Chapter 809 New Move?

The cold wind blew the black snowflakes, and the rich power of darkness fell from the sky, colliding with the golden sand containing fiery magic on the earth in mid-air.

In the sky, the scattered black clouds were quickly gathering again.

The undead canopy once existed to isolate the sun's rays and block the influence of climate on the Scourge. After all, a hot sun would accelerate the decay of corpses and reduce the combat effectiveness of ghouls and other undead creatures.

Now, for one reason only, the Lich King gathers his power——

"Great Lord Ner'zhul, now, your great enemy Duke Marcus controls part of the power of the Sunwell. I, with my humble strength, am no match for him! Please temporarily grant me the power to destroy your enemy. .”

In Ner'zhul's heart, Arthas, who had the most perfect qualifications and whose soul had fallen into the deepest hell, was his most ideal spokesperson and the carrier of his future body. Throughout the Scourge, Ner'zhul was dedicated to cultivating Arthas' authority.

Logically speaking, this kind of behavior of crossing Alsace and directly praying to him for strength is not allowed.

When he heard Duke's name, it deeply hurt his heart and evoked the memories deep in his soul that he least wanted to recall.

If Duke hadn't stopped him, maybe he would have succeeded when he opened the Dark Door for the second time. He would be able to escape in advance to a place beyond Kil'jaeden's perception.

Maybe it's a corner of the universe, or a planet in a bad situation.

No matter which one it is, it is much better than now!

After all, Kil'jaeden is not an omniscient and omnipotent god. If he had taken a step earlier... maybe... he wouldn't have become this embarrassing state. After being tortured, even his soul was locked in a skeleton made of ice with extreme pain. Inside, he became the puppet of the Burning Legion.

Ner'zhul is so hateful!

He changed his mind.

In front of the coalition forces that had joined the high elves, undead creatures fell in large swaths. They were like mummies whose blood had been sucked dry by vampires. After thousands of years of sun, rain, weathering and erosion, they were carbonized and dissipated in the wind...

Mograine, Sylvanas and others were stunned, and they suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Undead creatures will not seek death. Their own 'death' can only prove one thing: their master wants them to be destroyed.

This is not a price that can be paid easily even for the Scourge Legion, which has no capital to fight for its troops.

Ner'zhul did just that.

What he got in exchange was the terrifying figure with a surge of momentum in mid-air.

A quarter of an hour ago, Antonidas' attack was unable to make any progress.

The next second, the magic power around Antonidas increased exponentially.

That is the power of darkness squeezed from hundreds of thousands of undead creatures and undead.

This terrifying power was so concentrated that it actually dyed the sky with a diameter of more than ten kilometers centered on the great lich into inky black. At first glance, it was just an extremely huge mass of black mud that was rolling freely.

Humans, elves, dwarves... everyone who witnessed this scene showed fear on their faces.

The air calmed down, leaving only the sound of mortals trying to suppress the air-conditioning.

Is this still an enemy that mortals can fight against?

Suddenly, Sylvanas raised her reins, and the chocobo beneath her neighed loudly.

"What are you going to do?" Mograine asked immediately.

"Attack!" Sylvanas replied proudly.

"Wait! Duke called us..."

"Yes! He is the commander-in-chief! But he is fighting against Antonidas, not Alsace! The Sunwell is being threatened. And we...it is precisely because we refuse to wait to die! That is why we are here!"

Mograine and Abbendis were speechless for a moment, but then they were relieved.

Duke’s ‘old habit’ has happened again!

As a commander, he was almost perfectly picky. But in the league, there is a saying that Duke always likes to take the minimum cost as the premise, and then strive for the greatest victory under this premise.

A leader who cherishes his subordinates will certainly be loved by his subordinates.

Many times, victory cannot be achieved simply by cherishing your subordinates.

It was a terrifying opponent that destroyed the two major kingdoms of the Alliance and swept over half of the continent.

That is an opponent that can never be destroyed simply by attrition.

Mograine and Abbendis looked at each other and smiled, and then Mograine raised the huge [Ashbringer] high in his hand: "Brothers! Why are we here? Isn't it just to defeat the killer? Did you kill our beloved King Terenas, the fallen evil lord Arthas? Those who don’t have the courage to face death, get back to the ship now! The rest - follow me - "

Sylvanas cast an appreciative look at Mograine, and she also raised the bow in her hand: "For our sun, for Quel'dorei——"

With the determination to fight bravely, the 200,000-strong army rolled northward, pursuing Alsace's back with a momentum of no return.

Sensing the movements of the surrounding army, Duke laughed dumbly: "Those guys...but that's fine, only in this way can I be the queen who is deeply loved by me."

Facing a world of Azeroth that is becoming more and more deviated but getting better, Duke is always a bit embarrassed.

No intervention!

He wouldn't be able to bear it if that tragic scene happened again.

Intervene!

It often leads to various unpredictable events, and I am always worried whether those great heroes who were famous in history will become disabled and become useless.

And I am afraid that because of the changes he has experienced, 'he is no longer him', and 'she' is not the same 'her'. When the best thoughts in your heart are different from the reality, you will be at a loss what to do.

Now, with the help of the system's far-sighted function, Duke saw Mograine riding a war horse in order to slay evil spirits, and saw Sylvanas holding a war bow and flying blond hair in order to defend the country. Duke suddenly felt truly A spirit.

What is a hero?

Heroes are abstract and vague.

There is never an exact definition of a hero.

But every time in times of disaster, when a seemingly weak figure stands up for his compatriots and charges against the seemingly invincible enemy without hesitation, their figures will overlap with those of the legendary heroes.

ah! This is indeed an era where heroes emerge in large numbers!

Seeing Antonidas' sudden increase in power and violent attack, feeling the boundless dark magic power that was far superior to the branches of the Sunwell, a smile appeared on Duke's lips.

This smile gave Antonidas a sudden bad feeling.

Could it be that...Duke still has a trump card?

"Hey! Antonidas, do you think I haven't learned any new tricks after staying in the void for ten years?"