Chapter 705 The Third Fallen Chief

It has never been an easy task to open a stable portal in a complex place filled with various spatial gaps.

The Dark Portal has done it, with its invincible and invincible power.

Amidst the strange spatial sound like broken glass, the empty scene was divided into countless pieces, constantly churning.

Mortals who cannot peep into the mysteries of space, even their vision is completely confused at this moment. Gavin Ladd, for example, saw one of his hands growing on his thigh.

Everyone was taken aback, except Duke.

"Stand down!" Duke shouted softly, making everyone find their backbone again.

Can the invincibility effect caused by holy light resist space turbulence?

Do not make jokes.

[Holy Shield Technique] can block space debris damage, so it is not called [Holy Shield Technique], but [Cosmic Invincibility Technique].

A pair of mage hands pulled the shoulder armors of the two paladins back. The two masters, who immediately understood, immediately used their strength and kicked their legs at the same time, directly dodging the space fragments that were just a hair away.

"Hahaha!" Ner'zhul laughed wildly while coughing blood.

How could he not have any backup plan if he was as afraid of death as he was?

The Dark Portal is his back-up plan.

That's right, the Dark Portal itself is a dead thing and has no will of its own. However, when Ner'zhul attached the soul fragments he collected when killing enemies to the Dark Portal, he could still control the Dark Portal to perform the same "summoning ritual" as a warlock, even though he was thousands of miles away. action.

The only thing Ner'zhul miscalculated was Duke's attack power and his inability to summon demons.

Ner'zhul laughed wildly, but the heart that survived the disaster was chilling: The powerful men of the Alliance are indeed not something the Horde can deal with...

At this moment, Ner'zhul's body had begun to become illusory, and it seemed that in three seconds, he would be able to complete the teleportation.

At this time, the [Flash] light suddenly lit up in front of Ner'zhul.

Replacing the two paladins who flew back was Duke's figure wearing a blue and white mage robe.

If Duke is still like a mage now, then Duke must be a melee mage.

Under the scanning of the system elf, he saw every piece of space debris swirling in the void. Then, he suddenly stabbed forward like a spear, stabbing out the [Tita Hark* Steps of Time] in his hand. ]!

The forked black warhead, which was shaped a bit like a trident, penetrated Ner'zhul's already illusory abdomen without any hindrance, and then—fire!

Originally, it was impossible for the hundreds of arcane missiles pouring out of Duke's staff to hit Ner'zhul, because strictly speaking, Ner'zhul's body had begun to disappear from this dimension.

It would be impossible to replace any other mage.

Not Antonidas.

Not Anastrian.

Perhaps Medivh could do it in the past, but unfortunately Medivh has become a dust of history, at least for the time being.

Ner'zhul was unlucky. What he encountered was an even weirder Duke.

Duke does not have the destructive power to destroy heaven and earth, nor does he have ultra-high, pure and supreme magic power, but in terms of chakra control and precision, Duke is definitely the best in the world.

The Dark Portal is just a dead object. It will only instinctively follow the instructions from the soul fragments and teleport the creatures in the designated space dimension.

The basis of teleportation is to determine the coordinates of the starting point and destination. If any of them are messed up, it will probably be teleported to the void or a space crack.

Duke couldn't stop the transmission of such a high-level divine object like the Dark Portal, but that didn't mean Duke was helpless. What he did was to control Karazhan and slightly change the labels of the surrounding space coordinates.

Yes, if you want to pass 10086, then I will give you 9527, then you will definitely get into trouble.

To completely teleport a person, it seems like it takes an instant. In fact, the entire human body must be scanned at least hundreds of times every second. Otherwise, if there are any errors, even if the teleportation is successful, what will be transmitted will definitely be a puddle of meat paste.

It is this process that Duke destroyed.

It looks like an arcane missile attack, but in fact each shot contains a chaotic spatial coordinate. He is interfering with the judgment of the Dark Portal.

"Ah! What did you do!? No! No! No -" Ner'zhul screamed, but unfortunately he could not stop the Dark Portal from stopping the teleportation process for the sake of his safety.

As everyone watched in surprise, the turbulence in the space stopped, and Ner'zhul's body quickly became solid from an illusory state.

"No, no, no! Dark Portal, you idiot! Send me away quickly!" Ner'zhul still called the Dark Portal through the soul fragments.

However, in a place like Karazhan where space is unstable, teleportation is not so easy.

According to the information fed back by the system, it seems that at the Dark Portal in Draenor, the warlocks left behind by Ner'zhul are hurriedly launching a second [Summoning Ritual] in an attempt to bring Ner'zhul back. However, as Duke manipulated Karazhan to repeatedly change the spatial coordinates, Ner'zhul could only struggle in vain on the cold floor like a fish out of water.

Now, due to the collapse of their master's will, the two huge nightmare creatures that Ner'zhul summoned have been taken care of by the Virgin Saint and the Curator.

People also began to gather around to watch how Duke would deal with the third chief of the tribe.

Duke snapped his fingers, and an illusory mirror image appeared next to everyone. It was a magical message.

The Alliance bosses who had been nervously waiting for the outcome of the decisive battle in Karazhan in Nethergarde Keep, Redridge Fortress, Dalaran, the Royal City of Lordaeron, and in the royal palaces of various kings, when they saw him twitching on the ground like a dying old dog When Ner'zhul struggled, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hahaha! Win! I knew Duke could do it!" Anduin Lothar was the first to raise his fists high.

"Well done Duke!" King Ryan jumped up in the Redridge Mountains.

"Damn it, my old face!" In Dalaran, Antonidas touched his red face.

"Duke again..." In Lordaeron, Terenas had mixed emotions.

The reactions of the kings of various countries were slightly different. However, at the Watch Castle, the front line of the fight against the tribe, the entire alliance army suddenly burst into thunderous cheers!

"Long live Saint *Duke* Marcus!"

"Hahahaha! Another great chief!"

"I knew Lord Marcus would not let us down!"

Duke has become a sacred name and is once again being praised by countless soldiers.

Fighting against the tribe again, no matter how brave the soldier is, he can't help but feel uneasy in his heart. However, during the confrontation between the enemy and ourselves, news suddenly came that Duke had defeated the tribal chief. This news undoubtedly strengthened every alliance warrior's confidence that the alliance would win.