Chapter 703: The Third Fallen Great Chief
It is never easy to open a stable portal in a complex, filled with gaps in spaces.
The Gate of Darkness has been done, with its unrivaled supreme power.
As if a strange sound of glass breaking, the scene of the void was divided into countless pieces and kept churning.
Mortals who cannot peek at the mystery of space are now completely confused. For example, Gavin Rad saw one of his hands growing on his thighs.
Everyone was surprised, except Duke.
"Get out!" Duke shouted softly and let everyone find their backbone again.
Can the invincible effect created by the holy light resist space turbulence?
Stop kidding.
[Holy Shield Technique] can block damage from space fragments, so it is not called [Holy Shield Technique], but it is called [Invincible Technique of the Universe].
A pair of mage hands pulled the two paladins' shoulder blades with force and pulled them back. The two great men immediately understood it and immediately took advantage of the force. At the same time, they kicked their legs and dodged the space fragment that was almost a slight difference.
"Hahaha!" Ner'ozu coughed blood while laughing wildly.
If you are as afraid of death as he is, how can you not leave any help?
The Dark Gate is his back.
That's right, the Dark Gate itself is a dead object and does not have its own will. However, when Neozu attached the soul fragments he collected when he killed the enemy to the Dark Gate, even if it was thousands of miles away, he could still remotely control the Dark Gate to make the same action as a sorcerer's [summoning ceremony].
The only thing Ner's mistake was Duke's attack power and his inability to summon the demon.
Naozu laughed wildly, but the heart that had survived the disaster was cold: the strongest people in the alliance are indeed not something that the tribe can deal with...
At this moment, Ner's body began to become illusory, and he could complete the teleportation in another three seconds.
At this time, the [Flash] light suddenly lit up in front of Ner'ozu.
The two Paladins who flew back were Duke wearing a blue and white mage robe.
If Duke is still like a mage now, then Duke must be a melee mage.
Under the scanning of the system elves, he saw every piece of space fragment swirling in the void. Then, he suddenly stabbed like a spear, stabbing in front of his horse stance, stabbing out the [Titahak* Time Level] in his hand!
The forked black head of the trident was a bit like a trident, stabbed into Ner's illusory abdomen without any obstacles, and then opened fire!
Originally, hundreds of arcane missiles poured out from Duke's staff could not hit Ner's slap, because strictly speaking, Ner's body has begun to disappear from this spatial dimension.
If any other mage comes, there will be no way.
Anthonydas can't do it.
Anastrian can't do it.
Perhaps Medivh could do it once, but unfortunately Medivh is already the dust of history, at least for the time being.
Neozu was unlucky, and what he encountered was the even more bizarre Duke.
Duke has no destructive power to destroy the world, nor has the supreme magic power of high precision, but the wheel control and precision are definitely the best in the world.
The Dark Gate is just a dead object. It will instinctively transmit creatures in the specified spatial dimension according to the instructions sent from the soul fragments.
The basis of teleportation is to set the coordinates of the point and destination. If any of them is messed up, it is likely to be teleported to the void or space crack.
Duke couldn't stop the teleportation of such high-level divine objects like the Dark Gate, but it didn't mean Duke had no choice. What he did was to control Karazan and slightly change the coordinates of the surrounding space dimensions.
Yes, if you want to pass 1oo86, then I will give you 9527, then you will definitely be in trouble.
To teleport a person completely, it seems to be a moment, but in fact, at least every second, you have to scan the entire human body hundreds of times. Otherwise, there will be any errors, even if the teleportation is successful, the one that will be transmitted will definitely be a pool of meat sauce.
This is the process that Duke destroys.
It seems to be an attack from an arcane missile, but in fact each contains a disordered spatial coordinates. He is interfering with the judgment of the Dark Gate.
"Ah! What did you do!? No! No!" Neozu screamed, but he could not stop the Dark Gate from stopping the teleportation process for his safety.
As everyone was gaze in surprise, the turbulence of the space stopped, and Ner's body quickly became solidified from an illusory state.
"No, no! You idiot in the Gate of Darkness! Pass me away!" Ner's lord still called the Gate of Darkness through the soul fragments.
However, in places like Karazan where space is unstable, teleportation is so easy.
In the information fed back by the system, it seemed that at the Dark Gate of Delano, the warlock left by Neozu was rushing to launch the second [summoning ceremony], trying to pull Neozu back. However, under Duke's repeated conversion of space coordinates, Neozu could only struggle in vain on the cold floor like a fish leaving the water.
Now, due to the collapse of the master's will, the two huge nightmare creatures that Neozu had recruited had been cleaned up by the chastity Saint and the Curator.
Everyone also began to gather around to see how Duke was going to deal with the third chief of the tribe.
Duke snapped his fingers, and an illusory mirror appeared next to everyone, which was a magical messenger.
The alliance bosses who had been watching the fort, in the Red Ridge Fortress, in Dalaran, in the Royal City of Lordaeron, and in the palaces of various kings, all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ner's twitching and struggling on the ground like dying old dogs.
"Hahaha! Win! I knew Duke could do it!" Anduin Lothar was the first to raise his fists high.
"Good Duke!" King Ryan jumped up in Red Ridge Mountain.
"Damn it, my old face!" Anthonydas touched his red face in Dalaran.
"It's Duke again..." In Lordaeron, Terenas was in a complicated mood.
The reactions of the kings of various countries were slightly different, but at the Watch Castle on the front line of the fight against the tribe, the entire alliance army suddenly burst out with thunderous cheers!
"Long live St. Duke Marcus!"
"Hahahaha! Another big chief!"
"I knew that Lord Marcus would not let us down!"
Duke has become a sacred holy name and has been praised by countless soldiers again. When fighting against the tribe again, even the bravest soldiers are inevitable.
Chapter completed!