Chapter 945 Brother, Be Stable (Seventh Update) (6/165)

Chapter 945 Brother, be stable (seventh update) (6165)

Walking from Grom to Alexandros, Duke tapped his golden breastplate with his small fist, making a clear and sweet sound.

Duke just walked away.

Mograine smiled, this was the Duke he knew.

An old comrade of more than ten years, even a word of encouragement is superfluous.

The action just now said everything - no need to say anything, just follow with the weapon.

Mograine's old body, which was nearly sixty years old, seemed to be suddenly injected with the strongest vitality. He stood up suddenly with such a swift movement that no one could have imagined that this was an old man who was exhausted just a few seconds ago. .

Veterans never die.

He showed by his actions that he was not yet at the level of a veteran.

I, Alexandros Mograine, can fight for another ten years!

Sal stood up and hit his chest with a single fist, making a loud "bang" sound.

Kael'thas stood up, his face, free from the shackles of fate, full of hope for the future.

Cairn Bloodhoof stood up, and he wanted to tell the world through his actions the bravery of the tauren tribe.

Brian took a deep breath from his cigar, then threw the half-length cigar on the ground, stepped on it a few times, and picked up his newly acquired musket with a "click!"

At this time, a roar came from behind Duke.

Unexpectedly, it was Tyrande Whisperwind riding a tiger and arriving with her sentries.

She was surprised by the scene before her. Originally, she heard that the Alliance and the Horde were in desperate straits against the Burning Legion, so she hurriedly led people down the mountain and tried her best to maintain the situation. Because Malfurion still needs at least half a day.

Who knew that when we came down, we would see such a scene.

Staring at the faces of the strong men, every face was filled with confidence again, and there was a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, which was not something that a group of defeated generals could have.

Tyrande also smiled: "Did I miss something?"

Duke also had a smile on his charming lips: "No! You came just in time. The show is about to begin."

If the heavy responsibility of saving the world were to be placed on the shoulders of an ordinary person, he would probably be either driven crazy or a superman with a huge heart.

Deep down, Duke never thought of himself as Superman.

"I am just a leader who is best at leading a team copy. As long as I lead a team, even if I lead a team with my life as a bet, I will be invincible." A certain time traveler told himself.

Just listen to me and we will definitely win!

Duke didn't say it out loud, but the expression of victory on his face was so clear that it infected every strong man in the alliance or tribe, making every strong man involuntarily choose to believe in him.

Not far away, a giant blood-red cocoon like a hill began to tremble.

That indicates that the two demon lords are about to revive.

A moment ago, every hero's heart was filled with worry and fear. They were not afraid of death, but were afraid of being tortured to death in an unknown way.

Moments later, with Duke's appearance, the atmosphere completely changed.

Now every strong man pricked up his ears and listened to Duke's orders.

Duke snapped his fingers, and a huge blue arrow phantom, three people tall, pointed to the open space a hundred meters to the left. Then, surrounding the arrow, was an illusory aperture with a blue border. He opened his mouth and said in orc language: "Chief Bloodhoof, Please pull Kazak over here later and try not to let him leave this area."

"Understood." Kane replied gruffly as he slammed the huge totem pole to the ground.

With another snap of his fingers, Duke pointed to the right: "Alexandros, bring Kazloga over here."

"Okay!" The [Ashbringer] in Mograine's hand suddenly began to glow with golden light.

As Duke issued instructions one by one, each strong person understood their responsibilities.

These heroes that players were familiar with before the time travel are no longer the kind of great beings who can only be worshiped. At this moment, they are just members of Duke.

bring it on!

Believing in Duke does not necessarily lead to eternal life.

But there is no need to say anything about pushing the boss to make a fortune. I can only describe it in one sentence——

Brother, be steady!

The huge bloody cocoons were finally peeled away from the two demon lords, and the heads with huge horns had just come to light. They originally had joking expressions on their faces, wanting to see how painful the last struggle of these mortals was. Desperate look.

The result is a group of heroes with completely different mental outlooks.

Before Kazak could figure out what was happening, Kane had already let out a shocking roar. Kane charged directly with a body that was extremely huge for a mortal. After the huge body weighing nearly two tons entered the charging state, it was difficult for even the demon lord to hold it.

Kazak took a half step back with his right leg and turned into a lunge. He was able to withstand Kane's charge and used his arms to hold the totem pole that suddenly fell down. Thinking that Lao Niu's offensive would end there, who knew that Kane, who was unable to cause further substantial damage to Kazzak, rushed forward and pressed his own horns against Kazzak's demon horns.

Then "Bah!" Kazak spat at him, and before Kazak's counterattack came, he rolled out with an ugly but practical roll, avoiding Kazak's counterattack.

Kane thumped his broad chest and roared again.

This posture requires no translation at all.

He was clearly saying——

come!

Come here!

Devil cub!

Let us hurt each other!

Lao Niu's vivid body language and sarcasm, and his performance that transcended racial and language boundaries, opened the eyes of the strong men of the three factions.

On the other hand, Mograine is simple and looks much more serious.

The power of [Ashbringer] was condensed into a line by him, which easily spanned a distance of nearly a hundred meters and struck Kazloga!

He was seducing this great demon.

After fighting so many games, everyone knows that the most sinister thing about Kazloga is his [Mark of Kazloga]. This irreversible evil curse can periodically absorb mana from all heroes within the attack range, and it will continue to 5 seconds.

Whoever doesn't have enough mana will directly detonate that unlucky guy's magic circuit.

Because of the information obtained, no one has been actually detonated so far.

But this thing is disgusting!

At least the paladins and mages in the main force of the coalition rely on mana for their livelihood.

That's why everyone is so tired.

That is a double overdraft of spirit and body.

One hundred meters is the maximum range of this evil mark.

If Khazloga leaves Mograine alone, Mograine doesn't mind being a ranged attacker and hacking it until it dies. If Khazloga went after Mograine, he would be playing into his heart.

Sure enough, this big demon was tricked.