As Alonsos said this, Duque smiled.
As expected, this former Archbishop of the Holy Light was not a pedantic person who would not let go of benevolence and equality.
If he was a blockhead, he would not have created the Paladin, a vicious profession that could fight, defend, and heal, despite having short legs.
As a good friend and one of the biggest helpers on his path of growth, Duke naturally had to support Alonsos to the best of his abilities.
Isn't it just a movie?
I can do it too!
Duque waved his hand, and a Hollywood-level explosion happened.
A comet fell from the sky, and Tyrande showed what it meant to destroy your entire family.
In front of this earth-shattering destructive power that only the strongest demigods or true gods could resist, all mortal powers were useless.
A mushroom cloud rose.
The Ashe Hive exploded.
Mushroom clouds rose one after another.
The Zora Hive and Raigo Hive were finished too.
As the Emperor, he had never taken the low-level insects seriously. He could do whatever he wanted to the insects. But in front of the enemy, even the low-level insects could not be easily humiliated.
Duque's actions were a slap to the face, and a resounding slap at that.
Didn't you think that the insects were powerful?
Didn't you say that the insects were the rulers of Azeroth?
Why did they have to exterminate their entire clan?
The death of each insect queen represented the destruction of a hive and a branch of the insect race.
In the video, the number of insects killed and corpses collected by the Alliance and Horde alliance was clearly shown …
This kind of slap to the face with big data was crueler and more effective.
Not only that, Duque also provided real-time combat footage. At this moment, outside, the Alliance's cannons shook the sky, and mushroom clouds of various sizes rose in the empty space in front of the Ahn 'Qiraj Temple.
Not only did the insects at the center of the explosion die without a complete corpse, but even those within the range of the shockwave were stabbed to death by the sharp claws or broken limbs of their comrades.
In the air, there were not many insects that could escape the large-scale coverage of the Tyrande 3 bombs. Occasionally, a few of them managed to advance, but they had to face the barrage of magic bullets that poured down on them like a storm from the countless Magic Towers.
If he was lucky enough to come over, there would be gryphons and wyverns to intercept him at close range. It wasn't that there weren't any large bugs that tried to break through. There was one in the image that was as large as a train carriage that tried to break through. In the end, Onyxia, who was entrenched on the platform of the fortress, pounced on it. With a sweep of her dragon tail, it was smashed into pieces and fell to the ground.
The Twin Emperors felt as if their hearts had been cut by a knife.
The destruction of his clansmen was indeed heartbreaking.
What Duque showed next were the scenes of Archimonde, Ragnaros, Nefarian, Onyxia, and other powerful figures being defeated or killed.
Every scene was so soul-stirring that they were shocked speechless.
If it was an ordinary blow, although it was painful, they believed that they would be able to endure it in the end.
Even if they had to endure the punishment and torture of the Holy Light, they were confident that their souls would not fall.
Unfortunately, what they saw now was the greatest pain for them – because they saw the possibility of their master, C 'Thun, being defeated.
C 'Thun was not invincible. Twenty-five thousand years ago, he had been defeated once, and he had been defeated very, very badly.
Not only was he seriously injured, but he was also completely sealed, locked in the deepest part of the earth like a dog.
Our master might be defeated … Once this thought arose, it could not be extinguished.
Their only goal now was to persevere and refuse to give in to Duque. Although even the Twin Emperors themselves did not know what the meaning of their perseverance was, C 'Thun was like a bright light in the dark, the last breath that supported their will.
Duque's voice, which did not sound loud, was amplified by his divine power, almost ten times louder than a loudspeaker. Every note shook the Twin Emperors' minds.
"Stupid and pitiful creatures who can't see the big picture! Don't you know that the existence in front of the wheel of history, no matter how great or small you are, will be completely crushed? This is fate! "
Fate was a very mysterious word.
When someone was invincible, he was definitely a proud dragon, even daring to pierce through the sky.
When he was defeated and depressed, this word was the most terrible and unsolvable curse, firmly binding his soul, with no hope of breaking free.
Duque used the so-called fate to trick the Black Dragon Princess into becoming his mount after defeating her. When he had nothing to do, he would ride her for fun, and when he had something to do, he would ride her for battle.
It felt so good.
Now, Duque had used this trick on the Twin Emperors.
Duque's voice carried endless majesty and a hint of temptation, "Are you still stubborn? Do you still expect your master C 'Thun to turn the tables? This is ridiculous! The fate of C 'Thun's destruction has been decided. In a month at most, you can see C 'Thun's corpse. "
This time, not only did the Twin Emperors lose their voices, but even the Alliance's powerhouses looked shocked.
These words were too exaggerated!
"Impossible."
"You can't defeat our master!"
Not to mention the Twin Emperors, even the Alliance's powerhouses were anxious for Duque.
These words were too full of themselves. Even though C 'Thun had been seriously injured, he was still a true god. Originally, the Alliance's attack on Ahn 'Qiraj was something they had no choice but to do.
It wasn't easy for Duque to become a demi-god, which gave everyone more confidence.
In everyone's hearts, it would be good if they could grind C 'Thun to death or seal it again. Duque actually boasted that he could kill an ancient god in a month?
Even if everyone knew that Duque wanted to subdue two true demi-gods, that was too … too … too exaggerated!
Duque didn't care at all, and smiled with confidence, "Twin Emperors, why don't we make a bet?"
Duque's ambition was obvious, but the Twin Emperors couldn't be afraid. This was their last pride.
Veknilas's face was cold, "You're looking down on a true god too much."
Veknilas put on the same expression, "This kind of bet that we will definitely win is meaningless."
Duque still had his signature smile, "I'm only asking you, do you dare or not? As you said and did, the winner gets everything. Within a month, as long as the Alliance, Horde, and Dragon's hero group cannot defeat C 'Thun, or do not dare to fight C' Thun, I will naturally let you return to your master safely. At that time, if it wants to reconstruct your body or something else, I will not stop it. "
This bet could not be said to be small.
As a price, the Twin Emperors naturally knew what they had to pay.
The two brothers said in unison, "As long as you or the Alliance can defeat our master C 'Thun within a month, we will be loyal to you, and the entire Qiraj insect people will become the Alliance's slaves. Whether you want to enslave or slaughter them all, we won't complain."
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