Chapter 947 Please Touch the Corpse

It would be a shame to push yourself to open up a new land and not show off even after getting the first kill.

Of course, Duke can claim that it is to set confidence and an example for everyone in the upcoming battle of Archimonde.

Anyway, that's it. When the two demon lords collided and their shoulder armors were entangled together, Duke stood with his left leg on Kazak's shoulder, stepped on Kazroga's shoulder armor with his right foot, and posed A very stylish look.

And the unknown holy sword in his hand posed a great threat to the two demon lords.

Nothing in the entire universe excites demons more than a holy sword filled with righteous energy. Strictly speaking, Duke's holy sword is the small [Quel'Zalam]. It is a top-quality item from the Pantheon!

Without hesitation, Kazak and Kazloga simultaneously defined Duke who was close to their vital points as the most dangerous existence, and slapped their three-fingered giant claws at Duke in no particular order.

Who knows...

Just before two violent palms almost hit Duke, Duke smiled evilly: "Sorry, I lied to you."

After that, he ran away in an extremely irresponsible manner.

It was really a flash, a [flash] ran away again.

When the two great demons are in such a mess, every move may lead to a fatal flaw. Grom, who had been watching eagerly for a long time, jumped up high on the spot, preparing for another shocking jump slash.

As a result, Mr. Hou failed to grab the head.

He received a [Void Arrow] from Kazzak in mid-air. In addition to the shadow damage, the most annoying thing about this thing is its special deceleration effect with spatial characteristics.

After his jump slash, which was originally as fast as lightning, was forcibly slowed down by half, Ye Hou was in tragedy and became a target slowly floating in mid-air.

Such a good human punching bag, who would you beat if not me?

Kazak was so stunned that he took out his other hand and threw it at Grom, even if he lost his center of gravity.

"Pop!" Like a fly being swatted away, poor Mr. Hou was knocked hundreds of meters away.

If Turalyon hadn't kindly given him a 0.2-second heroic-level [Holy Flash] when he was passing by in mid-air at high speed, which compressed the casting time to the limit, maybe his old man's body and bones wouldn't have been able to bear it, and he might have had to Kneel down.

At this moment, Duke appeared on Kazak's chest again.

When Duke unintentionally and unkindly sold his teammate Grom who was trying to steal someone's head, he also defrauded Kazak and Kazloga of all their skills.

At this moment, the two of them were completely idle.

Duke's eyes sharpened, he sneered, and said silently in his heart: In the name of [Ocean Ice Queen], you must be mentally retarded——

The powerful [Slowdown Technique] was directly applied to the weaker Kazluoga. Even though he was a demon lord, he was also hit by the spell cast by Archmage Xiri, with a yellow background. The movements of the huge demon's body were more than half astonishingly slow.

On the other hand, looking at Kazak's ugly face that he had seen more than once, Duke couldn't help but think of the time this guy sneaked into Karazhan and almost demolished Du's hometown.

"Hmph! If you don't take the road to heaven, how can you break in through hell? I couldn't kill you last time, but you actually came to me to kill yourself this time? Tell me, are you a sword peddler? Are you a bitch?"

Duke's entire right arm seemed to be fused with the unknown holy sword, turning into a dazzling golden stream of light, which already spanned several meters of space with a single hand.

Demon Lord Kazzak tried his best to tilt his neck back, trying to avoid the sword. The space seemed to be strangely dislocated, and his efforts resulted in an extremely strange tilt angle of his head...

Kazak was horrified to find that the back of his head actually touched the back of his neck!

Only bystanders could clearly see that when he leaned back with all his strength, a golden horizontal line appeared at the connection between its head and neck.

The thin golden line continued to extend backwards.

A slight shock wave swayed in the air. Only the strong with excellent eyesight could see it. A long and narrow golden light blade swept through the airspace at that moment and passed through the thick Kazak. It took at least two people to hug the neck, and finally fell to the ground, cutting out a neat horizontal line.

Time seemed to be frozen at that moment.

Clearly witnessing all this, the terrifying power of Kexi's [Deceleration Technique] made it take at least three seconds for the demon lord Kazluoga to have a horrified expression on his face.

Duke made a gorgeous reverse stab with great ease.

It wasn't until the slender golden sword penetrated Kazloga's eyebrows without any obstacles that time returned to normal.

The only thing he could do was to scream the last time in his life: "No--"

Under the gaze of thousands of soldiers, and under the focus of the three powerful night elves of the Alliance tribe, Duke, who looked upright and awe-inspiring, succeeded in snatching the head.

Looking at Grom Hellscream getting up miserably in the distance, Duke smiled maliciously: Sorry! When it comes to grabbing heads, although you are a grandfather, I am an ancestor-level swordsman!

In mid-air, Duke, who had applied the [Slow Fall Technique] to himself, slowly descended as lightly as a feather rippling in the wind.

In the opposite background, the huge mountain-like bodies of two demon lords collapsed, splashing dust all over the sky.

This victory seemed to come too lightly, and instead gave the powerful players an unreal feeling.

Think about it, a large group of people worked hard to kill these two demons twice each. The results of it? Brother Xinchun was resurrected with full blood.

Who can guarantee that the two demons will not be resurrected together this time?

At this moment, almost every strong man has the same question in his mind:

Are they dead?

Where's the cocoon? No! ?

So...we have won?

We really won! ?

Duke smiled and gave an affirmative answer: "Yes! We won!"

Feng Qingyun's faint smile, the method of forcefully blowing away ashes while talking and laughing.

The tactics, which seemed to have not changed much, succeeded in easily killing the invincible enemy in everyone's mind.

What kind of wisdom is this? What kind of calmness?

Every strong person’s heart is shocked.

Very strangely, everyone suddenly wanted to see the two terrifying demons jump up and shout three times, "Let's fight for another three hundred rounds" or something like that.

However, this is not possible.

The two huge corpses just lay there quietly, becoming another backdrop for Duke's undefeated myth.

At this time, Duke waved to Tyrande: "Come on, come on, please touch the corpse, oh, and count the loot."

Tyrande was in a daze: "Me?"