Chapter 1279 Throne of Flame

Thank me?

This time, Duke was confused.

Sure enough, Kel'Thuzad himself couldn't wait to reveal the answer to the mystery: "Without your betrayal and correction, I would not have been suppressed by Antonidas, nor would I have been tortured by the Holy Light, destroying most of my souls. Only the pure resentment and hatred left now. And...my soul from the dragon——"

Duke is so embarrassing!

Damn, is this a blessing in disguise, or is there no limit to committing suicide?

No wonder I feel that President Ke is stronger than in history. It turns out that Ner'zhul is so harsh that he actually gave him a copy of the dragon's soul. So, Ke always used less than 20% of his resentment and hatred and high-purity evil thoughts to assimilate the already somewhat scattered dragon soul?

Is it Sapphiron's soul?

Or the soul of another frost dragon?

This is really... unimaginable.

Duke made a small report back then and tricked Mr. Ke. He never forgot it and even diluted and fused his own soul just to avenge him!

Ahem!

Forget it, I think you should die early and be born early.

Well, of course, it's sanctimonious... Oh, no, it's the upright, honest and reliable Du Mouke who waved his big hand.

Hum! Travelers do not lie.

If I say destroy your whole family, I will destroy your whole family!

All right, nothing wrong!

Suddenly, a huge flame was released from Duke's feet. At first glance, Duke seemed to have been swallowed up by a ball of flames, but as long as you ignore the free flame elements that sputtered out, you can see that Duke was actually lifted up by a huge pillar of fire that seemed to be substantial. .

Then the second one, the third one... The entire high platform community formed a 'mountain' shape, with high flame platforms in the middle and low ones on both sides. Every strong member of the alliance was gently pushed to the front of the high platform.

The platform was getting higher and higher, and the highest platform carrying Duke was more than ten stories high in an instant.

Kel'Thuzad, who originally sat on the back of the frost dragon and looked down at Duke, was instead overlooked by Duke, who was in a higher position.

Duke sat in the air, and a throne made entirely of flames automatically appeared on his back. At the top of the throne is the ferocious two-horned Balrog head of Ragnaros. The left and right corners above the throne are sharp flaming thorns like the heads of meteor hammers. The deputy hands of the throne are a pair of huge claws, and Duke rests his hands on them. .

The flames that should have burned the human body suddenly seemed to have turned into a soft and comfortable sofa. Duke sat on it without being burned or feeling any discomfort.

After taking away the divinity of the fire demon Ragnaros, today, at this time, Duke finally showed the world his unparalleled talent in flame manipulation.

His chin was deliberately raised a full sixty degrees, and his sonorous and powerful words spread throughout the audience.

"Kel'Thuzad, you have violated the laws of heaven, earth, and man. You have challenged the boundaries between life and death with the greatest malice, and crossed the insurmountable taboo line. It seems that a guy like you is the enemy of the world. ! I can save noble souls, and I can even redeem fallen souls! But only you - Kel'Thuzad, the only fate waiting for you is destruction - eternal destruction!"

From ancient times to the present, flames have been given many meanings by various intelligent races.

It is light!

It's hot!

It's even a myth!

But whether living or dead, in their memories, the greatest effect of fire is always - destruction!

How many living beings have been destroyed, how many undead souls have been purified, maybe the cause is just a fire ignited by a tree struck by lightning, or it may be a simple torch.

The fire controlled by Duke at this time reminded Kel'Thuzad of the flamethrowers found in the Alliance's major cities and towns, and in almost every small village.

Even two farmers with simple training can easily reduce a squadron of zombies and skeleton soldiers to nothing.

Duke's lofty expression at this moment reminded Kel'Thuzad of the horrific years when he was labeled taboo, despised, humiliated, and executed after being exposed in Dalaran.

Suddenly, the anger that had been buried for so long took over Kel'Thuzad's soul.

Furious!

"Duke - Marcus - you will pay for your arrogance! You will pay the heaviest price for everything you have done! I changed my mind! After giving me your arrogant and ridiculous soul I will torture you thoroughly before I succumb to His Majesty the Lich King!"

Kel'Thuzad screamed, and the frost dragon Sapphiron, who clearly felt his master's emotions, also opened his upper and lower jaws, which were so white that there was no trace of blood.

"Roar——" It was a terrifying dragon roar coming from the soul.

The strong men in the alliance were shocked almost at the same time.

Duke had a proud smile on his lips. He stood up from the Flame Throne, stretched out his right hand, hooked his index finger, and said with great contempt: "Come!"

Kel'Thuzad only felt that his frozen soul was suddenly ignited by the angry flames. Without his orders at all, the frost dragon under him had already rolled up a terrifying ice wind tornado in its roar, heading towards the Throne of Fire. Duke, who was above him, pounced.

No one noticed that Onyxia took a deep breath behind the Throne of Fire.

It wasn't until the black dragon's huge head showed a cruel smile, coming out of the blazing pillar of fire, and spraying out from its mouth, that Kel'Thuzad realized that he had fallen into Duke's trap again.

Onyxia's famous ultimate move - [Deep Breathe]!

The dragon's breath sprayed out with all its strength was like a cone-shaped fire cloud, with dots of crimson light in the turbulent flow. It was both the divine brilliance of Onyxia and the infusion of Duke's divine power.

The fiery and violent dragon's breath spurted out, easily plunging the originally white world into a sea of ​​fire.

The sky is burning, the earth is burning, and the air is filled with the creaking sound of flames pouring down.

The ice and fire tornadoes blasted by the two giant dragons collided in mid-air.

At that moment, the entire space seemed to be shining with the unique glow of the elemental threads - the laws of space seemed to be completely rewritten in an instant.

Half of the space was densely covered with crimson flame patterns, as if these flame inscriptions would immediately turn this place into a second molten core.

Half of the white space flashed with overlapping white and silver networks, as if to pull all living creatures into the eternal ice and snow of Northrend, dissipate all the heat, and stop all life.

Two completely different pictures completely enveloped the entire frost dragon's palace and spread in all directions. Centered on the intersection of the power of the two dragons, it seemed that after a moment's delay, a shock wave swept across the entire space.

At that moment, the gorgeous palace seemed to have suffered a terrible earthquake. The gorgeous floor tiles under the feet could not withstand the damage caused by the turbulent flow of elements, and they were lifted up one after another. However, before they splashed out and caused harm to others, the destructive force was already in the aftermath. Neutralize into powder.