Through the feedback from the mirror image, Duque let out a long sigh of relief when he found out that the main force did not come to support him. Instead, they went straight to the Molten Hound King.
Initially, Duque had been thinking of nurturing William if he had the chance. However, it had turned into an extremely urgent battle of life and death. Duque was a little sad, but he wasn't surprised.
After spending so much time in Azeroth, Duque had learned a lesson. No matter how weak a boss was, it wouldn't stick its neck out for you to chop.
That was why Duque had long since lured the Horde into fighting Nefarian. Even if the Horde couldn't win, he couldn't let Nefarian be in a guerrilla position so that he could attack the Alliance's rear at any time.
Now, it seemed that he had made the right move.
If the Alliance wanted to grasp the pulse of fate, they would need to kill at least half of the 10 leaders of the Molten Core.
Now that Boss One and Boss Three had been defeated, as long as Duque could drag it out long enough, Boss Two's Dog King Magmadar wouldn't be a problem.
The problem was the Bosses that were rushing over.
Duque assessed the situation.
Under the simultaneous manipulation of the System Elf, his Phantom Doppelganger and Mirror Doppelganger had already cleared half of the monsters.
The focus was still on Baron Geddon and the Bosses that were likely to come.
Majordomo Executus, the manager of Ol 'Nine, was a strategist, but his combat power was not high. Without its underlings, it was just a coward.
Old Eight was the boss of the Lava Giants, Guremange the Incinerator. His huge body and hopelessly slow movement speed made it impossible for him to come all the way to the exhibition.
Although Old Seven's Saffron Forerunner was a Fire Demon, according to the scale of the map, it was at least 500 kilometers away from here. It should not be able to make it in time.
The appearance of Garland, the leader of the Earth Elementals in Ol 'Four, was inevitable.
Baron Geddon was already in front of him.
The only variable was the sixth Boss, Fire Demon Boss Shazzrah. This fellow was a disgusting person who could teleport and cause explosions everywhere he went, scaring people. If it appeared alone, it would not be a problem at all. If it came out to cause trouble while the team was attacking Garland and Baron Geddon, it would not be surprising for the team to be wiped out.
Fortunately, it couldn't rely on itself to teleport, so it probably had to run all the way here.
Even so, Duke still didn't want to see more than one Boss at the same time.
Because in his mind, Duque did not even want to imagine the scene of his lover lying in a pool of blood.
He could resurrect, but they couldn't.
Duque suddenly gave a wry smile!
"So, the key to not being caught in a pincer attack is to see if you can kill quickly? In the end, the burden is still on my shoulders. Maybe … this is what men are like! "
Duque's figure appeared in front of Baron Geddon again.
A man.
A leader.
The two enemies, who were hundreds of times different in size, stared at each other from afar.
"In the name of the Fire Demon King — die! Human! "That was the Flame Lord's earth-shattering roar.
"In the name of the Great Alliance, perish! Bastard! "This was the determination of the Alliance Commander.
[Living Bomb] and [Mana Combustion] descended again!
But this time, Baron Geddon didn't hit anything. The target it locked on, in the first tenth of a second before it attacked, was still breathing, had magic flowing, and had a complex magic circuit.
However, after it threw out the ultimate skill, it hit an empty human figure that instantly dissipated, as if its fatal magic had only hit a mass of air.
Fake!
Fake!
Everything was fake!
After hitting twelve extremely realistic mirror images in a row, even though Baron Geddon was a fire elemental with a high degree of intelligence, it had to start to doubt its own judgment.
Where was the abominable human who killed its companion?
Couldn't find him?
It didn't matter!
The fire elemental had its own unique way of finding people.
Baron Geddon suddenly roared, "Repent in the fiery hell! Human! "
Suddenly, an extremely standard huge ring of fire, with its conical "foot" as the center, spread in all directions at a high speed.
The huge wave of fire easily engulfed everything in its surroundings and burned them to ashes.
The super-high temperature wave of fire even blew up a few Lava Surges that were running back and forth and constantly attacking the illusion of Duque.
The surging waves of flames engulfed every crevice in the sunken cave.
At this moment, a figure was forced out of stealth mode.
It was Duke. He was bathed in fire, and even the hair on his body was on fire. But he still made a throwing gesture without a care.
"Ha!"
He exhaled and used the last of his strength to throw an icicle more than a meter long at Baron Geddon. Rather than saying it was an icicle, it looked more like a javelin.
This ice javelin, which seemed to come from the depths of hell, pierced through the curtain of fire without any hindrance, cut through the sky, and stuck straight into Baron Geddon's chest.
The baron didn't mind at all. If he could completely erase such a strong enemy from the world with a little injury, it would be worth it.
Unfortunately, the next second, he didn't think so.
Because more Duque appeared around him.
Front, back, left, right, up in the sky and down on the ground.
From the ground to the huge pillars, from the pillars to the top of the rock stratum, almost every place where a person could stand, there was a Duque holding up an ice javelin.
"I am Duque!"
"I am also Duque!"
"We have endless Duque's."
"You stupid guy, can you use your limited power to kill every 'me'?"
Those mirror images of "Duque" opened their mouths at the same time, but said different things, almost causing Baron Geddon to have a mental breakdown.
It wanted to treat these Duque's as fake illusions.
But they weren't.
Each of the Dukes could throw a javelin that hurt it.
On the other hand, no matter how many [Living Bombs] it used, it couldn't stop more Duque's from appearing in front of it.
If it wasn't careful, a Breaking Dawn level ice arrow would unequivocally give it deeper and heavier injuries.
Similarly, Duque, who poured most of his magic power into illusions and attacks, was extremely fragile at this time. If even a little bit of the overflowing destructive power fell on Duque, it would seriously injure Duque.
Duque's face was brimming with a rare smile.
This was a feeling he hadn't felt for a long time.
Dancing on the tip of a knife.
Disco dancing on a grave.
Singing loudly before death.
In the midst of despair and hardship, he wrote a heroic epic that belonged only to Duke alone.
How long did Duque fight? How many ice arrows did he shoot at Baron Geddon before he was killed?
Duque didn't even count himself.
When his magic circuit became empty, Duque finally waited for the next boss.
Duque smiled coolly. "Yo! You're a step too late. "
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