Duque let out a mocking laugh, looking as if he had expected this from him. He then pointed his finger into the distance. "That pool over there is a Strength Potion specially made for you lot."
Grom, the lousy actor, almost lost his act when he heard that.
Bloody hell, this is clearly your vomit from last night, and you have the cheek to say that it's a 'good stuff' specially made for the Night Elves?!
No, no, no!
This can't be the Duque I know!
Could I have been fooled by his Holy Light?
Why does it feel like the righteous Alliance hero Duke Marcus, who would always act righteously, whether it was tricking his enemies or saving his own in times of danger, had changed so much?
Is this really the influence of dark energy?
Speaking of which, even the wild boars in the Barrenlands, which are said to have no fear of meat or fish, would not eat the disgusting black stuff in this pool. Would the Night Elves want this?
Grom's grimace gave Duque a headache. He thought to himself, Grom, have you misunderstood something? I've always been faithful, and I've always been this unscrupulous. What you saw before, what you believed, was just an illusion of an old man like you!
Grom had already mentally prepared himself that Savis would fly into a rage when he saw the pool and flip the table. When that happened, he would have to teach this fellow a lesson. Grom knew very well that as a powerful Breaking Dawn arcanist, Savis did not have many chances to fight.
It was very likely that there would only be one chance …
Just as Lord Roar was ready to fight, something happened that made Lord Roar break down.
"Ah — this power?! It's wonderful! "
Savis was like a starving wild dog that saw a steaming pile of shit when his stomach was rumbling. He almost pounced on it.
Ignoring the rain, Savis leaned against the side of the pool, his palms pressed against the decorative porcelain, looking like he wanted to take off his clothes and jump in.
How could Grom, who was ready to beat someone up, look at this?
Master Hou's face was about to crumble!
Duque's Whisper of the Wind reached Grom's ears unhurriedly. "You don't understand the so-called High Elves' obsession with power. For the sake of magic, they've already turned the Well of Eternity blacker than coal. Therefore, this color and this degree of evil are nothing. "
Ah! Is that even possible?
Grom's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
If Savis was the only one acting like this, then it could be said that Savis and Duque were putting on a show together. However, the two elven arcanists who came with Savis also stretched their necks, looking as if they couldn't wait to rush over and see what was going on. They were very excited by that pool of black sesame paste.
All right! You city people, oh, Pharaoh, really know how to have fun. Anyway, we, who play with axes, don't understand.
Grom was finally convinced.
Duque wasn't bluffing. At that moment, in Azshara City hundreds of kilometers away.
The storm had caused the dark lake water in the Well of Eternity to become turbulent, as if it was surging. In the distance, it set off a huge wave that almost covered the Azshara Palace. The black waves roared and slapped each other in the air, bursting with arcane energy.
In the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled as if a thousand violent dragons were charging from the shore …
As someone who had just teleported from the palace and witnessed the violence of the Well of Eternity and the calm of the pool of evil energy, Savis still cheered. "This energy is so stable!"
Yes, this was Duque's vomit, and the best part had been converted by Duque. But no matter how many impurities there were, it was still the purest dark energy in the Twisted Nether.
The concentration of magic was not at the same level as the Well of Eternity.
But unlike the high-purity magic well water in the Well of Eternity that could not be used directly, Duque's inferior dark energy could be easily absorbed by living beings.
It was because he could see this at a glance, and with Duque using the Burning Legion's name to swindle people, that Pharaoh, who was of a high level like Savis, did not doubt him at all.
Duque was cold and arrogant, and his "I'm your boss" aura instantly dominated the scene.
Purification is such a simple thing, and you want me, the Grand Lord of the Burning Legion, to do it?
Not to mention these pollutants, even if Duque pooped a pile of sh * t, Savis would probably eat it.
He had that pride.
You little Night Elves want to ride on my coattails, right?
Now that the coattails are here, kneel and lick them!
You want power, right?
I gave it to you, but what about your sincerity?
Duque did not say a word, but his eyes and his aura said so.
Duque's eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent. Savis, know your place. If you don't satisfy me, don't blame me for starting a massacre.
Savis shuddered.
The carrot and the stick always arrived at the same time.
Since the Grand Lord of the Burning Legion had fulfilled his promise, it was obviously time to pay the bill.
Savis, this bastard who cheated his dream lover, his country, and his compatriots, decisively sold himself and his resources.
"Lord Mark Dooku! My direct subordinates and I are willing to offer our souls to the army. I will also bring Her Majesty Queen Azshara here to pay her respects to you within today. "Savis's words were resolute and sonorous.
Selling souls and lives just like that!
Grom, who was watching from the side, felt his teeth ache when he saw this heroic and righteous act.
At this moment, Grom finally had the most direct and deep understanding of how crazy the ancient Night Elf Mages were when it came to pursuing power.
Duque did not even lift his eyelids. He snorted in disdain and pointed at the black sesame paste on the floor in front of him.
Even in the eyes of the Beastmen who did not like cleanliness, that place was filthy and smelly.
Savis, on the other hand, was like a dog chasing a bone. He crawled over respectfully and prostrated on the black mud and rainwater, his forehead touching the ground.
"My Lord, please grant me power!"
It was not just him. Even the Radiant Moon Elven Wizard who came with him knelt on the ground.
Duque's lips parted slightly. "Dark energy is powerful! Dark energy is also great! It is the noble power that the great commander, Sargeras, bestowed upon the chosen races that transcend the mortal world. Weak trash has no right to receive dark energy — "
As Duque's voice grew louder and louder, like thunder, an IMAX screen appeared behind Duque. It was a huge illusory screen that was fifteen meters tall.
"Look up! Look at the fate of those inferior races! "
The faces of the three elves who looked up were twitching. This was because in the image, over twenty creatures of different races had exploded and died. But the one who succeeded in the end showed an incomparably powerful increase in power.
Duque was majestic and domineering. "Savis! Let me ask you — are you willing to accept the baptism of dark energy under the flag of the legion? "
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