Chapter 1291 Just in Time

You know, the previous system prompt was "If more elemental divinity can be absorbed, the power of the divine sword will be greatly increased."

Now it is strongly recommended to upgrade before injecting. There is only one explanation - it is more beneficial to Duke to inject after upgrading.

If Duke was still in a slightly confused state before, now Duke fully understood that the time to attack the demigods had come.

As long as we finish the finishing work on Naxxramas...

With Atiesh, Duke is now a legitimate Guardian of Azeroth. If there is any difference between him and previous Guardians, it is that he lacks the demigod-level magic infused by the entire Council of Tirisfal.

It doesn't matter, as long as he breaks through the demigods, everything will be solved.

Duke gently lifted Atiesh, and suddenly felt that his arcane magic circuit had increased by more than 200%. The surging magic power reverberated in the huge circuit formed by the connection between himself and the artifact staff.

If Duke, who was a third-class star before, had the magic power available for use every minute and every second, it would really feel like the ocean at this time.

Duke turned to face the ice dragon's soul and said loudly: "Sapphiron, I ask you, are you willing to serve under me and become my exclusive elemental messenger? Fight to protect the world of Azeroth and wash away your sins. , has the goal of finally returning the soul to Longmian Temple been achieved?"

There was nothing to consider. Sapphiron in his soul state lowered his proud head: "I do!"

Duke said no more, raised his staff high, and shot a beam of blue light at Sapphiron's huge soul. Like peeling off a cocoon, everyone saw in a trance that countless black filaments were pulled out of Sapphiron's soul and dissipated in mid-air. Then the frost breath in the entire hall began to gather on Sapphiron's spirit body.

Waves of "sizzling, sizzling, sizzling" sounds sounded. Under Duke's transcendent magic, not only Sapphiron, but even the hall space where they were located felt like it had been frozen.

It's just that one goes out and one goes in.

While the entire space began to become ethereal, Sapphiron's soul began to materialize.

The ugly white bones were covered by muscles condensed from the elements, and then a dragon skin as white and flawless as snow was born out of thin air.

Ten seconds later, there was one less fallen bone dragon in the world, and one more elemental dragon transformed from the purest frost element.

From this moment on, Sapphiron became an elemental creature similar to the Fire Phoenix.

After taking care of Sapphiron, the next step is to divide the spoils.

The heroes of the alliance quickly and simply selected the epic equipment they wanted. Of course, except for a few of the Naxxramas-level items that were level 80, the rest were equivalent to level 60 equipment in the game. These fifteen People basically don't like it, so I probably left it to Varian and the others.

On this day, the war was still stalemate in Cenarion Fortress in northern Silithus.

Although the coalition forces gathered the elites of the three major forces of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Dragon Tribe, they still could not push the front to the Scarab Wall, which was probably in the middle of Silithus, let alone the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj.

Grom Hellscream, who was covered in bath fluid, was green and yellow. These were insect body fluids. After solidification, they not only smelled bad, but also looked ridiculous.

Ye Hou, who retreated to the fortress, couldn't help complaining to Thrall: "Warchief, how long are we going to defend? If it doesn't work, we will organize a commando to destroy a damn insect nest first."

Thrall did not answer directly, but asked instead: "How many elites do you think the tribe can sacrifice to achieve this goal?"

Mr. Hou was immediately stunned by the question. His expression was unwilling at first, and then sad. Don't look at the tens of thousands of people the tribe has brought out this time, and don't even compare it with the thousands of elites who attacked Blackstone Mountain that time. When you see the old ones and the young ones, you know that this tribe's army is just what it looks like.

It was now the seventh year of their journey westward to the continent of Kalimdor, which was far from enough for a new generation of orcs to grow up. Those five or six-year-old children would need at least ten more years to be able to barely fight. There are only about a hundred thousand orcs crossing the west.

After experiencing the conflict with the night elves in Ashenvale, the Battle of Mount Hyjal when the Burning Legion invaded, and the latest Beetle War, it can be said that almost all the orcs who can fight are here.

Without the support of tauren, trolls and goblins, the tribe would not be able to gather even a hundred thousand troops.

The tauren have never been a prosperous race, and being able to recruit five thousand warriors is the result of Kane's full support. Wojin's Darkspear clan is also a branch of the trolls, and 10,000 soldiers is the limit.

If all this army is defeated here, then there is no need for the tribe to say anything. If the alliance turns against them, they will destroy themselves here.

But this time, the tribe's territory was most directly impacted by the insect swarm.

If the alliance is ruthless enough, it can wait until all the tribal warriors are defeated before picking up the peaches. The Alliance is also suffering from internal and external troubles. For being able to pull out this force so quickly, the guys with some brains in the tribe think that the Alliance is being kind.

The situation is not good anymore. The stupid bugs can't learn to intercept the alliance's supply railway. With the continuous flow of arms, the battle loss ratio of the battle is still very eye-catching.

It often takes the death of a hundred giant bugs taller than orcs to sacrifice one warrior of the alliance or tribe. With the alliance's priests so powerful, as long as their heads are not cut off on the spot and dragged to the back, they can be saved even if they still have breath.

Therefore, when Duke made it clear that he would wait until they had taken down Naxxramas or Zul'Gurub before taking further action, Thrall and Vol'jin voted in favor.

It doesn't kill many people, but it also allows young orc warriors to gain valuable practical experience. This kind of good thing doesn't happen every day.

There is nothing wrong with it except worrying that the normalization of alliances and tribes will increase the possibility of tribes being annexed.

Just as Grom was about to retreat angrily, Thrall and the others suddenly heard a shrill cry: "Alert - there are legion-level bugs!"

The legion level is a super giant bug that requires an entire legion to be assembled to kill it.

Thrall and Grom turned their heads and saw the huge mountain-like beetle in the distance.

"Again!? Damn it! There are more and more of these lately!" Grom spat hard, then picked up his [Blood Roar] and turned around to leave.

"Wait! Let's do it together!"

Legion level also means the terrifying vitality of insects. Although the attack power of that thing is not too terrible, the large beetle, which is basically immune to existing artillery fire, will undoubtedly greatly affect the defense line if it rushes to the edge of the fortress.

Once the battle line collapses, human lives will have to be used to fill it.

In the absence of the main force of the alliance, naturally the lives of the tribal warriors were filled.

At this moment, the roar of cannons suddenly came from the clouds. It was obviously a huge cannon with a terrifying caliber that far exceeded all the artillery fire of Cenarion Fortress, and it overturned the legion-level giant insect with one shot.

Duke's laughter came from the air: "Yo! Looks like we're just in time!"