"I, Duke Marcus, in my capacity as the supreme commander of the Alliance, declare …"
"I, Sal, in my capacity as the chief of the Horde, declare …"
Two voices, in different languages, simultaneously synchronized in every magic communication channel and broadcast on every magic loudspeaker.
"The cruel ancient evil god C 'Thun has been defeated by the combined forces of the dragons, the Alliance, and the Horde!"
The moment the two broadcasts stopped, there was a very brief silence, as if a god had come and zipped everyone's mouth, forbidding them from speaking.
After a short pause, the gears of time began to turn again.
In a flash, loud cheers erupted in every corner of Silithus at the same time.
In the emotionless desert, it seemed that every grain of sand was instantly heated up by the enthusiasm of the people, and even the air was boiling!
"Hahahaha!"
"Dead! Dead? "
"Who asked you to show off!?"
"What ancient god? To hell with it! Bah! "
"Bastard, can you see it in heaven? I, your father, have avenged you! "
Who was laughing and celebrating?
Who was crying sadly?
The news of C 'Thun's annihilation spread throughout Silithus in the shortest amount of time, as if it had grown wings. Then, through magic, it spread to Theramore and Orgrimmar, which were thousands of miles away. It crossed the Endless Sea and reached the Eastern Kingdom.
Hundreds of thousands of allied soldiers shouted wildly, their tears and smiles mixed together, but it did not seem out of place at all.
The Tauren carried the Gnome on his neck as if it was a normal thing.
Orcs and humans put their arms around each other's shoulders, trolls and dwarves looked at each other and danced. All the incredible things before the war happened at this moment.
When Duque announced that the war was over and that hundreds of tons of wine would be shipped, the atmosphere reached its peak.
Duque had long foreseen the fall of C 'Thun, and under the premise of meeting the military needs, he secretly prepared a celebration ceremony.
When hundreds of portals opened at the various gathering points of Silithus' soldiers, when the tavern attendants were transferred over to push barrels of fine wine through the portals and open the barrels, letting the overflowing aroma of wine spread in all directions, not a single warrior could control himself.
"Don't push! Don't push! Line up! Even the Alliance Tribe has a share! "
With the Holy Knights maintaining order and millions of gold coins opening the way, Thrall, who saw this scene in the magic mirror, was shocked by Duque's generosity.
The scorching lava was erupting more than ten steps away, but under the cover of the large ice base that Duque had constructed with the Frost Element, not a single bit of heat was transmitted to him. Instead, there was a faint chill, giving off a surreal feeling.
Sal turned his head. "Duque, did you foresee C 'Thun's fall long ago?"
Duque pursed his lips. "No! However, I think that at least if we fail and have to wait for death, we can still drink away our sorrows. "
"Humph! I don't believe a single word you're saying now. "
Duque shrugged. "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it myself."
"…"
He had seen scoundrels before, but he had never seen such a scoundrel.
Sal suddenly realized that his cultivation was not enough! Sal scratched his head and was about to say something when Watkin stopped him. As a great chief, once the battle was over, there would be a lot of things to do.
At this time, Jaina came over, pulled on Duque's sleeve, and said in a voice that sounded like a dream, "Hey, Duque, is C 'Thun dead?"
Duque raised his head, then twisted his slightly sore neck. "Since the beginning of human civilization, we have always wanted to kill all the rats and cockroaches, but what happened?"
Jaina's face suddenly turned a little ugly. "This result is terrible."
Duque, however, shook his head and smiled. "You missed a lot of things. From the point of view of the continuation of life, no existence can completely destroy a divine creature that can reproduce infinitely. "
"Then …"
"From the point of view of the gods, although C 'Thun is not completely finished, it has completely lost its territory and foundation. In all senses, it is no different from being finished. It has already been eliminated from this multi-party game around Planet Azeroth. Forget about reviving and coming back, it's still unknown whether the other Ancient Gods will let it go. "
N 'Zoth, Yogg-Saron, and the others were not good people.
In the eyes of mortals, the defeated C 'Thun had no value other than contributing equipment. In the eyes of the other Ancient Gods, C 'Thun's remaining Chaos Divinity and Divine Spark Fragments were the greatest treasure trove.
Unfortunately, those things were also toxic to Duque, so he could only let those guys take advantage of them.
As the greatest reflection of a god's characteristics, divinity had the deepest level of the god's will imprint, and was definitely the most troublesome. Although Duque could purify those divinities, it was extremely not cost-effective.
This was like extracting beneficial substances from a pile of feces. In theory, there were drops, but who would be willing to extract them? How much effort and energy would be wasted? This was a big problem in itself.
As for the Divine Spark Fragment, this thing was the upper limit of divine power that a god could contain. In theory, it was also a good thing, but Duque still politely declined it. Because the direction C 'Thun was going was not in line with Duque's. A small corrosive element in Logia?
What the hell was that?
Duque did not need those things. What Duque really wanted was …
Suddenly, in the underground space that had been blown open, everyone felt an inexplicable throbbing.
Whether it was the mortal heroes or the Guardian Dragons that were supposed to be high and mighty, they all raised their heads one by one.
Suddenly, they felt that they had temporarily lost contact with the power that they were familiar with.
What was reflected in their vision was a still world. The wind was still, and every grain of dust that was blown by the wind was still in a spinning position. There was neither the agitation of the elements, nor the passage of time. They watched the faint light of the sun pouring down from the hole in the dome, and it was a warm scene.
The sudden sense of loss after losing their powers did not bring them panic. The biggest reason was that a sense of tranquility and warmth filled their hearts.
That was — the feeling of a mother.
The next moment, time seemed to flow again. Everything in the world seemed to be in high spirits because of the arrival of a will.
To be precise, it was not a single will.
It was more like an amalgamation of countless wills.
Some were living, some were determined to be dead by mortals, and there were also many wills of wandering souls. All the wills gathered together, forming a relatively unified will.
At this moment, this will said a sentence in the common language, "Thank you, Duke Marcus!"
Then, this will disappeared without a trace.
"Phew!" Duque let out a long turbid breath, "This is what I wanted …"
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