Cenarius had tried to test Duque's ideas, but at the end of the day, it was all because Duque had caused too much trouble back then.
He had blown up Chief Sa's nest, and he was in the limelight.
The mortals from back then were dead, but what about the rest?
More than half of the wilderness demigods had died, some famous, some not. In the end, they had all been taken advantage of by Duque. Could they feel better?
Especially Cenarius, who had lost his father.
Back then, his father's neck had been broken by Archimonde to save Cenarius, and he had died a heroic death.
Even if it had been 10,000 years, it was understandable for him to be angry.
Thinking of this, Duque's thoughts were clear.
Some things were better to be exposed in advance. If that knot in the heart continued to develop, it might become a soul-devouring monster.
At the end of the day, Sena was afraid of being betrayed by Duque a second time …
"Phew …" Duque let out a long breath. "Let's all look forward! Since you've all been resurrected, and now you're allies fighting for the same goal, just pretend that you've forgotten what happened in your previous life. "
This "pretend that you've forgotten" was really clever, and the facial muscles of several Alliance bigwigs twitched secretly.
Duque was clearly telling Cenarius: It doesn't matter if others believe it or not, you have to believe it first.
Duque pulled the burly Lord Howl over and said to Cenarius, "Since you're in this group, you're giving your back to the other party. Grom, are you willing to give your back to Cenarius? "
Lord Howl was an honest man, and he didn't hesitate. "I cut you back then because I was a tribal warrior. Now I believe you because we have a common enemy. I won't apologize. If you're unhappy with me, we can fight again after the war. "
Let's fight if we're real men!
That was what Lord Howl meant.
Cenarius's eyes almost rolled back in his head. In fact, there were many kinds of gods. The ones most known to mortals were, of course, those with the ultimate killer moves.
For example, the White Deer God Malorne had the famous' Body of the White Deer '. His body shone with a pure and holy white light that could directly turn low-level demons into ashes and blind high-level demons. In a sense, it was the combination of a long-lasting flash grenade and [Ashbringer]. Unless it was a high-grade Void Overlord or one of the army's three heavyweights, any demon could be trampled to death by Malorne's hoof.
Another example would be Elune, the demigod's mother. Although she rarely made a move, one could tell how powerful she was from her priests' [Starfall]. There was nothing [Starfall] couldn't deal with. If there was, then he would use two. If there were more, then there would be no end to it. In any case, the world would be bombed until the nuclear core was flattened.
But …
Duque had heard of a legend that when gods gave birth to a child, they would split their divinity and fuse it together to bestow a child. After splitting the divinity, he wouldn't have that power.
So, whether it was because Malorne and Elune were stingy or something else, mortals thought that Cenarius could fight, carry, and heal. In fact, Duque, who was familiar with history, knew that Cenarius was a relatively rare support-type demigod.
[Thorn Halo], [Entangling Roots], [Tranquility] …
He didn't even have a single attack skill that he was best at. They were all support-type or healing-type.
If he really had to fight Lord Howl, who had returned to his peak, it would be a pity that he couldn't just use half an axe.
In the past, he had used one axe to cut him, and now it was still one axe.
This kind of tragedy of being killed with one axe … Sigh, talking about it would make one cry.
Cenarius's mouth moved for a long time, but he still couldn't let out a fart. Duque knew that he was in despair. Anyway, looking at Cenarius's constipated expression, Duque felt really good.
Cenarius admitted defeat, and Duque took the lead. There was no need to chase after him. After all, they were in the same trench. Duque said calmly, "I have personally witnessed the power of the Burning Legion, which is why I have sacrificed the environment to improve the industrial level. However, I will seriously consider the idea of sustainable development. "
What was sustainable development?
Cenarius was dumbfounded, but it sounded pretty good! The doctrine of nature hated mortals who abused natural resources and destroyed trees that could be left for future generations.
Now, with Duque's [Sustainable Development], he was immediately hooked. He looked around and found that they were in enemy territory. They had actually wasted a lot of time just now. If not for the fact that the patrol leaders were on their side, something might have happened just now.
"Alright, when we go back, I will find you to listen to the idea of [Sustainable Development]. Now, let's deal with the enemies first. I will listen to your instructions, "Cenarius said.
Duque narrowed his eyes. "Actually, these enemies are far from that troublesome and can be dealt with quickly. Leave the Dragonweb Mother to me. I will go show my new subordinates my strength. The Alliance heroes come with me. "
As Duque spoke, he glanced at the fire demon hunter Shaennox, who hurriedly lowered his head, and then said, "The bear brothers and Avina will deal with Lord Leolis. The rest of the demigods will deal with Gatekeeper Bellock."
"Understood."
The main force split into three groups and set off.
As a true Fire Elemental Plane, the first reaction of mortals when they walked here was heat.
It was heat that transcended time and space.
There was a limit to the cold. At the very least, under normal circumstances, there was no such thing as cold that exceeded absolute zero. But there was no limit to the activity of molecules, so the temperature could be thousands of degrees, or even tens of thousands of degrees.
Even though Duque used the Ice Shield to cool the air, and the temperature had even seeped into the ground to offset the high heat from below, the mortal heroes could still feel the terrifying heat from the core of the land as they walked on the surface of the Land of Fire.
They felt like a live fish that was being fried over a fierce fire. Even though they knew that they would still die if they flipped over, they could not help but jump around.
"Sigh." Duque sighed softly. An ice bridge appeared out of thin air for the mortal heroes to walk on.
"Whoosh! I'm alive! " Imriel, who had not participated in the battle at the Molten Core, was still as lively as ever. "I thought my skin was going to be burned by my own armor."
Duque slapped the back of his head with his hoof. "Idiot, you're cool. It's my own Frost Circuit that consumes the magic power!"
"Then why did you bring us here?" The hoof was a little puzzled. "Can't you just rely on those demigods?"
Duque spoke the truth. "There will be a battle between me and Ragnaros, but I don't have much time to deal with those fire elemental creatures that jump out. Demigods from the wilderness will have their battle prowess greatly reduced in this place. "
The only good thing was that Duque and the others did not need to clear the monsters on the road.
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