This was an era where divine weapons could be found everywhere!
To put it in an exaggerated way, killing a pig in the enemy's lair in a random game could yield a divine weapon.
Of course, that was just for show. To truly unleash the power of a divine weapon, it had to be recharged.
A divine weapon that had not been recharged and had the power of the engravings was just a pile of scrap metal. At most, it looked better.
Well … But to a salted fish, even a useless divine weapon was still a divine weapon.
He could brag about it for the rest of his life and pass it down to his descendants as a family heirloom!
"I, your grandfather! Back then, there were a bunch of divine weapons. Look, the door panel of our house was made of the divine weapon tower shield … "
Divine weapons were the ultimate glory of an era, and also the greatest symbol of an era.
Some might say that if divine weapons were common, would they still be divine weapons?
Duque wanted to say, "Yes! Even if they were common, a divine weapon was still a divine weapon. "
Without these divine weapons, the mortals of Azeroth would not have the power to fight against hundreds of millions of demons, especially the elite demons.
For normal demons, Duque relied on the technology tree in the Alliance to use all kinds of mass-produced black technology to make up for this disadvantage.
But in the World of Azeroth, high-level mysteries would always crush low-level mysteries.
Without enough energy, ordinary attacks would be useless against high-ranking demons.
This was truly unscathed. Even the mandatory 1 HP reduction in the game didn't happen.
Perhaps after this ultimate battle, most of the divine weapons that were temporarily created would lose their power and become ordinary metal.
It was because of these timely divine weapons that the mortals had the possibility of defeating the terrifying Burning Legion.
Orgaron was gone, and the war that involved the entire World of Azeroth was just about to begin.
Witnessing and hearing the news of the legion's return made the leaders of the various countries extremely nervous.
After returning, there were no surprises. The Throne Conference passed the war mobilization motion.
Sally's voice sounded in every communication channel in the Alliance again. "Emergency broadcast! Emergency broadcast! Just 15 minutes ago, the leaders of the Alliance received accurate news from the Pantheon. The Burning Legion will descend on Azeroth in 360 days. The Throne Conference has passed an emergency motion. The entire Alliance will immediately enter a state of Level One combat readiness. "
"From now on, the Alliance will prohibit the sale of food, wine, and alcoholic beverages."
"The military factory will immediately adjust the production plan. Within three days, three shifts will be in operation 24 hours a day."
"…"
The final battle had finally arrived.
Everyone knew enough about the return of the army. It could even be said that the Alliance had been waiting for this day for too long.
When the news was confirmed, many people didn't panic. Instead, they felt a sense of relief.
If they succeeded, their race would continue to multiply. Even if they didn't have a thousand generations, they would at least be carefree for a hundred years.
If they failed, the world would be destroyed, and everyone would be finished.
There were no rousing slogans, only a calm crowd that began to move towards the barracks and factories in an orderly manner. Even if they weren't on duty, everyone wanted to know what would happen next.
In the final days of peace, the Alliance survived 35 years of the Door of Darkness.
The 1st of April, Year 36 of the Dark Portal. It was a rather amusing day for Duque.
Duque suddenly sensed something.
Almost at the same time, Nozdormu sent a telepathic message. "Duque, can you feel it?"
"Yes."
"My strength is still okay …"
"No, it's better to let it out. It's impossible to guard against it for thousands of years. There will always be a time when you are weak or when the mortals show a flaw. Instead of pretending that it's scabies, it's better to bear the pain and get rid of it. Whether the wound becomes a fatal wound and dies, or whether the rotten flesh is cut off and completely healed, it all depends on our hard work and luck. "
After all, the intelligent races of the mortal world weren't created by the Titans.
Strictly speaking, the Titans' creation was indeed very perfect. They could perform their duties for tens of thousands of years. They wouldn't feel bored, nor would they feel that anything was wrong.
Because in their way of thinking, there was no such thing as' freedom '. Even their way of thinking was fixed.
Mortals weren't the same.
'Freedom' gave the intelligent races of the mortal world all kinds of imaginative ideas and magical creativity. At the same time, it stripped them of their stability.
This was like the story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. One or two stern warnings would wake them up. But as time passed, they would unknowingly become slack.
To be able to make the entire Alliance operate efficiently, with everyone working together and persisting in high-intensity labor and preparation for war for ten years was already quite the limit.
Frankly speaking, if the Burning Legion didn't come, the taut string in the hearts of the people would either break or they would secretly relax.
Now, it was just right.
In the past, Duque didn't know how the Burning Legion would come to Azeroth.
According to the original history, Gul 'dan in the parallel world of the [King of Draenor] was still alive and kicking. Then, he crossed time and space, rolled from the magically modified Draenor to Azeroth, and opened the ancient portal that had been sealed for a long time.
That was the portal that was opened in the ancient war.
Here came the problem. The Gul 'dan in the timeline of this world was long dead. His head was cut off and hollowed out. He was first given to Ner' zhul as a magic artifact [Gul 'dan's Skull]. Not long after, Ner 'zhul kicked Duque and sent him flying to Draenor, blowing up Draenor.
What was amazing was that this thing blew up most of Draenor. Under the protection of Kil 'jaeden's power, this magic artifact was actually fine.
Then, it fell into the hands of Illidan.
[Gul 'dan's Skull] also fell into the hands of Duque after Illidan was defeated and captured. Duque threw it directly into the Light's Hope Chapel and let Alonsus Faol and the others seal it for a long time.
After unifying the four major Elemental Realms, Duque was worried that this thing would become a scourge, so he directly used the Ultimate Flame of the Land of Fire to destroy this skull.
Now, the one who broke through the void and stepped out of the portal was shockingly Gou Dan. Oh, Gul 'dan!
Having just stepped out of the chaos of time and space, Gul 'dan's nerves were in a state of disorder. He was unable to immediately notice Nozdormu and Duque's spying.
Duque asked Nozdormu, "Where did this guy come from?"
Nozdormu's voice was like a whisper, "This Gul 'dan comes from a world in a parallel timeline that I don't know about. Hell, I feel the power of the 'fallen me' in him. "
When Duque heard this, he almost bit off his own tongue.
Right! Duque and Queen Sylvanas traveled through time and space and almost unified all the timelines where Azeroth had spread out. This almost did not include the timeline where Nozdormu fell and became the Eternal Dragon King.
Obviously, the fallen Nozdormu in the future had tricked Azeroth.
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