The corpse that had been completely cut in half was in a strange position, like a broken doll. It twisted and spun a few times in the air before finally falling heavily to the ground. Blood should have been splattering everywhere from the cut, or at the very least, there should have been traces of blood. But now, there was only a white light.
The extremely cold Ice Elemental sealed the entire cut.
This scene made everyone's jaws drop.
The hoof's expression froze for a full three seconds before she said, "Mark, I didn't know you were so strong …"
Only now did everyone realize that it was the Alliance's envoy, Mark Dooku, who had appeared out of nowhere and killed the demoness in one shot.
Duke glanced at the situation on the side. Marald and the Dreadlord were still fighting each other. If he didn't intervene, there would be no clear winner in a short period of time. So, he didn't care anymore.
Turning around, Duque looked at the hoof who was still in a daze. "Are you alright?"
"You … You didn't send me to die?" The hoof asked out of nowhere, almost causing Duque to roll his eyes in anger.
I've already saved you, and you're still asking me this?
No, the hoof's IQ was now as high as 5 points. There was no way he could talk to her properly.
After a while, the hoof came back to her senses.
"Ah! Hurry up and help Marrad. "The hoof's IQ seemed to have increased a little. Hmm, not bad, it was about 50 points. Although it was still a distance away from the average human, at least it was more reliable.
Duque did not even look at her. "Imriel, let me tell you a little common sense. When the situation has been decided, leaving the battlefield to the real heroes is the glory of a man! "
"Oh." The hoof nodded as if she understood.
On the other side, the Dreadlord, Roserus, was actually scared out of his wits.
Others did not know how powerful Duque's move was, but Roserus, whose power was barely equivalent to that of a low-level Void Lord, had the ability to tell. That was at least a Breaking Dawn, and not an ordinary Breaking Dawn either. It was a powerhouse who was infinitely close to the Demigod Realm.
How did the small humans produce so many powerhouses?
Roserus did not have the time to care. He only knew that many of his compatriots had died in Azeroth, and even their souls could not return. Now, the grass on his grave was three feet high, and he had given away his great power to others to play with.
Demons were never loyal. The only thing that could make demons obey was power. None of the demons thought highly of Illidan, but Illidan, the lackey of the army, seemed to be quite strong, so they reluctantly served him.
Roserus was already very unhappy that he was sent to this remote sentry post. However, he was not strong enough, so he naturally could not claim a certain floor as his own territory in the Darkness Shrine.
Now he wanted to run.
However …
He suddenly discovered that the space around him had been sealed!?
Just how strong was this mysterious mage?!
On the other side, Duque had no time to deal with a mere Dreadlord. However, since he had already seen it, it would be too shameful for him to let the other party escape. In any case, with the difference in rank, he could easily use the elements of the Weave to disperse the arcane elements in the surroundings, making teleportation impossible.
Of course, this was obviously bullying an opponent who was of a lower rank.
Duque did not care and looked at the 'broken' hoof.
Rarely, the hoof actually blushed. "Don't … Don't look! I … Am I in a sorry state now? "
It would have been better if Imriel had not reminded him. Now that he had mentioned it, Duque looked at the hoof carefully.
The brave girl was filled with holy light and swung her war hammer at the evil Queen of Pain, but she was ruthlessly taught a lesson by the other party's whip and almost became a masochist.
This broken armor!
It was like a rag that had been repeatedly trampled on!
Alright! Duque shamefully … became an honest and reliable young man for once.
He took off his cloak and put it on the hoof. He casually cheated. Strictly speaking, he did not make a move. However, his eyes traversed the endless space and landed on Roserus, who had temporarily become the Demon King of Misery.
It had to be known that since there was a Weave of the highest level in the surroundings, this land was equivalent to being in Duke's domain.
A powerful demigod staring at a small Dreadlord was no different from a cruel spider staring at a prey that had fallen into its web.
As the prey, all that was left was fear.
The Dreadlord was supposed to spread fear, but now he was overwhelmed by it. What a joke.
Yet, it had happened in an incomparably real manner.
Roserus, who had been attacking continuously and seemed to have the upper hand, quickly made a fatal mistake. He used too much force in his attack and lost his balance.
Marad, who had been through tens of thousands of years and had honed his skills through countless battles, was a veteran. He could tell that the enemy had really made a mistake and was not baiting the enemy.
Marad immediately showed Imriel the correct way to use [Reckoning]. [Reckoning] could launch a storm of attacks in a short period of time, but these additional attacks could be blocked. In order to increase the damage taken by the enemy, before activating [Reckoning], one had to hit the enemy's head with Holy Light and use [Sanction] to stun the enemy before activating [Reckoning]. This was the standard way to maximize damage.
His explosive muscles swelled to the limit, and his burly body covered in heavy armor made an unimaginable thief's quick attack movement.
In an instant, the Dreadlord, who was as tall as a building, was smashed into meat paste by the Holy Light Warhammer. His entire upper body, along with his armor, was smashed into an unknown mixture.
The battle was over!
"Oh oh oh! We won! "
"Praise the Holy Light!"
"Hahahaha!"
Cheers could be heard everywhere.
He covered his cloak tightly with his hooves, as if he was afraid that he would be exposed. He didn't feel it during the bloody battle, but now that a gust of wind blew, his buttocks hurt. It was obvious that the Queen of Pain had drawn a lot of terrible places.
Now that they had won, there was no need to trouble Duque with such a small matter as cleaning up the battlefield.
After returning to the Wildhammer Stronghold that was under construction, Duke thought that everything would be fine. Who knew that when night fell, Hooves would come to visit him on tiptoe.
"It's so late. What's the matter?"
Hooves stammered, "I … I was injured during the day, but both myself and the priests in the fortress said that they could not cure it. They said that only warlocks could cure it. But there are no warlocks in the fortress. Bronzebeard Prince asked me to find you. "
"Huh, what injury? Why is it so troublesome? "Duque was curious.
Usually, the Holy Light was the nemesis of Shadow Power. Even if it was not effective, it could be forcefully neutralized with a higher quality or a larger amount of Holy Light.
There were no heroic priests in the fortress, but there were still a few high-level priests. Even they could not handle it?
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