Actually, with the egg's status as a paste, capturing captives on the battlefield to threaten the enemy was extremely lowly. The egg had been around for tens of thousands of years, but it had never thought of doing such a thing.
But he was really anxious.
Even though he had only used half of his power and body this time, and was indeed injured after being completely destroyed, it was not irreparable.
With Archimonde as a precedent, Kil 'jaeden would leave behind enough soul to recover to its peak state and store it in the deepest part of the Twisting Void.
Having made preparations beforehand did not mean that he was willing to admit defeat.
This was a huge loss!
If the other two army leaders were still around, this loss was a loss. The point was that he was the only one left of the three army leaders!
Once he ran off to rebuild his soul and body, the army would inevitably fall into a power vacuum.
In order to prevent the power from being divided, he and Archimonde had joined forces to kill many challengers or seedlings with the potential to become leaders.
But now, because of his very likely failure, it would cause a terrifying chain reaction.
At this moment, Kil 'jaeden was so regretful that his intestines turned green.
He used to be disdainful, but now he was desperate.
He had heard that Duque was lustful and had many women, so he would try to capture one to threaten him. Even if it was not a complete success, making Duque hesitate might turn things around.
"Duke Marcus! Your woman is in my hands. "The egg waved the struggling female figure in its hand.
Who knew …
Silence!
Silence!
Deathly silence!
After a short silence, the shameless Magni was the first to burst into laughter. "Hahahaha!"
"Pfft!" The onlookers, William and the other two, laughed as well.
In the end, even the serious Theon couldn't help but laugh.
At this moment, even the egg, a genius with an IQ of 50, realized that something was wrong.
Because he suddenly realized that the figure struggling in his giant red claw had the same face and clothes as the Draenei girl hiding behind Duque.
Duque raised his first finger. "First, Imriel is not my woman."
At this point, Duque's hoof was already blushing.
"Second, the one you caught is a fake."
As soon as Duque's voice fell, the golden figure in the egg's hand transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the air.
Duque smiled and pointed to the sky.
Looking at the increasingly surging and massive planetary energy beams in the sky, Kil 'jaeden finally fell into despair.
"Alessia! Saloras! You two bitches — "
Kil 'jaeden's final roar could be heard from outside the Sunwell Highlands, scaring the Eredar Twins out of their invisible state.
In the end, this was also their fault.
In the report to Kil'jaeden, Duque was described as a cross-race dating expert. Duque's new hobbies had become female dragons, Naga, and Draenei …
A truly awesome lie was ninety percent true and ten percent false. The most fatal part was to trick people at the crucial point.
According to this theory, the two demigods, Onyxia and Vashj, were either not present, or would they be easy to capture?
Of course, Duque was also guarding against Kil 'jaeden's desperate actions. In fact, when the egg summoned a bunch of Demon Lords, Duque had already evacuated the Alliance's powerhouses.
King against King, general against general, this was the tacit rule of war. No one could leave the other party's boss and run off to bully noobs.
Duque also took the opportunity to protect his own woman in disguise, and the only one left was Imriel.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Duque pulled his hoof into the Spatial Rift where he was, and conveniently left an Illusory Reality outside …
"Bang —"
With the combined efforts of Elune and the Pentashade Guardian Dragon, the energy of a small half of Planet Azeroth turned into a slender golden line, and accurately poured onto Kil 'jaeden's head.
Surprisingly, there was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there a terrifying power that destroyed everything around it. There was only an extremely strange and quiet melting.
"Ahhhhhh —" Kil 'jaeden's body, which was as large as a small mountain, fell on his back. His chest was facing the sky, and his hands were flat. Because of the existence of his wings, his head drooped backward powerlessly.
Such a huge commotion turned out to be all bark and no bite. What did this mean?
"That's … it?" In the distance of the Sunwell Highlands, many Alliance soldiers heard Kil 'jaeden's long howl before he died.
A captain slapped the recruit on the back of his head and scolded, "Idiot! If there's really a big explosion, once the Sunwell is blown up, we and the elves will all die. "
He was right. It was precisely because the consequences were very likely to be very serious, and it would affect the entire Rotterdam Continent at any moment that Elune and the Pentashade Guardian Dragon had to personally take action.
It was precisely because there was a powerful goddess guiding this exaggerated power that mortals could not imagine that they could achieve such an ultra-precise blow that was as sharp as a scalpel.
It could be said that this control was the biggest difference between a demigod and a true god.
Duque himself was good at dealing with changeable situations, but Duque was completely helpless against such precise control.
It was something that could only be achieved after countless years of experience. It was almost metaphysical.
A little more might cause an explosion.
A little less might not kill the egg.
Duque really couldn't compare to Elune when it came to such work that required a lot of experience points.
However, it didn't matter.
Kil'jaeden was dead. Although it was only a blow to the forehead, even from a mortal's point of view, a blow to the forehead that went straight to the end of the skull was a fatal wound that was absolutely incurable.
Kil 'jaeden's massive body began to melt from the forehead like a candle that had been burnt out, turning into a puddle of demonic aggregates or something else. Anyway, under the purification of Elune's Lunar Goddess Light, he would eventually disappear from this world.
The only thing left behind was the Epic-level equipment that was wrapped in golden light.
Of course, there was one exception.
"Wait!" Queen Sylvanas was completely attracted by the orange light amidst the purple-blue light of the Epic-level equipment.
The gauntlet that resembled a pair of wings, the flamboyant body of the bow, and the azure background — the orange-grade artifact [Solidar Wrath of the Stars] that only Kil 'jaeden would drop in history was presented in front of Queen Syriana without revealing anything.
Cirvanas seemed to have sunk into some kind of confusion, as if she was caressing Duke, intimately caressing the body of the bow, as well as the bowstring. When she tried to pull the bowstring, a sharp arrow formed from starlight impressively appeared between the bowstring and the body of the bow.
"It's yours, no doubt!" Without a doubt! "Duke said to Queen Sylvia with a smile.
"But …"
"Trust me, in the entire Alliance, there's no one who can use this Divine Artifact better than you."
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