Chapter 1143 Magni’s Crow’s Mouth

"Hmm." Duke touched his chin, also lost in thought, and then Duke smiled: "If your Theramore has enough 300,000 soldiers and 1,000 warships, what will happen to the tribe?"

Jaina thought for a while: "Probably she will be coveted and spied on all the time, right?"

"What if Theramore has a huge army of five thousand griffons?"

"Probably, even Thrall has to show hostility to Theramore, right?"

"What if Wyrmrest Temple becomes a subordinate of the Alliance and all the dragons are stationed in Theramore?"

"How is this possible..." After saying this, the smart Jaina had already thought of what Duke meant.

There is a limit to any emotion.

When the fear reaches the extreme, they will either launch a desperate attack on the opponent at all costs - just like some guys in history have always gone crazy and charged at the dragon with crude weapons, and then were eaten in one bite.

Or just recognize the fact: This is a power far beyond your imagination, leaving you with nothing but awe!

"Okay, so Duke, what kind of thing are you doing now?"

Duke pondered for a moment: "It's hard to say. Maybe, to some extent or in some aspect, my creations are better than them, which triggered their crazy counterattack."

Is that so?

Duke couldn't tell.

The journey to Molten Core is still long, and Duke has plenty of time to verify all of this.

After killing two groups of molten dogs, three fire demons with very special shapes, one large and two small, glided over from a distance, swaying their tails.

"Varian! Facing an unknown enemy! If the commander were you, how would you deal with it?"

If the current Varian still had the personality of Lo'Gosh [Ghost Wolf], he would probably go ahead and start the fight without saying a word. After Duke obtained the magic spell to undo the split from Onyxia, reunited the two Varians into one, and regained his memories, Varian seemed to have matured a lot.

Different from the Varian of the same period in history, the historical Varian lost his father in his early years. After Lothar died at the hands of Orgrim, he almost grew up in an environment without love and care. Originally, at this point in time, his wife Tiffin also died.

If it weren't for Anduin Wrynn's son, it wouldn't be surprising that Varian would become a lone star.

Varian's mentality is relatively peaceful now. After all, Lothar, whom he admires most, died of old age rather than death in battle. And there is Duke, the former important minister of Stormwind Kingdom, plus Optimus Prime. Although Duke is only a little more than ten years older than him, he has always regarded Duke as his elder.

Varian pondered for a moment: "I will observe first, try my best to determine what type of monster the opponent is, and then suppress about half of the combat power."

Duke did not make an immediate evaluation, but instead asked: "What type do you think this leader-level monster is?"

Taking out the telescope, Varian looked at the boss again and replied: "Although he holds a huge war blade, compared with the giants and giant dogs we encountered along the way, the size of him and his guards Relatively slender. This is a bit like Naga. Melee-based monsters tend to be bigger, so I infer that he and his guards should be from the magic system. If I were a commander, I would pay more attention to spell protection."

Duke tilted his head: "Hey, Magni, what do you think?"

Anyone who thinks this seemingly rude dwarf king is a fool is truly a fool. Magni took a sip of the strong wine in the wine bag and curled his lips: "I have no objection! You can fight however you like."

Then the conversation changed and it became: "But, isn't it what us seniors should do to wipe the butts of our juniors?"

Duke smiled and turned his head to the other side: "Luo Ning, since Varian has judged that the opponent is from the magic system. You should pay more attention. I will leave the magic support for this battle to you."

"Understood, Master!" Luo Ning nodded.

When Duke walked by, Alleria whispered in the language of the wind: "Is it appropriate?"

"It's okay, it's just a Luciferon..."

Duke said it so lightly, which gave Alleria absolute confidence.

Names often have very important meanings.

Without the terrible War of the Three Hammers, 99.99% of humanity would not have known about Ragnaros. No one knows that Ragnaros has any younger brothers. The dark ages when the ancient gods and elemental lords were rampant in the ancient continent of Kalimdor were before the birth of the oldest night elves. Even Tyrande had difficulty finding relevant information.

Now Duke said the name of the obviously leader-level monster in the distance.

This means Duke is absolutely sure.

Alleria's smile quickly spread among Duke's lovers.

Perhaps this is the absolute trust in Duke.

"Alexandros! You stay with me to hold off the battle."

"Um."

Ashbringer returns from strength to strength, but unfortunately it consumes too much physical energy and is not conducive to long-term battles. And Mograine has also begun to age. Even though he is still strong in his fifties, whether he wants to admit it or not, his physical strength has dropped a lot compared to when he was young.

All this is clearly reflected in the system scan.

Fortunately, most of the remaining Four Silver Saints have survived longer than in history. Most of them are now around forty years old and are still in peak condition. Perhaps they are starting to get a little old as pure warriors. As Paladins, their Holy Light is more than twice as powerful as when they were young?

Duke was relieved.

The battle started with the simultaneous shooting of the three Windrunner sisters.

The unparalleled skills were displayed at this time. It was clearly the bows and arrows shot by the three of them. However, due to the clever ranger movement and visual misalignment, in the eyes of Luciferon and the two guards, those three arrows directly confused them. The arrows in his face were shot by the three paladins, Tirion, Gavin Rad, and Saidan.

It sounds ridiculous, but the general skill [Misdirection] of rangers and hunters is so awesome.

Seeing the three guys with poor IQs being separated into three groups at once, and then it only took less than a minute for the first guard to be knocked down, Magni muttered: "This may be Duke." You mean 'not good'. I always feel that such an unchallenging battle is just like torturing those brats who have too much energy but lack fighting skills in your own training ground. It's boring!"

Duke glanced at Magni's excessively luxurious equipment and cursed in his mind: "If I had known we wouldn't have brought you bastard so much good equipment when we went back to the War of the Ancients."

Suddenly, the system elf sounded a sharp alarm.

On their way, a huge leader-level figure suddenly appeared. On the other side, in the distance behind Luciferon, a sky full of smoke and dust was set off.