Chapter 1531 Do You Want to Join the Legion?

Fighting rages across Quel'Danas, but nowhere as high as on the Sunwell Plateau. It seemed like it was suffering from the most violent earthquake, and the huge and splendid buildings were shaking.

"Bang!" As if being hit by a violent air current, a towering tower suddenly shook and then completely collapsed.

The earth was shaking constantly, and the palaces, which had been built by countless generations of high elf craftsmen for more than a thousand years and were works of art in themselves, seemed to be under some unimaginable pressure and kept creaking and creaking.

Every wall with gorgeous paintings, marble floors that have been polished by hand for countless years to become extremely smooth, doors and windows with intricately carved patterns are trembling, as if they will fall apart at any time.

A distant roar that seemed to come from ancient times was heard, and then on top of the highland ruins, two huge and elegant blue creatures spread their wings and flew past at high speed. The frozen breath sprayed out, and the rubble and dust that had been exploded due to the collapse of the tower all turned into larger ice cubes, as if it was a [blizzard] summoned by the mage.

A humanoid creature with flaming red wings had shot into the air like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the blue dragon.

What was fighting in the air was naturally the combination of Kalecgos and Martigosa versus the Demon Lord. They were fighting fiercely in the limited airspace within the space barrier.

On the ground, Duke's elemental messengers and the alliance's strong men fought hard against the demon lord group. Almost the entire Sunwell Highlands was in a state of fierce fighting.

The Dread Guard Lord O'Mor the Scarless was a three-story behemoth. He struck hard with his black-on-gold-edged shoulder armor and set off a storm of rubble in the palace complex. Valeera jumped to his waist with great agility and gave him a severe blow, but was unable to cause fatal injuries.

Soon, Varian made a beautiful [Intercept]. Under the influence of [Rage], his whole body turned into a stream of light, and he used his merged artifacts to patch up the same wound.

Omol's random attack in advance still knocked all the nearby buildings upside down.

Mr. Hou no longer remembers how many abyss lords he killed. Anyway, in front of such a large-tonnage charging leader, the rows of houses are as fragile as castles built with sand on the beach.

No matter old or new, all buildings were uprooted by this violent impact. Even the walls and roofs that had been reinforced by magic would directly collapse in this violent impact filled with evil energy. It turned into countless fragments, like pieces of paper scattered in the strong wind.

The strong men in the alliance are working hard, the two blue dragons who came to work are working hard, and even more so are Duke’s direct subordinates.

How many lord-level demons have you killed?

After about twenty, no one cared. Because there are more and more demon lords, the strong men in the alliance are almost overwhelmed.

It's like the stress keeps snowballing. It just depends on when it really becomes the straw that breaks the camel's back.

In the ruins of the hall, Duke was still fighting with Kil'jaeden for magic.

Light and shadow intertwined, and explosions rumbled.

The highest level of magic collided in mid-air. The edges of the ruins of the hall and even the entire night sky directly above were shining with the brilliance of the thread of law.

Seeing that his side had gained an overwhelming advantage, Kil'jaeden also began to get tough: "Hahaha! Duke Marcus, as a mortal who can become a god, you are very good."

"Your fate has been targeted by the God of Death. Maybe you can successfully escape this time and gain some time. But you will soon be caught up again. In the War of the Ancients, in the past few years, you have twice To get rid of the death curse of fate. But I will not give you the chance to see it a third time."

"Give up! Your last struggle is meaningless!"

"True victory and eternal life belong only to the Burning Legion!"

At this point, Kil'jaeden suddenly raised his hand, and dozens of shadow lines suddenly appeared in the void, directly bypassing Duke's elemental defense and performing [Soul Whiplash] on the alliance's strong men.

"Ah!" Even though he was as strong as Magni Bronzebeard, he couldn't help but groan in pain.

Not to mention other people.

Who knew that when Egg changed the topic, his arrogant voice would become full of temptation.

"However, Duke Marcus, not only me, but also Archimonde and Sargeras admire you. As long as you are willing to join the Legion, you can become the third person alongside me and Archimonde. Commander. After taking what the Legion wants, we can even give up destroying Azeroth and allow you to keep this planet and make it your exclusive property."

"Hiss—" Every alliance powerhouse in the audience couldn't help but gasp after hearing this sentence.

Commander of the Burning Legion!

That is the invincible force that has swept across the entire universe in the past 25,000 years!

No intelligent race, planet, or even galaxy can fight against the demon army, which measures hundreds of millions.

Hundreds of thousands of galaxies were burned to death.

Billions of living beings are devastated.

Even after killing Sargeras and Archimonde, no one can guarantee that these two giants are really dead. Or is it that some souls are stored somewhere in the twisted void, and those souls can be resurrected or something.

Now, Kil'jaeden was actually willing to pay such a large price for Duke, which was considered a heavy investment.

For a moment, Yrel the Hooves was startled.

It would be terrible if Duke, who was the core of the Alliance, decided to defect to the Burning Legion.

The planetary protective formation that Azeroth is proud of will be immediately broken from the inside, and the Legion will descend. It is still unknown whether the Draenei can continue to escape this time...

However, before Yrel could finish thinking, he suddenly heard Duke's clean voice.

"I reject!"

"Why refuse? Protecting this small planet is completely meaningless to those who pursue power. The Legion can give you greater and stronger power! If you want, you can make thousands of planets surrender under your feet." Ergadan still refused to give up.

His voice shook the hearts of every Alliance member.

Lord of all realms! ?

This kind of power, this kind of temptation that is simply irresistible for men!

Could Duke say no?

Everyone is thinking, if it were themselves, would they refuse?

Will...right?

But it’s difficult to make the decision to refuse, right?

Around Duke, countless magic circles opened with a bang, and countless elemental energies formed on their own, shooting towards Kil'jaeden.

Duke, in the middle of the energy frenzy, looked calm.