Chapter 1010 Dear! Do You Want to Drink Foot Washing Water?

Duke sneered, as if he had expected you to be like this, and then pointed his finger far away: "The things in that pool are the strength potions specially refined for you."

When Grom, a poor actor, heard this, he almost acted out on the spot.

Damn, this is obviously your vomit last night, but you actually have the nerve to say that it's a 'good stuff' specially made for night elves! ?

No no no!

This can't be the Duke I know!

Wasn't I deceived by his holy light?

How do you feel that Duke Marcus, the great hero of the alliance who is upright and upright, and acts upright every time whether he uses tricks to deceive the enemy or saves his own people in times of crisis, has changed a lot?

Is this really the influence of evil energy?

By the way, this pool of black ghost stuff exudes a disgusting smell. Even the wild boar in the Barrens will not eat it. Would the night elves want this thing?

The way Grom bared his teeth made Duke feel pain in his balls, and he thought to himself: Grom, have you misunderstood something? I have always been so unruly. What you saw and believed before was just your old man’s illusion!

Grom had been mentally prepared that Xavius ​​would become furious when he saw the pool, flipping the table or something. When the time came, he would have to take action and teach this guy a lesson. Grom knew very well that Xavius, as a powerful Sun-level arcanist, did not have many chances to take action.

There is probably only one chance...

Just when Ye Ye was getting ready to fight, something happened that made Ye Ye collapse.

"Ah - this power!? It's so wonderful -"

Xavius ​​was like a hungry wild dog. When he saw a steaming pile of Xiang when he was hungry, he almost pounced on it.

Ignoring the raindrops falling from the sky, Savis leaned on the edge of the pool, with his palms pressed against the decorative porcelain tiles on the edge of the pool, looking like he wanted to take off his clothes and jump off on the spot.

How embarrassing is this for Grom, who is ready to beat someone up?

Mr. Hou’s face is almost broken!

Duke's wind language reached Grom's ears unhurriedly: "You, a layman, don't understand the so-called upper elf's obsession with power. For the power of magic, they have already made the Well of Eternity worse than coal. Black. So this color and this level of evil are not a problem at all."

ah! Is this okay?

Grom's eyes nearly popped out.

If Xavius ​​was acting like this alone, it could be said that Xavius ​​and Duke were acting together. However, the two elf arcanists who came with Xavius ​​also stretched their necks, eager to rush over. After taking a closer look, I was very excited about the stuff that was almost like black sesame paste.

All right! You city people, oh, Master is just good at playing. Anyway, we don’t understand how to play with an axe.

Grom was convinced.

Duke is not just bragging. At this moment, Azshara City is hundreds of kilometers away.

The violent storm made the dark lake in the Well of Eternity unusually turbulent. A huge wave was set off in the distance that almost covered Azshara's palace. The black waves roared and slapped each other in mid-air, blooming with light full of arcane energy.

In the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, like thousands of violent dragons rushing from the shore...

As someone who had just come from the palace using teleportation magic and witnessed with his own eyes the violence of the Well of Eternity and the calmness of the pool of evil energy and filth in front of him, Xavius ​​even cheered loudly: "This energy is so stable!"

Yes, it is true that this is Du's vomit, and the best parts have been transformed by Duke, but no matter how many impurities there are, it is still condensed from the purest evil energy in the twisted void.

The intensity of its magic power is not as high as that of the Well of Eternity.

However, unlike the high-purity magic well water in the Well of Eternity that cannot be used directly, Duke's inferior evil energy can be easily absorbed by living bodies.

It is precisely because he can see this at a glance, and because Duke is still carrying the Burning Legion as a big sign, that Xavius, a high-level master, is convinced.

Duke looked cold and arrogant, and an aura called "I am your uncle" dominated the audience in an instant.

To purify such a simple thing, do you still need me, the mighty Lord of the Burning Legion, to do it?

Not to mention these pollutants, even if Dukla were to fly down, Xavius ​​would still eat it.

He has this arrogance.

Your little night elf wants to hug you, right?

Now the thigh is here, kneel down and lick it!

Do you want strong power?

I gave it, but where is your sincerity?

Duke didn't say a word, but his eyes and his aura said so.

There was even more undisguised murderous intent in Duke's eyes - Xavius, be wise and don't satisfy me, don't blame me for starting to massacre the city.

Xavius ​​trembled.

The carrot and the stick always arrive at the same time.

Now that the Lords of the Burning Legion had kept their promise, it was clear that now was the time to pay the bill.

Xavius ​​- this bitch who cheated his dream lover, cheated the country, and cheated his compatriots, decisively sold himself and his own resources first.

"Lord Mark Dooku! My direct subordinates and I are willing to sacrifice our souls to the Legion, and I will also bring Her Majesty Queen Azshara here to see you within today." What Xavius ​​said was decisive and powerful. ah!

Sell ​​your soul and life!

This heroic and sacrificial aura caused Grom next to him to have a toothache.

At this moment, Grom finally had the most intuitive and profound understanding of how crazy the night elf mages in ancient times were in their pursuit of power.

Without even raising his eyelids, Duke snorted with great disdain and pointed at the floor in front of him that was covered in a lot of black sesame paste contaminants.

Even in the eyes of orcs who don't like cleanliness very much, that place is very dirty and smelly.

Xavius, however, crawled over with great obedience like a dog chasing a bone, and crawled on the ground stained with black mud and rain, touching his forehead to the ground.

"Please, Lord, give me strength!"

Not only him, but also the Huiyue-level elf wizard who came with him fell to the ground.

Duke's lips opened slightly: "Evil energy is powerful! Evil energy is also great! It is the noble power given by the great commander Sargeras to those selected races that transcend the mortal world. Weak wastes are not qualified to accept evil energy - —”

As Duke's voice became louder and louder, like thunder from the sky, a scene was displayed behind Duke that was the size of IMAX, a huge illusory screen that reached fifteen meters in height.

"Look up! Look at the fate of those inferior races!"

The muscles on the faces of the three elves who raised their heads were twitching. Because in the picture, more than twenty creatures of different races first exploded and died. But the one who succeeded in the end showed an extremely powerful increase in power.

Duke was majestic and domineering: "Savis! Let me ask you - are you willing to accept the baptism of evil energy under the flag of the Legion?"