Archimonde, of course, could not do anything when a big boss of the same status as him came to smooth things over. What made Archimonde even more depressed was that Duque was clearly not the kind of 'Demon Lord' who would face him head-on. He did not even have the chance to say that his hands were itchy.
As one of the big bosses, he could not possibly be so thick-skinned, right?
A snort was already his limit.
In a group of demons, one could never expect everyone to live harmoniously like brothers. Not fighting each other was already the greatest restraint. Duque's control over this was simply perfect.
How much Archimonde disliked Duque was how much Kil 'jaeden admired Duque.
Ever since he met the Eredar Twins, Duque had never thought of relying on the brave Archimonde, not even for a short period of time.
The move to kill just now was also an act by Duque. This was his proof of allegiance to Kil 'jaeden, the Chairman Egg.
Now that he had a proof of allegiance, the Chairman Egg would accept it.
Of course, he would want some rewards for Duque.
The red Chairman Egg smiled and said, "The Burning Legion does not raise useless people. Similarly, every demon must be responsible for their actions. Since Mannoroth provoked and failed, shouldn't we give him some rewards? "
"Hmph!" After another cold snort, Archimonde's huge blue and green figure disappeared on the spot.
Duque's eyes narrowed into a line. He was also very curious about what kind of rewards there would be.
The Eredar Twins twisted their soft waists. Like the same person in the mirror, they walked over from left and right in sync and placed their hands on Duque's shoulders.
"This is the rule for the Burning Legion's Lord-level and above demons. The winner can obtain a Lord-level item from the loser," Aures said with a smile.
"What if the loser can't give it?" Duque touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Then you will become the item that was lost."
Queen Salolas's eyes were seductive. "Then you will become the item that was lost."
Hehe, so that's how it is!
Interesting!
The high-rank Warlock Aures continued: "All demons who have just become lords and have yet to prove themselves are low-rank lords. Because Mannoroth is challenging you as a junior Lord, he has to pay four times the price. "
Salolas pointed at Magtheridon, who was bitterly clutching his broken breastplate and trying to make himself less conspicuous, "Including Magtheridon, there are still four lower-tier lords who have just attacked or are preparing to attack. Middle-tier was twice as powerful. In other words, you and your servant can obtain a total of eight pieces of Lord Equipment. "
Magtheridon's face turned green. He looked at his boss, Mannoroth, who was still unconscious, and threatened, "Spies, right? Don't be too pleased with yourself! Let me tell you, if you dare to ask us for our collection, we will be enemies! If you can forget what happened today, you will gain the friendship of the Abyssal Lords. "
When Duque heard this, he suddenly felt like laughing.
Laugh if you want to!
Who cares if you're an Abyssal Lord or an Abyssal Turtle?
"Haha! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! " Duque's unbridled and arrogant laughter echoed in the dark hall. It was like two huge palms slapping the faces of the Abyssal Lords.
Every large Abyssal Lord's face was burning. Their muscles kept bulging and relaxing, looking like a unicorn's arm acting up. It was extremely laughable.
"You … Don't regret this! We are the strongest vanguard of the Burning Legion! "Magtheridon no longer had much confidence.
"Pfft!" Duque burst out laughing. His arrogant voice had an indescribable demonic charm. "Why should I please some trash who can't even defeat me? At first, you wanted to enslave me, but when you can't defeat me, you want to reconcile with me? How can it be so easy! "
Duque's eyes sharpened. He gently pushed away Eredar's hands that were on his shoulders and took three big steps forward. "Hand over eight items that my servant and I can use. Otherwise, I will take them from your corpses!"
It was in line with the rules, no problem!
Moreover, Duque had never thought of joining the Burning Legion.
Was he supposed to be like those trash who shouted, "Of course I forgive you!" after being cuckolded?
Bullsh * t!
Of course I'll take some and leave!
I'm going to kill your entire family anyway.
I don't care if you hate me or not!
Duque was filled with murderous intent. Not only was he in the right, but his fists were also especially big.
Not to mention how bitter Magtheridon looked.
Something interesting happened again. None of the Abyssal Lords dared to touch the unconscious Mannoroth's bag. Instead, a few of them gathered a bunch of items that Duque and Grom could use.
Duque was slightly shocked. So the items of a servant belonged to the master?
They were probably certain that Mannoroth would still exploit them after waking up, so they contributed from the start. At least they wouldn't be punished by their master.
Looking at the pile of epic equipment that was emitting a noble purple glow, Duque had to admit that killing and arson was the fastest way to get rich since ancient times.
However, these Abyssal Lords had robbed countless planets to get their hands on top-grade equipment, and now they were all in Duque's hands.
It was worth mentioning that the good items of Magtheridon and the others were slightly different from the original ones in history. They were not slightly lower than Mount Hyjal's, but on the same level.
This made Duque feel a little more excited.
Apart from the pieces of equipment he got from Nethario, this was the best equipment he could get his hands on at the moment.
Duque did not hesitate to choose a Crystal Pulse Staff first. That's right, he had Argus' Apostle before, but the problem was that it was Archimonde's treasure. Duque did not know if Archimonde already had this thing 10,000 years ago. If he did, then Duque would be courting death by taking it out.
At the moment when he urgently needed to increase his combat power, the Crystal Pulse Staff was a good transition. Anyway, there were only five suitable items, so it would be a waste not to take them.
The Abyssal Hunter's Cloak and the Soul Eater's Gauntlet were two pieces of cloth armor. The key was the two magnificent Abyssal Lord's Pockets, which were two high-level spatial bags with a space of 200 cubic meters.
It was completely different from the old Azeroth goods that Duque had used before, which were only five cubic meters in size!
He did not expect to get such a reward from dealing with Mannoroth. Duque laughed so hard that his stomach cramped.
On the other hand, Grom had obtained three pieces of plate armor, which happened to be different from the ones he had obtained before. If he could return alive, he would definitely be able to create a set of gorgeous equipment that would blind most of the warriors of the tribe.
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