"Oh my god! I thought my waist was already thick enough. I didn't expect there to be someone even thicker. "Magni first patted his bucket-like waist and complained.
"Hey, did this Burning Legion Commander crawl out of the sewers and get stuck because he miscalculated his waist?" Jaina spat out her venomous tongue mercilessly.
"Kil 'jaeden … You better lose some weight!" It was rare for Queen Sylvie to be so free, so she also joined in to ridicule the eggs.
"You should pass your butt over first, then I can stomp it hard on your butt!" Magni loyally fulfilled his role as the main tank to taunt.
"Hey! Are you sure you can reach his butt? "Muradin retorted.
"Brother, you're dirty!"
With one of the alliance leaders taking the lead, the others of course would not let go of this opportunity to humiliate their mortal enemy. Instantly, they started chattering.
Only Imriel was stunned. She finally saw the ultimate demon king who had persecuted and hunted the Draenei for 25,000 years.
In fact, Kil 'jaeden's horrifying appearance was exactly the same as the one described by Professor Willen and the three-dimensional model stored in the Draenei archives.
His body was as huge as a hill. Even though he only had half of his body, his huge body occupied more than half of the hundred-meter diameter area in the middle of the hall. The only area left for mortals and Azeroth demigods to fight was a circular area less than thirty meters away from the pillars beside the hall.
Kil 'jaeden's bright red skin was emitting magma-like heat all the time. Just a gentle flap of his pimpled bat wings could make a mortal feel a heat wave that was unbearable to mortals.
His claws were huge. Just by looking at the size, it seemed like he could grab a medium-sized tank with one hand and use those sharp claws to crush everyone and everything inside.
On his burly red shoulders were two extremely barbaric style pauldrons. Four huge curved horns pointed towards the sky. At the top of the pauldrons, there was something that looked like a brazier, burning with eternal flames. It was so hot that it was suffocating. The two iron chains on the pauldrons formed an 'X' shape, tied to a belt with a huge skull at the bottom. Together with the other skull decorations on his body, he looked evil and terrifying.
Amidst the scorching heat wave, there were faint wails of the dead. The souls of the creatures of various races that he had killed still could not rest in peace in this purgatory.
If …
Without the strange golden halo that was stuck at Kil 'jaeden's waist, the experts of the Alliance would probably be in awe when they saw his upper body, as if they were facing a great enemy.
Now, everything that Kil 'jaeden had become a paper tiger. This was a different kind of irony.
Ever since he had struck a deal with Sargeras to expel the Draenei into the Stellaris, Kil 'jaeden was convinced that no one could stop the power of the army. However, Sargeras had once made a promise of victory, and he had yet to fulfill it, which made him furious.
However, none of his tricks could stop Duque from leading the Alliance or even the entire Azeroth to rise. Therefore, he decided to personally take care of all the ants, including Duque. However, he did not expect that all his tricks could not stop the powerhouses from coming at the most critical moment.
What's more, he did not expect the biggest flaw to be beside him. It was the Eredar Gemini, whom he had once regarded as trash and was prepared to be used as cannon fodder!
Faced with the enemy's trap and the mockery of the mortals, Kil 'jaeden was naturally angry, furious, and resentful. He could not wait to blow up Azeroth at the first moment.
However, when all his emotions rose to the boiling point, Kil 'jaeden calmed down instead.
"Hehehehe!" His body was emitting heat that could melt stones and pillars, but his laughter was filled with coldness.
No matter how the experts of the Alliance continued to mock him, Kil 'jaeden was not in a hurry. He did not make any moves either. He just stared at Duque and laughed coldly.
That laughter made one's hair stand on end.
If one did not have any skills, they might foolishly ask, "What are you laughing at?". That would be inferior in terms of aura, because it meant that one did not see through the other party's trump card.
"Hehehehe! Hahahahaha! "Duque laughed too.
Isn't it just a cold, fake, sneering, and pretending to laugh?
I can do it too!
At some point, only the laughter of Duque and Kil 'jaeden echoed in the entire hall.
In the past thousands of years after the Well of the Sun was built, the king of the Sunstriders would lead all the High Elven nobles here to hold a grand banquet every major festival of Cuel Salas.
The circular hall with a diameter of more than 200 meters was supported by 36 marble pillars that seemed to have long reached the clouds. The entire vault above was painted with an unparalleled vault mural, which depicted the glorious history of the High Elves since their establishment for thousands of years. Of course, the focus was on praising the great Sunstrider royal family.
However, none of the members of the Sunstrider royal family participated in the final battle that was about to happen and would determine the future fate of Azeroth.
This was quite ironic.
Duque laughed impudently and comfortably because he firmly believed that he had conquered the Goddess of Fate. Since even the Goddess of Fate was on his side, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Therefore, not only was Duque laughing, but his eyes also had the penetrating feeling of seeing through the past and the future, as well as all the mysteries of the world.
Eggs! Eggs!
Do you know how many times I've farmed you?
Do you know that I can count your skills by listening to the sound effects with my eyes closed?
Do you know that later, even the gold group of the Barbarians could farm you until your pants fell off?
Don't let me be too disappointed, or you'll die!
It was clearly Kil 'jaeden who laughed first, but anyone could tell that Eggs' laughter was becoming more and more fake and less and less confident.
Finally, Kil 'jaeden was the first to stop laughing. "Duke Marcus, I admit that I underestimated you. Not just me, but the entire army underestimated you. You may have made a great name for yourself in this world, but today will be the end of your legend. Everything will end! "
With that, Kil 'jaeden slowly raised his hands, and his claws, palms facing the sky, shook lightly as if he was playing a piano. Suddenly, a portal opened in all four directions of Kil' jaeden at the same time.
"Huh?" Duque raised his chin slightly. He had already smelled that the gears of history had begun to shift.
The size of these portals was much larger than the ones in history.
Indeed, in the next moment, the Eredar Warlocks that were supposed to be teleported out were the Lords of the Abyss!
Accompanied by footsteps that were even more shocking than the galloping of horses, these terrifying monsters that were supposed to be the vanguard of the army brandished their huge blades and charged towards the alliance of heroes.
"Let us handle them!" Magni was the first to take the lead.
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