It was a divine weapon!
This was the first divine bow in the Alliance of Heroes.
With the Wind Sword and Balrog Hammer, the other long-range professions were already envious.
Duque's [Atiesh] was inherited, so there was nothing much to say.
Therefore, the appearance of the first divine bow still made a few bow-wielding heroines envious.
Actually, Tyrande was also an expert with a bow, but she was not only a ranger, but also a high priestess. Her [Starfall] was what the big shots in the Alliance valued the most, which meant that she could only use the bow as a support attack. Her main source of income was still her divine arts.
Originally, there were still people in the Alliance who could compete with Queen Syriana for this divine bow, but unfortunately, all of the remaining candidates had the surname Windrunner.
"Second sister, congratulations! Mmmmm! I'm suddenly blaming myself for getting pregnant so early. " In the mirror image of the magic transmission, it was the usually mature eldest sister, Aurelia, who pretended to be pounding her chest and stamping her feet.
"Second sister, you're indeed worthy of this divine bow!" Sasha, on the other hand, didn't have much of an emotional reaction. She just gently caressed her slightly bulging belly. She, who was the most active and active, had completely entered the role of a wife.
It was hard to conceive a demigod's child, and after so long, the Windrunner sisters' bellies were at most the size of a four-month pregnant human woman.
The fourth sister, Lilas, didn't care much. After all, this was the glory of the Windrunner family.
She calmly accepted the fact that her talent and achievements weren't as good as her three sisters. As the eldest and third sisters rested, she took on more of the task of long-range damage in the Alliance of Heroes.
This time, defeating Kil 'jaeden was more like a feast for the Alliance of Heroes.
For example, [Burning Justice], a plate armor helmet that strengthened Intelligence and Spirit, was naturally given to Hoof. After all, from now on, Riadeline had a companion. Of course, [Holy Spirit Hammer], a hammer for healing paladins, needless to say, everyone had one.
The Van Cleef father and daughter each had a one-handed dagger [Apocalypse].
Kil 'jaeden's collection was so rich that even Duque, who entered the Divine Realm, couldn't avoid it. Of course, at his level, he would no longer simply collect equipment. He used a method similar to enchantment dismantling to dismantle the extra high-tier epic-level equipment, and by analyzing the magic buffs inside, he strengthened his own strength.
For example, the mage robe that was solidified using ordinary tactics could withstand the slashes of ordinary swords, then after using the tactics from Kil 'jaeden's collection, it could withstand the slashes of small electric saws.
Even Duque couldn't help but be impressed by the Eredar Family's tens of thousands of years of magical civilization.
In just ten minutes, the Alliance heroes finished splitting the loot.
Actually, it wasn't a big deal. Equipment was divided by class. Heroes of the same class were basically all familiar faces. They would see each other all the time, so there was no point in stealing equipment. After all, if you got the best equipment, you would have the responsibility to rush to the front next time or deal the most beautiful damage and save every brother and sister that could be saved.
Without Kil 'jaeden, cleaning up the battlefield and taking care of the surviving Void Lords was naturally left to Duque's group of Elemental Emissaries and SemiGod subordinates.
When the Alliance heroes finished splitting the loot, the entire Sun Well Highlands was already settled.
They didn't simply kill all the demons. Other than the stubborn idiots, most of the demons, regardless of whether they were soldiers, elites, or Demon Lords, were captured.
Ever since Azeroth had the Warlock profession, it was much easier to enslave demons. Of course, these were demons that Duque's subordinates had spent a lot of effort to capture. He wouldn't just let anyone play with them.
The Alliance leaders all knew that Duque was going to undergo "stress training." Demons were powerful and scary, but even if they were given a three-dimensional image, it was far from being able to experience it for real.
Before the first battle at the Dark Portal, Duque had used Naga to simulate Orcs. Now, he could directly use a genuine demon to teach the new recruits a lesson. The effect would definitely be perfect.
Duque wouldn't use a bunch of demons to show off. He had long since ordered that they had to fight for real, be it mock battles or anything else. He hadn't even walked out of the Sun Well, and he had already set the battle loss ratio for the new recruits — 5%.
It was better to eliminate unqualified fellows before they went to the battlefield than to have 50% of them wiped out as soon as they went on the battlefield.
Even with the large-scale use of the Cannons of Holy Light, the battle losses at the front line were still high. This was because the vitality, speed, and agility of the demons still exceeded the limits of many people's imagination.
Of course, that was a story for later.
At this moment, it was time to celebrate victory.
The developed magic communication network allowed Duque and the others to transmit images to the entire Isle of Quel 'Danas, all the major cities in the Alliance, and all the villages and towns with magic images the moment they stepped out of the gate of the Sun Well Highlands.
Even the main halls of the leaders in the major cities of the Tribe had a live broadcast of magic images.
Almost the moment they saw Duque come out, the entire Alliance boiled over. People let out all kinds of cheers and screams.
The commotion quickly subsided. The civilians suppressed the excitement in their hearts and prepared to listen to Duque's speech.
On the Isle of Quel 'Danas, in the Overwatch Castle, in the major cities of the Alliance, in the barracks, all the generals and soldiers raised their heads and raised their right hands in a military salute.
Duque's direct servants — the Qiraqis and Nagas — bowed and knelt one after another, placing their right hands on their chest to show supreme respect to their master.
A few seconds later, Duque's familiar voice echoed in everyone's ears.
"My compatriots of Azeroth, I'm pleased to announce that in the battle of the Sun Well Highlands just now, we have once again thwarted the Burning Legion's plot to devour planet Azeroth. With the help of the Goddess Elune, the Dragon Slumber Temple, and the other Dragon Aspects, we worked together and successfully killed the Burning Legion's commander, Kil 'jaeden —"
This time, the entire Alliance was really boiling!
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Long live Commander Marcus!"
"Praise Elune!"
"Praise the Dragon Aspects —"
"Azeroth is invincible!"
Countless people hugged the people around them and shed tears of emotion.
The matter of the Sun Well was kept a secret. After the Alliance issued an emergency mobilization order, everyone subconsciously thought that it would be another protracted war. They didn't expect the Alliance to destroy the strong enemy so quickly and turn this terrifying war, which was likely to spread, into a lightning war.
The Alliance was not afraid of war, but it didn't mean that they liked war.
To be able to deal with the Burning Legion's surprise attack so cleanly was not only proof of their strength, but also a great achievement that was enough to make every Alliance person stand up straight and be proud!
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