It wasn't through divine power, but pure magic to control a character that could be considered his clone.
Who knew how many galaxies away, but controlling the entire situation, other than Duque, there was no one else who could play such a difficult game.
Gianna was convinced of Duke's abilities.
"When are you going to get me a clone like this to play with?"
"Please forgive me for refusing," Duque said firmly.
"Why?"
"What if you lose, and your character is desecrated? Even though I know it's not you, I'll still be upset! "
What green forgiveness? That was the most annoying.
Jaina rolled her eyes and didn't insist. In her eyes, not every Mage was called Duke Marcus, and not every Mage had the shocking talent of casting multiple spells.
Let's not talk about Karazhan for now.
In the Dark Portal, Duque's clone, who had changed his name to Mark Dooku, clearly transmitted all his senses to the main body.
Boom! A huge green stone fell from the sky.
It directly smashed a steam tank, and the broken metal parts flew everywhere, causing a second wave of damage to the surrounding Alliance soldiers. The crowd simply fell to the ground one after another.
"Damn! Hellfire!? " The Knight called Thomas raised his shield and very considerately protected himself and the Mage who called himself Mark.
"Shield Wall? Are you also a professional? "Duque asked.
Let me emphasize, in the standard sense, a Knight was a noble title between a noble and a commoner. Cavalry was a soldier, while Holy Knights were professionals.
"Yes, a mid-level Warrior. Right, can you deal with that thing? " Thomas pointed his sword at the Hellfire monster that quickly turned from a large stone into a green giant bathed in fire.
"Don't joke. Mages would be exhausted if they could win against that. "
In fact, they didn't even need to do anything.
There was an Alliance Second Lieutenant who shouted, "Holy Light Iron Fist! Who has the Holy Light Iron Fist? "
The full name of the Holy Light Iron Fist was [Highly Concentrated Holy Light Shoulder-Type Demon-Fighting Weapon]. Because it looked like a rocket launcher with the word "Iron Fist" on it, the soldiers called it the Holy Light Iron Fist.
This was light equipment that the Alliance had specially developed for ordinary soldiers without Holy Light and Mana to fight against large demons.
A rocket filled with highly concentrated Stratholme Holy Water was inserted into a simple hollow iron tube as thick as an arm. With a small amount of gunpowder sealed at the tail of the rocket to ignite, the anti-demon rocket could be launched fifty meters away. Of course, due to the lack of accuracy, the Holy Light Rocket Launcher would basically fly away after exceeding 30 meters.
But it didn't matter, because it was filled with holy water, and the bullets were made of fragile plastic. As long as it wasn't a Demon Warlock or a vital point that was hit, even if a person was hit, other than a slight dizziness, it was no different from taking a bath.
They didn't even have to worry about accidentally injuring someone.
The moment the Iron Fist of Holy Light was launched, it received a lot of praise from the middle and lower-ranking soldiers.
Without the support of heavy weapons, it was still better than fighting the demons with swords and spears.
The Hellfire, which was more than three stories tall, discovered these short creatures and shot a few beams of light at them. It did not dodge. As a meat shield in the Burning Legion's charge, the word 'dodge' never existed in its mind.
Using the Iron Fist of Holy Light to fight it was as easy as shooting a target during training.
Several Holy Light Missiles left a long trail of golden flames behind as they plunged headfirst into the Hellfire's huge body. It was very eye-catching.
The ferocious body of the Hellfire suddenly stopped, and then in a short second, rays of golden light escaped from its body.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, the whole Hellfire was blown to pieces in front of nearly a hundred Alliance soldiers.
"Hahaha! Long live the Alliance! "
"Long live Duke Marcus!"
The thrill of defeating a monster that was larger than one could imagine was indescribable.
Thomas, like the other Alliance soldiers, shouted excitedly and whistled.
Only then did he realize that the young Mage behind him wasn't very surprised. "You've seen the Hellfire with your own eyes?"
Mark Dooku, who was being controlled by Duque, smiled. "I saw it on Mount Hyjal."
"Oh, oh, oh! That's amazing! Brothers, protect this young Mage, Lord Dooku. He experienced the Battle of Mount Hyjal. "
"Wow! Amazing! "The soldiers beside him chimed in.
A situation that even Duque didn't expect happened. The soldiers around him spontaneously formed a circle with him as the center.
Seeing Duque's dumbfounded look, Thomas smiled. "Don't be surprised! This is just the experience of everyone in the war. We're not the lucky Stormwind or Lordaeron, and we're not dwarves or elves either. The scattered soldiers of the other small countries are used to grouping around the strong. "
Duque understood immediately.
Even today, the Alliance still claimed to be the eleven kingdoms, but only he himself knew how much of an exaggeration it was.
Originally, among the seven human kingdoms, Gilnis had left the Alliance after World War II and had been closed off. There were only six left. Even though all of the seven kingdoms had had their capital destroyed, Stormwind, which was the first to be destroyed, recovered the best.
Today, because of Duque's existence, the six human kingdoms in the Alliance had long been divided into different levels: Stormwind was the strongest, Lordaeron and Dalajan were second, Kurtiras and Alterac were a level lower, and the weakest was naturally Stormgard, which hadn't even recovered its kingdom title.
The people of Stormgard were also tired!
After Duke Marcus, who was born as a commoner, became the uncrowned king of the Alliance, the nobility had faded a lot. However, ideas that had settled down for 2,800 years were not so easy to change. When Torrential Fortress was destroyed, their disappointing king, Garin Trollbane, died at the hands of the Scourge Army, and was humiliated into becoming a servant of the Lich King.
Thinking about how awesome Garin's father, King Solas, was, beating up the Trolls was as easy as drinking water. Compared to this brainless and cowardly person, the brave Highlanders felt extremely aggrieved.
Restoring a kingdom was not an easy task. Even if the Alliance's commander, Duque, had already said that he would support the people of Stormgard to restore their kingdom, they still needed a king!
Unlike the Barov Family in Alterac, the few old Highland nobles were basically the same in terms of reputation and power. It could be said that none of them were willing to submit to the others.
At this time, the higher-ups of the Alliance revealed that the Highland hero of the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, Danath Trollbane, was not only the nephew of the late king Solas, but also bravely led the vanguard to attack Draenor for the Alliance.
The people of Stormgard were instantly excited.
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