In a sense, Azeroth was also a world where blood and lives were used to prove that working together could kill all enemies.
Elite monsters that one person couldn't kill, two more people could do it.
Dungeons that one person definitely couldn't do it, four more companions could do it.
Bosses that one person couldn't do it alone, a group of 39 bandits could do it.
Apart from childbirth, which couldn't be sped up by numbers, there wasn't anything that couldn't be solved with numbers.
Being able to kill enemies and protect subordinates was a lesson that every boss had to learn.
If Vashj was on Duque's side, Duque would have to give her a good review.
But Vashj was an enemy, and she made such an exaggerated statement in such a condescending manner. Duque wasn't happy.
Didn't you say that my smurf could come over and act cool?
You, Vashj, have already finished showing off. What about all the planning that I've done for so long?
It wasn't that Duque didn't have a trump card, but the reason why it was called a trump card meant that it couldn't be played easily.
This trump card was the Magic Net.
As long as Mark Dooku existed, the magic net would cover the area. It was said to provide stable magical communication for the allies, but in reality, when necessary, it could become a special channel for Du Ke to smuggle his personal goods.
But Duque didn't want to use it now.
Whether it was magical communication or magical power transmission, magical power traveled through the void, and the void wasn't a so-called superconductor that didn't have energy attenuation.
How could it be easy for Duque to connect magical power from Azeroth through the Dark Portal and then cross the energy-poor Hellfire Peninsula?
For every 100 units of magical power transmitted, at least 80 to 95 units would be wasted.
If he wanted to send the Sword Emperor of the Twin Emperors over and display demigod-level power, it meant that Duque would have to use up half of the magical power that the Magic Net had accumulated with great difficulty.
Just imagining that situation made Duque's flesh hurt.
But Duque didn't have any powerful helpers. To hold Vashj back, Bu Laing might be able to fight with all his strength, but who was next to Vashj?
The System immediately confirmed that Duque's thoughts were correct — the unstable Hyddus was another troublesome Water Elemental Boss.
Three of the Serpent Temple's six big shots had already arrived. Excluding Yuslar, whose body was even larger and couldn't swim in shallow water, Vashj might still have two other BOSSes hidden behind them.
What to do?
Duque was worried sick.
It seemed like William had unintentionally become a target, and the plan had obviously failed.
If Vashj attacked, but she didn't want to waste the mana of the Weave, what should she do?
I'm also in despair!
Just then, Bu Laing made an almost undetectable gesture, and the sorcerer in charge of magical communication immediately notified the captain of the flying battleship in the sky.
Another 4000-pound bomb fell from the sky.
"Swish —"
Just the sound of his descent through the air was enough to make the distant Gryphon Legion soldiers feel their scalps go numb.
Duque sighed.
Sure enough, what happened next was as expected.
"Plop! Plop!" When the giant bomb, which was slightly larger than a carriage carriage, fell a hundred meters above Vashj, the entire bomb was suddenly wrapped in an even larger water ball.
It looked as ridiculous as a gummy candy.
"Pfft!" The water ball wrapped in the large bomb showed unimaginable elasticity. It actually fell from the sky and smashed less than twenty steps away from Vashj. Not to mention exploding, it didn't even make a sound.
Duque and Bu Laing's pupils suddenly shrank.
For some reason, Duque suddenly thought of a very classic saying: "All bullets and cannonballs are just flying tools that fly a little faster."
Yes!
As long as one had the speed to eliminate its power, then all bullets and cannonballs were nothing.
In the world of martial arts, only speed was unbeatable!
It was simply too easy for a powerhouse to deal with a freefalling bomb.
An unforeseen event that no one had expected happened at this moment.
There was no taunting or signs of a fight. Vashj's left hand held her incomparably famous longbow among the players, and the three arms on her right actually made a saluting gesture at the same time.
This time, Duque's already shrunken pupils suddenly shrank again, shrinking to the size of a needle.
Memories that had been sealed for a long time were instantly triggered.
"I remember this gesture!" In Karazhan, Duque's main body suddenly stood up.
Of course he remembered, because he had returned to the War of the Ancients. During those days in Queen Azshara's palace, every maid of the Queen had saluted him like this. At that time, his identity was still the Void Lord of the Infernal Affairs.
Suddenly, Duke thought of a possibility — the maid, Celaika, whom he abandoned when Azshara City was destroyed because of her half-heartedness.
Could it be that Valeria was …
This feeling was a bit absurd, but the more Duque thought about it, the less certain he was.
That's right, in history, Vashj was a maid of Queen Azshara. Later, for some unknown reason, she left the Queen and ran off to do things alone. Later, she joined Illidan, and in the end, she was killed by the Cenarion Expeditionary Army and mortal heroes in the Serpentshrine Cavern in the Outland.
This possibility made Duque shudder a little.
This was not good news.
Although he had left a contingency plan for Valeria, he did not know if that contingency plan had been successfully activated. He also did not know what Valeria's personality was like after ten thousand years.
The Night Elves were extremely long-lived.
Similarly, ten thousand years could completely change a person.
One had to know that even Tyrande, who bathed in the moonlight all year round, had the guidance of a goddess, an adopted daughter, and a group of believers and an entire race to keep her busy, almost had her heart twisted.
Not to mention those who were locked up in the darkness and suffering.
Illidan was locked up for ten thousand years, but on the surface, he was still willing to fight for Tyrande. In the original history, he also wanted to play Infernal Affairs from the bottom of his heart, but in this life, no one could guarantee anything. Anyway, looking at how decisive he was in killing, he was not far from being a psychopath.
Alright, let's change to Vashj.
Let's say that Valeria was Vashj, but so what?
In this life, Queen Azshara and the elite High Elves who were loyal to her miraculously survived the disaster, but were similarly tortured by the aftermath of the energy released by the Well of Eternity.
When Azshara City was dragged under the roaring sea by the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the desperate Elves had no choice but to accept N 'Zoth's poison curse, and to survive, they had no choice but to accept their new form — becoming the snake Nagas filled with hatred.
No one could guarantee that Valeria would not be like Queen Azshara, constantly expanding her own hatred and anger, and finally falling into a serious and irreversible state of madness.
On the other side, seeing Duque's shocked expression, Vashj's face showed an intriguing smile.
"It seems that today is not a good time for a decisive battle. So be it, I will wait for your arrival at the Serpentshrine Cavern with my strongest subordinates. "
After saying that, she seemed to take another look at Duque.
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