Chapter 1009 Duke’s Yin Yang Fish

As someone who has witnessed miracles with his own eyes, Grom certainly knows that Duke has such an ability to resist darkness. This is also his biggest psychological support for enduring so far.

Even though he had seen it once, Grom still couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart when he saw this scene again.

His big heart was beating wildly in his broad chest, and veins like earthworms were bulging on his arms that were holding [Blood Roar] tightly.

Gritting his teeth and holding his breath, Grom did not dare to miss any detail of Duke, for fear that Duke would fail to transform darkness in the next moment and truly degenerate into a terrifying lord of the Burning Legion.

Suddenly, there was a golden flame on Duke's chest. Like the first spark dropped on the dry grassland, the golden flame quickly swept through Duke's entire body with the force of a prairie fire.

Grom could clearly see with his naked eyes that the thick black power of darkness was being burned and purified.

The darkness retreated steadily on Duke, like a rout, until the darkness reached Duke's neck.

On the neck, the evil energy that had turned into a thick black color refused to retreat, fiercely conflicting with the power of light and consuming each other. Two powerful forces that mortals could only look up to, used the arteries and veins on Duke's neck as the battlefield, and started a fight that was unimaginable to others.

At this moment, Grom suddenly noticed that the water level in the well began to drop rapidly.

The water level in the huge moon well, which is as big as a baseball field, drops at a rate of one centimeter per second.

A vortex seemed to appear on Duke's body, sucking in the pure and flawless well water from his pores with the momentum of the sea.

Three seconds later, Duke suddenly vomited.

"vomit--"

Not only was he vomiting, but thick black ink was spurting out from Duke's nostrils, ear holes, and even the tear ducts in his eyes.

"Whoaaah——"

It was a very strange situation.

The well water that was sucked toward Duke was clean white, but the water from the well where he vomited was absolutely black.

The well water continues to swirl clockwise, creating a magical pattern similar to the Taoist yin-yang fish (Tai Chi diagram).

Grom, who was watching from the side, suddenly had an unknown feeling, and a sense of anticipation rose in his heart. As a former victim of demon blood, Grom knew very well how chaotic that violent force was, and it was impossible for it to behave like it was on the side of order.

Could it be that... can Duke, a monster-like human super genius, really be able to conquer even the terrifying dark power of the Burning Legion?

Grom was breathing and thinking wildly, and Duke's path to becoming a mastermind continued over there.

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

The tune, which was even more divine than the brainwashing divine comedy, was repeated over and over again. After more than ten minutes, the black sesame paste that Duke finally spat out almost turned into a sesame paste demon, and Duke also became a sanctimonious priest wearing a holy golden light. What a magic stick.

Grom's face was full of weirdness when he saw Duke, who was full of character and walked down the stairs next to the Moon Well, like the most devout believer.

He touched his rough beard and asked tentatively: "Duke, have you finally transformed all the darkness in your body?"

Duke smiled bitterly: "That's right, but you've been through it, and you know that even if most of it is cleared away, there will always be some leftover."

Grom was in awe of Duke.

Twice.

The first time was to deal with Archimonde.

The second time was to resist the evil energy alone.

Every time Duke had a choice, he chose to sacrifice himself.

As Grom, who used to be tortured by the blood of demons every night in his dreams, and who often woke up from his sleep because he could not suppress the rage in his heart, he is very aware of the side effects of demonic power, so for so many years, Grom has never dared to let go. Any of his compatriots approaches him while sleeping.

Because he was afraid that he would tear his own people apart while he was unconscious.

Duke felt Grom's sympathetic gaze and could only smile bitterly. If Grom's manifested characteristic is anger, then Duke possesses all seven deadly sins.

It's just that due to his naturally easy-going temperament, most of the Seven Deadly Sins have nothing to do with Duke, except...

Ahem!

Duke waved his hand to Grom coolly: "I'm fine. Compared to the survival of the world and the continuation of history, my matters are trivial."

Then, Duke told Grom some serious nonsense that even he himself didn't believe.

"Remember, we are entrusted by Nozdormu, the Dragon of Time, to maintain the original appearance of history."

Huh! I'm sure I'm not here to destroy history?

"In our time, the Highborne were a destroyed race. The capital of the Kaldorei Empire was also bombed. Even if our ultimate goal is to save the planet Azeroth, it does not mean we want to prevent the coming of the Burning Legion. "

nonsense! If you really stop me, how can I get black equipment from Kil'jaeden?

"So, what we have to do is follow the original historical development. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the history of Azeroth, just listen to me."

good! Stop making trouble! Do not impulse! Brother, go back and bring you black equipment!

Duke's words made Grom's eyes turn a little red. The orc hero nodded heavily: "Yes! I listen to you."

good! Deception successful!

Early the next morning, Duke had actually sensed that Savvis had been waiting outside for a long time. He was pacing back and forth anxiously, looking excited and nervous at the same time.

Maybe those test tubes Duke gave him were successful.

Duke just wanted to hang him out.

Every time Xavius ​​couldn't restrain himself and sent those elf girls with pale faces to whisper, "Is Master Infernal Affairs up?", he would send Grom, who looked fierce without makeup, out to block him.

"No! Don't mess with me. If you keep making noise, I will eat you."

Every elf girl went back crying.

At noon, Duke, who was very pretentious, invited a few pale elf girls to come in and help him change clothes. After using up all kinds of delicacies specially made by the high-level elf chef, he called in a wealthy man named Xavius. Narrative.

"None...His Excellency, Lord Mark Dooku!" Xavius ​​was still humble and respectful, and he sincerely gave the gift without cutting any corners.

Duke was also happy to watch this scammer who was selling his empire, his master, and his planet act lowly.

Duke raised his eyelids slightly: "What?"

"Sir! The potion you gave me does have magical power. My emperor was very happy after seeing the results. However, this is only for the enemy. Is there anything that can increase my strength... that..." Xavius ​​also knew Queen Azshara's request was a bit excessive, but he did not dare not listen to the request of the woman he deeply admired.