According to Sargeras's personality, even if he cleared out all the righteous forces on Azeroth, he would still pull N 'Zoth out of the planet's core and beat him up.
N 'Zoth's turtle-like fighting style was meaningless against Sargeras.
Duque and the rest couldn't possibly tear down Azeroth and turn it upside down to drag him out. Sargeras was different. At most, he would blow up the entire planet after he got his hands on the good stuff on Azeroth.
N 'Zoth was rendered speechless by Duque. In any case, he already knew that he couldn't do anything to Duque this time. Therefore, he didn't even reply and retreated cleanly.
He didn't even say anything harsh. Without a sound, he let his remaining consciousness withdraw from Cenarius's body.
Uh, my Brother Enzo, a ruthless god doesn't talk much.
Almost as soon as N 'Zoth's consciousness left, the fallen Cenarius charged over like a wild horse with an anus prolapse.
Duque really wanted to describe this fallen demigod in the form of a centaur or something. Unfortunately, Cenarius was howling as if he was on steroids. As he ran, he left behind large clumps of corrosive substances.
These were all the rotten substances that were originally sealed in his body to increase his power of corruption. But once N 'Zoth left, in order to disgust Duque, he pulled out a plug. Cenarius charged forward while leaving behind a pile of things.
Not only were there green and yellow smelly pollutants, but there were also things that looked like internal organs.
This was clearly an anus prolapse!
Sigh, what rotten land, rotten world, I hate coming to places like this the most.
Duque's left hand carried the half-collapsed Ysera. He raised his right hand's middle finger … and index finger. A spark appeared.
In half a second, in this world where one could do whatever they wanted as long as they had enough mental strength and imagination, a monstrous fire was ignited.
From the edge of his field of vision to the front of Duque's feet, as long as he looked in the direction of Cenarius, all he could see were blazing flames.
Endless flames that connected the sky and the sun!
Burn your demigod, motherf * cker!
The fallen Cenarius continued to shout, shouting words that even he himself did not know what they were. However, the sea of fire quickly caught up to him, burning his four legs that were oozing pus and igniting his shoulders and antlers that were covered in fiery red crystal clusters.
"Wow! Ah ah ah ah ah — "
Pairs of flaming hands appeared one after another, clawing at Cenarius' body. Almost every claw tore off large chunks of rotten flesh from his body, rapidly charring the wounds. However, new flaming hands grabbed at the huge Cenarius, rapidly roasting him.
"Ahhhh —"
It was a charge of death.
After a few steps, Cenarius lost his balance and fell to the ground.
That was the bad thing about four-legged guys who were too big. Once their legs were broken, they would be dead on the spot.
He randomly summoned rotten thorns and other messy things in an attempt to attack Duque. Unfortunately, he couldn't, and neither could his summons.
As a demigod with a strong inclination towards support, his greatest characteristic was his ability to reduce energy consumption. When the enemy's attack exceeded his recovery ability, his defense could ignore his attack methods.
In that case, the title of 'Tire Killer' would lose its meaning.
Cenarius was still struggling in vain, but his cries made Ysera tremble. Malfurion, who was watching this scene from afar, felt sad.
The great druid knelt on the ground. He looked blankly at Cenarius, who was struggling in the sea of flames and walking towards death.
The fall and death of Cenarius was definitely a huge blow to the Druid Sect.
The first time he was killed by Grom's axe, it could still be said that Cenarius wasn't a battle-type demigod. But this fall would directly affect all the druids in the Cenarion Circle …
Malfurion suddenly felt lost and emotional about the unknown road ahead.
He looked at Ysera, who was crying softly on Duque's shoulder, and thought to himself, I'm afraid the future of the druids will fall on the Green Dragon Queen's shoulders.
The death of the fallen Cenarius symbolized the collapse of the last point of corrosion in the Emerald Nightmare.
In the entire Dream World, whirlpools of various sizes suddenly appeared in countless places. These whirlpools sucked in all the corrosive things. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the Emerald Dream was recovering.
Duque sighed.
This was the Emerald Dream, the magical spiritual world left behind by the Titans, the natural blueprint of Azeroth. Without the source of corrosion interfering, the Emerald Dream's own recovery ability was enough. There was no need for external forces to restore it.
Historically, after defeating Savis, when Elune took away Ysera's purified soul, the Emerald Dream recovered its beauty.
Although this battle had started anticlimactic, the key was that Duque had cut off the possibility of the corrosion spreading further at the first opportunity. When Duque saved Ysera, it meant that N 'Zoth could not destroy the entire Emerald Dream at the fastest speed possible.
This was the key of all.
"Hmm?" Duque suddenly noticed that there was a brilliant orange glow on Cenarius's charred remains that dissipated with the wind.
He was no stranger to this glow, but he did not expect that he would be so lucky as to obtain another divine artifact.
With a wave of his hand, the Magician's Hand naturally helped him pick up the item.
[Norgannon's Foresight]: A pair of divine mage shoes.
"Magic should be regulated, managed, and controlled. At the same time, it should be understood and cherished, not left on the shelf. You must thoroughly understand this contradiction. "
This inscription carved in the Titan language on the heel of the shoe sounded quite sophisticated.
Duque did not care. At his level, he already had his own unique understanding of magic. What Duque really valued was the speed of elemental condensation provided by this pair of divine artifact shoes.
The Titan Rune Magic Circle attached to it had a tactic that could gather arcane and other elements at a higher speed. This tactic was like the Alliance's army, which was still using diesel as fuel, suddenly being upgraded to the level of small-scale nuclear power.
The magnitude of the improvement was obvious.
As expected, a divine artifact related to the Pantheon Titan was awesome!
Almost as soon as the divine artifact shoes were in his hands, Duque subconsciously wanted to kiss the beauty in his arms.
This time, Duque braked.
There was no way. Malfurion, that third wheel, was still watching.
"Go back," Duque said.
Although weak, Ysera said resolutely, "Go back? Go back where? This is my duty, the Emerald Dream that I swore to protect with my soul and life! "
"You have to at least recover."
"I …"
Duque interrupted her. "You've already cut off your connection with the Emerald Dream. And do you think that N 'Zoth really left without leaving any spies in the Emerald Dream? Don't be naive. He can still invade this place when you're at your peak. You're so weak now. As soon as I leave, you'll fall. This time, the Emerald Dream is really finished. "
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