Chapter 966 - Imposing

It is difficult to describe what kind of collective this so-called Duke in front of me is.

An empty shell constructed with magic as its core, the soul of a super wizard who should have carried the destiny of history but became an elemental life form, and the manipulation of the genuine demigod who truly controls behind the scenes.

Illidan looked at Duke with extremely complicated feelings. He felt a little fooled, but he couldn't tell what Duke had fooled him about.

Illidan had a vague idea of ​​where Kil'jaeden had gone. What Duke was doing now was the ultimate effort he had made under the premise of fulfilling his duty to protect Azeroth.

But no one expected that such an operation would actually exist.

Duke raised his left hand and gently grasped it. A very ordinary brown-red wooden staff suddenly appeared in his left hand. The chicken leg-shaped head and simple ribbons, just looking at the appearance, no one would associate this simple and old-fashioned staff with the legendary strongest staff in Azeroth.

But when three ethereal crows gently appeared on the tip of the staff, circling and spinning, making croaking noises, Illidan had a trance-like feeling that the thread of his own destiny was disturbed by these crows.

Duke spoke, his voice deep and full of a sense of historical solemnity:

"This is Atiesh, the Legendary Staff of the Guardian! Medivh, the former Guardian of Azeroth, sacrificed himself to destroy this artifact and sent Sargeras' soul into the Abyss. It took me 23 years to finally collect all 42 fragments from Kel'Thuzad and C'Thun and rebuild this staff."

Duke opened the five fingers of his right hand and pulled out another weapon from the void. When his wrist was pulled out from the void, the image in the air began to ripple with golden waves like water waves.

What he took out was a sacred sword shining with golden light: the sword body was extremely slender, and the blade was less than a finger wide. The sword body kept twisting upwards like a spiral cone, shining brightly, and as if for the sake of beauty, a pair of glittering angel wings were added to the sword hilt.

Compared with the seemingly old staff in Duke's left hand, the blade of this holy sword is as smooth as new, as if it had just been quenched and forged in the blacksmith shop and just put on the shelf.

But when Illidan saw it for the first time, he trembled all over.

It's not that the sword is too new, but the sacred aura emanating from it is too strong, so that not even the slightest bit of filth can accumulate on it.

This holy sword obviously represents absolute purification!

Duke's voice became deeper and deeper, but to Illidan's ears, every word was shocking, like the morning bell in heaven, thought-provoking:

"This sword originated from Quel'Zaram, an unnamed product of the Great Holy Sword that split apart. It once had an unreliable name. However, after I used it to kill the Demon King Sargeras, the Lich King Ner'zhul, the Fire Lord Ragnaros, the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, the Defiler Archimonde, and the Ancient God C'Thun... I prefer to call it Edmund Duke's Demon-Slaying Sword!"

Duke took a step forward with each name he said.

Each step is heavier and more shocking than the last.

The holy sword will not kill nameless people!

Precisely because every name on this holy sword once represented an earth-shaking feat, it seemed to carry a weight beyond imagination.

Illidan was so out of control for a moment that he even forgot to breathe.

These names, at least in a small area, are famous, at most in the universe. Compared with them, what is Illidan?

Illidan knew something about Duke's battle record, but when Duke recounted it in detail, he clearly felt the pressure in his heart as heavy as a mountain pressing down on him.

"Crack!" That was the sound of Illidan biting his shark teeth hard.

He didn't know when, but the toe of his left foot, which had been stepping forward, actually moved back a centimeter. He noticed this immediately, and this discovery made him feel extremely ashamed.

Because this proves that he is afraid.

In front of Duke, all his efforts seemed to be in vain, and all his achievements seemed to be just child's play.

Duke acted as an immature mole when he blew up the Twisting Nether during the War of the Ancients.

When Duke had beaten almost all the big guys of the Burning Legion, he was still serving as Kil'jaeden's lackey...

There is no harm without comparison.

Duke's brilliance serves as a perfect contrast to his failure.

Illidan's muscles were swollen to the extreme, and the double blades in his hands were shaking because of his excessive grip.

Illidan... was a little confused and at a loss.

At this moment in Karazhan, Jaina rubbed her brows and said, "Hey! Duke, although you have beaten so many powerful guys, I remember that when you stabbed Medivh who was possessed by Sargeras to death, you didn't have this holy sword yet, right?"

Duke was talking nonsense with a righteous look on his face: "As for momentum, as long as you can overwhelm the opponent, you're successful. As for record, no matter whether I believe it or not, as long as the opponent believes it and is scared, then everything will be fine!"

Tyrande, who had been in a state of anxiety, slapped her forehead and said, "Am I stupid to worry about you and Illidan so much?"

"It's a little bit..." Before Duke could finish his words, Alleria glared at him fiercely, and Duke decisively took back the second half of his sarcastic remarks.

In fact, is it wrong for Duke to use his power to pressure others?

That's absolutely right!

If you can overwhelm your opponent with your momentum and shake his confidence before the battle, it will be the biggest advantage in this kind of duel where the level difference is not far.

Duke's lies were 70% true and 30% false, and he was bluffing Illidan because he was not well-informed. Poor Illidan was imprisoned for 10,000 years, and soon after he was released, he jumped to the Burning Legion, and was forced by Kil'jaeden to go to Northrend to fight Arthas. This time point was just after Duke led the coalition forces to kill Archimonde.

Even if Kil'jaeden kept his mouth shut, there were always gossipy demons below who knew about Duke's crazy achievements. As a result of rumors, Duke's achievements had already been exaggerated many times.

There are two points that are absolutely certain. Duke killed Sargeras and Archimonde with his own hands. Regardless of whether these two can be resurrected in the future, at least everyone knows that Duke defeated the Burning Legion and only Kil'jaeden was left among the three leaders.

This is why Illidan is so wary of Duke.

The strong wind from the Dark Temple blew over, but was completely swept away by the elements around Duke that were so strong that they almost turned into substance. Duke raised the corner of his mouth, and he knew that the time had come.

Simply inflicting fear would only arouse Illidan's blood.

It's time to bring another wave of rhythm.

"Ah! Yes, I forgot to tell you that after Arthas became a Death Knight, he met me twice. One time, one of my hands was cut off, and the other time, he chopped me in half... I heard that you were beaten badly by that guy. I hope you won't disappoint me too much. If you are not as good as him..."

Duke's words were heard word for word by the women watching in Karazhan, and Jaina rolled her eyes. Although Duke didn't explicitly say that Arthas was slashed twice by him, it was clearly leading in that direction.

Tyrande was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly. She held her chin with one hand and rubbed her brow with the other, thinking: Illidan is a veteran who has lived for more than 10,000 years. It's a pity that in terms of strategy and tactics, even if I practice for another 10,000 years, I can't catch up with Duke!

Alleria shrugged. She knew that Duke was good at taking advantage of situations and accumulating his own advantages. There was no way to interrupt Duke at the beginning. It was like a snowball, making Duke become the behemoth he is now. Who would have thought that Duke was just a little guy with some strange abilities at the beginning. Now... he is almost the hope of the entire Azeroth.

When Duke mentioned Arthas, he was slapping Illidan in the face. The face that turned black and green because of the fel energy became very interesting.

"Is all you can do about it?" Illidan said harshly.

"Oh?" Duke smiled. He raised his left hand holding the staff, held it horizontally, and pointed his palm upwards. He hooked his index finger at Illidan and said, "Come on, it's just you and me. My subordinates won't attack you."

The Twin Emperors, Kael'thas and Vashj all stepped back, leaving enough space for the two bosses to fight.

Illidan's eyelids were twitching wildly. To be honest, if Duke brought his luxurious lineup with him, he would really have a headache.

He was able to beat these four guys just now because they lacked coordination with each other, and the key was that they lacked a real core. Once Duke appeared, these four guys would undoubtedly all focus on Duke, and the demigod-level combat power would be fully released.

It would be more ideal tactically to just deal with Duke.

Unfortunately, knowing full well that the opponent was just a puppet, Illidan felt like he would lose whether he won or not.

That's right, Duke's real body couldn't come, but that didn't mean Duke couldn't create a new puppet mage. Illidan really didn't understand what kind of existence the Demigod of the Demonic Web was.

Illidan shook his head, forcing the distracting thoughts out of his mind.

No matter what the outcome, he has no choice but to fight, otherwise his foundation will be ruined.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Illidan's huge body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

There was no use for his fluent demonic spells. The opponent was obviously an elemental being at the pinnacle of power. A blind battle of magic would probably not win his favor.

Illidan attacked directly, wielding the Twin Blades of Azzinoth.

There were no feints, no tests, only absolute speed.

So fast that it is beyond the reach of the naked eye!

Faster than you can imagine!

It reminds me of the countless times in the War of the Ancients when Illidan simply rushed past quickly, every movement of the demon was frozen, and then purple-blue blood spurted out from the vital points.

When Duke realized that Illidan had circled behind him and was about to chop him from behind, for a moment Duke thought he was in trouble.

Illidan is fast, but the system AI's reaction is even faster.

This was completely beyond the limit of Duke's consciousness, and the system had already activated protection on its own.

"Woo——"

The elements that were extremely calm the moment before were stretched in space as if obeying Duke's will. The sudden and terrifying cold light made every strong man think of weapons, and they felt a piercing chill that went straight from their bones to their hearts.

Illidan instantly determined that as long as he rushed in recklessly, the cold would climb up his body in the next moment, then instantly frost and form a thick layer of ice, blocking his movements.

Element - Frost!

Illidan's face suddenly changed, and his body, which had been greatly strengthened by the fel energy, made an incredible move. In a flash of lightning, his huge body rushed forward and did a backflip. His feet, which had become tauren because of the fel energy, kicked into the void, using the two balls of fel energy fire that appeared out of thin air as leverage, and his entire body completely changed direction, doing three backflips in the direction he came from, and flew backwards.

He pushed so hard that his tauren plowed two fist-deep marks on the solid temple floor as he retreated.

It was not until this moment that Duke slowly turned half of his body and turned his head to look at Illidan with a teasing smile of a winner on his face.

"Wow, you react pretty quickly!"

Illidan's face turned blue and red. Compared with Duke's methods, his attack just now was simply clownish.

This is like two people fighting each other, one of them dances with his sword to create ninety-nine eighty-one sword flowers, which seems extremely gorgeous, but unexpectedly he is knocked down by the other side with one move.

It's such a disgrace to the twisting void.

In Karazhan, while all the girls were amazed, only Jaina felt a little strange: "Why do I feel like it was you who didn't react just now?"

"Pa!" Duke slapped Jaina on her perky butt, making her scream. She jumped up, covering her back and looking shy.

You want me to talk too much? Believe it or not, I will turn around and yell at you!

Of course, outsiders couldn't know that Duke really didn't react. They just felt that he, the boss, was so awesome!

Vashj, who was standing fifty meters away, had a gleam in her beautiful eyes and a flushed face, which made people wonder if she had just had some perverse thoughts in her mind and was overwhelmed with herself.

Over there, just one test made Illidan's heart sink.

He just felt that Edmund Duke had knocked over so many peerless powerful people, and it was indeed... worthy of his reputation.

"Tsk!" Illidan spat fiercely.

He was unwilling to accept this. He absolutely did not believe that a demigod who had not even manifested his true form could have such terrifying power.

This puppet, with the skin of Edmund Duke and an incompatible soul at its core, must have some weakness!

Illidan moved again, this time faster.

He ran around Duke, keeping at least ten meters away. His speed was so fast that he left a blurry shadow in the outer circle.

No one could sense his exact location, and could only hear the heavy "trampling" sound of the devil's tauren trampling on the stone slabs.

Sacrifice!

Mana Burning!

The once invincible combo is released all at once.

It's just... it's useless.

A cloud of elements rose up in front of Duke's left, looking like a mushroom cloud that had shrunk to the size of a palm. It was obvious that the elements there were all intensified and exploded out of control.

However, this group of elements is at least two meters away from Duke!

The curve of the smile on Duke's lips became clearer and clearer.

Illidan's Mana Burn sounds very impressive - a small amount of mana can cause chaos in the opponent's magic circuits and cause damage.

In fact, this is a high-level upgraded version of the mage's magic ban. The difference between the two is that magic ban only causes a brief disorder in the opponent's magic power, making it unable to cast spells; while Mana Burn is to inject more of one's own chaotic magic power into the opponent's body through the air, focusing on making all the magic power in that part of the opponent's circuit in a state of overload, and even causing the circuit to explode, destroying the opponent's magic power storage and damaging the opponent's circuit.

Since Duke has been plotting against Illidan for so long, how could he not be on guard against Illidan's move?

Even though Illidan had already become a demon and seemed to have forgotten his signature skill, Duke would never forget it.

What's more, Vashj and a few others have already gone up to test the waters, and based on the results, Duke is even more confident.

Therefore, in the void around him, Duke had already laid down a series of magic loops similar to magic circuits. On the surface, these loops were extensions of his personal magic circuits, being tactile and control lines. In fact, they had no direct connection with the magic circuits he currently possessed. They were purely used to prevent Illidan's Mana Burn.

It was not until this moment that the premonition of failure was so clearly displayed before the arrogant Illidan for the first time.

In every battle in his life, he could basically control the life and death of others with ease, but at this moment, he finally understood that when his best means of attack was ruthlessly curbed, the weaker party was as weak as a drowning person who was bound by the goddess of fate and then ruthlessly thrown into the sea to drown.

It was the deepest sorrow. The most proud tricks since debut were completely destroyed, and the desire and confidence for victory were ruthlessly trampled upon.

He finally showed signs of being unable to bear it. He had previously thought that Duke, as a newly promoted demigod, had achieved such success by often relying on the help of powerful people, and was no more than him in terms of strength and status.

In this case, he could certainly use all means to give Duke a warning.

But now he not only realized that his attempt to show his power failed, but he was also seriously wrong. That person was not a newly promoted demigod at all, nor was he a lucky guy who relied on his strong body or some special qualities to force his way into the realm of gods. Instead, he was a terrifying existence that had already touched the core meaning of the realm of gods.

No, once Duke is able to become one with the heaven and earth and call upon the power of the planet endlessly, even if the power Duke can call upon per unit time is limited, he will be an extremely powerful being that is about to step into the realm of true god.

Duke gently propped Atiesh on the ground and smiled. "Hey, Illidan! Show me what tricks you have. I'm looking forward to the power you'll gain after joining Kil'jaeden. What's next? Dark Barrage? Soul Drain? Flame Explosion? Or Flame of Pain?"

Duke counted out Illidan's moves one by one as if they were his own treasures. Every time he counted one, Illidan's face became darker.

If your enemies know your trump cards, can they still be called trump cards?

At some point, the psychological pressure Duke put on him had become increasingly greater.

Duke took three steps towards Illidan and said, "Illidan, although I am not in a hurry, I advise you to move faster. Otherwise, as the commander of the Alliance, it is not easy to compete with the people below..."

What are you grabbing?

Of course it's to grab the kill!

Duke raised his left hand slightly, and the battle images in various places in the Dark Temple at this moment were displayed in front of Illidan without reservation.

On the periphery, soldiers from the Alliance and the Horde rushed in, clearing out the resisting demons layer by layer in an orderly and disciplined manner.

The Cannons will attack first, and then the grenadiers will throw all kinds of holy water bombs at you. If they can't kill you, they will at least cripple you. Then the archers will suppress you, and finally the infantry will advance.

the Horde is simple and violent, often just charging with 'Lok-tar, ogar', and if I can't kill you, I lose.

Anyway, you can see that outside the vanguard line, the reinforcements and the injured soldiers who were evacuated formed two non-intersecting parallel lines, busy and orderly.

The army of demons and evil orcs that Illidan deployed in the temple retreated step by step.

On the Alliance side, Mistress Shahras was beaten to a pulp by Varian and his men. The arrogance on her face was no longer visible. Two of her six arms, which were extremely skillful and coordinated, had been chopped off by Varian, and her body was covered with scars. The only thing left was a matter of time.

On the Horde front, Velen and Thrall worked together to attack the Soul Repository, and it was obviously in the final stages. Illidan took a look and knew that the Soul Repository could not hold out. Of course, what made him even more angry was that he saw the four members of the Illidari Council just hanging around in the video.

Yes, Duke seemed to be thinking about the four people. But would he really let those four people join Illidan again? They were four people who had entered the realm of heroes, and they would never let Illidan get away with it!

In this way, Duke secretly hacked those four guys.

The last scene made Illidan's face as gloomy as ink.

Because he saw Akama himself, whose soul he had once extracted and who was guarding the temple in the form of Akama's Shadow, sneak into the most secret prison in the temple and release the guy he absolutely didn't want to see again - Maiev Shadowsong!

Only the strongest of wills can allow a person to pursue evil and enter the dark abyss without being tempted by demonic power. Such is the will of Maiev Shadowsong.

Before the War of the Ancients, Maiev Shadowsong was a high-ranking priestess of the night elves, which was a remarkable achievement for her without noble blood.

But the terror and chaos brought about by the invasion of the Burning Legion made her deeply feel that only quick and decisive action was the only way to solve the problem. When the traitor Illidan was not executed but sentenced to life imprisonment, she could not suppress her anger, but she still offered to be Illidan's guardian until the day he died.

She also gathered other priestesses to assist her and formed the Watchers, an order dedicated to defending night elf society from evil.

After Illidan escaped from prison, Warden Shadowsong set out to hunt him down. Many Wardens died in the process, but her will never wavered. Her firm belief in order and justice carried her through one difficulty after another, including the days when she was captured and imprisoned by Illidan...

Now that Maiev Shadowsong has been released, it is obvious that based on her personality, she will definitely come to cause trouble for Illidan first.

Illidan suddenly felt annoyed. He really didn't know what would happen if he fell into Maiev's hands.

But that would definitely be an ending that has nothing to do with happiness and stability.

Illidan suddenly had a sinister premonition that he would fail.

Illidan has experienced too many failures. If it weren't for his rebellious character and his unyielding spirit of fighting again and again despite repeated failures, most people would have collapsed long ago.

Even if Duke asked himself honestly, he would probably collapse and commit suicide if he was locked up in a small dark room for a month, let alone ten thousand years. In terms of willpower, even if he was not a weakling, he was still not strong.

Illidan had a mysterious self-confidence that allowed him to get through it time and time again.

But so what?

Can he be prevented from failing again?

Duke saw Illidan's wonderful expression, and he knew that his psychological offensive had worked again. Although he couldn't understand the extent of the relationship between Maiev Shadowsong and Illidan, and he thought that Maiev had tortured Illidan a lot in the past ten thousand years, it was an indisputable fact that Illidan did not kill Maiev immediately after catching her.

In the end, is it the other way around, playing the whip and dripping wax triangle horse on Maiev?

Or should we leave some room for each other so that we can meet again in the future?

Or let's talk about it later?

Or maybe it's all three.

Duke didn't know about this.

Anyway, Duke only knew that Maiev was extremely strong. If she wasn't strong, she would definitely not be able to chase Illidan in both worlds like chasing a rabbit.

If Duke guessed correctly, Maiev Shadowsong should have a demigod body of some kind, and was the type that could defeat Illidan. Otherwise, in history, Illidan would not have had to team up with a group of his followers to capture Maiev.

When Tyrande saw this scene in Karazhan, she seemed to have seen the ending - Duke was like a most skilled hunter, forcing the beast Illidan step by step into the trap he had prepared in advance.

This is both a crushing force of the general trend and a chain of noose that is linked one after another.

"Hey! Duke, why do I feel that you are the villain this time?" Jaina pointed this out very cleverly.

"Pa!" Last time I spanked the left butt, this time it was the right side's turn.

"Woo woo!" Jaina burst into tears. She had been a little princess since she was a child, and now she was going to be a queen when she grew up. Who else would dare to spank her except Duke, the bastard master who pushed his apprentice?

Damn it, do you want me to be so nosy?

On the platform of the Black Temple, the impact on Illidan was obvious. He moved again, and this time, he actually made a mirror image similar to the Blademaster. At this moment, there were four Illidans in the four directions of east, south, west and north, pacing along an invisible circle.

"Huh?" Duke let out a breath of foul air.

Illidan knows this trick... I've never seen it before.

But then again, if all of Illidan's moves were the same as in the game, it would be too boring.

Although he had no interest in the Egg Sword as a wizard, he had the rich experience of countless Illidan-related battles as a team leader. In addition, after the system elves simulated the precise three-dimensional scene, he could tell when Illidan was pooping or peeing just by limping.

"Edmund Duke, please repent for provoking me again and again!"

"I'm sorry. As a demigod, I really don't know who to confess to." Duke had a strange smile on his face. The next second, Illidan knew why: "Besides, I can do the same trick as you!"

Mirror Image of Truth!

Opposite the four Illidans, four identical Dukes suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The height, figure, clothing, appearance, even the expression and the magic within are all made from the same mold.

If Duke hadn't deliberately left a flaw, even people around him like Vashj wouldn't have been able to tell who was who.

Duke had four new mirror images holding different weapons.

These different styles of magic weapons come from Molten Core, Blackwing Lair, Naxxramas and Ahn'Qiraj Temple. They are not only a powerful addition to the mirror casting ability, but also a great proof of Duke's successful conquest of the major Jedi.

As his strength increased, Duke no longer had any use for these weapons and equipment, but they were all soul-bound. It would be a waste to turn them into enchantment materials, but there were plenty of places anyway, so he just kept them as a souvenir.

If it is used now, it will be another slap in the face to Illidan.

Look! Even my phantom clone is holding the real thing.

Do you have the ability to create three more pairs of Twin Blades of Azzinoth?

Fortunately, Illidan no longer has eyeballs, otherwise his eyeballs would have bulged out this time.

Behind the black cloth covering his eyes, a faint green light flickered continuously. It was obvious that Illidan was very angry.

Calm down! Calm down! I must calm down!

Although he knew that Duke was provoking him, when the time came, looking at Duke's irritating face and thinking that it was this guy who took away his beloved Tyrande, Illidan couldn't keep calm at all.

"Hah!" Four loud shouts rang out in four directions at no particular order. The next second, all four Illidans disappeared.

He learned the Mirror Clone from a Fel Orc Swordmaster, and it took him a long time to master it. This skill requires extremely high talent, as well as the brain's coordination and command ability. He really didn't believe that a weak mage who didn't work hard could have such a reaction and face attacks from four directions at the same time.

Actually, Duke didn't.

However, Illidan knew too little about Duke. From the beginning, Duke was famous for his so-called super-magic expertise, Multicasting!

Not to mention four, relying on the system elves, Duke can even create a hundred clones with different movements and independent reactions. However, it will become difficult to maintain the combat power of the clones, and it will cause more unnecessary burdens to the magic network in the outer domain.

So there are only four of them, and it looks like one on one.

In fact, there is a fundamental difference. Duke used four clones to deal with Illidan, while Illidan used the original body plus the three-point god 1+3.

In the other three directions, one Duke used a suddenly ejected ice cone to resist the attack of one Illidan, another used Dragon's Breath to counter the Shadow Blast of the Eggman clone, and another pair used Ice Ring and Ice Lance to lock the Eggman clone and counter the Throwing Blade.

In the direction of Illidan's main attack, the genuine Egg Sword drew a mysterious arc, and in the blink of an eye, it cut in half the clone along with the Ice Barrier released at the critical moment.

The real mirror image Duke let out a very realistic scream, which made even the women in Karazhan shudder, and then disappeared...

Only a candlestick-shaped staff was left, falling dejectedly from mid-air.

However, just as Illidan accelerated his sprint, a huge elemental hand suddenly fell from the sky.

If the attack of the sledgehammer is like a mountain pressing down on one's head, giving one an incomparably heavy and majestic feeling, then the attack of the axe is like the creation of the world, giving one an irresistible feeling of strength and power.

Being fast usually comes at the cost of losing explosive power and destructive power. Illidan is not afraid of his opponent's speed. His body, which has been greatly strengthened by the fel energy, is enough to allow him to ignore most low-intensity attacks. The chaotic fel energy that lingers on him is also enough to crush any low-purity magic element.

Now the feeling that this elemental hand gave Illidan was the perfect combination of majesty and ferocity. It was clearly the most unruly magical element in the atmosphere of the Outer Realm, but it was not only extremely docile, but also had an extremely fast and fierce reaction.

hide?

How to hide?

The area within a hundred meters is actually covered by this elemental palm.

If it was an open space with no obstacles, Illidan could still dodge at high speed. However, when he thought of dodging, he was shocked to find that because of the sudden influx of massive frost elements, not only did the temperature around him drop sharply, but it also slowed down significantly!

Illidan suddenly raised his head, with a strange expression that was difficult to describe in words on his face. The dark green fire in his empty eye sockets that served as his eyeballs stared straight at the huge elemental hand that was rapidly expanding in his field of vision.

"Bang!"

It was a direct blow that felt like the collapse of heaven and earth.

The entire Dark Temple was shocked, and even Varian and Mistress Shahras, who were fighting fiercely, stopped for a while.

After hitting Illidan, the violent elements poured out and ran wildly for a while, but Duke slammed Atiesh to the ground, making a metallic clanging sound that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

In Karazhan, Jaina watched this scene in shock. Duke's control and shaping of the elements completely overturned her cognition.

In Jaina's concept, when the element shaped into the desired shape hits the target, it should have completed its mission. This is not the case with Duke.

Those flying and exploding elemental balls stopped abruptly under Duke's will and reshaped into knives, swords, arrows, or guns. Jaina even saw the shape of the chainsaws that are now widely used in the Alliance.

All the elements flew back and madly attacked Illidan, who was pinned down in the sunken ground and unable to move.

Piercing his skin, severing his wings, destroying his muscles.

"Ahhhhhh——" Holding up the giant elemental hand that fell from the sky as if he was lifting a weight, Illidan used his body strengthened by fel energy to resist the pressure like a collapsing mountain, while roaring like a wounded beast.

As he roared, his entire body was immediately bathed in the flames of evil energy.

The evil energy originating from the twisting void, brutally and violently, with high temperature and momentum to burn everything, tried to devour all the elements that suppressed, attacked, and hurt him.

Duke frowned slightly.

At first glance, what Illidan did seemed as ridiculous as a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

But why did the Burning Legion burn planet after planet, kill all the living things, and turn those planets into completely barren lands? Of course, some demons are particularly bloodthirsty, but the more important point is that the Legion needs to collect more evil energy in order to expand.

The source of evil energy is the forced harvesting, squeezing, corruption, and ultimate transformation of all kinds of life and souls.

If left alone, it would be no fun once Illidan devoured more than half of the surrounding elements, or Duke lost control of the elements.

Duke's holy sword, which had not been used since the war began, shook lightly, and suddenly four phantom clones of Alonsus Faol, bathed in holy golden light, appeared around Illidan.

In the blink of an eye, 4 became 16, became 64, became 1024.

The entire platform was filled with densely packed phantoms of the Archbishop of Holy Light, all of which looked exactly like the same person.

Even Kael'thas and Vashj were surprised to find themselves surrounded by a group of Alonsus Faol.

Every Alonsus chanted a mysterious and strange prayer, and their charlatan-like chanting echoed continuously in the air above the platform.

"Light comes from darkness, and light comes from darkness!"

Repeating over and over again, like an infinite brainwashing loop.

Illidan knew very well that the simplest response to this kind of nonsense was - I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen!

But Duke is even more shameless than him!

Here, he was pressed down with the hand of element, so that he had no hands to cover his ears.

There, a spiritual pollution similar to that of Tang Monk chanting sutras was initiated, and under the control of Alonsus himself who was hidden in the magic net, the phantom clones of the twelve archbishops began to drive the magic circle.

This holy light array, taught by Velen, can truly reverse the energy corrupted by fel energy. It can be said to be an old enemy of fel energy.

"Bastard... bastard——" Illidan was furious.

He never expected that Duke actually possessed the power of Holy Light.

Duke laughed: "What? You are only allowed to devour my elements, but you are not allowed to convert your evil energy into mine?"

You are the first and I am the fifteenth. It's fair!

Duke acted fair and just, but he almost made Illidan so angry that he exploded.

If you have the guts, don't attack my lair! ?

Of course Illidan couldn't say this out loud. He could only keep it in his heart, no matter how uncomfortable he felt.

The green evil energy was still surging around his body. After just ten breaths, suddenly, the dark green light became stronger. Even on the plains outside the Dark Temple, one could see a huge green pillar of light rising into the sky from the top of the temple.

"What...is this?" Every Allied soldier was stunned.

A terrible roar was coming from the top of the temple. Everyone couldn't help but look upwards. The slight shaking of the temple did not stop, as if some terrible existence was brewing above and was about to wake up.

A roaring sound came faintly from the end of the sight, as if an ancient beast was roaring.

The evil aura was so strong that it almost became tangible, making the sky above the entire temple gloomy. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and suddenly, a very different black lightning split the chaotic starry sky and fell from the sky.

The next moment, what should have been a dazzling flash of lightning instead made everyone's vision go dark in an instant.

Although this period was very short, it naturally caused widespread panic.

"Holy Light! What happened?"

It seemed as if a portal had opened in the sky, and something seemed to be pouring out from it, but nothing could be seen. In everyone's vision, that direction was completely hazy, as if all the light had been swallowed up.

"Damn! Illidan, what on earth did you do!?" When Duke saw this scene, he had only one thought in his mind - history is damn unreliable!

Behind Illidan, a human figure appeared, composed of dozens of highly concentrated dark energy bodies that looked like dark runes.

This thing has several runes built together on its upper body, and a forked rune on its lower body that acts as a foot. Overall, all the runes are located on the same plane.

As an old player, a senior time traveler, and someone who once went to Shattrath City on a pilgrimage to collect holy water of the Naaru (foot washing water), how could Duke not recognize that this thing was once a Naaru?

But when he saw his terrible color, which was a hundred times darker than coal ash, Duke immediately knew that this thing was a fallen Naaru.

According to history, the Dark Naaru should not appear on the boss list of the Dark Temple.

The problem is that ever since Duke came here through time, he has been causing trouble as long as he lives.

Not to mention the arrival of a Dark Naaru, even if Kil'jaeden came, it would not be impossible.

As the worst butterfly who changed history, Duke said that if he was not given swear words, he would have nothing to say.

Kael'thas next to him finally realized what was going on and revealed the other party's identity: "Ah! It's M'uru! It was originally a guard of Storm Fortress, but it was abducted when Illidan led his army to attack Storm Fortress for the first time several years ago."

Duke's teeth hurt.

Duke wouldn't feel it was inappropriate no matter who said it, but when Kael'thas said it, it was really... I didn't know what to say.

To be precise, Storm Fortress was originally an interdimensional spaceship used by the mysterious Naaru to travel in the universe. Twenty-five thousand years ago, Velen, who refused to go along with Kil'jaeden, fled the planet Argus with his compatriots on the Storm Fortress of the Naaru.

When the Naaru came to Outland and entered Shattrath City to participate in the battle against the demons under Illidan, only M'uru was left as a garrison member of Storm Keep.

Originally in history, it was Kael'thas, who became Illidan's subordinate, who led his thugs to raid Storm Fortress, captured M'uru and sent him as a gift to Silvermoon City, the main city of the blood elves.

During the Scourge, many priests lost their ability to sense the Holy Light. They believed that the Holy Light had abandoned them, so they abandoned the Holy Light and tried to enslave it. Muru was imprisoned in the basement of Silvermoon City. Every Blood Knight needed to obtain the pure Holy Light power from him in order to enslave the Holy Light. Under the continuous extraction of countless people, Muru's Holy Light power became extremely weak.

Under such circumstances, M'uru was corrupted by Kil'jaeden's power and degenerated into a dark naaru. Because he was a body of pure energy, he could also transform into a terrifying entropy demon.

It appears as the fifth boss in Sunwell Plateau.

Moreover, it is honored and awesome to be a member of the "Terrible Boss Club that can't be killed unless Blizzard daddy cuts it down". Countless elite guilds' pioneering groups were wiped out by the daddy-level Muru.

Now, the goddess of fate seemed to have played a bad joke on Duke, and turned the Dark Naaru, who was supposed to be created by Kael'thas, into a powerful ally of Illidan.

Duke didn't know what Illidan had done to M'uru, nor did he know if Kil'jaeden had done anything fishy.

He only knew that things were getting serious.

Duke suddenly realized something, turned his head a little uneasily, and opened his mouth wide to shout at Vashj and the others.

"Get started!"

However, in the vast black and strange light, the darkness seemed to swallow everything. After a circle of dark light suddenly burst out around Muru, a black hole formed above Muru's head, and then the whole world fell silent.

Every strong man saw the people around him shouting something, but he only saw their mouths opening and closing, but no sound came out.

The sound seemed to be completely swallowed up, not only the sound, but also the elements.

The elements of arcane, fire, ice, etc. that Duke Lai thought were the greatest helpers were all swallowed up by the black hole created by the dark Naaru.

Without the arcane element, there is naturally no such thing as magical communication.

In the next moment, the five heroes including Duke were shocked because they found that even each other's vision began to become blurred.

Human vision is the result of light entering the eyeball, forming nerve signals in the eyeball, which are transmitted to the brain and adjusted by the brain to form an image.

If even light is swallowed up, then there is no such thing as a horizon.

Duke's face turned pale. He really didn't expect that Illidan could use Muru. It is difficult to define what kind of existence a dark Muru is. Muru itself is not very scary. What is scary is that it can act as a nuclear power plant and do all kinds of incredible things.

Under normal circumstances, it is a sacred holy light spring. The loss of holy light foot washing water is absolutely a drizzle, and we will give you as much as you want.

The Dark Naaru released all the dark power it had stored at once, and that is the black hole we see now.

Duke didn't know how much matter or energy a black hole of this level could swallow. He only knew it was definitely a lot.

He had to do something, otherwise Vashj and the others would be wiped out in the Black Temple.

At this moment in the middle level, Thrall, Velen and their group were already in the final stages of beating up the Soul Box. It seemed that if they put in a little more effort, they could overturn the Soul Box.

But at this moment, everyone felt the black hole at the top of the Dark Temple.

Velen stopped, he raised his head and looked at the place several floors above, and raised his hand lightly. The holy light radiating from around him outlined the shape of the Naaru on the top floor in the distance.

"Mentor...that is..." Irel's voice trembled with fear.

"Muru... So it's here..." Velen answered in a trance-like voice.

"Will the Naaru also fall? That big black hole gives me a bad feeling." Yrel's voice trembled more and more.

"Yes! If left unchecked, the black hole may even expand infinitely, swallowing up the entire Dark Temple and even the entire Draenor within a few minutes."

"What!?" This time, even Thrall couldn't remain calm.

He led the Horde army here for justice, to liberate his compatriots from Illidan's slavery. But he definitely didn't want so many of his compatriots to die with Illidan.

"Can't we do something?" Vol'jin shouted.

"Of course!" Velen said decisively. At the same time, he turned his head and shouted, "Someone must carry the banner and continue the Draenei's fight against the Burning Legion. I have led you all for so long, and it is time to let go. I have my responsibilities, and you have yours. I declare that the next Archbishop will be Yrel!"

"Ah!" Irel was confused.

"What?" Maraad, who was fighting, suddenly realized something.

The Draenei warriors who were guarding the periphery could no longer remain calm.

What on earth was Archbishop Velen going to do, announcing the next Archbishop in advance?!

This is clearly a request for help!

In terms of fame and seniority, when will it be the turn of little Irel to become the archbishop? Even if she is currently the candidate for the position of archbishop, she has already jumped many levels.

At that time, some Draenei were a little indignant.

"The Naaru can attest to Yrel's piety, and she will be the best bridge of communication between the Draenei and the Alliance leaders." Velen only had time to say this sentence before his whole body lit up.

That is the holy light condensed from the purest will of time.

For a moment, Velen's figure became extremely tall, even touching the top wall of the palace which was more than 20 meters high.

In a trance, everyone seemed to hear the most pure and beautiful hymn.

Countless golden runes swirled and fluttered in the palace. Each rune radiated a dazzling light, which not only dispelled the darkness around it, but also penetrated the thick ceiling and transmitted to the highest level of the Dark Temple.

Duke understood it instantly. He waved his hands vigorously and stopped trying to gather the elements to fight the black hole. Instead, he engaged in strategic defense and at the same time turned a large number of elements into a giant hammer, which smashed through several floors of the temple with a "boom".

However, the rich frost element formed an absolute domain that protected Velen. The violent snowstorm shredded all the flying debris but did not hurt Velen at all.

An ice and snow ladder appeared, leading from the middle level to the top floor of the Dark Temple.

"Don't even think about coming up!" Illidan was also anxious. He certainly knew how difficult Velen, the Eredar old man who was at the top of Kil'jaeden's must-kill list, was. Once his holy light approached M'uru, I'm afraid something would happen.

So his choice was to take advantage of the opportunity when Duke reduced the elemental output of the Elemental Hand, risk getting injured, break free, and kill Velen directly.

What Illidan never expected was that the person who stopped him was not Duke, but Kael'thas.

"Hmph!" Kael'thas snorted coldly, and his entire body and phoenix almost merged into one, turning into a giant phoenix, firmly blocking the ladder that Vilen was going up.

The fire element of the phoenix is ​​not drawn from the outside world, but from its own power. As a mythical beast, when the phoenix bursts out with all its strength, everyone must avoid its edge.

"Get out of the way!" Illidan made a gorgeous move similar to the Thomas turn, and while flying backwards, he slashed Kael'thas at least a dozen times.

As a fire mage, Kael'thas certainly didn't have Ice Barrier. However, Illidan forgot that the prerequisite for fire magic was arcane magic. Kael'thas was also very good at arcane magic.

Impact barrier!

This shield, which many players were annoyed with before Du crossed over, can absorb a huge amount of damage. Even with the sharpness of the egg knife, Kael'thas managed to withstand the wave.

As the shield was about to explode, Kael'thas knew that he had completed his mission.

He no longer insisted and retreated instantly.

This time it was Vashj's turn to shoot dozens of thunder arrows at Illidan.

"Ouch..." Illidan was so angry: "Vashj you traitor!"

"Traitor? Haha!" Vashj showed a look of caring for a mentally retarded person.

Illidan protected his vitals at the critical moment and took more than a dozen arrows, just for the last chance of counterattack.

After adjusting his posture, Illidan had a chance to rush forward again, but at this moment, there was a "crack" sound under his feet. As old rivals, and the kind that have loved and hated each other for ten thousand years, Illidan's heart skipped a beat, and he knew what he had stepped on - Maiev Shadowsong's damn trap.

Not to mention that he was a little injured now, even if he was in his prime, he would not be immune to Maiev's trap. Because this was a special trap designed for a half-elf, half-demon like him.

The person who knows you best in the world is definitely your enemy.

Maiev has been chasing Illidan for so long, and she specially prepared a tonic wine. How could Illidan easily break it?

"Kneel down obediently!" Maiev's cold voice sounded like a ghost behind Illidan.

Sure enough, following this declaration, Illidan's knees went weak and he knelt on the spot. It was the kind of kneeling that was filled with extreme misery and absolute helplessness.

Maiev, wearing a dark green cape, suddenly appeared behind Illidan. She was like the most ruthless assassin, using her jagged ring that looked like the sun and moon diamond wheel to slash Illidan's back.

Almost every round would bring up a large piece of Illidan's flesh and blood - either a fragment of bat wings or the muscles on his back.

This elder sister of the Watcher, who was imprisoned by Illidan and then turned the tables again, ruthlessly cut the flesh and blood of her most hated prisoner.

Velen wanted to climb up as quickly as possible, but found that Duke had thoughtfully turned the ice stairs into an escalator. The ice stairs automatically and quickly lifted Velen up, giving Illidan and M'uru the illusion that a small sun was rising below the Black Temple.

The light was like the morning light, washing away the darkness and even outlining every fine line on the floor tiles of the decisive battle platform, which had been painstakingly outlined by the Draenei craftsmen back then.

On the plain outside the temple in the distance, the soldiers waiting to attack witnessed with their own eyes the terrifying dark ball of light that had just risen up, which fell apart like a stain washed away by the river.

Bathed in the holy light like the rising sun, Duke couldn't help but sigh that the holy light of the little charlatan Alonsus Faol was indeed not as good as that of the old charlatan Velen!

But no matter what, it seems that Illidan's fate of kneeling, after deviating from its original trajectory for a while, was forcibly corrected by the efforts of everyone.

So what if you have Murru? I also have Velen!

The fallen and the charlatan are a perfect match!

Muru, who could have used the black hole to destroy everything and ruin Duke's winning situation, suddenly burned himself in front of everyone. A golden flame burst out from his dark chest, and then golden cracks spread from the flame to the entire dark body.

On the surface, it seems that the momentum is to reduce the entire Dark Naaru to ashes, but in fact... just as the Light Naaru can turn into the Dark Naaru when it uses up the Holy Light, the Dark Naaru will also turn back when it uses up the power of shadow.

The rune-like body components of Muru began to glow with circles of golden halos. This change accelerated the fading of the black color on its body.

Just three seconds later, Muru, who was supposed to be a powerful enemy, was already glowing with golden light, and he turned back into the extremely sacred Naaru.

"Praise the holy...light?" Alonsus Faol, who had used the magic net to drop his clone on the scene, was happy, but suddenly he realized the fading of the holy light behind him.

The first thing he saw when he turned around was Velen lying on the icy platform, and the empty and dazed expression on the face of Yriel, who had arrived on the platform at some point and was holding Velen in his arms.

At this moment, Duke's mind was also in a mess.

Now it seemed that Velen was about to die, and Duke was shocked.

He wanted to yell, "Goddess of Destiny, this script is wrong!"

The Velen in the original history... did die. Why do I say one died? Because in the version of "Warlords of Draenor", Velen in the main timeline did not have any problems. Instead, he was yelled by a moron to go to another timeline to cause trouble in the Draenor world. The Velen in that time branch died in order to save a corrupted naaru.

It's obviously Velen who is similar to a clone. You are telling me now that Velen in the main storyline is going to be in trouble?

Duke is really confused now.

Seeing Velen fall down and Irel going over to support him, Duke knew that she must be feeling bad.

Velen lay on the ice, the holy light that was as bright as the sun just a moment ago around him becoming increasingly weak. He said nothing, but smiled, like a father doting on his daughter, and reached out his trembling hand to gently stroke Yrel's head.

The holy light on him disappeared completely, and now he looked no different from an ordinary old Draenei.

You can't tell at all that he was once a powerful figure who was ranked among the three great Eredar along with Kil'jaeden and Archimonde.

Duke was a little lucky, but also a little unlucky to be the witness of Velen's death.

At this moment, Duke suddenly understood a little. In fact, Velen was very old, even for a Draenei who was said to have an eternal life. In the tossing and turning of being chased for 25,000 years, in the repeated assassinations and encirclements, it was impossible for him to have not suffered any injuries.

Velen might have given up long ago, but he relied on an almost stubborn persistence to stay in front of his people.

He wanted to use his last breath to find a way out for his people.

But at the same time, he also wanted to repay the Naaru for saving the Draenei. If the Naaru had not used spaceships to rescue the Draenei who refused to go along with Sargeras from the planet Argus, it is estimated that there would be no Draenei in the world, and no one would know the secrets of the Burning Legion.

Over the long years, has M'uru protected the Draenei more than once?

This is an inevitable repayment, whether it is for Muru, or as in history, in order to purify the dark Naaru named Khala, Velen will sacrifice his life without hesitation.

Yrel seemed sad, but when she realized that Velen's death could not be reversed, she finally accepted this reality.

The ethereal and clear singing voice of a Draenei girl echoed in the sky above the Dark Temple.

With the help of a translator, Duke understood.

"The darkness will eventually pass, and all the suffering will be worth it... May our companions be as numerous as the stars in the sky, and as endless as the streams. May the pain sharpen our hearts, and the failures guide our direction... May we meet and get to know more companions... May we finally defeat the Burning Legion..."

Duke fell silent as he listened to Yrel's singing.

He was always a little overwhelmed, or even confused, about Velen's death.

Suddenly, Duke saw that Velen seemed to smile at him.

The Draenei prophet raised the index finger of his right hand tremblingly, and using his last bit of strength, shot a beam of light at the Duke's forehead.

The next moment, Duke in Karazhan found that his will was connected to a strange world.

He immediately 'saw' an unusual sky above his head.

The four prominent moons immediately caught his attention. The air was amber, and blue veins were twisted and tangled in a thousand different ways to form strange rock structures.

Duke saw no water, but the blue rocks looked like frozen waves, like the fantasy of a gifted artist. Creatures were scattered on the surface of the rocks or hovering in the air. They were of all shapes and sizes, some of which were difficult to describe. The patterns of colorful colors, various movements, dances, games, battles... almost nothing had real meaning.

Duke struggles to make abstract sense out of all this chaos.

At this time, a creature that looked very much like a Draenei appeared, bringing with it many demons, and began to frantically kill all creatures in this world.

This guy easily razed everything around him with green energy. After clearing a piece of open space, he knelt in the ruins he had destroyed and drew mysterious symbols with terrible energy with his clawed fingers. When he finished, the slaughter around him stopped. This moment was unusually quiet, and the whole world was waiting for the death knell to ring in a terrifying silence.

Then, there was an explosion that destroyed the world.

When Duke distracted himself and tried to track down the mental message, the transmission stopped abruptly.

"Wait! Velen... I haven't..."

When Duke came to his senses, something even more outrageous happened. Under everyone's gaze, Velen's translucent soul flew away from his body, and then was sucked into the Soul Box, which was only left with its last breath.

Depend on!

What the hell is this!?

Not only did you suck Orgrim's soul, you also sucked Velen's soul! You're going to defy the will of heaven with just a Soul Box!

For a moment, Duke had the urge to smash the Soul Box on the spot and rescue Velen's soul.

It was at this second that Thrall and his men had no time to stop and directly smashed the last form of the Soul Box, 'Source of Wrath'.

You know, the source of anger has this thing called Anger Aura. There is no telling how much angry power of souls is accumulated in the Soul Box. When it releases this negative energy, everyone in that layer of space will have to endure shadow damage that doubles over time.

Without the support of a transcendent being like Duke, this would be a battle of mutual harm.

Either Thrall and his men will be crushed by the shadow energy first, or they will destroy the Relic of Souls first. The current situation is so cruel.

I didn't dare to stop, and I couldn't stop.

Looking at the Soul Box which sucked in Velen's soul at the last moment and then turned into an exquisite small box, all the heroes from both the Alliance and the Horde stood there in a daze.

No one knew what expression to use to deal with this situation.

this...

This…this…

Can I say bad words?

cannot!?

Then I have nothing to say!

Duke's head felt like it was about to explode, and he didn't know what to say.

But before making my sad speech, there is one last thing to do - get rid of Illidan first.

The Draenei were nearly going crazy.

Back in Argus, they had a prosperous country and kind compatriots, but all of this was ended by the power of Sargeras. When the other two leaders turned their people into minions of the devil for power, Velen chose to lead his people to the light, but this escape lasted for 25,000 years.

During this painful and unforgettable period, it was Velen who served as the spiritual pillar of the entire Draenei, constantly guiding them, encouraging them, and leading them out of despair and hardship.

It can be said that for many Draenei born on spaceships and on escape journeys, Velen is their only hope for survival.

Now, the pillar that supported the entire nation - Velen, known as the 'Immortal', suddenly fell down without any warning.

This plunged all the Draenei into grief and frenzy.

"Ahhh——" Maraad fell into a rare rage. He brandished the Holy Light Hammer and strode up along the icy ladder that had carried Velen to the highest point of the platform.

Suddenly, the ladder broke, and Maraad fell slightly from a height of more than three meters.

Then he saw Duke standing on the edge of the hole, and anger surged in his heart: "Edmund Duke! What are you doing!?"

Duke turned slightly, his eyes sharp, and he glared at Maraad fiercely: "Look at your Holy Light, and think about what the prophet Velen taught you - to fight against evil you need a warrior with a pure heart, not an avenger. Are you worthy of Velen's teachings?"

Maraad's whole body trembled. It was not until this moment that he realized that the holy light on his body had become sparse, mottled and chaotic.

Holy light is the embodiment of the purest will for justice in one's heart.

With impure motives, the Holy Light will naturally be impure, and the power to punish evil will drop sharply.

Maraad was speechless for a moment.

Over there, Yrel gently put down Velen's soulless, shrunken body, and picked up her warhammer.

A sacred golden light ignited upon Yrel.

This is the Black Temple, the darkest and most filthy place in all of Draenor. The Eredar warlocks from the Twisting Nether are constantly conducting various forbidden experiments, and the wailing souls of the innocent dead fill the once sacred temple.

Therefore, the sky above the Dark Temple is always shrouded in the most evil and thick black clouds.

However, at this moment, a golden light spot was getting bigger and bigger, from a small spot to a golden light column that penetrated the sky and the earth. At first it was a little vague, but soon everyone heard a female voice speaking to everyone. She said:

"The flame of life of Lord Prophet Velen has been extinguished."

"The Draenei are not destroyed!"

"The Draenei love peace, but as long as the Burning Legion survives, the Draenei will join hands with the Alliance to raise the Alliance's flag and let it fly above this glorious world!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

That is a battle pledge...

Every Draenei, every Allied warrior who could see Yrel, clearly saw the hammer in Yrel's hand turn into a golden torch.

The holy light is blazing and burning fiercely!

Afterwards, another beam of light penetrated the sky and earth. It was countless Draenei paladins and priests pouring their will together. Then the beam of light gently turned into a gorgeous arc of light, merging with Yrel's beam of light to become a larger beam of light.

Duke was a little confused. He watched the golden flames surrounding Yrel. In an instant, a dazzling soul battle flag rose from Yrel's back, and then it turned into two golden wings.

Now, Yrel has two wings like her former kin, except that the eredar demons had ugly bat wings, and now the tauren look more like an angel.

Well, Irel angel, Duke feels drunk just by imagining it.

He really didn't know that there was such a cool thing going on.

Come to think of it, it seems reasonable.

After all, when he was losing his moral integrity all those years ago, it was thanks to a kind-hearted boss who passed on his moral integrity to him, which saved him from the crisis of soul degeneration.

Mental power comes from the soul. Since the soul can be inherited, it is not impossible to pass on the holy light, which is one of the greatest manifestations of soul energy, to others.

Of course, the Irel is not that awesome, the problem is that Velen does!

Duke felt a pain in his balls when he saw the system prompt "Velen transferred about 18,000 years of Holy Light energy to Yrel."

Once upon a time, Duke was a martial arts fan. Whenever he couldn't sleep at night, he would imagine that some old man would pass on to him 60 years of internal skills.

Now, this old immortal Velen actually gave the Irel a boost.

The Irel is simply going against the will of heaven at this moment!

Looking at the Irel that was shining with gold and looked more Saint Seiya than the Gold Saint, Duke felt a little sad: 18,000 years of Holy Light Power! Why didn't you give me some...

While Duke was complaining, he suddenly received a message from Alonsus Faol: "Duke, it seems that Lord Velen poured all the remaining Holy Light power that could not be injected into Yrel's body into the magic network before he died."

The system prompted again, "Velen has injected about 8,000 years' worth of Holy Light power into the magic network."

Ehhhh! ?

This is possible!

Velen, you are so nice. I will protect you from now on!

He knew very well that Velen couldn't give him any money, so he gave it to Du, but the feeling was just like winning the lottery or finding a magic weapon in a treasure chest, which was really great!

She flapped her pair of golden holy wings a little unexperiencedly, and rose into the air. Then, in a ridiculous posture similar to a standing long jump, she jumped onto the platform of the highest floor of the Dark Temple.

"Your Excellency Commander Edmund, I, Yrel, request to join the crusade against Illidan as the candidate leader of the Draenei." Irel's voice was sonorous and powerful, and at this moment, there was no trace of hesitation on her young face, which had a very girlish look.

Duke's first instinct was to refuse.

It's not that he doesn't think highly of Irel's potential, but it takes time and opportunity to turn potential into strength. Throughout history, many geniuses have failed halfway through and failed to realize their potential.

Velen suddenly died, and Duke didn't want to kill another Draenei leader because the remaining Draenei were all mediocre guys, and Duke didn't like any of them.

But when he saw the girl's pleading eyes, Duke nodded heavily: "Originally, you are not qualified to participate in this level of battle. This is to protect you. But in view of Lord Velen's sacrifice for the Alliance, I agree. I will lead the charge this time. Remember, you owe me a favor."

"No problem." Irel answered cheerfully.

Irel sang the Holy Light War Song loudly, letting the light bathe his whole body, and rushed straight towards Illidan.

The reason Duke had time to do so many things just now was, of course, because Illidan was too busy to leave.

Maiev Shadowsong imprisoned Illidan for ten thousand years and hunted him for nearly ten years. She was able to make Illidan, a demigod, so embarrassed with her power that had never entered the divine realm. Of course, it was because her fighting methods and special skills were quite restraining to Illidan.

Illidan is already an agility hero, but Maiev's agility is even higher than Illidan's.

In addition, after Illidan entered Outland, his body became half-demonized. While his magical and melee abilities were improved, his agility decreased slightly due to the increase in weight. The gap in speed between the two of them became increasingly larger.

Illidan is usually faster, and Maiev is even faster.

Maiev possesses the skill Shining which is similar to the mage's Flash. This short-distance instant movement that can be used almost continuously allows her to escape danger whenever she is in danger.

Illidan first fought with the four demigods, then slapped Duke with his elemental palm, and then expended a large amount of magic power to release M'uru and drive it to open the Black Hole. Just now, he suffered a mental backlash because of Velen's purification of M'uru. It can be said that Illidan was already seriously injured.

Duke had time to look after the tauren because Illidan was forced to flee in panic after being attacked by Maiev and Vashj.

Maiev fought Illidan in close combat, and used shadow traps to hit Illidan hard from time to time, or suddenly disappeared, followed by a set of Backstab and Shadow Strike.

Vashj, on the other hand, saw the right opportunity and never shot without confidence. After a few rounds, the extremely smart Vashj was able to sense Maiev's attack rhythm and made several successful coordinations.

This made Illidan even more uncomfortable.

Illidan suddenly saw a clearly unqualified Irel running towards him foolishly with golden light all over his body. What he felt in his heart was not happiness, but endless anger!

He could see that Duke valued this Draenei girl very much. If he was a despicable person, he would definitely think that the opportunity had come - as long as he captured this blue-skinned girl, he might have a chance to escape.

But he is Illidan!

The aloof and unruly Illidan!

Illidan is stubborn and always insists on doing things his own way!

He disdains taking hostages.

So, when he saw a young female paladin who didn't even have the body of a demigod rushing towards him, he felt humiliated.

"Don't underestimate me, ahhhhh!" Taking the risk of taking Maiev's sword array and Vashj's Triple Shot, Illidan suddenly accelerated and launched a real and fake attack at Yrel.

The Warglaive of Azzinoth was originally an extremely fast weapon, and this kind of ethereal swordsmanship was definitely the first time Yrel had seen it in her life. It was definitely a world of difference from the macho style of fighting she had faced before.

Yrel was hit.

The egg knife flew past the Irel's clumsy parry and slashed towards her neck.

For a moment, Vashj and Maiev, who were trying to help, cried out in their hearts, "Oh no!"

Who knows, an accident happens...

With a "clang!" sound, the mighty Blade of Azzinoth actually bounced off.

In fact, when Illidan swung his sword and slashed at the armor on Yrel's shoulder and neck, he couldn't help but feel bitter. The crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand was already an absolute artifact.

But this blow only created a deep cut in the opponent's armor, without hurting the flesh at all. Illidan couldn't help but feel half-hearted.

He was a demigod, but he couldn't even break the opponent's defense with one strike, which proved that his evil power had weakened, while the opponent's holy light power was at its peak. The powerful holy light created an effect similar to powerful armor, reducing most of the damage of Warglaive of Azzinoth.

Illidan was startled, and so was Yrel.

She never expected that the gap between her and the other party was so huge. If it weren't for the power of holy light passed down by Teacher Wei Lun, the knife just now would probably have separated her head from her body.

If you don't fight with the real strong, you won't know how powerful the strong in the God Realm are. Her strength has actually soared to the heroic level after the training in recent months. With the addition of Velen's holy light power, she originally thought that she could fight any demigod, but the opponent caught her off guard with a simple move of virtual and real slashing.

Illidan's attack is not just about speed. His skills are honed over thousands of years and he can accelerate the blade twice according to his opponent's reaction.

Obviously, he guessed her next intention and action, and rushed into her vital area. If the Holy Light had not restrained Illidan more than expected, she would have been beheaded by now.

At this moment, Irel deeply understood the meaning of what Teacher Velen said, "You can't compare with the top masters at all."

For a moment, Irel couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Of course, she was not the only one who was sweating profusely. Duke, the backup player, was also sweating profusely. All he had been betting on was that his Irel would be able to use the invincible skill at the last moment, which would mean victory.

Who knew that the Irel could actually hold up.

In the following battle, Irel became more and more frightened.

She knew very well that the reason she could continue fighting was not because of her growing strength, but because of the other two powerful warriors, Maiev and Vashj, who were holding Illidan tightly.

Even though Illidan didn't have time to suddenly attack her, the absolute difference in attack speed still meant that she was overwhelmed by Illidan and she almost couldn't even get up.

But she could still hold on by using Illidan's sharp sword, because at the same time, she would also be affected by the counter-injury effect of her Punishment Aura.

Moreover, the large-scale holy power she injected into the ground was also hurting Illidan.

Illidan is also feeling frustrated here!

At the beginning, this Draenei girl was so weak that if it was one-on-one, he was sure that he could kill her within three moves.

But as the battle progressed, Yrel was becoming more and more mature, and his counterattacks and defenses were becoming more and more steady. In comparison, Illidan had become his sparring partner - teaching him how to kill him with real weapons.

At this moment, Illidan finally realized that no matter how strong he was, or how much advantage he had over this girl in the duel, he would never be able to win.

Now he is like a trapped beast, making his last resistance and letting out his last roar!

"No! No! No! I am Illidan Stormrage! The most powerful night elf in the world! This is definitely not how my ending should end!"

Illidan no longer had any hope of killing Maiev Shadowsong or Vashj.

But at least he still has a chance to drag this Draenei girl to be buried with him.

Watching Illidan being beaten by three female heroes and gradually reaching a dead end, Tyrande in Karazhan felt bitter.

Illidan was proud.

Even if he fell into the evil path, no one could break the pride in his heart.

With Illidan's demigod-level skills and speed, no one could stop him.

Not every strong person can survive.

Illidan still angrily attacked every enemy within his sight with his dual swords and his dark magic, but anyone could see that he was rapidly weakening.

There were rumbling sounds coming from all over the Dark Temple. It was very intense at first, but it became quiet in the last few minutes. That was the end of the battle. The coalition dragged away the wounded, and the logistics troops cleaned up the battlefield. They finished off the demons that were not completely dead, and then blew up those that needed to be blown up, and purified those that needed to be purified.

Even if Outland will eventually collapse, before that day comes, the Black Temple will still be returned to the Draenei and renamed the Temple of Karabor.

Illidan fought back despite being trapped.

He still has so many things to do, his dreams have not been realized, and he has only completed a few pieces of his grand blueprint. Is he going to give up like this?

No!

He was unwilling and he didn't want to.

Even if he lost to anyone, he could not lose to Edmund Duke, the hateful human who snatched Tyrande away from him.

"No - did you see it? Did you see it!? I haven't lost yet! Not lost -" Illidan shouted like a madman.

No one, be it the three female heroes who besieged Illidan or the powerful warriors who were supporting him, took Illidan's words seriously. They just thought that they were the last crazy words of this traitor whose soul was polluted by fel energy and who was already a demon greater than an elf.

Only two people understood.

Tyrande in Karazhan hugged Duke tightly, wishing she could rub her perfect face, which always exuded a sacred aura, into Duke's chest.

Duke clearly felt a wetness spreading in his chest. Those were Tyrande's tears.

Compared to Tyrande's simple sadness and grief, Duke is actually the most conflicted one.

Until this moment, Duke finally became extremely certain that Illidan was actually playing Duke, just as he did in history.

Why was he hunted by Maiev for many years but they rarely fought?

What was Illidan's reaction when he heard that Tyrande and a small group of her Sentinels had fallen into the Arivas River and were attacked by the Scourge? Rescue!

The same is true of the escape to Outland and the final battle with Arthas.

Has anyone ever thought that Illidan, who already possessed such magnificent demigod-level power, was merely controlled by fel energy, and was merely a "betrayer" and a "loser", why didn't he take revenge on his people who had used him and then abandoned him like garbage? Why was he willing to join forces with his brother who had expelled him to save Tyrande when he was already a demon?

He didn't even have the real hatred for Duke who had taken Tyrande away, and didn't want to kill him.

Yes, his purpose had never changed, he loved Tyrande, and as long as Tyrande was happy, he would even allow Duke to continue living in the world.

He respects his brother and also loves the Horde that created his lover and brothers. He has made mistakes and has never denied his mistakes, but his original intention has never changed.

So even at the very end, when he was eager to prove his strength, the one he wanted to fight with was not Maiev who had been hunting him for so many years, nor Vashj who was born a high elf and then "betrayed" him, but Yrel who had nothing to do with the elves.

Isn't this a bit ridiculous?

But it's not funny at all!

At this moment, Duke heard in his trance his famous quote from history:

"Betrayed? In fact, I am the one who was betrayed! Today, I am still being hunted by people, and today, I am still hated by people! Now, my blind eyes can foresee the future that others cannot foresee. Sometimes, the hand of fate must be in our own hands."

"No matter what you think, no matter what you do!"

"I want to protect you."

This heart of protecting one's loved ones and tribesmen even if it means falling into the evil path is truly remarkable.

It's a pity that he has no one to tell, and he won't let anyone know...

On the scene, Illidan released his final big move -

Suddenly, dozens of shadow demons the size of a small hill emerged from the temple platform. This demon creature that lives in the shadows has a very disgusting characteristic. This is a special skill completely different from elemental magic. It can directly impact the target's shadow on the ground, causing the shadow to bite back at the target.

The feeling of having the body forced into a coma but the mind being unusually clear is terrible for anyone.

The Qiraji Twin Emperors, Kael'thas, and Vashj were all instantly imprisoned by these huge shadow demons. With their strength, the imprisonment was only for a short moment, perhaps one tenth of a second, or perhaps even shorter. Even Maiev, who was not hit, summoned a powerful Vengeance God, who did not fall into a coma, and was too busy to handle it all at once.

Duke also looked busy. He ordered Alonsus' clone to launch a fierce holy light attack to clear the shadow demons around.

This was enough for Illidan's raid.

Illidan's figure suddenly became smaller.

He was no longer the huge and extremely burly demon, but more like the demon hunter he once was, with a lean and sturdy figure.

He was advancing quickly, and because his speed was so fast and his body was so low, it gave people the illusion that he was swimming close to the ground.

"Not good!" Irel's heart skipped a beat.

She no longer had any hope of luck. She took a horse stance, squatted down, and held the shield on her left arm in front of her. Her two S-shaped legs were like two compressed springs, ready to withstand any impact, and she activated the invincibility function at the same time.

But Illidan still came. The extremely sharp Warglaive of Azzinoth touched the ground, emitting a strange emerald green light, and it looked like it was going to cut off Yrel's legs! ?

She gritted her teeth and sat down suddenly. She wanted to smash the bottom edge of the shield to the ground to block this strange knife.

Who would have thought that the Egg Swords were only called Egg Swords when they were in pairs? Before the off-hand sword that slashed first could reach him, it seemed that some strange special effect of the dual swords was triggered, and the main-hand Glaive of Azzinoth arrived first, slashing at a higher and more exaggerated speed.

If I were to describe the speed of this move - it would be lightning.

When ordinary heroes saw this green light, their heads would have already soared into the sky.

Yes! It was that fast. This was the fastest strike that had to be achieved after millions of times of practice to truly enter the realm of God.

She is dead.

Illidan was so sure of it.

What happened next left everyone who saw it dumbfounded.

If Illidan's blow had missed and Yrel had dodged his all-out fatal blow, perhaps he would have admitted that Yrel had grown into a stronger enemy than he could have imagined in that short and intense battle.

but--

The person who changed this fatal blow was actually Edmund Duke.

This made Illidan unable to let go.

What made his self-esteem even more difficult to accept was that Duke actually pinched his Warglaive of Azzinoth between his fingers.

That's right!

Duke used his mortal body to catch Illidan's lightning-fast attack.

Even though it was not as gentle as picking up a butterfly wing, Duke in front of him paid a huge price - in order to grasp this artifact blade filled with fel energy, his entire left hand exploded, the skin was blown off, the muscles were shattered, and only the finger bones and tendons filled with arcane energy were left.

But Illidan still felt that the time and space around him seemed to have frozen, and he kept greedily breathing the scorching air.

"This... how is it possible!?" Illidan gasped in an almost inaudible voice.

He tried hard to suppress his trembling body and recalled the incredible scene before him:

He had already chopped at the maximum speed he could.

He's fast, Duke is faster.

Because he was so focused on killing Yrel, he overlooked a very important detail. Duke, who was dozens of steps away, did not move, but in fact, Duke did move.

Duke left a real illusion on the spot, and then his whole body entered the invisible state, followed by the fire-type Blazing Speed and Acceleration!

When the demigod wizard used this move, the speed was extremely fast.

No speed-up potion in the world can achieve this effect.

Even with Illidan's dynamic vision, he could still see that Duke left a series of afterimages behind him because of his fast speed.

His strike could be regarded as a case of striking later but who knew that Duke's strike later but arriving first was even more terrifying. Duke caught up with him from dozens of steps away only after he had swung the strike. He threw away the staff in his hand and grabbed his divine weapon blade with his left hand.

He originally thought that he could cut off Irel's neck and Duke's hand with one knife.

As it turned out, he was overthinking it.

On the blade he stretched out, there were indeed three fingers that were very characteristic of the Scourge - the thumb, the index finger, and the middle finger.

Moreover, he did not clamp the blade from the front, but bent his wrist and clamped the back of the blade from the back. He did not enter the trajectory of the blade, but caught up with the speed of the Glaive of Azzinoth.

Although Duke looked like he was using all his strength to grab him, his actions told him that this was both a rescue and an attack...

Duke grabbed the main hand of the Twin Blades of Azzinoth, and at this moment, the blade of the off-hand collided with Yrel's shield.

At this critical moment, Duke's right hand suddenly emitted the brightest golden light. That was the holy light of the Demon-Slaying Sword in Duke's hand.

Looking at the golden light that was rapidly expanding in his vision, at that moment, it was too late for anything to happen.

Illidan tried his best, no matter he continued to chop forward, pull back, or dodge left and right, he could not avoid the attack.

The Slowing Spell that Duke cast at this time made Illidan feel like he was pulling a large bunch of chains tied to a mountain.

His extremely slow and heavy body made it impossible for him to escape.

If Illidan's sword strike just now was truly as fast as lightning, then Duke forced Illidan's speed down to the level of a snail, and then used the speed of a turtle to demonstrate what "relatively as fast as lightning" meant.

Under normal circumstances, no matter what Illidan said, it would be impossible for him to be hit by this sword.

But Duke's sword made him even more painful and desperate.

Duke's face showed no emotion. He showed neither deep hatred for the elven traitor, nor sympathy for his lack of resistance, nor gloating over his impending fall, nor any arrogance at having eliminated his love rival. Instead, Duke had a strange look in his eyes that said 'I understand you, but don't blame me'.

Illidan was suddenly stunned.

He thought of all the wonders about Duke, and the legend that Duke had glimpsed the future in the long river of time...

Could it be that Duke really understands me! ?

Illidan had no time to think about his life.

The gorgeous golden sword finally pierced Illidan's chest, and anyone could see that that should be where Illidan's heart was.

"Ah ...

Unable to bear it any longer, Illidan let out the most terrible howl.

Almost instinctively, Illidan launched a dying counterattack against Duke. Duke barely used Ice Barrier to block the main hand attack of The Twin Blades of Azzinoth, but the secondary hand of the war blade flashed by, and the entire right arm of what seemed to be Duke, but was actually a humanoid puppet, soared into the sky.

Duke stumbled back.

Illidan still refused to give up. He threw away the blade in his left hand, grasped the hilt with his hand, and tried to pull out the Demon-Slaying Sword.

At this time, Irel, who had just come back to his senses from his daze, heard Duke's order: "Irel, go! Smash the hilt!"

Heroes are heroes because they have the courage that mortals can only look up to. Although he had just come back from a crisis where he was almost beheaded, Irel's S-shaped legs suddenly straightened up and he rushed out like a Cannonball.

"Go to hell - the so-called King of Outland!" Irel used his shield to forcibly block Illidan's mainhand blade. The warhammer he raised high drew a gorgeous golden arc in the air, and he used up the last bit of his strength to smash it hard on the bottom of the hilt.

Just like using a hammer to hit a nail, the Demon Slayer Sword, which had only penetrated half of Illidan's chest, finally broke through Illidan's extremely strengthened demon body, entering from the front chest and exiting from the back.

That's not all.

The powerful impact nailed Illidan to the ground.

The moment before, Illidan still couldn't understand why Duke was so stupid as to throw away his staff and take his sword with his flesh and blood.

Now he understood - Atiyesh itself was much more valuable than Duke, the human puppet. Moreover, the thrown Atiyesh did not go anywhere, and was now standing behind him.

This artifact staff with rare spatial properties has now sealed off the entire surrounding space.

Illidan Stormrage - No Escape!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh - Impossible! How could you even calculate this!?" Illidan's eyes were red.

He roared and struggled, but found himself like a nailed frog, unable to move at all on the ground solidified by the magic of space. The evil energy in his body faded away like a flood from a river.

Illidan is rapidly fading.

At this time, the heroes had already freed themselves from their predicament and surrounded them again.

If we say that Illidan just now forced himself to change back to his previous night elf form in order to pursue speed, then now Illidan can no longer maintain his demon form and has become like an elf.

Unfortunately, the shriveled bat wings, the demon tauren that began to degenerate into toes, the shrunken demon horns, the above demonic characteristics brought about by the fel energy still make Illidan look a little out of place.

"Demon! Die!" Irel raised his war hammer high, obviously wanting to smash Illidan's head into a rotten watermelon on the spot.

"Wait!" Duke grabbed Ti's wrist with his only remaining left hand.

The Irel trembled as if it had been electrocuted.

Originally, it was absolutely horrifying and disgusting for a young girl to be grabbed by a hand that looked like a skeleton.

It was this broken hand that brought back Irel's memories from a few seconds ago.

"If it weren't for this hand... I would have been beheaded." The Draenei girl screamed in her heart, and ripples began to appear in her heart without her knowing.

She lowered her head and acquiesced to Duke's actions.

"Ah - wow wow wow wow -" Illidan was still struggling desperately, but he looked extremely ridiculous at this moment.

At this time, even Maiev put away her metal serrated wheel, but the half of her face that was exposed was still covered with frost.

Everyone could see that Illidan was seriously injured, but not fatal.

"Commander Edmund, this traitor is too cunning. Please allow me to execute Illidan immediately!" Fortunately, Maiev did not completely lose her mind because of hatred. She understood that the final say was in the hands of Duke, the commander of the Alliance.

Duke secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least he made the right move by letting Akama explain the situation of the Alliance to Maiev before he went to rescue her.

Duke raised his chin slightly. "If Lord Shadowsong wants to kill a demon, I have no objection. But it seems... Illidan Stormrage is not a simple demon. After all, no demon can survive a full-strength blow from my sword in a weakened state, not even Archimonde."

At this time, everyone remembered that Duke was the great hero who stabbed Archimonde in the back at Mount Hyjal and killed the commander of the Burning Legion.

Moreover, the holy light before their eyes was real. The holy light of Duke and Irel was equal to a nuclear bomb once injected into the vital points of the devil.

But Illidan is not dead yet.

All we can say is that the part of him that is an elf is still the majority, and the appearance of a demon is just a superficial appearance.

Duke said this, and Maiev was speechless.

At this time, Tyrande hurriedly appeared. With the help of Duke's power, she threw a projection at the scene.

"Maiev Shadowsong! Thank you for your efforts in hunting down Illidan. But Lord Commander Edmund is right. Since Illidan is still primarily a night elf, he must receive a fair trial for his betrayal."

Duke curled his lips: "Did you hear that? Maiev Shadowsong!"

"I heard it." Maiev's hands were shaking and her teeth were clenched tightly.

Duke stepped forward and whispered to Maiev, "If the hunter no longer has prey, then the hunter is no longer a hunter. Do you understand what I mean?"

This time, Maiev trembled visibly.

"Ming...I understand."

Duke smiled and said, "Very good. Before Illidan is tried at the Alliance Congress, his detention will be handed over to you, ms. Maiev Shadowsong."

"Don't worry!" Maiev immediately demonstrated her profound skills as a jailer with ten thousand years of experience. She first took out a pair of golden shackles to lock Illidan's limbs in a knuckled joint, and then Duke used an arm condensed from sacred elements to pull out the Demon-Slaying Sword.

Illidan yelled, "Kill me! Kill me! I am the King of Outland! I am Illidan who has slaughtered countless orcs and draenei! Kill me - the king should not endure such humiliation!"

Maiev said with a cold face: "You are not some damn king, you are just a shameful traitor." After that, she stuffed Illidan's mouth with a piece of rag that she found from somewhere.

This scene made Tyrande in Karazhan feel heartbroken.

Now that Illidan has been defeated, the remaining minions are no longer a concern.

Duke gave a slightly strange order: "Destroy all demons, but capture all Illidari demon hunters if possible."

Irel was puzzled: "Why not kill these corrupted people who have fallen into evil and use fel energy as power?"

"Whether he is corrupt or not is not determined by what he says or what power he uses, but by what he does. If the final result proves that he is actually on the side of justice and has made greater achievements than his sacrifices, then I think his actions can be forgiven."

When Irel heard this, she shook her head vigorously. "I'm sorry, Duke, I totally disagree with your point of view. I think we may have a very huge disagreement."

"Any disagreement?" Duke smiled casually, and at the same time he turned dark and entered the shadow form of a priest.

Duke's ability to use the conflicting powers of Holy and Shadow at the same time was enough to shock Irel, but what shocked Irel even more was Duke's next words.

"What if I tell you that the Alliance commander Edmund Duke standing in front of you not only knows how to use fel energy, but was also a high-level void lord in the twisting void?"

"You...you...you..." Irel felt that something he had been holding on to in his heart was collapsing.

"What if I tell you that it was with this that I was able to infiltrate the Burning Legion and eventually blow up Sargeras' largest fortress in the Twisting Nether during the War of the Ancients, killing at least five billion demons?"

Duke's casual words had a huge impact on Tizi's mind.

Every Draenei can count their own history and know clearly the times when their race has escaped danger.

The most puzzling mystery is that in a fierce battle ten thousand years ago, the Burning Legion had already gained an absolute advantage, but suddenly withdrew all the demons and gave up the victory that was within reach.

This is hailed as the greatest unsolved mystery.

Now, this eternal mystery seems to have an answer.

Yrel was completely stunned.

No, not only Yrel, even Illidan, who was struggling and being dragged away from the platform of the Black Temple by Maiev, was deeply shocked.

The words Duke had just said echoed in his mind over and over again.

Until this moment, Illidan finally determined that Duke, who was more like a devil than Kil'jaeden, who was best at plotting, must have guessed his thoughts. Of course, he also guessed that Duke was explaining to him what happened with Tyrande at that time...

"Awooo! Woohoo! (Duke, you bastard)!" Illidan struggled very excitedly.

Maiev's eyes showed clear disgust, and she kicked him on the head: "Shut up! You traitor!"