Chapter 1526 Laugh! Laugh as Much as You Want!

"Oh my God! I thought my waist was thick enough, but I didn't expect it to be even thicker." Magni first patted his waist and complained.

"Hey, did the Commander-in-Chief of the Burning Legion emerge from the sewers, miscalculate his waist size and get stuck?" Jaina spat out her poisonous tongue without mercy.

"Kil'jaeden...you'd better lose weight!" It was rare that Queen Xi had such leisurely intentions, and she also teased eggs.

"You should pass your ass over first, so I can slap your ass hard!" Magni faithfully fulfilled his taunting role as a MT.

"Hey! Are you sure you can reach his ass?" Muradin complained to him.

"Second brother, you are dirty!"

Someone among the leaders of the alliance took the lead. Of course, the others would not miss this opportunity to humiliate their mortal enemy, and they immediately broke into a commotion.

Only Yrel was dumbfounded. She finally saw the ultimate demon king who had been persecuting and hunting the Draenei for 25,000 years.

In fact, Kil'jaeden's terrifying form was exactly the same as the diorama described by Master Velen and stored in the draenei archives.

It was as huge as a hill, even if it was only half of his body. His huge body occupied most of the nearly 100-meter-diameter area in the middle of the hall, leaving only a distance for mortals and Azeroth demigods to fight. The pillars next to the main hall are less than thirty meters in a circular area.

Kil'jaeden's bright crimson skin was always exuding heat like magma. Just a slight flap of his knotted bat wings could feel an unbearable heat wave hitting his face.

His claws are quite huge. Judging from the size alone, he can grab a medium-sized tank with one hand and use his sharp claws to catch everyone and everything inside.

On the red and burly shoulders are two extremely barbaric-style shoulder armors. Four huge curved corners pointed diagonally towards the sky, and there was a brazier-like thing on the upper end of the shoulder armor, which was burning with eternal flames, blazing and suffocating. The two iron chains on the shoulder armor cross in an X shape, and are tied to a belt with a huge skull underneath. Together with other skull decorations on the body, it looks evil and terrifying.

In the scorching air waves, the wails of the dead could still be faintly heard. The souls of the various races who were killed and trapped by him still had no rest in this purgatory.

if……

Without the strange golden halo stuck on Kil'jaeden's waist, the alliance's powerful men would probably have looked awe-inspiring just by looking at his half body, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Now all the horrors of Kil'jaeden have turned into paper tiger-like things, which has to be said to be a different kind of irony.

Ever since he made a deal with Sargeras and drove the draenei into the stars, Kil'jaeden was convinced that no one could stop the power of the Legion. However, Sargeras once made a promise of victory, but he still refused to do so. Cashed out, which made him seethe with rage.

However, all his deceptive methods could not prevent Duke from leading the alliance and even the entire Azeroth to rise, so he decided to personally deal with all the ants, including Duke, but he did not expect that he could not stop it after exhausting all methods. The strong ones arrive at the most critical moment.

He didn't even expect that the biggest flaw was actually around him, the Eredar twins whom he once regarded as trash, devalued as worthless, and was ready to push them forward as cannon fodder!

Facing the enemy's trap and the cynicism of mortals, Kil'jaeden was naturally angry, furious, and resentful, wishing to blow up Azeroth immediately.

But when all emotions climbed to the boiling point, Kil'jaeden calmed down.

"Hehehehe!" He was clearly exuding a heat that could melt stones and pillars, but his laughter was full of coldness.

No matter how strong the alliance continued to taunt, Kil'jaeden was not in a hurry or made any move. He just stared at Duke and sneered.

That laughter was so heart-wrenching.

If you don’t have the right skills, you might ask stupidly, “Why are you laughing?”, which will result in a poor momentum, because it means that you have not seen through the opponent’s trump card.

"Hehehehe! Hahahahaha!" Duke also laughed.

Isn’t it just a sneer, a fake smile, a sneer, a pretentious smile?

I can do it too!

At some point, the entire hall was filled with the laughter of Duke and Kil'jaeden.

In the past thousands of years since the Sunwell was built, every major festival in Quel'Thalas, the king of the Sunstriders would lead all the high elven nobles to hold a grand banquet here.

The circular hall with a diameter of more than 200 meters is supported by 36 marble columns that feel as if they have already reached the sky. The entire vault above is painted with an unparalleled vault mural, which depicts the high elves' founding of the country for thousands of years. The glorious history, of course, focuses on praising the great Sun Chaser Wang family.

However, no member of the Sunstrider royal family will participate in the final battle that is about to take place now and determine the future fate of Azeroth.

This has to be said to be a kind of irony.

Duke smiled wildly and comfortably, because he firmly believed that he had conquered the goddess of fate. Since even the goddess of fate was on his side, there was nothing to fear.

So Duke was not only smiling, but there was also a penetrating feeling in his eyes that could see through the past and the future, and see all the mysteries in the world.

Eggs! egg!

Do you know how many times I have brushed you?

Do you know that I can count your skills with my eyes closed and just listen to the sound effects?

Did you know that later even the Golden Group of Savage Group could make your pants fall off?

Don't let me be too surprised, otherwise you will wait to die!

It was Kil'jaeden who laughed first, but unfortunately anyone could tell that Egg's laughter was becoming more and more fake and less and less confident.

Finally, Kil'jaeden was the first to restrain his laughter: "Duke Marcus, I admit that I underestimated you. Not only me, but the entire legion also underestimated you. You may create such a great reputation in this world, But today will be the end of your legend, everything will be over!"

After saying that, Kil'jaeden slowly raised his hands, and the paws with the palms facing the sky trembled lightly as if playing a piano. Suddenly, a portal opened in four directions of Kil'jaeden's front, rear, left, and right at the same time.

"Huh?" Duke's chin tilted slightly, and he could already smell the gears of history beginning to shift.

The size of these portals is far larger than in history.

Sure enough, at the next moment, only some eredar warlocks named "Hand of Kil'jaeden" were supposed to be teleported out, but now what rushed out from them were abyss lords!

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps that was more shocking than the galloping of thousands of horses, these terrifying monsters who had originally charged for the legions brandished huge weapons and rushed towards the alliance heroes.

"Let us do these!" Magni stepped in first!