The cold wind blew with black snowflakes, and the rich dark power fell from the sky, colliding with the golden sand containing the fiery magic power on the earth in mid-air.

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

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

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

"Great His Majesty Neozu, now your great enemy Duke Marcus controls part of the power of the Sunwell. I am humble, and I am not his opponent! Please give me the power to destroy your enemies temporarily."

In Neozu's heart, Arthas, whose qualifications are the most perfect, and whose soul falls into the deepest hell, is his ideal spokesperson and the carrier of his future body. In the entire Scourge, Neozu has always been committed to cultivating Arthas' authority.

It is logical that this act of crossing Arthas and praying directly to him for strength is not allowed.

When he heard the name of Duke, the name Duke deeply hurt his heart and evoked the memories that he was most reluctant to recall in his soul.

If Duke had not stopped him, he might have succeeded when the door of Dark was opened for the second time. He would have been able to escape to a place beyond Kiljadan's perception.

Maybe it is a corner of a certain universe, or a planet with bad circumstances.

No matter which one it is, it is much better than now!

After all, Kiljadan is not an omniscient and omnipotent god. If he had taken a step earlier... Maybe... he would not have to become the embarrassing appearance he is now. After suffering all the torture, even his soul was blocked into an ice-made skeleton and became a puppet of the Burning Legion.

That hatred of Naozu!

He changed his mind.

In front of the coalition forces that joined the army of high elves, large spheres of undead creatures fell down, like mummies sucked by vampires in their blood. Then, after thousands of years of sun, rain, weathered and eroded, they actually carbonized and dissipated in the wind...

Moglani, Sylvanas and others were stunned, and they suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Undead creatures will not commit suicide. If they ‘dead’ themselves, they can only prove one thing, their master wants them to destroy.

This is not a price that can be paid easily even for the Scourge Corps, which does not require capital for violent soldiers.

Ner's thrill did.

What I got was the terrifying figure with a surge in momentum in the air.

A quarter of an hour ago, Anthony Das' attack was still unrelenting.

The next second, the magic power around Anthony Das surged in a magnitude.

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

This terrifying force was so concentrating that it dyed the sky with a diameter of more than ten kilometers above the diameter of the Great Lich as the center. At first glance, it was a huge ball of black mud that was still rolling freely.

Humans, elves, dwarves...everyone who witnesses this scene shows fear.

The air condensed, leaving only the sound of people pumping the air conditioner desperately.

Is this still an enemy that mortals can fight against?

Suddenly, Sylvanas raised the reins and the chocoon beneath her made a loud hiss.

"What are you going to do?" Moglani asked immediately.

"Occurrence!" Sylvanas answered proudly.

"Wait! Duke calls us..."

"Yes! He is the commander! But he is against Anthonydas, not Alsace! The Sunwell is under threat. And we... are here because we refuse to wait for death!

Moglani and Abidis were speechless for a moment and then relieved.

Duke's "old problem" has been dealt with again!

As a commander, he is almost perfect and picky. However, in the league, there is a saying that Duke always likes to strive for the greatest victory under the premise of the smallest price.

A leader who cherishes his subordinates is certainly likely to be loved by his subordinates.

Many times, you cannot win by just cherishing your subordinates.

It was a terrifying opponent that destroyed the two major kingdoms of the alliance and swept over most of the continents.

That is an opponent who can never be destroyed by consumption.

Moglani and Abidis smiled at each other, and then Moglani raised the huge [Ash Messenger] in his hand: "Brothers! Why did we come here? Isn't it just to attack the fallen demon Arthas who killed our beloved King Terenas, who killed our beloved King Terenas? The guy who didn't have the courage to face death, let me go back to the ship now! Follow me."

Sylvanas gave Moglani an admiring look, and she raised the bow in her hand: "For our sun, for Queldore"

With the determination to fight bravely, 200,000 troops rolled northward, chasing Alsace's back with an unreturned aura.

Feeling the movements of the army around him, Duke laughed silently: "Those guys... but that's fine, only in this way is the Queen Xi who I love."

Duke is always in a dilemma in the face of an Azeroth world that is getting better and better.

No intervention!

If those heroic tragedy happen again, he can't stand it.

Intervention!

It often leads to various unpredictable events, and is always worried about whether those famous heroes in history will grow up and become waste.

I am also afraid that because of the changes in experience, "he is no longer him" and "she" is not the "her". When the best thoughts in my heart are different from reality, I will be at a loss.

Now, with the help of the system's long-sightedness function, Duke saw Moglani, who was riding a war horse and moving forward. Seeing Sylvanas, who was holding a war bow and flying blonde hair in order to defend his territory, Duke suddenly felt a spirit.

What is a hero?

Heroes are abstract and vague.

There is never an accurate definition of a hero.

But every time a disaster occurs, when a seemingly weak figure stands up for his compatriots and charges against the seemingly invincible enemy without hesitation, their figures will coincide with the legendary hero.

Ah! This is indeed an era of many heroes!

Seeing Anthonydas, who had increased his strength and attacked wildly, feeling the dark magic that was even far above the branch of the Sunwell, and was boundlessly huge, a smile appeared on the corner of Duke's mouth.

This smile made Anthonydas suddenly have a bad premonition.

Does Duke still have a trump card?
Chapter completed!