After all, the previous system notification said, "If you can absorb more elemental divinity, the power of the divine sword will be greatly increased."
Now, it was strongly recommended to come back after leveling up. There was only one explanation — injecting it after leveling up would be more beneficial to Duque.
If Duque was still in a slightly confused state before, now Duque had completely understood that the time to break through to Demigod had come.
As long as he finished up the work in Naxxramas …
With Atiesh, Duque was now a genuine Guardian of Azeroth. If there was anything different between him and the previous Guardians, it was that he lacked the demigod magic that was infused by all the members of the Tirisfal Council.
That wasn't important. As long as he broke through to Demigod, everything would be solved.
Duke lifted Atiesh gently and immediately felt that his arcane magic circuit had increased by more than 200%. The surging magic power reverberated in the huge circuit formed by the connection between himself and the divine artifact staff.
If Duke, who was a third-class Breaking Dawn, was able to produce large rivers and lakes of mana every second, he would feel like he was in the middle of an ocean right now.
Duque turned to face the soul of the ice dragon and said loudly, "Sapphiron, I ask you, are you willing to be under my command and become my exclusive Elemental Emissary? Fight to protect the World of Azeroth, wash away your sins, and achieve the ultimate goal of returning your soul to the Temple of Dragon Sleep? "
There was nothing to think about. Sapphiron, who was in soul form, lowered his proud head. "I am willing!"
Duque didn't say anything else. He raised his staff high, and a beam of blue light shot toward Sapphiron's huge soul. Like silk being spun from a cocoon, everyone vaguely saw countless black threads being drawn out of Sapphiron's soul and dissipating in the air. Then the frost aura in the entire hall began to gather on Sapphiron's spiritual body.
A series of sizzling sounds rang out. Under Duque's extraordinary magic power, not only Sapphiron, but even the hall they were in felt like it was being frozen.
It was just that one was coming out, and the other was coming in.
As the entire space began to become illusory, Sapphiron's soul began to materialize.
The ugly white bones were covered by muscles formed by the condensation of elements. Then, a dragon skin as white as snow appeared out of thin air.
Ten seconds later, there was one less fallen Bone Dragon in the world, and one more Elemental Dragon that was transformed from the purest Frost Element.
From this moment on, Sapphiron became an elemental creature similar to the Fire Phoenix.
After dealing with Sapphiron, it was time to split the loot.
The Alliance heroes quickly and simply picked out the Epic equipment that they wanted. Of course, Naxxramas' equipment was only at level 80. The rest of the equipment was equivalent to level 60 in the game, so the 15 of them were not interested in it. They would probably leave it for William and the rest.
On this day, in the Cenarion Fortress in the north of Silithus, the battle was still at a stalemate.
Although the allied forces had gathered the elites of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Dragon race, they were still unable to push the battle to the Wall of Beetles in the middle of Silithus, let alone the Temple of Ahn 'Qiraj.
Grom Hellhowl, who was covered in mud, was covered in green and yellow. These were the body fluids of the insects. After solidifying, not only did they emit a foul smell, but they also looked very funny.
Lord Howl, who had retreated to the fortress, could not help but complain to Thrall, "Great Chief, how long are we going to defend? If we really can't, we can form an assault team and destroy some damned insect nest first. "
Thrall did not answer directly. Instead, he asked, "How many elites do you think the Horde will sacrifice to achieve this goal?"
Lord Howl was stunned. His expression was one of unwillingness at first, but then it turned gloomy. Although the Horde had brought tens of thousands of people this time, they did not even need to compare it with the thousands of elites who had attacked Blackrock Mountain. Just by looking at the old and the young, one could tell that this Horde army was just for show.
It was now the seventh year of the Westward Expedition. It was far from enough for the new generation of Orcs to grow up. Those five or six year old children would need at least ten more years before they could barely fight. There were only a hundred thousand Orcs in the Westward Expedition.
After the conflict with the Night Elves in Grey Valley, the Burning Legion's invasion of Mount Hyjal, and the latest battle with the beetles, it could be said that almost all the Orcs who could fight were here.
Without the support of the Tauren, Trolls, and Goblins, the Horde would not even be able to gather a hundred thousand troops.
The Tauren had never been a race with a large population. To be able to bring out five thousand soldiers was already the result of Cain's full support. Wojin's Darkspear clan was also a branch of the Trolls. Ten thousand soldiers was the limit.
If this army was all lost here, then the Horde did not need to say anything. If the Alliance turned against them, they would have to destroy themselves here.
This time, the Horde's territory was the most directly affected by the swarm of insects.
If the Alliance was ruthless enough, they could wait until the Horde's warriors were all killed, and then come to pick up the spoils. The Alliance was also suffering from internal and external problems. For them to be able to bring out so many troops so quickly, everyone in the Horde with a bit of brains felt that the Alliance was very generous.
Although the situation was not good, the stupid insects would not learn to intercept the Alliance's supply railway. With the continuous flow of firearms, the battle loss ratio was still very eye-catching.
Often, the death of a hundred giant insects taller than the Orcs was the sacrifice of one Alliance or Horde warrior. In a situation where the Alliance's priests were so powerful, as long as they were not beheaded on the spot and dragged to the rear, even if they were still breathing, they could be saved.
Therefore, when Duque made it clear that they would wait until they dealt with Naxxramas or Zul 'Gurub before taking further action, Sal and Wojin raised their limbs and voted in favor.
Not many people would die, and it would allow the young Orc warriors to gain valuable combat experience. This kind of good thing did not happen every day.
Other than the worry that after the Alliance and the Horde joined forces, it would increase the possibility of the Horde being annexed, there was nothing bad about it.
Just as Grom was about to leave, Sal and the others suddenly heard a shrill cry, "Warning — there are Army-level insects!"
Army-level insects were super large insects that could only be killed by an entire army.
Thrall and Grom turned their heads and saw the mountain-like beetle in the distance.
"Again!? Damn it! There are more and more of these things recently! "Grom spat fiercely, then picked up his Bloodhowl and turned to leave.
"Wait! Let's go together! "
Army-level insects also meant the terrible vitality of the insects. Although the attack power of that thing was not too terrible, the giant beetle was basically immune to existing artillery fire. If it was allowed to rush to the edge of the fortress, it would undoubtedly greatly affect the line of defense.
Once the line of defense collapsed, it would be filled with human lives.
In the absence of the main force of the Alliance, the lives of the Horde warriors would naturally be filled.
At this moment, there was a sudden roar of cannons from the clouds. Obviously, it was a terrifying cannon that far exceeded all the cannons in the Cenarion Fortress. One shot overturned the Army-level giant insects.
There was Duque's laughter in the air, "Yo! Looks like we made it! "
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