Chapter 2019 [Norgannon’s Foresight]

According to Sargeras's temperament, even if all the righteous forces in Azeroth were wiped out, N'Zoth would still be extracted from the core of the planet and beaten.

N'Zoth's shrinking style is of no use to Mr. Sha.

It's impossible for Duke and the others to dismantle Azeroth and turn the world upside down to get him out. Boss Sa is different. At worst, he will blow up the entire planet after he gets the good stuff from Azeroth.

N'Zos was choked by Duke and was speechless. Anyway, he already knew that he could not do anything to Duke this time. So I didn’t even reply and withdrew cleanly.

It didn't even say harsh words, and without saying a word, it directly withdrew its little will from Cenarius.

Well, my brother-in-law doesn’t talk much in society.

Almost as soon as N'Zoth's will left, the corrupted Cenarius came over like a wild horse with anal prolapse.

Duke really wanted to describe this fallen demigod in the form of a centaur as running wild or something, but unfortunately Xiaosai screamed like a chicken blood and ran away, leaving behind big lumps of corrosive substances all over the ground.

These were all corrupted substances that were originally sealed in his body as a way to enhance his corrupted strength. But as soon as N'zoth left, in order to disgust Duke, he just pulled out a stopper, and Cenarius pulled something all over the floor while charging.

Not only are there green and yellow smelly pollutants, there are also things that look like viscera.

This is obviously anal prolapse!

Alas, what a rotten place, rotten world, I hate coming to this place the most.

Duke held the semi-limp Ysera in his left hand, and raised his middle finger...and index finger with his right hand, and a spark appeared.

Within half a second, a huge fire ignited in this world where anyone can do anything as long as they have mental strength and imagination.

From the end of the horizon to the front of Duke's feet, as long as he looked in the direction of Cenarius, his eyes were filled with blazing flames.

Endless flames for days and days!

Burn your demigod MMP!

Corrupted Cenarius continued to yell, shouting words that even he himself didn't know what the hell they were, but the sea of ​​​​fire quickly caught up with him, burning his four pus-filled horse legs, and ignited his body full of fire. Red crystal clusters on shoulders and antlers.

"Wow! Hoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Pairs of flaming hands appeared one after another, and they rested on Cenarius. Almost every scratch could tear off large chunks of rotten flesh from his body, quickly charring the wounds, but new flaming hands came over again, Continuously roasting the huge Cenarius quickly.

"Wow ah ah -"

It was the charge of death.

Cenarius took just a few steps before losing his balance and falling to the ground.

The guy with four legs who is too big is not good at all. Once his leg is broken, he will stop eating on the spot.

He randomly summoned rotten thorns and other random things in an attempt to attack Duke. It's a pity that he can't do it, and his summons can't do it either.

As a demigod with a strong auxiliary tendency, his biggest feature is his energy consumption. When the enemy's attack exceeds his recovery ability, the defense can ignore his attack method.

Then the title of 'King of Mill' loses its meaning.

Cenarius was still struggling in vain, but his cry made Ysera tremble and made Malfurion, who witnessed the scene not far away, feel sad.

The Archdruid knelt on the ground, looking a little dazedly at Cenarius, who was struggling in the sea of ​​flames and heading for destruction.

The fall and destruction of Cenarius was definitely a huge blow to the Druid sect.

The first time he was killed by Grom with an axe, it can still be said that Cenarius is not a fighting demigod. But this fall will directly affect all the druids of the entire Cenarion Circle...

Malfurion was suddenly filled with confusion and emotion about the unknown future.

He looked at Ysera, who was crying softly on Duke's shoulder, and thought to himself: "I'm afraid that the future of the Druid will fall on the Green Dragon Queen."

The death of the Corrupted Cenarius symbolizes the collapse of the last fulcrum of corruption in the Emerald Nightmare.

Throughout the dream world, large and small vortices suddenly appeared in countless places. These vortices sucked in all corrosive things. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the Emerald Dream was recovering.

Duke sighed.

This is the Emerald Dream, the magical spiritual world left by the Titans, and the natural blueprint of Azeroth. Without the source of corrosion that crosses the line, the Emerald Dream's own recovery power is enough, and no external force is needed to restore it.

Historically, after defeating Xavius, when Elune took away the purified Ysera's soul, the Emerald Dream regained its beauty.

Although this battle was a bit anticlimactic, the key was that Duke immediately cut off the possibility of further expansion of corrosion. When Duke rescued Ysera, it meant that N'zoth could not destroy the entire Emerald Dream from the source as quickly as possible.

This is the key of the key.

"Huh?" Duke suddenly noticed that there was a brilliant orange light on the remains of Cenarius that had turned into charcoal and dissipated in the wind.

He was no stranger to this brilliance, but he didn't expect that with such a good character, he would actually acquire another divine weapon.

As soon as he raised his hand, the mage's hand naturally helped him pick up the things.

[Norgannon's Foresight]: A pair of artifact mage cloth shoes.

"Magic should be regulated, managed, and controlled. It should also be understood and valued, not put on the shelf. You have to understand this contradiction inside and out."

This inscription written in Titan language on the heel sounds quite high-end.

Duke didn't care. At this stage, he already had his own unique understanding of magic. What Duke really values ​​​​is the elemental condensation speed bonus provided by this pair of artifact shoes.

Its additional Titan Rune Array has a spell that gathers arcane elements and other elements at a faster speed. This technique is as if the Alliance army, which is still using diesel as fuel, is suddenly upgraded to the level of using small nuclear power.

The magnitude of the improvement is obvious.

Sure enough, the artifact thief who is related to the Pantheon Titan is awesome!

Almost the moment he got the artifact shoes, Duke subconsciously wanted to take a sip of the beauty in his arms.

Duke hit the brakes this time.

There is no way, Malfurion's light bulb is still watching.

"Go back." Duke said.

Although Ysera was weak, she said with great determination: "Go back? Where to go back? This is my duty, the Emerald Dream that I swear to protect with my soul and life!"

"You should at least recover from your injuries."

"I……"

Duke interrupted her: "You have severed ties with the Emerald Dream. And do you think N'zoth has really left without leaving any traces in the Emerald Dream? Don't be naive, he was still the same when you were at your best. You can invade here. You are so weak now, as long as I leave with my front foot, your back foot will fall. This time the Emerald Dream is really going to end."