Just Kil 'jaeden's ability to overturn rivers and seas and shatter space was enough to make the Eredar twins unable to resist.
For a moment, they saw each other's shock and hesitation.
Their previous decision to rely on Duque now seemed a little wrong. The desperate situation they were in in the Burning Legion made betrayal seem like an inevitable thing.
However, if the result of betrayal was absolute destruction, then the greedy twins would rather continue to be the lowliest maggots in the legion than have the slightest thought of betrayal.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Kil 'jaeden was terrifying, and Duke Marcus was no saint. If they retreated at the last moment, Duque would never let them go. It was Duque who forced them to betray him. Once they betrayed their boss, even if Azeroth was destroyed, Duque would drag them down with him.
Moreover, demons did not accept betrayal.
If betrayal could be easily forgiven, then there would be more betrayers swarming out. So Kil 'jaeden would never let them off just because they confessed.
After Ner 'zhul's betrayal, Kil' jaeden was very sensitive to the word "betrayal." Even when he mentioned Ner 'zhul, his demeanor was full of madness. In any case, there was no turning back.
The twins bowed their heads deeply, trembling to show their awe of Kil 'jaeden's boundless power. This was how they should behave after being deprived of their status as feudal lords.
What should be done had been done. The rest was up to their new boss, Duque.
In the empty command post, Duque received the latest news. It was not from the twins, but from his early arrangements.
As a transmigrator, he knew that sooner or later the Sunwell would be messed up by the egg, so of course, he had a backup plan.
The Elven Queen was his own harem, so it was normal to add something in the name of renovation. It was the simplest passive detection, a dark energy crystal that would react differently according to the concentration of dark energy. From the inside to the outside, Duque had personally controlled the Mirror Image Avatar to set up thirty circuits.
Almost as soon as Kil 'jaeden exerted his power, Duque received it and sent the order to the front line on the spot.
Kil 'jaeden was well-prepared. He knew that Duque was scheming against him. At first, his progress was slow and he didn't even show up. When he saw that it was about time, he suddenly exerted his strength. If not for these arrangements, Duque would really have been deceived by him.
What surprised Duque was that two minutes later, he received an urgent message from Gemini. Furthermore, it was specifically stated that it had happened two minutes ago, so there was at most 28 minutes left.
Duque grinned. "It seems that the demon sisters are going all out! Since you have truly acknowledged me as your master, I will not disappoint you. "
If the alliance didn't succeed, they would also die along with it. They didn't care if they would be discovered or not. Gemini almost risked her life to send a message.
Just as the hero group was about to reach Fatty Bu, they received a messenger from Duque. It was a very special messenger.
When the messenger used his strong arms to lift his cloak, Imriel was dumbfounded. She could recognize this guy even if it took her a long time to do so. Years ago, when he destroyed Shattrath City, his strength and brutality were incomparably famous in the entire Draenei circle.
He was none other than Master Howl, Grom Hellscream!
For a moment, Imriel almost jumped on the spot.
But she immediately realized that this Lord Howl was not a living person.
His explosive muscle lines were clearly visible, and the details of the beard and tooth ornaments on his face were meticulously detailed. Imriel could even feel the surging blood vessels under his green skin, as well as the heat coming out of his thick nostrils.
But he was definitely not a living Beastman.
His body was too perfect. There was not a trace of sweat or dirt on him, and his overly pure arcane energy waves told others that he was an elemental creature.
"You … really came!" The one who spoke was Tirion Fordring. He was a powerhouse of the Alliance who fought on the frontlines since World War II. He had the right to speak to Lord Howl.
"Beastmen keep their words," Lord Howl replied firmly.
Tirion smiled. "I know. You don't fight for the Alliance, but for Duke Marcus's kindness."
"Mm." Lord Howl nodded, but looked like he was unwilling to say another word.
Tirion smiled, unconcerned.
The powerhouses of the Alliance all showed similar kind smiles and made way for him. Queen Xi even nodded at him.
Grom was stunned, but he still nodded in return.
Seeing this scene, Imriel's curiosity was about to explode. Why would a heroic Beastman be so respected by the Alliance?
At this moment, Kalia tugged at her hand. "Imriel, Grom made many mistakes. But he was a real man of responsibility, and he was an out-and-out hero. When he was alive, he was indeed a tribal chief, but after his death, he was only loyal to Duque to repay a debt of gratitude. "
Kalia quickly gave a brief introduction about Lord Howl. She finally understood.
Grom had died last month. At the age of 60, this was unimaginable among Beastman warriors.
No Beastman warrior could fight their whole life and die peacefully in their own bed. Usually, only a respectable shaman could have such an ending.
Although there were dissenting opinions among the Beastmen that Grom should have died on the battlefield like a true Beastman, Thrall stood his ground and gave Grom a grand burial. He also publicly announced that Grom would keep his promise to repay Duque, and not become a death knight to continue serving the tribe.
This caused a huge controversy among the Beastmen and even the entire tribe.
Then there was Lord Howl who appeared in the Alliance's hero group.
The wise leader of the Alliance had already figured out why.
To kill Fatty Bu quickly and without scaring Kil 'jaeden away, Grom was definitely the best candidate.
In the entire Alliance and even the Burning Legion, everyone knew Lord Howl's nickname — the Bane of the Lords of the Abyss.
To be able to kill the Lord of the Abyss, one of the main races of the Burning Legion, Lord Howl was the only one in the world.
It wasn't an assassination, but a head-on confrontation. Against the Lords of the Abyss, Lord Howl always used an axe.
"I alone am enough," Grom said.
Then, the powerhouses of the Alliance put away their swords, as if they were watching a show.
"Brutalus is a high-level Lord of the Void!" Iril said softly.
She had said it for Kalia to hear, but who knew that Lord Howl would hear it. Lord Howl glared at Hoof, and suddenly, Hoof felt as if he had been hit by [Petrifying Gaze], and couldn't say a word.
"A body that surpasses my peak at 18 years old, and 60 years of battle experience. If I can't even deal with an Lord of the Abyss, Grom Hellscream doesn't have the right to continue existing in this world."
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