gods, so bold, I really do not know what to use to describe this extremely crazy and extremely outstanding spy.

At this point, the portals had begun to close slowly, but unfortunately the well that had once subsided began to boil again.

Duke: "I'll leave it to you here. I'm going to distort things on the Void side."

"What are you doing?" Ysera asked loudly.

Duke showed the most secretive smile that made all existence a little incomprehensible: "It is rare to master a big killer, and not to vote for the Burning Legion, how can I vent my hatred! Rest assured, after this time, I promise the Burning Legion Inability to attack Azeroth on a large scale again for at least 10,000 years. "

a thousand years?

Are you kidding me?

It's a snicker that can keep peace for a hundred years.

Moreover, the main force of the Burning Legion was only forcibly taken away, but not destroyed. Why did this Du Kang say such a big thing?

unless……

A crazy idea that couldn't be more crazy began to emerge in the hearts of all the strong.

Isn't this guy ...

They wanted to imagine what Duke would do, but they had no time. A huge black light began to bloom on the Well of Eternity.

As if the never-ending horror shakes, the magic branches of the Eternal Well spread to all directions.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a huge crack at least 100 meters wide broke the entire city of Azshara in half, and the huge crack showed signs of expanding.

A powerful magic circle is still protecting Azshara's forbidden palace, but no one knows when it will be able to support it.

"Come on!" The dragons descended one after another, rescued the heroes who had been fighting on the ground before.

"What about Tyrande !? Tyrande hasn't returned yet!" Illidan growled at his elder brother.

Malfurion trembled. "I don't know if he ..."

'He' refers to Duke, of course. It's unknown what Duke has to do.

Sitting in the control room of the twisted void, Duke claps his hands proudly, humming the unknown minor key, and while he is aware of the outside world, he is also smiling at Tyrande.

Tyrande was so frightened that he almost flew out of his chest, even shaking his body.

"Don't worry! This is a long-distance interstellar space transmission. Even the first Sargeras to take the fastest way back takes five minutes and eighteen seconds. And I specially chose the slowest space channel for him , If there is no miscalculation, he will return with his men. "

"What if we were spotted by the demons here?" Tyrande couldn't imagine how the hundreds of millions of demons here would have done this with Duke.

"It's okay. I have secretly blocked all the space communications here, and I can have enough time to do anything."

What is boldness?

This is bold!

Although every hero must have a big heart, but the heart has become like Duke, it is unprecedented and unheard of.

Tyrande felt an excitement.

That was the excitement she had lived for thousands of years, from childhood to teenage, to youth.

Illidan was very kind to her, as was Malfurion. However, in these two young women, she had never felt such a bit of a taboo stimulus.

From small to large, she followed the rules, listening to the voice of nature, and following the goddess' teachings. She is the spokesperson of the goddess, a good example of everything.

Have you ever tried something like this, silently playing the Burning Legion enough to destroy the whole world in the applause?

Walk a tightrope on the Blade's Edge Mountains.

Dancing on the blade.

Playing Bundy at the gate of hell.

There is nothing more exciting in this world.

Her heartbeat was increasing, her adrenal glands were secreting excitin, and her brain's endorphins were spreading with joy.

From the tragedy, grievance and terror after being captured, to the situation that is about to reverse now, it is about to successfully defend Azeroth and become a special existence standing next to the hero of Azeroth. Emotions cannot be described in words.

The more Tyrande was cranky, the more he looked forward, and the more he was afraid.

Unconsciously, all her mind and all her concerns were placed on the strange man who had rudely occupied her, gave her despair, and gave her the greatest hope.

"Oh! It's the last step!" Duke smiled. 8