Chapter 815 Scales of Life

On the endless snowfield of death, Duke's figure looked so lonely and helpless.

The aura of the alliance commander and the glory of the legendary hero seemed to have completely faded at this moment.

Duke can only rely on himself.

"Duke...Duke Marcus! Are you still struggling in vain? What's the point of your resistance in the face of His Majesty the Lich King's power?" Antonidas's voice echoed throughout the white world, The loud sound made Duke's eardrums hurt.

"Damn it, I'm my younger brother's younger brother, but you, Ner'zhul, have to kneel in front of me. Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?" Duke couldn't help complaining.

The sky suddenly became turbulent, and the clouds were so dense that they almost turned into solid black clouds.

Well, obviously, Antonidas, who transformed himself into heaven and earth, had a dark face.

Although he didn't like looking up, Duke still looked up at the sky. He looked at this world as if he were looking at Antonidas.

Suddenly Duke felt a little pity for this former league veteran.

Duke is not a saint and cannot save everyone from the aggressive dark forces, especially when fate changes drastically.

Compared with the current fallen Antonidas, the original ending in history where he was killed by Arthas and turned into a ghost wandering in the ruins of Dalaran seems to be a little more glorious and great.

"Alas!" Duke sighed.

If Antonidas challenged him to a duel anywhere away from the Sunwell, or not within the realm, he would naturally be tortured like a dog. After Duke lost his life, he might not even be able to escape his soul.

Why did Antonidas drag him into an immature field?

If this is a field that has been truly tempered and refined through continuous improvement, it belongs only to Antonidas' personal field. Who knows, Duke will be the one to kneel this time.

This domain, on the surface, maximizes his ice and snow magic power, and completely excludes all powers except ice, snow and death. In fact, this world is not Antonidas' true home field. This is just a realm woven by the Lich King Ner'zhul through the carrier of Antonidas and based on the Lich King's laws.

"Antonidas!" Duke couldn't help but sigh, his eyes full of pity.

"What!?" The veteran Xiri Archmage was slightly startled, his face full of vigilance.

Then he saw Duke's eyes change, becoming cold and robotic.

He didn't know what it was. If he knew, he would stop Duke immediately.

At this moment, there were many green light spots pouring from top to bottom in Duke's retina. This is naturally data provided by the system elf who has been completely integrated with Duke's soul.

After the system transformation, the entire domain world is no longer what it looks like to the naked eye.

It is a digital world composed of countless 0s and 1s.

In a world that has been completely transformed into binary, every drop of Antonidas' magic flow cannot be hidden from Duke's systematically strengthened eyes.

Duke spoke, and his voice became low and full of regret: "We could have been friends forever, but every time, you regarded my assistance as a transaction. So you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything." I owe you nothing. Just let me end this."

As he spoke, Duke slowly raised his arm and stretched out his palm to grasp the void.

The clenched palms were clearly grasping only the air in front of him. In an inconspicuous void in the distance, there was something showing the same finger prints as Duke's hand.

Antonidas condensed his face in mid-air, and he could clearly see that the old lich almost made his eyes pop out in fear. There was unspeakable horror and panic in his voice: "This... is impossible! How did you know?"

Duke raised his lips slightly: "Actually, you are the one who has no experience. You should never, absolutely should not, you should not use your magic circuit model to build this field. Because you are afraid that you will not be able to withstand Ner'zhul. The dark power that is collected for you from nearby, the first thing you think of is based on the circuit you are most familiar with."

"But you can't..."

Duke raised the fingers of his left hand and shook it proudly: "Have you forgotten? Fourteen years ago, you personally handed me the [Arcane Throne] and [Ice Crown] magic circuit prototypes. Since I followed You are using the same circuit prototype, how could I not have studied it, which part is most easily damaged?"

"Bastard!" Antonidas was furious. He roared angrily, and immediately set off a huge wave of waves, about to drown Duke with absolute dark power.

But time in the entire space suddenly seemed to freeze.

Because the old lich saw Duke take out a round scale, about the size of an egg, emitting red light.

This is the treasure that Duke finally obtained from a certain giant dragon sister after using ninety-nine and eighty-one tricks. Although it was accidentally knocked off by a certain dragon thousands of years ago, and new scales have long since grown, how can the things belonging to the guardian dragon be worthless street stalls?

[Scales of Life]——Dragon scales that contain the high heat of dragon breath and powerful vitality.

In ordinary circumstances, this is just a decent epic item.

But for the Scourge, which focuses on cold and death, this is a one-time super killer weapon that is no less than an artifact.

In this case, the lethality is definitely nuclear bomb level.

And now, he was going to give it to Antonidas as a gift.

"No, that's impossible." Antonidas could hardly believe what he was seeing. Even the city of Lordaeron had not fallen when Duke came back. Could it be that he had foreseen the fall of Arthas and asked Alexstrasza in advance to prepare treasures against the Scourge?

How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

Or is it that the mages of Medivh's lineage all have unparalleled prophecy abilities?

Antonidas couldn't even imagine that Duke was a super badass time traveler!

Antonidas was almost beside himself. The realm is obviously his home field. In this world woven by his power, he should have an absolute advantage. Why is it now that he has sent the phylactery to Duke's hammer and let Duke smash it? Woolen cloth?

However, this is not entirely his world, and he cannot move freely.

With the power of darkness pouring into his soul, he couldn't even pause.

"No -" the big lich screamed.

Duke sighed, shook his head, flicked his fingers, and flicked the dragon scale to a position where thirty-six magic circuits intersected: "It's over - Antonidas."