A fair duel was a joke.
This was more like the weak hoping to use moral coercion to ask the strong to deliberately pull their combat power to the same level as the weak. In reality, even if the real strong lowered their power level, they could still achieve victory through their rich experience and unconstrained fighting methods.
Different races, different backgrounds, different experiences, different ways of growing up … There were too many differences that created a myriad of differences in individuals.
With such differences, how could there be fairness?
Speaking of which, I, Du Moke, transmigrated openly and relied on my own memory, wisdom, and power to fight to this day. Why should I give up my advantage and fight you 'openly'?
What a joke!
Duque's disdain could be conveyed to Brainless Roar without words.
"You destroyed my tribe, you bastard. Why can you steal the power of an Elemental Lord, but I can't use the power of an Ancient God?!" Brainless Roar roared and shot Duque with a light cannon.
The terrifying Mental Energy that lingered on the battlefield was too majestic. There was no need to deliberately collect it to create a huge amount.
The huge and thick black energy cannon was terrifying the moment it was fired. It could probably stuff a destroyer into it.
Duque did not make a move. A golden and benevolent figure appeared beside Duque.
It was the former Archbishop of the Holy Light, Alonsos Faol!
He raised a golden staff that was in the shape of a cross and had a ring on the top of the staff at the right time.
[Blessing]!
The classic staff of a Priest!
As a Heroic Spirit that relied on the magic net, Alonsos could change his shape or the appearance of his equipment at will. This was the simplest [Transmogrification]. But what he liked the most was this staff that had a special meaning to Priests.
The era when this staff was created had a special meaning to him. It was the most glorious era of the Holy Knight profession that he had single-handedly created.
[Blessing] glowed with holy light and formed a huge hemispherical light shield that blocked in front of Duque. All the dark power that poured down was refracted and reflected away, dissipating in the air.
Brainless Roar did not know that this scene was being broadcasted to the entire Alliance and the various races that had joined the Horde.
Perhaps to him, power was power. There was no distinction between attributes, nobility, or lowness, only strength and weakness.
Having always believed in the traditional concept that history was written by the victors, Garrouch's way of thinking was simpler and more violent.
If he had the upper hand, there was nothing wrong with him doing so.
Unfortunately, he wasn't.
Without any scruples, he was now covered in a black aura, and any random move he made would sound like the howling of a chilly wind. No matter how one looked at it, he was the ultimate representative of a major villain!
Originally, in history, for the sake of justice and rules, the Alliance and the pandaren organized a grand trial.
Brain-Dead Howl had killed so many people, committed [War Crimes], and even played the Ancient God Ya Sha Ji. Brain-Dead Howl, who had committed such a huge crime, had no choice but to give face to the tribe and only be sentenced to life imprisonment. In the end, he still managed to escape.
Please forgive me for not being able to accept such moronic and idiotic behavior.
The live broadcast of the duel was, in fact, a public trial.
Since there was no tribe in the way, as long as Brainless Roar fully demonstrated his actions, then 'justice' would be achieved.
There would be no mercy. The outcome of this trial had long been decided.
Duque was just going through the motions.
"The Tribe has existed for more than 30 years, it's time for a grand curtain call," Duque said calmly in his heart.
On the other side, Brain-Dead Howl's light cannon could not deal with Duque. His loyal subordinates roared and pounced on him.
General Nazgrin, Marcoroc, Siege Craftsman Black Isotta … These Horde Bosses, who had escaped the fate of being destroyed along with the underground fortress, continued to show their loyalty.
"For the Horde!" General Nazgrin roared and rushed over.
"For the Alliance!" The one who faced him was not his old rival, General Taylor. Sorry, Taylor was not qualified to appear in such an occasion. In front of him was Tirion Fordring.
Tirion, who was often teased by Duque as His Majesty, was not considered old. He was in his early fifties, and despite his white hair, he was still quite good at fighting.
Nazgrin had not been specially enhanced. He was still a pure Orc Warrior.
His strength came from his experiences.
It was rare that Tirion did not use his surging holy light to blast Nazgrin with Ashbringer. Right now, the empress dowager was more like a warrior, fighting Nazgren with the simplest of skills.
In terms of seniority, Nazgrin should not have been the one to challenge Tirion. After all, he was now the Chief Paladin of the Alliance. He and his Ashbringer had become one of the benchmarks of the Alliance.
Just like how Duque had come down to fight Brain-Dead Howl, this battle that was about to destroy the Horde had a special meaning to it.
This was the privilege of the older generation of the Alliance, who had directly endured the invasion of the Orcs.
They had risen during the second battle at the Dark Portal and became the core of the Alliance. Now that the Horde was about to end, they had to personally wrap things up.
That was why the one who blocked Marcoroc was Gavin Rad. His Wind Sword had become slightly weaker because Queen Sylvanas had freed Prince Thunderaan and wanted to take him in as her subordinate. Gavin Rad temporarily replaced his Wind Sword. But even with the most ordinary of hammers, he could still suppress Marcoroc with the skills he had learned on the battlefield for thirty years.
Moreover, this shameless thing still had different ideas from the other Five Silver Saints. After failing to sleep with two women at night, Gavin Rad obediently submitted to Duque and obtained eternal life.
Now, he was more like a bug. He had the body of an eighteen year old, the experience of a fifty year old, and the ability to combine holy light and lightning attacks at the same time.
Even after Marcoroc had been strengthened by Asha's power, he was still being suppressed by Gavin Rad with an epic hammer.
Dressed in golden plate armor, Gavin Rad merely dodged to the side and avoided Marcoroc's sweeping attack by a hair's breadth.
The next second, a hammer hit the Garrus adjutant's face. Holy light mixed with lightning exploded on Marcoroc's enlarged face, and violent elemental turbulence swept across the red ground. Marcoroc's giant body was sent flying more than ten meters away by the impact of the hammer. Only after rolling a few times did he finally stop, amidst the shocked cries of the Kucaron guards.
"Yo, kid, you followed the wrong boss. People who use such evil powers will not have a good ending! "Gavin Rad mocked.
"You … know nothing about the Horde —" Marcoroc let out an angry roar and charged at Gavin Rad again.
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