Chapter 1361 This Is What I Want

"I, Duke Marcus, declare as the supreme commander of the alliance..."

"I, Thrall, declare in the name of the chief of the tribe..."

Two voices, in different languages, were synchronized on every magic communication channel and broadcast on every magic loudspeaker.

"The cruel ancient evil god C'Thun was defeated by the combined forces of the Dragon Clan, Alliance and Horde!"

The moment the two broadcasts stopped, there was a very brief silence in the whole place, as if a god came and zipped up everyone's mouths to prevent them from happening.

After a short pause, the gears of time began to turn again.

In an instant, loud cheers erupted from every corner of Silithus.

In the desert without any emotion, it seems that every grain of sand is instantly heated by people's enthusiasm, and even the air is boiling!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Is he dead? Is he dead?"

"Let you squeak!?"

"What ancient god? Go to hell! Bah!"

"Baby, did you see it in Tianzhiling? I helped you avenge your father!"

Who is laughing and celebrating?

Who is sad and crying?

The news of C'Thun's annihilation spread to the entire Silithus in the shortest time, as if it had grown wings. Then, through magic, it reached Theramore and Orgrimmar, thousands of miles away. Cross the Endless Sea to reach the Eastern Kingdom.

Hundreds of thousands of coalition soldiers screamed wildly, tears and smiles blending together, but it didn't look out of place at all.

The tauren carried the dwarf on his neck, as if he was used to it.

Orcs and humans hugged each other, trolls and dwarves looked at each other and danced. All the things that were unimaginable before the war happened at this moment.

The atmosphere reached its peak when Duke announced that the battle was over and it was time to celebrate, and announced that hundreds of tons of wine would be shipped soon.

Having foreseen the fall of C'Thun long ago, Duke secretly prepared a celebration ceremony on the premise of meeting military needs.

When hundreds of portals opened at various soldier gathering places in Silithus, and when the tavern waiters transferred pushed barrels of wine through the portals, opened the barrels, and let the overflowing aroma of wine spread to all directions, No warrior can control himself anymore.

"Don't crowd! Don't crowd! Get in line! The Alliance and Tribes all have a share!"

Using the Paladin to maintain order and opening the way with millions of gold coins, Thrall saw this scene in the magic mirror and was immediately shocked to the core by Duke's heroic spirit.

The ultra-high-temperature blazing lava erupted more than ten steps away, but under Duke's large ice base built with frost elements, no heat was transmitted at all. Instead, there was a faint chill, giving people an unreal feeling. Feel.

Thrall turned his head: "Duke, have you foreseen the fall of C'Thun?"

Duke curled his lips: "No! But, I think, at least if we fail and have to die, we can drink to drown our sorrows."

"Hmph! I don't believe a word of what you are saying now."

Duke shrugged: "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

"..."

I have seen scoundrels, but never such scoundrels.

Sal suddenly realized that he was not doing enough! Thrall scratched his head and was about to say something when he was pulled back by Wo'jin. As a warchief, once the battle is over, a lot of trouble will come to your door.

At this time, Jaina came over, pulled Duke's sleeve, and said in a voice that was almost like murmuring in sleep: "Hey, Duke, is C'Thun dead now?"

Duke raised his head and then twisted his slightly sore neck: "Ever since human beings were civilized, they have been trying to kill all the rats and cockroaches. What's the result?"

Jaina's face suddenly turned a little ugly: "This result is terrible."

Duke shook his head and smiled: "You have missed a lot of things. From the perspective of life continuation, no existence can completely kill a divine creature that can multiply itself infinitely."

"That……"

"From the perspective of the gods, although C'Thun is not completely finished, it has completely lost its territory and foundation. It is no different from being finished in every sense. It has been eliminated from this multi-party game surrounding the planet Azeroth. Not to mention its resurrection, it is still unknown whether the other ancient gods will let it go."

Are those guys N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron good men and women?

C'Thun, who seemed defeated by mortals, had little value other than contributing equipment. In the eyes of the other ancient gods, C'Thun's remaining chaotic divinity and fragments of his godhead are the greatest treasure trove.

Unfortunately, that thing is also very poisonous to Duke, so it can only be used cheaply by those guys.

Divinity, as the greatest reflection of a god's characteristics and the deepest imprint of his will, is definitely the most troublesome. Although Duke can purify those divinities, it is extremely uneconomical.

This is like extracting beneficial substances from a pile of soot. Theoretically, it is possible, but who is willing to extract it, how much time it takes, and how much energy is wasted. This is a big problem in itself.

As for the godhead fragments, this thing is the upper limit of the divine power that a god can hold. It's a good thing in theory, but Duke still refuses to thank him. Because C'Thun is going in the wrong direction with Duke, is he a small Corrosion system in the natural system?

What the hell is that?

Duke doesn't need those things, what Duke really wants is...

Suddenly, every being in the underground space where the ceiling was blasted felt an inexplicable throbbing.

Whether they were mortal heroes or the guardian dragons who were supposed to be aloof, they raised their heads one after another.

Suddenly, they felt temporarily disconnected from the power they were familiar with.

What comes into view is a still world. The wind is still and every particle of dust blown by the wind keeps spinning. There is neither the instigation of the elements nor the passage of time. Looking at the pale sun The light poured down from the hole in the dome, and it was warm and moist.

The sudden feeling of loss after losing their power did not bring panic to them. The biggest reason was that a quiet and warm feeling filled their hearts.

That's what a mother feels like.

The next moment, time seemed to resume its flow, and everything in the world seemed to be jumping for joy because of the arrival of a will.

To be precise, it is not a single will.

It is more like a collection of countless wills.

There are living things, some are classified as dead by mortals, and there are also many thoughts of wandering souls. All the wills come together to form a relatively unified thought.

At this moment, this thought speaks a universal language: "Thank you, Duke Marcus!"

Immediately, this will disappeared without a trace.

"Huh!" Duke exhaled a long breath: "This is what I want..."