Stormwind Wizard God Chapter 790: Archimonde

Thrall left too.

Just as Duke was about to flash away, Jaina grabbed Duke’s hand. There was a tremor on her soft palm, and a faint trace of moisture, which was sweat.

"Duke, will we win? Can a mortal really win against an opponent like this? Will I ever succeed in my revenge?"

Facing such an enemy, unless you are a madman, it is inevitable that you will feel fear in your heart.

Gazing at Jaina’s beautiful eyes that looked like glass, Duke smiled.

"Yes! I definitely will! And today!"

Duke was so confident and his words were so passionate that that almost unreasonable confidence filled Jaina’s entire heart in an instant.

Hundreds of ters away, Sylvanas, holding a bow and arrow, suddenly saw that the two figures standing beside her suddenly overlapped, and then separated in an instant. Sylvanas spat fiercely.

"You bastard! If I survive today, I will definitely punish you!"

The deafening sound of footsteps was approaching.

Closer!

The closer you get, the more terrifying the earth-shaking shock becos.

The mortal armies all retreated. If Archimonde summoned ordinary demons to join the battle, they would naturally attack again.

If there was only Archimonde, then this would be a pure stage that only belongs to the strong.

Finally, Archimonde’s huge body, which was so huge that people had to look up to it, finally appeared on the top of Mount Hyjal, on the stage chosen by the three factions.

In front of a boss that is fifty stories high, mortals are as small as a group of ants.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! I thought those so-called warriors who were fighting the Burning Legion with all their might were all scared away. How co, of your so-called army of hundreds of thousands, only these few people are left? Hahaha!" Archimonde’s wild laughter echoed throughout the entire mountaintop which was shaped like a small basin.

Although he was speaking Eredun, the aning of Archimonde’s words penetrated directly into everyone’s spiritual world.

If a mortal were here, he would probably have a ntal breakdown and die suddenly.

Tyrande, wearing bright silver-white armor and riding a white tiger, stood out from the crowd and shouted in a clear and sonorous voice: "Archimonde! We will destroy you here and today!"

"Huh?" A playful expression appeared on Archimonde’s face, which was as huge as a small hill. He stretched out a huge finger and hooked it: "If you have any tricks, use them. I’ll take over!"

Beside him, Malfurion shouted, "Accept justice! Archimonde the Defiler—"

The next mont, Archimonde was suddenly surrounded.

In a green mist that appeared out of nowhere, four towering figures almost as big as Archimonde suddenly appeared.

When I looked closely, I found that these four huge mountain-like figures were: the Ancient Tree, the Ancient Tree of War, the Ancient Tree of Wisdom, and the Ancient Tree of Wind.

Treen - As a special race that coexists with the night elves, they have always had a special and lofty status in the world of night elves.

Before this, Malfurion kept saying that he would definitely be able to weaken Archimonde, and now Duke finally understood how he would do it.

That is the power of the Erald Dream!

Summon those ancient trees that have passed away for many years in reality and have lived eternally in the Erald Dream, and use the power of the dream to suppress Archimonde to the maximum extent!

Obviously, Malfurion and the treants succeeded.

"Ahhh——" Countless green spots of different sizes erged from the illusion and directly invaded Archimonde’s body.

In the field of vision, Archimonde, who seed to be so huge that he was almost boundless, was shrinking rapidly. The scene was extrely strange, just like an iceberg lting by 70% or 80% in a few seconds.

It took a while for Archimonde’s body shape to finally stabilize.

The four ancient tree phantoms seed to be trying hard to suppress Archimonde’s power, but no matter how they waved their arms to mobilize the power from the Erald Dream, Archimonde’s height was still fixed at fifteen ters.

Although the fifth floor is still very high, at least it is within the field of vision and you can see everything. It is completely different from the feeling of being on the fiftieth floor where you can hardly see the top when you look up.

"Huff—Huff—Huff—" Archimonde gasped for chaotic and turbid air. There was no trace of panic on his face. Instead, he had an expression that was eager to try.

As the vanguard of the Burning Legion and the self-proclaid God of War, Archimonde is never afraid of enemy traps. All he cares about is whether his opponent is strong enough or can bring him greater pleasure in killing and destroying.

He was not surprised but delighted that the ants of Azeroth could weaken him to this extent.

"Haha! Ants, do you think you can defeat by weakening ? Not enough - not enough yet! Do you have any more surprises for ?" The tentacle-like whiskers on Ak’s chin were twisting flexibly, causing the beauty-loving female heroes to frown.

Malfurion approached Duke. "Really? That’s it? Just weaken his defenses and reduce his size..."

In Malfurion’s mind, the original intention was to weaken Archimonde’s attack power, or to use 100% of his strength to weaken him in all aspects, instead of using 20% ​​to reduce Archimonde’s size and 80% to reduce his defense.

"No! That’s good! If we don’t reduce the defense, we won’t be able to defeat him!" Duke will always rember how thick-skinned and tough Archimonde was when he descended. The attack of the Sun-class Mage Tower was unable to break through the defense.

Taking into account Ak’s terrifying vitality, even if the elite troops of the three factions died a hundred tis, it would not be enough.

Only lower the defense, not the offense. Even if this is a crazy act like walking on a tightrope, at least there is still a hope.

Without further ado, at this mont, the war that determines the fate of the world has begun!

"Cairne!" Duke gave an order.

Among the crowd, the Tauren Chieftain, who was the most burly, stood out.

No one would have thought that there would be such a wonderful irony in this world——

Cairne’s rough face was filled with a rich expression, full of disdain. He despised the leader of the Burning Legion, but he also made exaggerated moves, pointing his thick fingers at Archimonde, and then at a pile of Night Saber leopard feces on the ground.

There is a dung beetle on the poop, making it into a ball...

The old tauren just stepped on it with one hoof.

With a "pop!" sound, the poor dung beetle was crushed into a ball along with the poop.

Duke couldn’t understand the way the old codger mocked him.

Is this the real body of Archimonde?

Well, whatever the hell this is?

Anyway, Archimonde was furious. He roared and killed the old bull that raised the universal interstellar gesture to him, um, retracted the left and right fingers, leaving only the middle finger.

As a mage, whether before or after the ti travel, Duke didn’t quite understand how the warrior’s taunt skill worked.

Could it be that when you see sothing strange, you go up and shout "Grandson!", and then the monster gets angry?

The head of state was angry?

Even a guy like Archimonde would get angry?

Archimonde really ran to find Old tauren. Actually, Cairne was still very young at that ti... Why did Duke like to call Cairne Old tauren when he saw that he had a lot of beard?

Well, never mind, the effect is surprisingly good anyway.

Archimonde raised his fist high. Even though he just yelled, Duke felt that the old man was saying, "If I punch you, you might die!"?

That punch was as terrifying as an excavator being thrown at him. Duke, with his small body, would definitely not dare to take it.

Then Cairne was punched so hard that he vomited blood.

The huge totem pole is not only a super heavy weapon for beating people, but also a defensive artifact. Who said that Cairne’s totem pole has a diater thicker than the main beams of many human houses?

The old tauren took a horse stance and held up a totem pole to take Archimonde’s punch, but the result was that the old tauren dug two three-ter-long pits in the ground and finally spat out a little blood.

This was definitely beyond Duke’s imagination.

However, this also proves that there is a chance!

Cairne was clearly slightly injured after receiving Archimonde’s punch. His neck was red, and he slamd his chest with his free left fist, shouting, "Co again!"

Co again?

"As you wish!" This ti, Archimonde took a deep breath, pulled his long right arm back, and then threw a punch as fast as thunder.

This punch was absolutely powerful just in terms of montum. Even though Cairne had boasted beforehand that he could definitely withstand it, Duke felt that it was like using a pile driver to loosen up beef - the beef head hamred with a small hamr would be softer and chewier.

Fortunately, Brother Niu is not just a warrior!

A roar of "Hea" seed to declare to the world how fierce the minotaur born in the embrace of Mother Earth was.

The tauren’s hooves that suddenly stepped on the ground produced a strange change of color, a trance-like feeling that the tauren and the surrounding earth were solidified and completely connected as one.

Duke’s feeling was not wrong!

Archimonde’s even more powerful punch did not beat the old tauren into a paste, but instead caused the ground within a radius of more than 300 ters to sink in an extrely orderly manner.

Although it was only a one-centiter geological subsidence that was imperceptible to mortals, the system AI still notified Duke imdiately.

Duke couldn’t help but give a thumbs up to Mograine in his heart.

Of course, real-life battles are not as mindless as in gas, where the boss only beats up the guy with the strongest defense. In group attacks, Duke prefers to call this the attention diversion thod.

The second one to rush forward was Mograine. The Ashbringer, which was as big as a door panel, chopped down directly without any fancy moves. The long light, as bright as falling stars, completely sank into Archimonde’s calf. Even with Archimonde’s thick skin and flesh, he felt a pain.

Who is this guy?

With this little doubt in mind, Archimonde bent down and swept the ground with his strong forearm, which was nearly four ters long.

"Crackle--" accompanied by a deafening sound, the thick earth was blown away by the extraordinary strength of the demon commander, as if a large piece of ice cream was scooped out by a spoon. A large piece of mud that was big enough to be a single room was blown away.

The aftermath of the powerful impact swept across, flattening an entire road not far away that was paved with cobblestones by night elf craftsn. The shock wave hit a wooden house of the night elves in the distance, and the whole house seed to make a painful sound at that mont. The ground sank on the spot, and cracks spread rapidly, spreading layer by layer in all directions. In less than a second, the whole house did not even collapse, but exploded directly, and every piece of scattered wood and stone was wrapped in the destructive flas of the power of darkness.

However, Mograine, the main target of this attack, stood still. Under his feet was a cone-shaped island that spread out in a radial manner. What spread out was only the aftermath of Archimonde’s attack, and the huge arm itself was stopped by the huge sword of holy light that was leaning on the ground like a crooked door panel.

Mograine was like a pillar of the mainstream, withstanding the demon commander’s devastating blow.

This was not the end. At the mont when his arm was blocked, Turalyon rushed over. The divine sword Quel’Zaram pierced directly, and the huge divine sword held tightly by Turalyon’s hands directly pierced through Archimonde’s arm, piercing in from the outside. From a small blood hole on the left side, a ray of golden holy light escaped.

For the huge demon commander, this wound is at most like a bulge that appears after a mosquito bite. In fact, the injury inside is far more serious than what is seen on the outside, and it can be considered a minor injury.

"This is impossible!?" Archimonde finally let out a strange cry.

Even though he had drastically compressed his body size in order to descend and had to accept a reduction in strength, in his imagination, there was no mortal in the world of Azeroth who could withstand even one tenth of his strength.

But now, one or half of them would be fine. It was three mortals who repeatedly resisted and hurt him.

Ake felt a kind of anger, the kind of anger that cos from being hurt and stung by the ants he despised.

To him, this was tantamount to being slapped in the face and humiliated.

The next second, soone really slapped him in the face.

For so reason, Orgrim beca addicted to throwing hamrs. Doomhamr This square-headed hamr, which was bigger than a human head, looked like a toy in front of Archimonde. But it was this hamr that drew a beautiful line of fire in the air, and just as Turalyon was stabbing Archimonde, the hamr directly hit Archimonde’s left eyelid.

Originally, with Archimonde’s abnormal defense, it was estimated that he would be directly bounced away if hit, but after using the power of the Erald Dream to weaken his defense, the effect was surprisingly good. It directly hit Archimonde’s eye socket a little swollen, but it was not too serious.

However, injury is injury. Even if it is just a small and insignificant injury, it can easily accumulate and turn into minor injury, serious injury, or even death!

Three heroes injured Archimonde in succession, which imdiately ignited the fire of hope among the heroes.

right!

We can do it!

After being weakened, this great demon is no longer the invincible being that towers over all mortal beings.

He will get hurt too.

Being injured ans he also has a chance to die!

At this ti, Duke shouted: "Let’s go together!"

If given the chance, Duke would not mind finding 24 immortal and infinitely resurrected demigod-level players to defeat Archimonde.

Isn’t it just a painful and ti-consuming process?

If your equipnt is strong enough and your IQ is not low, you can always kill the enemy.

Unfortunately, it seems that Duke is the only one in this world who can be resurrected without changing his race.

In this hell mode copy that can only be played once, all Duke can do is to pull in the strongest helper to defeat the boss.

At first glance, Duke felt an endless sense of pride.

Look!

A large number of powerful n, either heroes or powerful n who were destined to enter the dungeon and beco bosses in history.

Now, they are all my Duke’s little brothers - well, they are not even mbers of the team. The main mbers have to beg their grandparents and pray that nothing bad happens at ho, that they don’t have to open a Taobao store at night, or that they have to feed their children, or that the power in the dormitory goes out at 11 o’clock...

It is not easy to recruit these guys who are famous in history into the group, but once they co in, they will definitely be dedicated and good fighters.

In the original history, this super battle only involved three leaders: Tyrande, Jaina and Thrall. However, it was upgraded by a certain Du into a super-super-super battle involving the gathering of elite forces from the three factions.

It is no exaggeration to say that if any one of the mbers here dies, the fate line, which has already been deviated a lot, will definitely collapse directly.

On the flip side, they are absolutely the best.

The only two flaws are that there are a few less healing professions and a few more warriors.

Including Bishop Benedictus of Stormwind City, who was transferred by Duke at the last minute, there were only three wet nurses in total.

It’s not even a big deal that the blood elf paladin leader Liadrin was forced to be a wet nurse.

For the sake of the overall situation, even Malfurion, the Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle, had to go to "provide support".

Originally, Duke was more worried about the orc heroes. After all, Grom, Thrall, and Brox were all used to head-on battles. Who would have thought that the three orcs all had talents against giant creatures.

Needless to say, the older generation of orcs who road Draenor in the early years, Roar is a Gronn killer. None of the Gronns that are ten or eight ters tall are soft persimmons.

Brooks also cos from a background of hunting big ga.

What Duke could not have expected the most was that Thrall, although he was a little giant of two and a half ters in height, was extrely agile and was proficient in dodging, tumbling, rolling and crawling.

You know, even if Archimonde is reduced in size, he is still five stories high. With just a wave of his hand, a move of his foot, or a Destruction Fire, all the surrounding buildings, big and small, will be broken and collapsed in the attack. Less than a minute after the battle started, the aftermath of the battle had already destroyed half of the night elf town like a bulldozer.

You know, surrounding the World Tree on the top of Mount Hyjal, the night elves have built over a hundred buildings in the basin on the top of the mountain.

What is rare is that even in the face of Archimonde’s crazy offensive that was like the end of the world, and even in the complex terrain where even Duke himself could not stand firm in the shaking of the earth like waves, Thrall and his warriors still attacked Archimonde nimbly and steadily.

Either cut off his toes, or chop off his sinking arms or torso.

Every ti the giant axe flew or the flaming hamr smashed, Archimonde would suffer new wounds.

Archimonde was no fool. When he found that his heavy movents could not catch the warriors jumping around his feet, he first set his sights on the healers.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong person.

To hunt down Malfurion, the archdruid first transford into a nightsaber leopard, scurrying around flexibly. Using magic, he imdiately transford into a mountain eagle and flew away. At worst, he could transform into a bear, using the bear skin that had been strengthened by countless natural magics to withstand Archimonde’s attacks like an old tauren.

Hitting Liadrin... It’s not easy for a Paladin to kill, and Liadrin is closer to Mograine and Turalyon, so she will be strongly blocked before hitting anyone.

Originally, it would be the easiest to deal with Benedictus, but unfortunately Archimonde was almost mad because he saw that the Holy Light Bishop had a few inconspicuous magic hands around him. At the critical mont, he pulled the only priest out of the danger zone.

"Hmph! Interesting!" Archimonde gritted his teeth, pressed the five fingers of his right hand into the air, and the attack ca!

Air Burst

Every mber of the entire team in the south was uncontrollably blown into the sky by the huge shock wave that could be called an air cannon.

The ranged attack team consists of Duke, Sylvanas, Jaina, Solarian and Brian Bronzebeard.

Being suddenly blown into the air by the explosion would have been fine, but amid a chaotic sound of female screams, the five guys were able to slowly descend from the air with the help of Slow Fall or the Tears of the Goddess provided by Tyrande that could be used as a parachute, and they would not die from the fall.

But the next mont, several guys were looking at a huge shadow pressing towards them in despair - getting rid of the entanglent of other heroes, Archimonde pounced over and slapped them with a big slap.

How would it feel visually to be slapped by a huge hand that is at least two ters long?

Frankly, that scene looked a lot like a tsunami.

The wide blue devil’s hand made a sharp sound of breaking wind when it ca over, which was like the scream of a banshee. Not to ntion, rows of houses just now collapsed and shattered easily under the attack of this devil’s hand.

The most shaless thing is that at this mont, Archimonde’s curse arrived.

The evil magic power like black ink silently penetrated into the bodies of the five people in the air at this mont. The pain brought by the explosion of dark magic power greatly affected the movents of the five people.

In the air, the three mages still had so tricks to save their lives.

However, once Sylvanas and Brian were caught by the demon’s hand, they would be finished. It was completely foreseeable that their bodies, which were extrely fragile compared to the Bull-Headed Chieftain, would be crushed in an instant.

In fact, even for three wizards, it would be extrely difficult to dodge in the air filled with dark power.

The most terrifying situation is that once soone dies, the soul recharge will follow. When the heroic group falls apart, the shadow of world destruction is almost imminent.

At this ti, the only one who can save the situation is Duke!

Suddenly, four lowest level Arcane Shocks were launched!

This attack certainly couldn’t cause much damage to the four warriors, but the precisely calculated impact force allowed the four to perfectly avoid Archimonde’s sweep.

But, one person was caught!

Duke!?

Shock was written on every hero’s face.

"We caught a big fish!" Archimonde grinned.

"No, I caught you!" Duke sneered.

ou will never be able to raise your middle finger again in this life

Duke’s voice was so soft that no one else could hear it except him and Archimonde.

The old comrades who knew Duke couldn’t understand why Duke was arrested, but the heroes who didn’t know Duke were terrified. The night elves and the Horde knew that Duke was the bond between the three factions, the planner, and the commander-in-chief.

Duke is the soul of the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

If he died soon after the start, the battle would be in jeopardy.

Here, Tyrande was ready to use her ultimate move on the spot. Before her Starfall could be activated, the Horde’s actions were faster. Thrall gave a look, and the Horde’s signature leap slash was used directly.

Grom Hellscream raised Gorehowl high, ready to cut off Archimonde’s fingers to save him.

The next second, Grom’s face turned black.

Because he saw another Duke when he was only halfway through the jump.

More than one person noticed that Duke, this beast, was actually holding up Sylvanas’s long and beautiful legs with one hand, letting the Queen sit on his shoulders, and holding Jaina’s slender waist with the other hand, and descending slowly using the slow fall spell.

Well, there is also a wizard’s hand holding a poor dwarf who is cursing.

The reason for doing this is that Archimonde’s powerful curse Grip of the Legion is a bit troubleso for the Moon Mage to remove. Duke can remove it in a second, so he did it by the way.

The Duke who was caught by Ake was of course his clone.

The problem is that poor Grom doesn’t know!

In mid-air, Grom and Duke had a silent eye contact. First, a pair of red eyes as big as bull’s eyes stared at Duke - snap! That’s your phantom clone? Why didn’t you tell earlier?

Duke gave him an innocent look in response—You didn’t ask! ?

Grom opened his eyes a little wider in agony - damn it! I was still thinking about repaying you for saving my life. I jumped in vain! It’s over, I jumped randomly! With such a big mistake, I will die in a minute against a guy of this level.

Duke rolled his eyes - calm down! He has no ti to deal with you!

Imdiately, Lord Hou knew why.

"Ahhhh——" Archimonde’s sudden and loud scream almost broke everyone’s eardrums.

Everyone could hear the rage in the demon leader’s scream, because a golden holy light was bursting out from his clenched right hand.

At first, it was just leakage in the gaps between the fingers, and in less than one tenth of a second, it was concentrated on the knuckle of the middle finger closest to the palm.

The next second seed to freeze.

The huge green middle finger, which was thicker than a bucket, was cut off intactly in its entirety. The incision perfectly followed the shape of the joint, and strictly speaking, only the tendons and skin were cut off.

But a severed finger is a severed finger!

It is true that ten fingers are connected to the heart.

The heart-piercing pain almost drove Archimonde crazy.

"Wow--" Along with the roar, the entire space around him began to shake. The terrifying aura emanating from the demon commander made the entire earth shake. Even the houses that had not collapsed yet a thousand ters away, every wooden pillar was creaking and shaking, and wood chips and dust fell down.

At the sa ti, a terrifying and chilling pressure spread out in all directions.

This is not simple coercion.

There is a reason why Archimonde has the reputation of Burning Dusk, Creator of Purgatory, and Polluter.

At this mont, every hero besieging Archimonde involuntarily had many horrifying hallucinations in their minds.

This is not an illusion fabricated out of thin air. All illusions co from the worlds conquered and destroyed by Archimonde, from the residual pain of every victim in the last mont of their lives, and from the desperate wails when their souls are captured and forced to fall!

It was not just one or two voices, but the shock ford by the convergence of thousands and thousands of despair and resentnt.

Archimonde used this most ferocious military feat that belonged only to him to create the most terrifying weapon, in this way demonstrating his reputation as the Demon Commander.

The closer the distance, the more likely you will be affected.

Grom was frightened and fell down on the spot.

Cairne, the Tauren chieftain, was holding a totem pole. His brown face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his big bull eyes were lifeless, obviously out of focus.

Cairne, whose movents had obviously stopped, was kicked directly by Ake. His huge body rolled over several tis and fell into the Fire of Destruction, rolling in pain.

The damage caused by the flas coincided with the purgatory in his hallucination, and he fell deeper into the illusion of fear. If there hadn’t been a large pile of snow falling from the sky and hitting him on the head, waking him up from the hallucination with a start, he might have suffered more injuries.

Cairne subconsciously looked at the caster and was a little confused.

Because Duke, who theoretically saved him, was still in a state of fear! What the hell was this?

Cairne certainly couldn’t have known that Duke was struck by Fear, and there was a system AI to help save the situation! At this ti, it was absolutely two different things.

Without caring about anything else, Cairne spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground and rushed forward again.

While he was distracted, Mograine and Turalyon, who had stronger wills, managed to resist the fear and hold Archimonde back.

After all, only a few people can resist fear or wake up early.

There was Kael’thas crying out loud in fear, there was Caponia running around out of control and crawling even after falling, and there was Thrall waving his weapons around in an attempt to fight against the imaginary enemy.

In Jaina’s mind, she saw countless dark enemies with bared fangs and claws, destroying the palace where she had lived since she was a child, reaching out to tear off her gorgeous robes and scratching her tender skin.

"No! No! Don’t!"

She tried to open her eyes, but they were unable to do so. All she could see was darkness. Her seemingly strong heart was filled with fragility and helplessness. Jaina felt like a lone boat on a stormy sea, ready to capsize at any mont, succumbing to boundless fear.

When people are extrely frightened, the most natural thing to do is to seek for a lifeline.

Although the feeling was very faint, Jaina clearly felt that she had been hugging sothing. At first, the feeling was a little vague, but soon she realized what she was hugging.

It’s Duke!

That’s right! Duke!

The man from whose hands she was destined to never be able to escape, the man she was still unknowingly entangled even after her engagent was broken off.

Countless tis, I had thought that it would be a relief to break free from the shackles of humanity’s greatest hero.

However, when facing such a powerful enemy and unimaginable terror, Jaina suddenly felt that it was an extrely happy thing to have a man to protect her and give her a sense of security.

The feeling is getting clearer and clearer.

The claws of the devils around her still frightened her, but the warmth coming from the left and the pulsating sound of the heart told her clearly—Jaina! Soone who can protect you is right beside you!

The surging feeling in my heart beca more and more intense. It was the force that could break free from the shackles of fear and nightmares and escape from all oppression. It was the last and most perfect salvation in the doomsday!

With great excitent, Jaina finally raised her long, curved eyelashes and opened her eyes.

"Duke!"

"Duke!?"

Two completely different voices pronounced the sa na.

Two faces with different styles, but filled with the sa excitent.

Unfortunately, the first thing they saw was not the young and handso face they imagined, but each other as "enemies".

That’s right!

At so point, Duke had changed his position and hugged Sylvanas’s waist. As a result, the first person the two queens saw when they opened their eyes was not Duke, but their love rival!

I really wanted to let out a "humph!" to vent my anger, but when I saw Duke’s dog eyes looking here and there, I didn’t know whether to focus on Sylvanas on the left or Jaina on the right.

The two queens burst out laughing at the sa ti.

It’s already this ti, why are you still arguing about this...

The two strong and smart won understood each other’s eyes at the sa ti - temporarily cease fighting and work together to kill Archimonde!

Seeing that they were falling from the sky and were almost reaching the ground, in order to prevent the three people gathered together from becoming targets, the two of them, Sylvanas and Jaina, pushed lightly like lightning and dodged to distance themselves from Dukla.

Only the silly Duke was left, not understanding why the two guys were angry first and then laughing.

Duke couldn’t care about these personal matters for the ti being, because Archimonde’s widespread collective fear caused many strong n to rush into the long river of fire brought out by the Fire of Destruction in a state of fear.

In addition to Cain, Lirath, Calpurnia, Brox, and even Tyrande were also affected.

How could the Fire of Destruction from the three giants of the Burning Legion be so easily dealt with?

Even though Duke gathered a large amount of frost elents and used the high concentration of icy breath to extinguish the flas on their bodies, everyone still had extensive burns on their bodies.

Malfurion used his ultimate skill without hesitation. He opened his arms, palms and face facing the sky, and muttered sothing.

A feeling of spring instantly filled the entire space within a kiloter radius. The sky was dotted with stars, and the bright light flickered continuously along with the greenness of all things growing. Every injured warrior felt a surge of vitality growing endlessly in his body.

"Ah!" Lirath looked at her left arm, which had been burnt, in disbelief. Suddenly, after a burst of itching, the entire scab fell off, revealing new tender skin.

Although Tyrande already knew the result, she still looked at her burnt calf with satisfaction as it recovered. Not only her, but the white tiger under her crotch also shook off the burnt hair while running, and grew a large tuft of white hair with a fresher color again.

Yes! This is the Druid’s ultimate skill Tranquility!

When used by a great druid like Malfurion, it can definitely pull you back from the brink of death in an instant, even if you only have one breath left, and make you alive and kicking again.

"here you go!"

"Thank you!"

"sharp!"

Speaking different languages, expressing the sa aning, even though Malfurion was a little exhausted after using his ultimate skill, there was still a smile on his face.

However, Duke, Vol’jin, Thrall and other wise and powerful n all have gloom in their hearts. No one knows when the next combination attack of Mass Fear and Fire of Destruction will co. If it cos again, and if the curse of Grip of the Legion or Air Explosion is added, even the most tough and strong heroes will be in danger after a few moves.

Obviously, Malfurion’s ultimate skill cannot be used at any ti. Didn’t you see that he has begun to use small skills such as Rejuvenation to recover his energy?

On the other hand, Archimonde, who lost his middle finger, was a little angry.

Although as a demon with strong vitality, he can regenerate broken fingers, but the strength of the body is always inversely proportional to the difficulty of regeneration. Even for him, it takes a lot of effort to regenerate his middle finger.

Moreover, the effect of the combo just now was far from satisfying him. The commander of the Burning Legion probably did not expect that there would be a team that could survive his horrific combo without any casualties.

In his heart, he couldn’t help but raise Duke and the others from the level of ants to the level of wild beasts.

The agile heroes below made Archimonde annoyed, so he picked the only Tauren Chieftain who was willing to fight him head-on.

He roared, his voice like thunder in the sky, "Dirty beast, kneel down!"

A huge hoof slamd down on Cairne’s head.

The huge difference in body size is often accompanied by an absolute difference in weight. In a head-on fight, this is a world of difference in strength.

A weight that no mortal could bear pressed upon Cairne’s head. Although he clenched his teeth and held the totem pole high with all his strength, the pressure, like a mountain collapsing, still made him stoop low, and his knees slowly bent.

"Haha! Hahahaha!" In order to prevent the troubleso guys from stopping him, Archimonde directly placed an Air Explosion under his feet!

The first to be blown away were a group of orc heroes.

Then there is the human side.

Even though Mograine and Turalyon had already thrust their holy swords into the ground in order to avoid being knocked away, when the ground was shattered, the two great paladins were still helplessly knocked away. Although not far away, it was a fatal gap.

Seeing that no one could get close, Archimonde insidiously released the Fire of Destruction under his feet again.

It is true that he has the physique of a giant and imnse strength, but in the final analysis, he is an Eredar warlock!

lee combat and the like are just entertainnt in between casting spells.

Yes! He was going to burn Cairne alive in front of this group of rebels, the only one who dared to confront him!

He had seen through it. As long as Cairne, the annoying guy at the front, was gone, the others would not be able to withstand his power. He could chase them like ducks and kill them one by one.

Just as he had a ferocious expression on his face and was ready to wait for screams from his feet, the fire under his feet was suddenly blown away. The next mont, he felt a sharp pain in his feet.

He saw a large piece of the right toe of his right hoof flying out.

A voice that he hated deeply rang out again: "You bastard, I’ll make sure you never step on anyone again in your life!"

Originally, when Cairne saw the flas spreading around him, he was already in despair.

It was purely the honor of being a warrior that supported him.

Apart from him, no other hero from any of the three factions could compete with Archimonde as a giant. As long as the battle changed from a positional battle to a pursuit battle, the attack output of any mage would be reduced by at least 40%.

But there are the most mages in the entire team.

Cairne couldn’t retreat, even under such heavy pressure.

Then, a miracle happened.

Colorless wind blades passed by his feet, and for a mont, Cairne thought his hooves were about to be cut off. With his sensitivity to the power of nature, he imdiately discovered that those wind blades ca from Duke.

Cairne didn’t understand why this happened. He only knew that Duke’s Wind Blade picked up all the grass and turf in one breath, rolled them into a ball in mid-air, and blew them away. Then the surrounding fire was gone, leaving only black soil that slled burnt.

Not only Archimonde, but all the other mages were stunned.

No one could have imagined that this thod could be used to deal with those annoying Fire of Destruction.

Kael’thas was the first to realize it. Before the fire could burn him, he pushed out with one hand and used magic to lift up the entire piece of grass in advance. Then, before the Fire of Destruction burned him, he used magic to push away the flas and the scorched grass.

The long river of flas was diverted like this!

"I understand!" Jaina and Rhonin shouted in surprise at the sa ti. Those who can beco a Archmage Mage are all fools.

Fla - never existed out of thin air. Any fla must have sothing combustible to rely on. It could be ignitable grass or wood, or combustible gas suspended in mid-air.

Even though it is difficult to use frost elents to fight against this demigod-level fla, as long as you push away the fla’s possession, you can change the direction of the entire river of fire and keep yourself and your teammates away from danger.

Duke invented the trick, and for Cairne, it’s just being a pretty good teammate.

Still far from being a god-level teammate.

Duke’s next sword made Duke’s image infinitely magnified in his mind.

If no one could see clearly when Duke used a sneak attack to knock off one of Archimonde’s fingers just now, now at least Cain could see clearly that it was an extrely thin and long sword, like a long needle to the minotaur.

It is so thin that it is not suitable as a weapon.

Don’t miss the golden holy light blooming above.

In fact, Archimonde had already reacted after sensing the holy light that had just traumatized him.

He scread.

Just as he was about to lift up his pressed hoof, at this mont, the space seed to be strangely dislocated, and a golden line almost identical to the previous one suddenly appeared on the tip of the leaf-shaped hoof on the right side of the devil’s hoof.

Different from the dismbernt like a butcher cutting up an ox just now, Duke used the most violent ans to cut off the cuticle on the hoof, which was originally extrely thick and tough. He used the maximum output of the holy sword to cut off the cuticle on the hoof.

If Archimonde’s body had not been weakened by the night elves’ ultimate move in the Erald Dream, Duke’s sword would have been in vain.

But there are not so many ifs in the world.

As soon as the golden thread appeared, it extended to both sides at high speed. The next mont, accompanied by a sharp pain, Archimonde saw his toes break from the middle, and the huge black fingers as big as the roof of a house flew out with a click, spinning in the air, and then crashed onto the black land ten ters away.

Ti seed to be frozen at that mont.

The demon commander’s face was filled with horror. He scread, "No—"

If the broken finger just now could be said to be his carelessness and falling into Duke’s trap, then this ti’s uncompromising counterattack made him fully realize that after being weakened twice by the magic circles of Azeroth and Mount Hyjal, he was indeed weaker than he thought.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole—"

Archimonde roared and launched a fierce attack.

Just now, if he could continue to stomp with all his strength, he might be able to find Cairne to take revenge. It’s a pity that the sword cut off his toe, which had a huge impact on him.

Injuries to the arms or torso would at most affect the attack power, but the feet were the most troubleso limbs. After losing a toe, Archimonde felt that his balance was obviously problematic, which was a very dangerous signal.

He had leg armor, the golden demon armor forged with the highest craftsmanship of the Burning Legion’s dark craftsn protected his calves very well. And in his mory, nothing could hurt his extrely thick and hard hooves.

It’s different now.

If he could not hold up his body and fell down, then the lee professional who had been besieging his calf would be able to deal a more direct blow to his vitals. Then he might really die here!

Archimonde is showing his real skills.

Ten fingers, oh, now it’s nine fingers playing continuously, and the Air Explosion that was just spaced out suddenly turned into a machine gun.

Although the large-scale Air Explosion turned into an Air Cannon with a smaller attack area, its power was more than doubled.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and amid the flying grass and sand, many strong n including Duke saw that Brooks’ right arm suddenly twisted in an awkward position that shouldn’t have happened. If it weren’t for the skin and flesh still attached, everyone would have thought that his arm had fallen off his shoulder.

Not only his arm, but after he was accidentally hit by the Air Cannon, his whole body was spinning and spinning continuously before crashing into a huge stone tablet not far away.

"Brox--" Thrall exclaid.

Unexpectedly, a fire phoenix that was not much bigger than Tyrande’s white tiger flew by, and its claws that seed to be made of flas saved Brox without any injury.

The people were saved, but Brooks obviously lost his fighting ability.

Dislocation and sprains are the most troubleso. If it is a simple trauma, recovery magic can quickly heal the wound. For limb twisting or comminuted fractures, it is necessary to first remove the broken bone debris near the wound and put the bones in the right position before casting the spell, otherwise the bones will grow crooked and the arm will be disabled.

Duke’s eyes beca fierce, and he used the magician’s hand to drag Brox away from the battlefield, while shouting, "It’s better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them!"

Mograine and Turalyon imdiately understood.

The next mont, with Thrall’s powerful push, Mograine shot towards Archimonde’s waist like a cannonball.

As a strong man who is always at the forefront, after fighting for several rounds, how could he not know that there are only three people who can really threaten him!

Two large holy swords placed in plain sight, and the orc who just jumped up and was knocked away again. Okay, let’s ignore that. Finally, there is Duke, who looks like a mage but is actually an assassin!

right!

Edmund Duke!

Archimonde had heard this na more than once, and although he had never paid much attention to it before, he was destined to rember this na from the mont Duke cut off his first finger. He had already decided to imprison Duke’s soul under his flaming throne, letting him suffer endless torture for tens of thousands of years.

Unfortunately, before that, he had to face the threat behind him.

"Hah—" Archimonde twisted his huge body violently, and punched Mograine behind him with his left hand.

Mograine should have had no way to gain leverage in mid-air, but at this mont a ball of arcane energy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gently pushed Mograine’s boots, allowing Mograine, who was extrely heavy with his armor, to complete a double jump that even professionals could not do.

Even the coffin lid of old Newton can’t hold it down!

Cough cough!

Just this jump made Mograine’s threat level rise sharply. Originally he could only cut Archimonde’s waist, but now he went straight for the neck.

Without thinking, Archimonde changed his move, and the originally sweeping left punch turned into an upward punch to a higher place.

Just then, three arrows arrived.

Tyrande, who had been hiding her abilities before, finally revealed her true abilities.

Once the Strike Aura that enhances the attack power of bows and arrows was activated, the power of the Windrunner sisters’ bows and arrows increased sharply. The arrows that were originally only at the level of a mosquito bite to Archimonde instantly increased to the level of awls.

Lirath’s Wind Arrow hit first, triggering the resistance of Archimonde’s tough skin to natural attacks. But the next mont it was thunder, and the next mont it was Fire Arrow!

Three arrows in a row hit almost the sa spot in perfect sync.

The last arrow broke through his defense on the spot and penetrated deeply into the joint of his left hand.

"ah!"

Every joint of every living creature is extrely sensitive. Normally, if a joint is red and swollen, it will beco impossible to bend it, let alone if a steel needle-like arrow is inserted into it.

Archimonde’s movents froze on the spot.

"Go to hell!" Mograine roared, and the large Ashebringer chopped down at high speed. The surging holy light spread in the air, and it actually ford a loud noise similar to a sonic boom.

"It’s you who will die!" Archimonde finally revealed his trump card.

That was a skill that did not exist in any version of history. His eyes suddenly turned into a bright red, and then shot out a red ray similar to the ’Dynamic Death Ray’.

Duke was dumbfounded!

For a mont, he almost suspected that Ultraman had walked into the wrong set!

Mograine was hit right in the heart.

Just when everyone thought that Mograine was dead, they saw a dim golden light coming out from the red light column and falling lightly.

Save soone!

Grom, who had the best jumping ability, caught Mograine with one leap.

Did this ti of failure cost Mograine a lot of physical strength and energy?

This is not a good thing!

Although it seems that as long as you are pious enough, the holy light can be released endlessly, in fact, the holy light is still a kind of ntal power, which is closely related to a person’s will and physical strength. A person who is exhausted and exhausted cannot have a strong will.

fortunately!

The real killer move has never been Mograine.

Not only did Duke use Flash to kill, but Turalyon also did. Two holy swords from the sa lineage shone at the sa ti and cut the heel of Archimonde’s right hoof.

From the beginning to the end, Duke and his team’s goal was to pick the tendons!

Two swords from the Pantheon, fighting together with all their might for the sa goal! The light they shone from was more dazzling than the brightest sunlight. Not only did the power wrapped around Archimonde begin to shrink and disappear, but even the rest of the heroes turned around, not daring to look directly at the blinding light.

This blow almost cut off one of the demon commander’s feet.

If it weren’t for a terrifying and strange intuition that enveloped Duke and Turalyon, forcing them to stop, the matter would probably have been accomplished.

Even so, Quel’Zalaam managed to sever the tendons at the heel and extend the cut all the way down to the ankle.

In severe pain, Archimonde fell down. At this mont, he finally realized that his huge body was not an advantage, but his most fatal weakness. He had to do sothing.

Just as Grom was about to leap up and give Archimonde a hard blow, sothing that even Duke had never expected happened—oh my god, Archimonde actually has a second transformation! ?

The first ti Archimonde was hit by the Erald Dream’s ultimate move, he was forced to shrink.

This ti, he took the initiative to shrink!

Although he was not that small, after using a circular dark wave to drive away the lee heroes besieging him, he was still a giant standing in front of the heroes, but his height was halved to just over seven ters.

"Haha! Let’s do it again, and make this guy shorter than !" The old tauren laughed, rushed forward happily, and then committed suicide.

Everyone imagined that Archimonde would definitely change. But no one thought it would turn out like this...

The old tauren went up.

The old tauren is back.

I tried my best, even using the power of Mother Earth, but what was the result?

The old tauren was slapped back——

He didn’t die, as Tauren were known for their strong vitality and most of them believed in the Spring God Cult. But the old bull was spitting blood, with a big look of confusion written on his face.

The most obvious thing about the shrunken Archimonde is his changed clothes.

Originally he looked like a gladiator, but now he had a cape and a skull scepter that exuded an evil and ominous aura. The scepter was actually more than one ter long, but in the seven-ter-tall Archimonde’s hand it looked like a short hamr.

Being shorter, theoretically, it should be easier to deal with. The warriors and heroes, who were originally like dwarves and could not reach Archimonde’s vital points even if they jumped, all had solemn expressions on their faces.

Duke suddenly understood why.

Even though Archimonde was very tall, he only gave them the feeling of a tall building. A tall building can topple over, but a mountain cannot.

Archimonde now is just a miniature mountain!

Duke traveled through ti, drastically changed history, and lifted the skirt of the goddess of fate. Just when he thought he could take up his gun and mount his horse to conquer fate, he was shocked to find that he was also being teased by the goddess of fate.

Speaking of which...

If the world of Azeroth were a person, then most of his knowledge of physics would be taught by his physical education teacher. A dragon can turn into a person, and then no one knows where the extra dozens of tons of mass went.

The best example is the shrunken Archimonde in front of us.

Archimonde now gives people a more stable feeling, but his movents are lighter and more agile.

Duke sent a clone directly behind Archimonde, and then everyone saw only Archimonde’s sneer and Duke’s clone being silently annihilated in a round protective shield.

Duke’s pupils suddenly shrank!

Big trouble——

After Archimonde shrank in size, not only did his strength double, but it also seed that his magic resistance increased a lot.

Archimonde sneered leisurely, "Rejoice! Cheer up! Ants! You should be happy that for the first ti in the past ten thousand years, soone has forced to reveal my most fundantal form. Although I have always dread of becoming a war god who charges at the forefront, I am, after all... a warlock!"

No matter how powerful your magic is, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife.

That’s the theory.

Thrall was the third one who didn’t believe it, and he threw his hamr again!

"Bang!" This ti, Hamr of Doom was directly bounced away by a blue shield.

Finally, soone lost his voice.

"Is Archimonde invincible?!"

Duke was disdainful of such nonsense. He glanced over and found that it was Kael’thas’s little mistress, Caponia, who was speaking, and Duke was annoyed.

Fortunately, Kael’thas said sothing fair: "Impossible! There is absolutely no perfect and invincible existence in the world!"

"Hahaha! I am perfect! I am the strongest! I am invincible—" Archimonde’s wild laughter suddenly ca.

Duke felt upset when he heard this.

I’m going to be a big guy and get beaten to death happily? What are you doing by changing the script without permission?

By the way, Ak, with your high magic resistance, can other Grandmaguss still have fun playing with you?

Moreover, the warlock knows martial arts, and Old tauren can’t handle it!

Duke secretly ordered in his mind: "System, weakness analysis..."

Three seconds later, Duke suddenly laughed shalessly.

"Pfft! Archimonde, could you please stop limping before you pretend to be invincible?"

The appearance of Archimonde’s final form was so shocking. As soon as he ca out, he slapped Old Bull away and directly lted and blew up Duke’s clone, which really shocked all the strong n.

With Duke’s words, everyone suddenly realized that Archimonde, who seed to have greatly strengthened himself, did not heal his own injuries.

The severed middle finger was still oozing purple-blue blood.

His right leg, with half of its hoof horn chopped off and its tendons broken, was still limping. Even though he could use his willpower to ignore the pain, the faint golden holy light remaining at the wound seed to be telling everyone - this is the target, aim here!

The whole audience couldn’t help but burst into laughter!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"That’s hilarious! I’ve seen people who can blow, but I’ve never seen anyone blow as well as this!"

"Does the Burning Legion determine its status by bragging?"

Led by the most unethical dwarf, people in multiple languages ​​started to criticize Archimonde. Heroes from all walks of life turned into keyboard warriors and criticized Archimonde to pieces.

When everyone was laughing wildly, Duke’s voice of the wind suddenly began to ring in the ears of every strong man: "Please pay attention to the color of the light shield on Archimonde. If I’m not mistaken, red is the hellhound mode, which mainly increases magic resistance. Yellow should be the doomsday guard, which adds strength and attack power..."

Originally, it would cost blood to try to co up with a counterasure, but with Duke’s familiarity with warlocks and the system elves’ abnormal analytical ability, Archimonde’s possible changes were almost untraceable.

With such amazing information, wouldn’t it be a good idea for everyone to:

Fight the local tyrants! Divide the land!

Oh, no, it should be...

Fighting Boss, where are the equipnts?

hey-hey!

Hehehehe!

Hehehehehe!

Soon, everyone, especially the orcs, began to smile maliciously.

It’s like

Like sharks slling blood, everyone gathered together again.

"Haha! I, the great Archimonde, have really been underestimated!" After saying that, Archimonde raised his left hand, and suddenly a large shower of teors fell from the sky, crashing onto the ground around him. Not only that, with a sweep of his right hand, a long river of flas made of Fire of Destruction first went to the left and then suddenly to the right, blocking the way of the heroes.

Logically, this should be a scene of lee dodging, but who would have thought that one lee professional after another would scream and rush across the river of fire, directly reaching the "other side of victory", and rushing to attack Archimonde with their weapons.

It’s not that they are crazy, but that healers like Malfurion are supporting them with all their might.

Almost every lee hero has the Archdruid’s powerful continuous life recovery spells - Healing, Rejuvenation. Even so seriously injured guys can enjoy the more powerful recovery of Swiftnd or Lifebloom.

What!?

Archimonde’s face was filled with astonishnt that was difficult to conceal. The next mont, he activated Fear.

The fear magic that once destroyed countless planets and plunged countless races into despair and nightmares beca ineffective after the warriors uniformly activated Berserker Rage to resist the effect of fear.

No, not just a warrior, Benedictus also gave Turalyon a Protection from Fear Barrier.

The scene where everyone was struck by Fear and ran around like a blind fly was gone. At least, the three warriors, Cain, Howler, and Thrall, plus Turalyon, four fierce n, chased Archimonde and hacked at him non-stop.

Under normal circumstances, everyone would think they took the wrong dicine.

But at this mont, the horror on Ak’s face ford the best contrast with their bloodthirsty and ferocious expressions.

"Impossible!" Archimonde scread.

"Haha! Idiot! We have seen through your tricks!" Cairne laughed, rushed forward with flas, and swept across with a pillar.

As if to prove how correct Cairne’s sarcastic laughter was, the previous scene of the disparity in power seed to be reversed.

"Bang!" A dull impact sounded, and Archimonde sat down on the ground like a young wife who was slapped in the face during dostic violence and could only cry in the corner.

Almost in no particular order, three muscular n jumped high, picked up their weapons, and attacked Archimonde!

The few seconds of fear passed in the blink of an eye.

Every hero who recovered from the fear looked at the four tough guys chasing the embarrassed Archimonde with a bit of astonishnt!

It’s not pretending to be embarrassed, but really embarrassed.

His rather large body looked more like a target. It looked like Archimonde had rolled on the ground at least twice.

Why is this happening?

Obviously, it was related to Duke’s order just now: "Warriors, attack with all your strength!"

A few strong n are having a great ti chopping!

Turalyon, who was the most steady, steadfastly cut off a few pieces of flesh from the right calf of the big demon, and decided to carry out the plan of destroying one leg first.

Thrall was also not vague. He cooperated with Turalyon to leave a square-headed fla scorch mark with a burnt sll on Akko’s right calf.

Cairne was the most ruthless. He picked up a pillar and smashed it directly on Ak’s waist. It seed that the victory was not obvious, but in fact it protected the most violent Grom who picked up Gorehowl and slashed at Ak’s face.

Grom enjoyed chopping so much that he showed no rcy to Archimonde, who could only raise his arms to defend himself. With a few swings of the axe, he cut several huge wounds on Archimonde’s arms, leaving deep bones visible and blood gushing out.

When they were chopping the most vigorously, Duke’s voice ca again: "Retreat!"

Without hesitation, as if shouting "The wind is tight, run!", three of the four strong n, who had been slashing fiercely just a mont ago, suddenly fled in all directions. They ran so fast that they refused to stay where they were.

Only the thick-skinned old tauren squatted in place, snorting at Archimonde with an expression that looked like he deserved a beating, clearly saying -

Co on! Let us hurt each other!

At the mont when the tough guys completed the transformation, the light shield on Archimonde’s body switched to khaki.

The blazing magic light lit up synchronously in all directions.

Rhonin, Kapurnia, and Solarian worked together to create an overly large arcane light ball that was far beyond the scope of a missile, and smashed it directly. Seeing the small purple-blue mushroom cloud rising slowly, it might be more appropriate to call it an arcane nuclear bomb.

The arcane frenzy had not yet dissipated, and Kael’thas and Jaina each blasted out a phoenix.

"Fire Phoenix——Heavenly Fire Spreads Across the Prairie!"

"Phoenix – Jedi Storm!"

Two extrely powerful magics with the sa principles but completely different elents used. One froze Archimonde’s upper body with ice, while the other roasted Archimonde’s lower body with flas.

It allowed the commander-in-chief of the Burning Legion to enjoy the best of both worlds.

Duke used Frostfire Apocalypse which concentrated almost half of his Dawn-level magic power, and turned it into a huge spiral, directly blasting Archimonde away.

It was a high fly ball that went a full two hundred yards to the end of the outfield.

Ahem! Wrong.

It was a dark history in which the commander of the Burning Legion was blasted dozens of ters away in front of the public like throwing away garbage.

Archimonde’s still huge body demonstrated to a group of ants what it ans to be a dog eating shit.

After struggling to get up, he found himself once again surrounded by the ants he had looked down upon half an hour ago.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it--" Archimonde was originally in the process of growing his middle finger, and now he really wished he could grow a few more middle fingers to point at Duke.

Archimonde’s miserable condition ford a sharp contrast with the nonchalant smile on Duke’s face.

"Did everyone rember? The dark blue shield is a defensive lee state, defending the strong and attacking the weak. The yellow shield is an enhanced lee state, the warrior knight leaves, and the mage attacks. The red shield is high magic resistance, and lee attacks are fierce!" Duke emphasized it tirelessly in the Voice of the Wind.

To put it bluntly, Archimonde has indeed returned to his roots, focusing on his warlock abilities. Even the power of a warlock is not sothing that cos for no reason. Unlike ordinary warlocks who need to summon demon servants to have the corresponding auxiliary power, as the commander of the Burning Legion, Archimonde can directly call on the power of a certain type of demon.

There was a problem here. For a period of ti, he could only use one kind of demonic power. After all, the lee-focused demon guards and the hellhounds that mainly targeted magic were completely different types of power and could not be integrated at all.

It was precisely because Duke had used the system to analyze the power attributes of Archimonde, and even accurately determined how long each period of power could be maintained, that he was able to launch that staggered attack just now.

Before crossing over, switching the attack mode to change the profession to output damage is definitely a trick that has been played out.

At this point in ti, this is definitely sothing new that is appearing for the first ti.

Unfortunately, in front of Duke, the old driver, oh, the old captain, it is simply not worth ntioning!

Archimonde was shocked, but the Hero Group was extrely grateful.

Without Duke’s command, a group of people would either fight randomly and be wiped out, or they would have to pay a heavy price before so eye-catching guy could figure out the pattern. It would definitely not be that easy.

After so many rounds of fierce fighting from beginning to end, only one Brooks was seriously injured and broke his hand. It was truly a miracle.

Duke stood out from the crowd and took out a feather fan from his space bag and waved it, looking very arrogant: "Archimonde! This day next year will be the anniversary of your death!"

It’s so pretentious and so fucked up, but... it’s so satisfying to hear it for everyone!

"Hmph! Just rely on a bunch of ants who are worse than scum!?" The boss is the boss. Even if he has fallen to the ground like a dog, he still speaks toughly.

But the next mont, Duke realized sothing was wrong!

Several strong n suddenly touched their chests intentionally or unintentionally. They felt a sudden palpitation, as if sothing had entered their bodies, no, it might even have entered their souls. However, they knew nothing about this mysterious and strange existence, or so kind of evil force!

Duke’s face turned pale as he looked at the system prompt. He couldn’t help but say, "Curse of Doom!?"

"Hehe! Smart, but knowing it doesn’t an you can deal with it." An evil smile appeared on Archimonde’s lips, and then it was his turn to attack.

As the boss of the Burning Legion, it seems that there is no restriction on only one curse on a target.

Curse of Pain that causes damage.

Curse of Weakness that reduces the target’s damage ability.

Elental Curse that reduces shadow and frost resistance.

...

Archimonde almost cast all the curses he could on Cairne.

All of these are not the point, the point is the Doomsday Curse that can kill people!

The Doom Curse is a delayed curse, and the damage is extrely high! The most terrifying thing is that once you die under the Doom Curse, a Doom Guardian will imdiately be born from the body of the deceased.

Everyone present was a hero, who knows who would be cursed to death, and what level of demon would be born! Maybe it wouldn’t be surprising to see a demon lord born!

Duke’s face turned blue.

As a ti traveler, how could Duke not know about the "one-click removal of curse" thing?

Countless players have complained that removing the curse is just like playing whack-a-mole, just click on whichever one lights up.

As Duke who owns the system AI, of course... he would not use such a low-end, stingy and low-class thing as "one-click curse removal". He would leave it all to the system AI to remove the curse automatically.

Many tis, many people who were cursed would feel a sudden chill and then feel nothing the next mont, because the curse was lifted by Duke in less than one tenth of a second.

But Archimonde’s Curse of Doom is obviously not in the sa dinsion as other curses. Other curses are like a noose on a rope, which can be easily solved as long as the source and target are found.

Curse of PainWhy does it hurt?

If it hurts, it ans there is blockage!

The Curse of Pain secretly blocks soone’s blood vessels, causing internal injuries, and then the victim will continue to suffer damage in a fierce battle.

Now that we understand it, we just need to dispel that dark force. This is not much different from the principle of preventing a stroke.

The curse of doom... is like using a big basin to put a bunch of wet and ssy cotton ropes, and then saying to you - co on, untie !

Its difficulty and complexity are definitely higher than other curses with a difficulty coefficient greater than one, cubed several tis.

The problem is, if you can’t solve it, you’ll be dead!

Even if we enter the realm of heroes, how can the physical strength of mortals be compared with that of extraordinary beings like dragons with extrely long health bars?

Everyone knows how troubleso the matter is.

The mont the mages sensed this curse, almost all of them were stunned.

"No! I can’t solve it!" Caponia and Solarian gave up first.

"Duke, I..." The forr elf prince’s face was full of sha and humiliation.

"Neither can I." Jaina gritted her teeth and showed an angry expression.

Duke originally thought that Rhonin was not capable of this either, but who would have thought that Rhonin would actually give Duke a big surprise: "I can guarantee that I can take care of myself and a designated target before the curse takes effect."

Over there, Archdruid Malfurion, who could also remove curses, frowned: "I can also take charge of a target other than myself, but it will weaken my healing ability."

Now is the mont to decide!

Although withdrawing people is safe, it will also greatly weaken the team’s attack power.

It is not impossible to fight hard, but the risks will increase exponentially.

Duke gritted his teeth and said, "Only ten people will remain. Rhonin will take care of himself and Cairne, and I will take care of the other eight."

With a glance, Duke quickly decided who would stay on the battlefield in the final stage: "Cairne, Grom, Thrall, , Rhonin, Alexandros, Turalyon, Sylvanas, Tyrande, and Malfurion stay!"

In other words, please leave quickly.

Everyone longs to be able to participate in the final killing of Archimonde.

Unfortunately, strength is an extrely cruel watershed.

If you have the ability, go up; if you don’t, step down.

Staying in the team stubbornly is irresponsible to yourself, your teammates, and even the whole world.

Jaina suddenly raised her staff and shouted loudly: "Duke! You must win! I’m waiting for you to avenge - everyone, let’s go and block the mountain pass, and never let any demon in!"

After Jaina took away the stronger warriors who were slightly inferior in strength, there were only ten heroes and one Archimonde left within a radius of one kiloter.

"No! No! No - it shouldn’t be like this! It can’t be like this!" Archimonde had many tricks, but Duke was too experienced. With the help of the system elves, Duke would often see through his tricks as soon as they began.

Although the attack power was inevitably weakened due to the departure of many powerful people, Archimonde’s vitality was still being weakened.

The situation was so bad that he had to make a decision.

If at first, Archimonde’s idea was to brutally crush the group of ants in front of him, then walk over majestically, destroy the World Tree, and absorb the power of the World Tree and the Well of Eternity, then now this idea has definitely changed.

Completing it at the sa ti has beco an unattainable task.

But if you only complete one goal, there is still a chance to do it.

Suddenly, Archimonde’s entire body was wrapped in a large blue cover. Not only that, a void demon that was even larger than him rose from his back.

"He wants to be a turtle forever?" Duke’s first reaction was surprise.

As the saying goes, if you defend too long, you will lose. If you just defend blindly, there will be no good end, unless...

Seeing Archimonde give up fighting the other warriors and instead bypass Cain and rush towards the middle of the mountain, almost every warrior suddenly realized that sothing was wrong.

"Oh no! He is trying to force his way to the World Tree!" Tyrande was horrified!

"Stop him!" Malfurion roared and thrust his hands into the ground. Suddenly, clusters of huge thorns as thick as buckets erged from the black soil and entangled Archimonde’s legs.

not enough!

It’s not enough!

The thorns alone could not stop Archimonde, whose legs were covered with Fire of Destruction. With the flas of destruction and extraordinary brute force, Archimonde rushed towards the World Tree like a train that had lost speed and rushed forward without looking back.

right!

World Tree!

Only by absorbing the power of the World Tree can he repair his injuries and turn the tables. If he continues like this, he will be exhausted to death by Duke and his n.

"Attack with all your strength!" Duke’s heart-wrenching roar resounded in the hearts of every strong man.

Sylvanas stood on one leg, drew the bow with her foot, and put an arrow as thick as a siege hamr on the bowstring which was instantly strengthened several tis by a special secret thod.

The sharp arrow leaves the bow with a sound like thunder.

Rhonin stacked 36 layers of Arcane Shock in one breath, and then activated Arcane Energy. Regardless of success or failure, the next attack would empty every drop of magic power in his magic circuit, and he would not be able to perform even the most basic tricks in a short period of ti.

Thrall used all his strength to smash out the Doomhamr.

Each hero released his ultimate move.

Unfortunately not enough!

The physical talents of the Eredar demons were too strong. Even if Mograine used all his strength to swing the Ashbringer to chop up the damn protective shield, and even if Turalyon used Quel’Zaram infused with all the Holy Light to finally cut off Archimonde’s right leg, he still couldn’t stop Archimonde from creating another protective shield and stumbling upon the World Tree Nordrassil.

For a mont, it seed as if the entire world of Azeroth shook.

The whole of Mount Hyjal was filled with Archimonde’s wild laughter: "Haha! All your efforts will be in vain. I am already absorbing the power of the World Tree! Soon your hearts will stop beating!"

"Stop him!" Malfurion roared in despair. "Once the power of the World Tree is absorbed, it will reverse and release Breath of Destruction! Weaken him, otherwise our last resort will be useless!"

The Archdruid didn’t have ti to explain what Breath of Destruction was, but it didn’t sound like a good thing.

From afar, the elves of the entire Mount Hyjal and even the surrounding regions were alard. Gorgeous balls of light like stars began to fly towards the World Tree at super high speeds. Those balls of light were the most basic units of the night elves - the elves.

They are not only the craftsn of the night elves, who can help the elves collect resources such as wood, but also according to legend, they are the final appearance of the souls of the night elves after their death and return to the earth.

I don’t have ti to study the legend of the elves now.

However, what is certain is that if Archimonde’s vitality does not fall below the lower limit, these elves in soul state will only end up dying if they rashly rush over and self-destruct.

I’m afraid that I will be forced to fall in an instant, and then be made into material for Soul Punishnt in an instant!

"Stop him!!"

Mograine swung the Ashebringer in his hand for the last ti!

Then he knelt down on the ground dejectedly, gasping for breath.

For an old soldier approaching the age of 60, he is no longer young. The seemingly powerful Ashebringer that can blast the Scourge soldiers to pieces is a typical sacred artifact, but using such a powerful weapon also requires physical and ntal strength.

After squeezing out all the strength in his body, a brilliant golden crescent moon appeared.

The golden crescent slashed over at once, but Archimonde dodged it at the last mont before it hit.

An extrely thick right leg fell off.

but!

I really don’t know what kind of talent Archimonde has. He is still climbing up with just two arms and one leg.

"Stop him—"

Turalyon also tried his best. Quel’Zalaam burst out with golden light like the scorching sun. The long beam of light directly pierced through Archimonde’s back from behind, exploded from his chest, and even shot into the trunk of the World Tree.

It looked like a golden spear nailing Archimonde to it.

but...

In just three seconds, Archimonde continued to climb.

An evil black light shone from his three hands and feet. He clung tightly to the bark of the World Tree and began to erode the green color on the bark of the World Tree at a high speed.

What’s even more terrifying is that his broken right leg seems to have started to grow a new leg that is much smaller and tenderer.

"Stop him--" Tyrande was already sobbing. She ignored her right palm which was splattered with blood, and continued to pull the bow chanically and frantically, shooting arrows, pulling the bow, and shooting arrows!

Every ranged hero who was still able to attack madly pursued Archimonde, desperately pouring firepower on Archimonde’s back, who seed to have completely lost the sense of pain.

Even Jaina and the others ca back.

But the effect is getting weaker and weaker!

It’s very simple. lee professionals cannot wear heavy armor and climb up a world tree that looks like it would take at least a thousand people to hug it!

Without the damage from the two most powerful holy swords, the attack power of the entire team suddenly dropped by more than one level.

Now we have almost reached a critical point.

Archimonde’s vitality had dropped to a very dangerous level for him. However, as long as he absorbed a large amount of power from the World Tree and successfully transford it into dark fel energy, he would be able to turn the tables imdiately. Not only would he kill Duke and all of them, but he would also be able to kick the entire Azeroth into the abyss of destruction as his evil plan had intended.

Tyrande, with tears streaming down her face, suddenly rembered that she still had the last holy sword. She turned her head abruptly and stared at Duke: "Duke - anything is fine! Please -"

Realizing that he was beginning to lose strength, and seeing no hope of defeating Archimonde after the fourth throw of Doomhamr, Thrall suddenly turned around and said, "Duke - it’s up to you!"

Rhonin struggled to get up from the ground and howled to the sky: "The destruction of Dalaran——"

Mograine shouted unwillingly: "The fall of Lordaeron -"

Jaina flashed to Duke’s side, her fists clenched, her fair skin flushed with anger: "Duke! The revenge of my father and elder brother..."

Sylvanas reluctantly stuck her longbow into the ground and shouted, "The revenge of every Quel’dorei..."

Thousands of elite warriors who refused to withdraw stared at Duke from afar.

Thousands of elf souls were watching Duke.

Countless forces, every one of them rushing in front of the magic mirror, gritting their teeth and cheering for Duke and the others, were staring at Duke.

They are waiting!

They are looking forward to it!

They are thirsty for it!

They were cheering and shouting in their hearts!

Pray that Edmund Duke, who is hailed as the greatest hero of Azeroth in the past thousand years, will make a fatal blow for them and the whole world against the extrely evil and terrifying existence - Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion!

The attention and expectation from billions of living beings made Duke’s heart extrely heavy.

Duke already knew that he had to go all out.

Only he, who also holds the holy sword, can severely damage Archimonde and create an opportunity for the elf to self-destruct.

However, this cannot be accomplished by the clone.

A clone is just a clone after all, and its strength can never surpass that of the original body.

Can kill Archimonde!

The only possibility is that he goes up directly!

No one knows what final trick Archimonde has up his sleeve.

No one can guarantee what the consequences of killing Archimonde will be.

Duke has only two options:

Or you will miss the opportunity and beco the sinner of the entire Azeroth...

Or be a hero for ten seconds.

Duke smiled.

He smiled calmly.

That hearty and clear smile was directed at Jaina, Sylvanas, every lover who was silently watching him from afar, and every person who trusted him and placed their last hope in him.

"I went."

A soft sound.

It was also a sound that seed as light as a feather.

But countless won have devoted their lives to it.

Duke’s figure turned into a stream of light in the next instant, and when he appeared again, he was already under the tree.

"Grom." The sa plain call made the orc war god fully understand what Duke was thinking.

The burly figure first leaped onto Cairne’s totem pole, as if hitting a high fly ball, and Cairne used his last bit of strength to hit Grom high up.

That was the highest Grom Hellscream had ever jumped in his life.

One arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops co to et.

At this mont, Lord Hou has more than just thousands of troops.

That montum of choosing and devouring anyone.

That roar that shook the world.

The bloody roar that turned the tide of the battle!

Each of them is Archimonde’s death warrant.

In order to deal with the heroes’ long-range bombing, Archimonde’s body resistance has been switched to a high magic resistance state. Grom’s unexpected leap into the air directly made Archimonde panic.

Gritting his teeth, Archimonde yelled, "Hand of Death!"

Theoretically, the effect of Hand of Death is to kill all targets within 30 ters. Unfortunately, Archimonde was too weak, and was repeatedly injured, and most of his magic power was diverted to the protective shield.

Grom’s Hand of Death, which should have killed him instantly, hit Grom’s chest with a "bang". The orc war god with extrely strong vitality took the blow.

Then, the scarlet long-handled battle axe drew a bright and dazzling blood-red crescent in the air, and the tip of the crescent was exactly Archimonde’s neck.

"Ah——" With a scream, blood splattered everywhere, and half of Archimonde’s neck was cut off from his body.

If he were a mortal, he would have died hundreds of tis already, but he is an eredar great demon with extrely strong vitality.

Even though he was performing a life-threatening fountain performance on the huge wound on his neck, he still didn’t die.

"Get out!" A large-scale Air Explosion directly blew Grom’s body like a teorite falling to the ground, hitting the thick black soil and creating a huge round pit.

Just then, Duke arrived.

A simple long-distance Flash appeared directly on Archimonde’s broad back.