It was hard to describe what this so-called Duque in front of him was.
An empty shell constructed with magic as the core, the soul of a super mage who was supposed to carry the destiny of history but became an elemental lifeform, and the control of a real demigod behind the scenes.
Illidan looked at this Duque with mixed feelings. He felt like he was being fooled, but he couldn't tell what Duque had fooled him about.
As for where Kil 'jaeden had gone, Illidan had a vague guess. What Duke was doing now was fulfilling his duty to protect Azeroth. He had done it to the best of his ability.
It was just that no one thought that there would be such an operation.
Duque raised his left hand horizontally and gently grasped. A very ordinary brownish-red wooden staff suddenly appeared in his left hand's palm. It had a drumstick-shaped head and a simple belt. Just by looking at its appearance, no one would associate this quaint looking staff with the legendary Azeroth's strongest staff.
But when three ethereal crows appeared on the head of the staff and cawed, Illidan felt as if his fate had been disrupted by these crows.
Duque spoke. His voice was low and full of a sense of history.
"This is [Atiesh, the Legendary Staff of the Guardian]! The former guardian of Azeroth, Medivh, self-destructed this artifact staff as the price to send Sargeras' soul into the bottomless abyss. After that, I spent 23 years and finally collected all 42 pieces of it from the hands of Kel 'Thuzad and C' Thun, and rebuilt this staff. "
Duque opened his right hand and pulled out another weapon from the void. When he pulled out his wrist from the void, circles of golden ripples appeared in mid-air.
What he took out was a glittering holy sword. The sword was extremely slender, and the blade was less than a finger's width. The body of the sword was constantly twisting upwards, like a spiral cone. The hilt of the sword seemed to have added a pair of shining angel wings for the sake of beauty.
Compared to the seemingly ancient staff in Duque's left hand, the blade of this holy sword was as clean as new, as if it had just been quenched and forged in a blacksmith's shop.
But when Illidan saw it, he immediately trembled.
It wasn't that the sword was too new, but that the holy aura that bloomed from it was so strong that not even the slightest bit of filth could accumulate on it.
This holy sword obviously represented absolute purification!
Duque's voice became lower and lower, but in Illidan's ears, every word was shocking. It was thought-provoking.
"This sword originated from [Quel 'Zalam], an unnamed product after the original Great Sage Sword was split. It used to have an unreliable name. However, after I used it to kill the Demon King Sargeras, the Lich King Ner 'zhul, the Flame Lord Ragnaros, the Black Dragon Prince Nefarian, the Defiler Archimonde, and the Ancient God C' Thun … I prefer to call it [Duke Marcus' Demon Slayer]! "
Every time Duque said a name, he took a step forward.
Each step was heavier and more shocking than the last.
The holy sword did not kill the nameless!
It was precisely because every name that fell on this holy sword once represented an earth-shattering feat that the weight of the sword was unimaginably heavy.
For a moment, Illidan couldn't control himself and even forgot to breathe.
These names, small ones were famous, big ones resounded throughout the universe. Compared to them, who was Illidan?
Illidan more or less knew about Duque's achievements, but when Duque carefully listed them, he clearly felt the pressure in his heart was as heavy as a mountain.
"Crack!" That was the sound of Illidan gritting his shark teeth hard.
He didn't know when, but the tip of his left foot that was originally stepping forward moved back by a centimeter. He noticed this at once. This discovery made him ashamed on the spot.
Because this proved that he was afraid.
In front of Duque, all his efforts seemed to be in vain, and all his achievements seemed to be child's play.
When Duque blew up the Twisting Nether in the War of the Ancients, he was an immature spy.
When Duque almost destroyed all the Burning Legion leaders, he was still Kil 'jaeden's lackey …
Without comparison, there would be no harm.
Duque's glory was a reflection of his failure.
Illidan's muscles swelled to the extreme, and the two blades in his hands trembled because he was clenching them too tightly.
Illidan … was at a loss.
At this moment in Karazhan, Jaina rubbed her eyebrows, "Hey! Duque, although you've beaten up so many powerful big guys, I remember that when you stabbed the Medivh possessed by Sargeras to death, you didn't have this holy sword, right? "
Duque righteously spouted nonsense, "When it comes to aura, as long as you can overwhelm the opponent, it's a success. When it comes to battle results, it doesn't matter if I believe it or not, as long as the opponent believes it and is terrified, then everything is fine! "
Tyrande, who had been in a state of anxiety, slapped her forehead, "Am I stupid to be so worried about you and Illidan?"
"A little …" Before Duque could finish, he was glared at by Aurelia, and Duque decisively swallowed the second half of his sarcastic words.
In fact, was it wrong for Duque to use his aura to suppress others?
Absolutely not!
If he could overwhelm the opponent with his aura before the battle, it would shake the opponent's confidence. In a battle like this where the difference in levels was not too far apart, it was the best opportunity.
Duque's words were 70% true and 30% false. He was bluffing that Illidan was not well-informed. The miserable Illidan had been imprisoned for 10,000 years, and not long after he was released, he jumped ship to the Burning Legion. Then, he was forced by Kil 'jaeden to run to Northrend to fight against Arthas. At this point in time, it was after Duque led the allied army to kill Archimonde.
Many things, even if Kil 'jaeden kept his mouth shut, there would always be talkative demons who knew about Duque's crazy battle results. Under the spread of false information, Duque's battle results had long been exaggerated many times over.
There were two things that were absolutely certain. Duque had personally killed Sargeras and Archimonde. Regardless of whether these two could be resurrected in the future, at least everyone knew that Duque had beaten the Burning Legion until only Kil 'jaeden was left out of the three.
Because of this, Illidan was so afraid of Duque.
The wind from the Black Temple blew over, but it was all swept away by the elements around Duque's body that were so dense that they were almost solid. The corner of Duque's mouth rose. He knew that the time had come.
Blindly exerting fear would instead arouse Illidan's blood.
It was time to set the pace again.
"Ah! Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. After that kid Arthas became a Death Knight, he saw me twice. One time, he broke an arm, and the other time, he was cut in half … I heard that you were beaten up badly by that kid. I hope you don't disappoint me too much. If you're not even as good as him … "
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