Chapter 1192 The Leader Has Black Equipment Again!

At this moment, no one knows that Mograine and the two have made such a decision.

Everyone is still focusing on the Prince of Sunderland.

Looking at the violent Prince of Wind, Demition was confused: "My lord! Why? Why?"

No alliance powerhouse had time to answer him.

Everyone knows that it was probably twenty-five thousand years of imprisonment that caused Sunderland the Wind Chaser to lose his mind and fall into madness.

The wind element in the atmosphere has begun to boil, and it is no exaggeration to call it the storm element. Violent roars erupted from everywhere in the sky, and the entire sky suddenly changed. The sky that was clear a moment ago was now occupied by a gloomy storm.

At the moment when the storm element boiled to its strongest intensity, accompanied by the faint sound of thunder, the silhouette of Wind Chaser Sunderland began to stretch infinitely, suddenly occupying almost the entire sky of Silithus.

What kind of huge elemental giant is that?

His huge body alone is enough to block the brilliance of the sun and moon. He himself is a bigger shelter than the clouds, as if his huge figure can replace the entire atmosphere and cover everyone, becoming a lingering terrifying shadow. .

And at the moment when the storm roared the most terrifyingly, the entire Silithus, no matter any animals, plants, mortals, or even some transcendent beings, were severely stimulated.

That was oppression on the soul level. The weaker ones were already trembling, with the deepest fear appearing on their faces!

That comes from the memory of their ancestors, deeply imprinted in their genes and the deepest part of their bloodline.

That was the terrifying memory left behind when the ancient god C'Thun and the wind elemental lord attacked each other on the ancient continent of Kalimdor during the most terrifying Dark Empire period 25,000 years ago!

"Hey, hey, hey! This isn't right! We rescued him, and he didn't even want to retaliate. Why does this guy feel stronger than Ragnaros?" Gavin Rad, standing in front, muttered.

Suddenly, he found a hand on his shoulder armor from behind.

"Duke?"

It was Duke who came to the front from the rear at some point. He looked up at Prince Sunderland who kept baring his teeth and claws ferociously, making strange screams and expanding his body crazily, and suddenly showed a strange smile.

"Hey! Didn't any of you think of giving him a kick?"

Give him a kick? How to give?

The other party is an invisible and formless wind element... Uh, wait!

At this time, everyone finally discovered that the source of all the wind was the [Wind Chaser's Imprisoned Skull] that someone had just placed on the ground as a sacrifice!

Duke flew up with a kick, like a kitchen knife cutting through wires, with thunder and lightning all the way.

Just such a natural kick caused the originally well-positioned skull to become crooked.

"ah!?"

This kick surprised everyone, because they were shocked to see that the huge and boundless figure in mid-air shrunk countless times in an instant.

The Prince of Sunderland did not fall down with a kick like a paper man, but he was obviously affected by some unknown influence.

Only Ronin and Tyrande saw something. They noticed the flash of fire.

"Is this... the radiance of divinity?"

"Divinity?" Jaina asked Tyrande.

Tyrande nodded: "Well, it seems that Prince Sunderland wanted to spread his will, absorb and purify the elemental power from the atmosphere, but Duke stopped him."

Duke raised his head with a mysterious smile on his face: "Sunderland! I know you are very angry! You are also very manic! You are eager to vent your resentment! But you also have to see who knocked down La Gnaros let you out..."

"Roar--" A roar that shook the sky, and a sword to the head. This was Prince Sunderland's answer.

Duke frowned. This Prince of Sunderland was obviously different from the original prince in history. In history, the Feng Prince still yelled a few words.

Duke looked like he was thinking about life, but he wasn't afraid of being hacked to death. If Magni, holding the Balrog's Hammer, and Tirion, holding the Ashbringer, could kill Duke, then they would not be called heroes in vain.

This time, Magni, who had activated [God Descends to Earth], directly swung the Balrog Hammer and had an unpretentious confrontation with Prince Sunderland's wind sword.

"Boom!" The terrifying momentum, like a volcanic eruption, directly overwhelmed Prince Sunderland. Not only was the prince's wind sword knocked back with a hammer, but his backward posture showed a strange stiffness.

At this time, anyone could see the weakness in the prince's seemingly powerful body.

Everyone couldn't help but think of the legend. How powerful the Wind Chaser was once, but he was ambushed. Although the Fire Demon King could not completely destroy him, he split him into two halves and imprisoned him.

One can imagine how weak Prince Sunderland was after twenty-five thousand years of torture.

Since communication is impossible, the outcome is doomed.

"Get rid of him!"

Duke raised his cloak, and he didn't even bother to take action.

That's right!

The Prince of Sunderland appears to be powerful, but in fact he is strong on the outside and weak on the inside. More than 20,000 years of imprisonment have degraded him in all aspects, even his sanity.

A weakened version of the Elemental Lord with only instincts and no special skills. He can only chop randomly and can only be regarded as a large target. If this can't be done, the heroes of the alliance can collectively commit suicide by jumping into the river.

Duke sat in the back, watching quietly as the poor Prince of Sunderland reached a dead end.

"Ouch -" Prince Sunderland pretended to be struck by lightning. Gavin Ladd, who originally thought he could easily master the magical weapon, rarely used his thunder power and struck the prince.

"Ah -" the prince was angry! Because Magni suddenly came to teach him how to be a good man again with the [Hand of Savras* Ragnaros the Fire Demon] that taught him how to be a good man.

"Ahhhhh--" The prince was angry again! The blazing holy light of [Ashebringer] reminded him vaguely of the time when there seemed to be a group of Titans who used this light to teach him how to behave.

Magic and arrows were pouring down like a rainstorm, and weapons filled with fire elements left scars on his weak body again and again.

There were not many surprises. In just five minutes, the poor and miserable Prince of Sunderland fell down shortly after seeing the light of day again.

A large mass of something similar to dust is the remains of the Wind Prince. Among the dust, a small wind sword is particularly eye-catching.

"This is..." Gavin Rad was extremely curious.

"This is the [Wind-kissed Blade], take it and let the fanatic believer do the work."

Just like history, [Thunder's Wrath*Wind Chaser's Sword of Blessing] was finally made. Gavin Rad was so happy to show off everywhere, until he was shocked to see that Duke was holding an identical wind sword...

Recovering from heatstroke... I feel so bad that I don't want to say anything, I just want to jump into the river.