Chapter 817 Do You Agree or Not?

Antonidas's last expression was fixed on a peaceful smile.

As a lich, even smiling is a scary feeling, but he is indeed smiling knowingly.

The sounds that came out of his dry throat were all meaningless sounds. He stretched out his dry hands as if he wanted to grab something. Was it his lost youth? Or the glory of being a human being?

This may become an eternal mystery.

The soul decomposed, and the power that drove the decayed body finally disappeared. The sea breeze rose, and the body of the once famous mage leader was like a sand castle blown away by the wind, turning into gravel and dissipating in the wind.

Duke looked at the gold coin floating in his hand, a little dazed.

This can be regarded as a gift of integrity left to him by Archbishop Alonsos Faol.

In Dalaran a long time ago, a missionary from Lordaeron threw a copper coin into the fountain pool and made a wish: "I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to the common people and teach them. The Meaning of the Three Virtues.”

After Alonsus passed away, the condensed product of the divine will passed down to Duke was the soul gold coin in Duke's hand.

After getting Duke's permission, it was integrated into Duke's soul, and nourished by the truth, goodness, beauty and all righteous will around Duke. To this day, this soul gold coin has become sparkling and full of divine aura.

Duke did not notice the eyes of the priests looking at him among the 200,000-strong army.

Not to mention an ignorant girl like Sally Whitemane who had just touched the path of the Holy Light, even a bishop-level figure like Benedictus showed a look of yearning.

Duke seemed to finally realize the blazing gazes of everyone, and he laughed at himself: "Well, is it possible that if I can't survive on the path of Master in the future, I can still go to the church to give advice to the girl pastors?"

Just when everything seemed to come to an end, the will of the Lich King Ner'zhul gathered into a huge ice-blue skull in mid-air.

It was a terrifying virtual image with a diameter of more than a hundred meters, exuding an evil black aura and a terrifying aura that caused the temperature to drop suddenly.

Involuntarily, every creature who witnessed this scene felt as if a big stone had been pressed on their heart, and they felt as if they could not breathe.

Oh my God! They have already killed a Xiri-level great lich.

Why do the Scourge still have so many terrifying existences?

Ner'zhul screamed with all his strength and spread in all directions: "Duke Marcus - and you humble humans and elves, do you think this is victory? Do you think I will let you go like this? ? No! This is just the beginning! Death will eventually cover every inch of the world of Azeroth..."

Duke stopped and didn't look back: "Ner'zhul, you've had enough! The last time you came to Karazhan, you were blown away by Kil'jaeden with only one soul left. Haven't you suffered enough? The Deceiver Ji Do you believe what El'jaedan says? If any commander of the Burning Legion succeeds in coming to Azeroth, then you will be worthless and no longer as good as a ghoul."

Duke's words are not so much a spoiler as they are a nail in Ner'zhul's heart.

From the beginning to the end, Ner'zhul was unwilling to work for Kil'jaeden. In the original history, Ner'zhul took the opportunity to escape again. What Duke is doing now is just a pretense of deduction based on Kil'jaeden's character.

Ner'zhul was immediately choked to death.

"you you you……"

If there were Kil'jaeden scoundrels like the dreadlords watching nearby, maybe Ner'zhul would pretend to yell, 'Long live the Burning Legion! ’, to show your loyalty.

But Ner'zhul was afraid of death, and his self-esteem was still very strong. After all, he had become a warchief, and now he has proclaimed himself the noble evil demon king.

In front of so many people, Ner'zhul would never admit that he was Kil'jaeden's dog.

After choking for three seconds, Ner'zhul finally roared: "Duke! You think you are in control of the situation, you are wrong! I tell you, you will definitely be the loser this time! You will never think that my perfect What is the plan! Even if you have the ability to stop Arthas now, my plan to destroy Azeroth will still not have any impact!"

"Regardless of humans, dwarves, elves, or any other race, your only fate is to become my slaves after death, and the land you cherish will become a rotten land worse than Draenor - hahahaha! Hahahahahaha!”

Duke bared his teeth:

think? Master, do I still need to think about it?

I already know what you are going to do...

Ner'zhul, have you had enough of your nonsense? If enough is enough, get out! I used to think you were a loser who only knows how to fart, but now you are reduced to a dog who only knows how to fart! Are you embarrassed?

That’s right!

The Burning Legion's arrival on Azeroth again and again is almost unstoppable. If you can handle it this time, you can't avoid it next time.

In this case, Duke, who is still a time traveler at heart, is thinking about how to make the alliance grow faster and how to strengthen himself.

In addition to saving the high elves, the next most important thing is of course the night elves joining the alliance. Elves are all super conservative, not to mention the night elves who are rampant in Druidism. If the demons don't come to the door, will the night elves come out and ask for help?

Archimonde's arrival is certainly a tragedy.

But keeping the World Tree will do no good to Mr. Du and the alliance at all!

So Duke has made up his mind to decisively let the alliance play a role before Archimonde kills the World Tree.

Of course, there is a large group of middle forces in the future alliance headed by Sylvanas behind them - the high elves - who are watching. As the leader of the alliance, Duke still has to put on a show no matter what.

At this moment, Duke's moral integrity possessed him.

At this second, Duke's body glowed with golden light.

At this moment, Duke lied openly and openly!

Duke, who was surrounded by jade trees in the wind, raised his head and looked up at the skeleton in the air. In his raised right hand, the sacred gold coin turned into a holy sword again.

snort!

The 40-meter long sword, oh, it’s a super holy sword. Are you afraid of it? ?

Duke's words were righteous and full of arrogance.

"Haha! You underestimate the intelligent races of Azeroth. Do you think you can subvert the entire Azeroth with your inferior conspiracy? Ner'zhul, do you want to destroy this world? Have you asked us? ?”

As he spoke, Duke turned around, looked into those scorching eyes, and then shouted at the alliance soldiers: "Human soldiers, this abominable demon in front of us said that he wants to kill us all and turn us into this." Bastard slaves, do you agree?"