This wasn't really splitting the mountain. The purple beam only penetrated about one meter into the ground at most.
If Duque really split Mount Hyjal in half, even if it was to resist the Land of Fire, the elves would probably still be extremely resentful towards Duque.
In fact, what Duque was really doing was to buffer the exchange of elements between Mount Hyjal and the Land of Fire. In a sense, the location where the beam split the ground became a new "border" between the two conflicting dimensions.
If Duque hadn't gone through the battle at the Molten Core and obtained Ragnaros' share of control over the fire elements, the shock wave of the fire elements from the Land of Fire when the planes merged would all affect Duque, the leader.
Bearing the escape of a large elemental plane wasn't something a human or demigod could do. Even the entire Dalajan couldn't succeed.
Bearing the impact of such a huge amount of elemental energy in an instant, even if the entire Dalajan put up a magic shield with all its strength, the entire city would be torn apart in an instant.
Having control over a portion of the fire elemental energy was an entirely different matter.
Other than the fire elements that surged over involuntarily at first, the fire elements that were still "rational" immediately chose to listen to their "master" Duque's orders and began to escape to other places.
"Bastard! Attack! Attack! "The angry roar of the Fire Demon King Ragnaros could be vaguely heard in the entire Land of Fire.
With his roar, the fire elements that had just rushed into the sky and more fire elements inside the Land of Fire stirred again, ready to sweep over.
"Shut up! Loser! I said no one can come over! "Duque's loud voice resounded in the world.
The fire elements were instantly conflicted. Between the two bosses, one had the right to order them, so who should they listen to?
"I want this world to become purgatory. I want to burn everything in the world. Nothing can stop the descent of the flames! My slaves! Attack! "Ragnaros urged the fire elementals.
"Attack my ass! Go back! Ragnaros is my loser. He has no right to come and fight with me for territory! "Duque also roared.
Flame Elementals' Conflict Degree + 10086!
"Duke Marcus, all you've done is defeat my clone! I will burn you to death! I will! "The Balrog's anger seemed to have risen to another level.
"Tsk! You're still so stubborn even after losing! In any case, I won! "Duque retorted.
"I will use my flames to devour your soul! I'll make you wail under my throne for millions of years! "
"You are my defeated opponent!"
"I want …"
"You are my defeated opponent!"
…
No matter what Lager said, Duque would choke Lager to death with one sentence, "You're my defeated opponent." In the end, even Duque himself felt that the two of them were like those trolls with an IQ of 50 on the internet before he transmigrated. Not only were they uncultured, but their insults were also meaningless.
The mortals below had their horizons broadened. The Alliance soldiers, mainly made up of elves, were probably also wondering why the two demigods only knew how to talk and not fight a real battle.
Actually, it was a little unfair. Although Duque and Ragnaros controlled a portion of the Fire Elemental Plane and could use large amounts of fire elements at will, it seemed quite impressive.
Few people would have thought that power and duty were closely linked.
Plane fusion was not that simple.
When planes collided, the spatial backlash that resulted had to be settled by the Plane Master.
Ragnaros could not move at all now. He could only bitterly repair his own domain in the core of the Land of Fire. Although it was plane fusion, if he did not separate the Land of Fire from the Land of Azeroth, he would not be able to extract fire elements from the Land of Fire in the future.
Moreover, to seize control of the fire elements of the entire Land of Azeroth, which was many times larger than the Land of Fire, would require incalculable time and energy.
Lager could not move, and it was difficult for outsiders to enter because the space in the Land of Fire was not too stable. One mistake and they would fall into some spatial rift and be unable to come out. That would be laughable.
This meant that it would be difficult for a king to fight against a king in the early stages.
After finally ending the argument, Duque let out a long sigh of relief.
"Phew! It's finally done. "Duque turned to Kael 'thas." I'll leave this place to you. "
"Yes, don't worry. Go and rest, Commander." Kael 'thas bowed deeply.
"How many times have I told you, Kael 'thas, no need to be so polite." Duque's cheek muscles twitched.
"If you didn't protect me back then, I would have been a stray dog," Kael 'thas said very seriously.
"Alright, up to you."
Duque shrugged, opened a portal, and returned to the top of Mount Hyjal.
Almost as soon as he came out, a white figure rushed up and kissed him without saying anything.
"Mmm mmm mmm …"
Not bad!
It was rare for Tyrande to kiss someone so openly.
Duque blinked and saw Malfurion, who had avoided his sight not far behind. For some reason, he felt that the Great Druid's hood made of lush green grass was very green.
"Duque, you're amazing! Only you can help us defend the Sacred Mountain! "Tyrande said excitedly.
Duque could not understand the Night Elves' fanatical feelings for Mount Hyjal.
Speaking of which, didn't he force the Archerons to explode once?
The explosion of Mount Hyjal was just like opening a bag! It was a little painful the first time, but he got used to it the second time …
In any case, the group of elves seemed to have ignored their high priest's "treasonous" act of kissing a human, and instead showered Duque with praises.
"Thank you, great Demigod of the Weave!"
"You are the benefactor of all life on Mount Hyjal."
In the end, even Malfurion, who seemed to have an unruly green grassland above his head, came up and bowed deeply to Duque. He said sincerely, "Thank you, Lord Marcus. Without you, the fire elements would have destroyed at least a hundred miles to the north! "
Alright! Since even Malfurion is thanking me …
Duque did not hesitate to hug Tyrande's waist in front of Malfurion.
Malfurion's gaze flickered again. However, he seemed to sigh in his heart, and then looked straight at Duque and Tyrande. "Don't test me. Actually, I've accepted this fact a long time ago. Although I feel that you're too fickle … But, Tyrande's happiness is the most important. I bless you. The Moon Goddess also blesses you. Next, I will dedicate my soul and life to nature as a big druid. "
With that, Malfurion nodded and left without looking back.
Perhaps he was crying, or perhaps he was crying from the bottom of his heart.
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