Stormwind God

The blustery wind blows the black snowflakes, and the strong dark power descends from the sky, colliding with the golden gravel containing the fiery magic on the earth in the air.

In the sky, the scattered black clouds are quickly regrouping.

The existence of the undead canopy was to isolate the sun's radiance and block the impact of the climate on the Scourge. After all, a hot sun will accelerate the decay of corpses and reduce the combat power of undead such as ghouls.

Now, for one reason, the Lich King gathered his power

"His great Ner'zhul, now, your great enemy, Duke Marcus, controls some of the power of the Sunwell. I am humble and not his opponent! Please give me the power to destroy your enemy temporarily. . "

In Ner'zhul's mind, Arthas, who has the most perfect qualifications and the soul fell into the deepest hell, is his ideal spokesperson and the carrier of his future body. Throughout the Scourge, Ner'zhul has been working to cultivate the authority of Alsace.

It stands to reason that such an act of praying for strength over Arthas was not allowed.

When he heard the name of Duke, the name of Duke deeply pierced his heart, recalling the memory that he was most reluctant to remember in the depths of his soul.

Without Duke's block, maybe he would succeed when he opened the Dark Door twice. He was able to escape early to a place beyond Kil'jaeden's perception.

Maybe it's a corner of the universe, or it's a bad planet.

Either way, it is much stronger than now!

Kil'jaeden, after all, is not a omniscient God, if you take it one step ahead ... maybe ... you don't have to be as embarrassed as you are now. After being tortured, even the soul is severely confined in a skeleton made of ice. Inside, it becomes the puppet of the Burning Legion.

Ner'zhul hated that!

He changed his mind.

In front of the coalition that joined the High Elf Army, large swaths of undead creatures fell down. They were like dry corpses that had been drained of blood by vampires, and then weathered and eroded after thousands of years of sun and rain, and they were carbonized and dispersed in the wind ...

Mograine and Sylvanas and others were stunned, and suddenly they had very bad feelings.

Undead will not die. They are 'dead' themselves. They can only prove one thing. Their master wants them to destroy.

This is not even a price that can easily be paid for the Scourge who does not have the capital.

Ner'zhul did just that.

In exchange, the terrible figure soaring in the air.

A quarter of an hour ago, Anthony Dass's attack was unstoppable.

The next second, Antonidas' magical power around him soared geometrically.

It was the power of darkness squeezed from hundreds of thousands of undead and undead.

This terrible power is so condensed, it actually dyes the sky with a large Lich as the center, more than ten kilometers in diameter. At first glance, it was a huge black mud that was constantly rolling.

Human beings, elves, dwarves ... Everyone who witnessed this scene was dreadful.

The air settled down, leaving only the plethora of desperate air-chilling sounds left.

Is this still an enemy that mortals can fight against?

Suddenly, Sylvanas raised a rein, and the chocobos under her sounded a loud hissing.

"What are you doing?" Mograine asked immediately.

"Offensive!" Sylvanas answered proudly.

"Wait! Duke calls us ..."

"Yes! He is the commander! But he is playing against Anthony Das, not Alsace! The Sunwell is being threatened. And we ... just because we refuse to wait for death! So we are here!"

Mograine and Abidis were speechless for a moment, then relieved.

Duke's "Old Fault" has been committed again!

As a commander-in-chief, he is almost perfect. However, in the league, there is a saying that Duke always likes to premise at the least cost, and then try to win the biggest victory under this premise.

Of course, a leader who loves his subordinates is easy to be loved by his subordinates.

In many cases, it is not possible to cherish the subordinates to win victory.

It was a terrorist adversary that destroyed the two kingdoms of the Alliance and swept over half of the continent.

It was an opponent who could never be destroyed simply by consumption.

Mograine and Abidis smiled at each other, then Mograine held up the huge [Emerald] in his hand: "Brothers! Why did we come here? Isn't it to fight that killing? After our beloved King Terenas, the fallen demon Arthas? Don't have the courage to face the dead guy, get me back on the boat now! The rest follow me. "

Sylvanas cast an admiring look at Mograine, and she also raised the bow of war in her hand: "For our sun, for Quel'dorei"

With the determination of a brave battle, the 200,000 army rolled north, and chased Alsace's back with a force of no return.

Feeling the movement of the army around him, Duke laughed abruptly: "The guys ... but okay, this is the only Queen I love."

In the face of an increasingly offset, but better, Azeroth world, Duke was always a little bit embarrassed.

No intervention!

He couldn't stand the recurrence of that tragedy.

Intervention!

Often it will lead to various unpredictable events, always worrying about whether the big heroes that have been famous in history will become disabled and become waste.

And I ’m afraid that because of the changes, ‘he ’s no longer him’ and ‘she’ is not that ’her. Beware that the best thoughts in your mind are different from reality, and you will be at a loss.

Now, with the system's far-sighted function, Duke saw Mograine riding a warhorse in order to fight evil spirits, and saw Sylvanas flying with blond hair holding a war bow in order to defend the country. Duke suddenly felt really A spirit.

What is a hero?

Heroes are abstract and vague.

Heroes never have an accurate definition.

But in times of trouble, when a seemingly cowardly figure stands up for his compatriots, without hesitation launching a charge against a seemingly invincible enemy, their figure coincides with the legendary hero.

what! This is indeed an age of heroes!

Watching the surge in strength and the madness of Anthony Das, feeling the dark magic that was far beyond the branches of the Sunwell, the vastness of boundlessness, a smile appeared on the corner of Duke's mouth.

This smile gave Anthony Das a sudden bad feeling.

Did ... Duke still have a hole card?

"Yo! Anthony Das, don't you think I've been in the void for ten years, haven't any new tricks been practiced?"