Stormwind God

Open up the wasteland to push the boss, take the first kill and not pretend to be forced, then I'm so sorry for myself.

Of course, the external Duke can claim that it is to give the next battle of Archmund, to give everyone confidence and example.

Anyway, when Duke bumped into a piece with two demon lords entangled with the shoulder armor, his left leg stood on Kazak's shoulder, and his right foot stepped on Kazloga's shoulder armor, posing A striking shape.

The unknown sword in his hand threatened the two demon lords.

There is nothing more exciting in the universe than the holy sword full of righteous energy. Duke's holy sword is strictly [Querzalam], it is the best product from the Pantheon!

Without hesitation, Kazak and Kazloga simultaneously defined Duke near their vitals as the most dangerous being, slap the claws of three fingers towards Duke in sequence.

Who knows ...

Just before the two violent palms almost hit Duke, Duke smiled badly: "Sorry, lie to you."

After all, it was extremely irresponsible.

It's really flash people, a [flash] ran away again.

When the two great demons are so embarrassed, each move may also cause a fatal flaw. Grom, who has been watching for a long time, jumped up high on the spot, and was ready to once again jump to the ground.

In the end, Roar failed to grab the head.

He was hit by Kazak [Void Arrow] in midair. In addition to the shadow damage, the most ill of this thing is its slowing effect with space characteristics.

The lightning-fast jump was originally slowed down by half forcibly, and Lord Howl was tragedy and became a target slowly drifting in the air.

Such a good human flesh bag, don't hesitate who you?

Kazak was unwilling to lose his center of gravity and had to pull his other hand and throw it to Grom.

"Pop!" For a moment, like a fan flying a flies, the poor roaring master was beaten and flew hundreds of meters away.

If it wasn't for him passing at high speed in mid-air, Turalyon kindly gave him a heroic 0.2-second [Holy Light Flash] with a cast time compressed to the limit. Maybe his elder man could n’t carry the bones. It may be Kneeling.

Just then, Duke reappeared on Kazak's chest.

When Duke inadvertently sold a teammate Grom who tried to grab the head, he also cheated Kazak and Kazloga's skills.

At this moment, the two of them are completely empty.

Duke gave a sharp look, sneered, and meditated in his mind: In the name of [Queen of Ice], mentally handicapped

The powerful [Slowdown] directly raises the weaker Kaz'loga, based on the body of his demon lord, and under the full power of the Sun Mages, he is also hit, with a yellow background The huge demon body was slowed down more than half.

On the other hand, looking at Kazak's ugly face that he has seen more than once, Duke couldn't help remembering that the goods had sneaked into Karazhan, and almost had to demolish Du's hometown.

"Hmm! There is a way in heaven, you do n’t go, **** breaks in without a gate? Last time you couldn't kill you, you ran to me this time to die again? You said, are you a sword dealer? Are you mean?"

Duke's entire right arm seemed to be merged with an unknown holy sword, turning it into a dazzling golden streamer, which has spanned a few meters of space in a single hand.

Demon lord Kazak leaned back and tried to avoid the sword. The space seems to have a strange dislocation, and his efforts have given him a very weird deflection angle ...

Kazak was horrified to find that his own head actually touched his own neck!

Only the onlooker can clearly see that when he leaned back, exactly a golden horizontal line appeared at the connection between his head and his neck.

The thin golden line continued backwards.

A slight shock wave wafted in mid-air. Only those with strong eyesight could see it. A slender and narrow golden light blade swept across the air in the moment, passing through Kazak's thick The neck that had to be embraced by at least two people, finally fell to the ground and cut out a neat horizontal line.

Time seems to be fixed at that moment.

Observing all this clearly, but the terrible power of [Slowdown] on the day of Xi, making the demon lord Kazloga's face want to make a terrifying expression must take at least three seconds.

Duke stabbed a gorgeous kick back.

It wasn't until the slender gold sword pierced Kaz'loga's eyebrows unhindered that time returned to normal.

The only thing he could do was to make the last scream in his life: "No"

In the gaze of thousands of generals, in the eyes of the three elites of the Alliance Tribe Night Elves, Duke, righteous in his own right, succeeded in stealing the head.

Watching Grom * Hellscream roaring in the distance, Duke grinned maliciously: Sorry! When it comes to grabbing people, although you are a grandfather, I am an old ancestor swordman!

In the air, Duke [Slow Fall] was applied to him, like a feather rippling in the wind, falling slowly.

The opposite background is the voluminous bodies of the two demon lords falling down, splashing the dust.

The victory this time seemed to be too understatement. Instead, it made the powerful people feel unreal.

Think about it, a large group of people worked hard and strangled the two demons twice each. The results of it? Brother Xinchun was resurrected with blood.

Who can guarantee that this time the two demons will not rise again?

At this moment, almost every strong man has the same question:

Are they dead?

What about cocoons? No! ?

So ... are we victorious?

We really won! ?

Duke smiled and gave a positive answer: "Yes! We have won!"

The smile is light and faint, talking about the means by which the laughter is so strong.

It seems that the tactics have not changed much, but they have successfully killed the invincible powerful enemies in their hearts.

What kind of wisdom is this? How easy is it?

The heart of every strong man is shaking.

Very weird, everyone suddenly wanted to see the two horrible demon jumping up and shouting "We will fight three hundred more rounds" or something.

However, this is impossible.

The two huge corpses, lying there so quietly, became another backdrop for Duke's undefeated myth.

At this time, Duke beckoned Tyrande: "Come here, please touch the body, oh, count the booty."

Tyrande was a little dazed. "Me?"