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Chapter 1171

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Ragnaros turned his head and said angrily to Duque and the others, "Now it's your turn. You've foolishly pursued Ragnaros' power, and now you're about to see it with your own eyes. Go to hell, mortals! "

Along with his thunderous voice, the Fire Demon King Ragnaros raised his huge red and black warhammer high.

At this moment, the entire hero group remained unmoved, and only Duque snapped his fingers.

* Rumble — *

* Rumble — *

A rumbling sound that shook the entire Lava World suddenly came from afar.

Ragnaros was stunned. "This is …"

The sound came from afar and spread at high speed, and then even the ceiling of the rock cave where Ragnaros was located began to tremble. Under the illumination of the lava, the stone pillars and the load-bearing rock walls that supported the giant cave creaked and shook incessantly. Sand and stones fell one after another, as if this not-so-small space could collapse at any time due to the violent earthquake.

Ragnaros himself was the largest fire elemental, and mortals would not be able to tell anything from his so-called expression.

As the overlord of the elemental world who had once dominated the ancient Kalimdor continent, how could Ragnaros' power just be ordinary?

"Mortal! What have you done!? "

His angry roar was accompanied by a copious amount of pressure that spread in all directions. Just his roar alone caused the rivers of lava on both sides of the stone path to react.

It was as if every drop of hot lava in the surroundings had increased in temperature by a few thousand degrees after hearing his voice.

The rivers of lava made a continuous gurgling sound, as if fanatics were loudly praising Ragnaros as the "Burning World", the "Master of Fire Purgatory", and the mighty name of the Fire Demon King.

The melee professionals closest to the Fire Demon King were the first to bear the brunt. After all, most of them were battle-hardened and determined.

As for Kalia and Sally, who were participating in a battle of this level for the first time, their faces were deathly pale. It was unknown whether it was because they were frightened or because the temperature was too high, but sweat poured down their foreheads like rain, gathering into small streams and sliding down their beautiful faces.

Their eyes alternated between pitch-black and red. Their wills were like a lone boat that had strayed into a river of lava, about to be engulfed by a fiery hell at any moment.

Just as they were trying their best to hold the new Epic-level staff [Blessing] in their hands, encouraging themselves with the will of the priests to not succumb to the terrifying pressure of the Fire Demon King, the cold aura that had been protecting each and every one of them suddenly intensified.

"Yo! Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King! It seems like you haven't learned your lesson from your defeat in the War of the Sovereigns! Is it because you've been asleep for too long that you've forgotten that this is the era of mortals? " Du Ke played it down, but his voice was clear, causing the weaker members to tremble.

The frost aura emanating from Duque's body was so strong that even Queen Sylvie, who was slightly closer to him, could not stand it. Her face turned pale and her teeth chattered.

Even so, the stubborn Cirvanas never left Duke's side even half a step.

"Sorry!" Duque turned his head and said softly. He then quickly adjusted his magic circuits and the output of frost elemental energy.

Jaina and Rhonin looked at Duque in shock. This was the first time they had seen Duque unleash his frost elemental energy.

After entering the Molten Core, he had reminded Rhonin time and time again that an individual's strength was limited. There was no need to fight against the entire Flame World with Breaking Dawn magic.

Why did Duque take the lead to violate this iron rule?

Did he dare to use mere mortal strength to fight against a demigod Elemental King who had the terrain advantage?!

Duque drew his sword!

Although it was a little inappropriate for the strongest Pharaoh to slash someone with a sword, Duque had indeed drawn his sword.

More than 50% of his mana was poured into this sword, and it shot towards Ragnaros' left arm like a bolt of lightning.

A streak of icy cold light streaked across the sky. In his field of vision, it even more so split this scorching hot world into two.

Amidst the sky full of sparks.

Everyone, including the fire elemental servants hiding in the river of lava, saw Ragnaros' right arm suddenly explode into a sky full of sparks. Then, a hole large enough for a carriage to pass through appeared on the arm below his right wrist.

There were traces of cold air on the hole, and frost elemental energy swirled there like an ice tornado, resisting and wearing away at the endless fire elemental energy in Ragnaros' body.

The Alliance and Horde heroes all opened their mouths wide in shock.

They could not understand what was going on.

They could tell from the frost aura that Duque had used up a large portion of Duque's mana. To them, this was like hitting a rock with an egg.

Why did Duque make such an unwise move?

Ragnaros laughed sinisterly, but his smile froze in the next second. It was as if he heard the most inconceivable sound in his life.

Duque's seemingly unplanned attack was just the beginning, and it was far from the end.

After Duque's Frost Sword pierced through Ragnaros, the remaining force of the sword did not dissipate. It directly shot into a huge lava wall 250 meters behind the Fire Demon King. The cold light sunk deep into the wall, and there seemed to be no more sound.

Just a moment later, a rustling sound came from the depths of the stone wall, as if something had broken. It was as if Duque's sword had touched a taboo in the stone wall.

There was a loud bang, and a huge water column suddenly sprayed out of the deep cave, instantly lowering the temperature of the entire huge cave by at least 10 degrees Celsius.

Duque waved the divine sword Gandalf. This time, the sword light was not as strong as before, but it was still sharp.

Even if Lager wanted to stop Duque, he could not stop him from destroying the huge rock walls around him at high speed.

When the originally solid rock layers crisscrossed and cracked, more water columns sprayed out.

In this space that was originally surrounded by flames and rocks, everyone saw a strange scene that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Countless water columns of different sizes sprayed a huge amount of water at the Fire Demon King like a sprinkler.

However, before all the water reached his huge body, it was instantly evaporated by the high heat around the Fire Demon King. Clouds that were visible to the naked eye appeared around Ragnaros.

It was water vapor that evaporated from his high temperature. The water vapor did not directly hit Lager. Instead, it slowly rose and circled above his head to form clouds.

Duque smirked. "Sorry! Great Fire Demon King, it seems that from today on, your Molten Core will become history! "

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