"Oh, it's okay. Alexstrasza knows. She said that it was her kin who went overboard. The Red Dragon Army will not pursue the matter."
Antonidas blushed. He had originally wanted to extort some money from Duque. "Alright, I'll let you have it easy. You can perform and help me control it. "
And so, Duque stood on top of the tank, looking like he was about to cast a spell. Archmage Antonidas, on the other hand, was hiding in the tank, doing the dirty work.
To be honest, Duque did not want to cast a spell now. Baron Geddon's [Mana Burn] was still causing him trouble. The magic that flowed in Duque's body was the lowest level of monitoring. He only used the system elf to help him monitor Antonidas' spell-casting process, preventing him from losing control and warning him.
For Antonidas, this was enough.
Duque pretended to chant a spell on top of the tank. Antonidas, as well as the high-level Dalajan mages around Duque's tank, began to focus on summoning energy and filling their bodies with magic.
There was not much energy left in this land, but the Dark Portal itself contained a huge amount of energy, and there were no measures to prevent people like mages from taking it for their own use.
No, it should be said that there were originally.
After the last master, Gul 'dan, died in the tomb of Sargeras, the magic that was originally set on the Dark Portal became a decoration.
Antonidas and the other mages were now doing this — absorbing the energy of the Dark Portal and directing it to Khadgar.
The old mage's long silver hair stood up, sweeping the roof of the tank.
To the Orcs, magical energy that they could not understand began to dance on Duque's face and fingertips.
The wind roared around Duque, and the Orcs even felt that there was lightning around Duque.
The Orcs seemed to have found the reason for their defeat — ah! So it was such a terrifying human mage who defeated us!
They began to hold their breath, not even daring to make a sound.
Facing the Door of Darkness, Duque closed his eyes, opened his arms, and opened his palms. He slowly pushed against the Door of Darkness, as if he wanted to release all the energy he had absorbed earlier. Of course, this was only the work of the poor blue-collared mage in the tank.
The enormous energy gathered in front of Duque and formed a mysterious, pulsating, glowing ball-shaped object with countless light spots hovering around it.
Even without any knowledge of mysticism, everyone who saw this scene could easily sense this energy ball, feel its pulsation, and feel its condensation.
Duque was very satisfied with the fearful and respectful gazes that came from all directions.
Very good!
His level of acting cool was already maxed out!
Duque secretly gave himself a 360-degree compliment.
Well, it's just to scare the Orcs anyway, so there's no need for him to be proud of it. Heh heh heh!
With the help of the system elf, Duque focused his consciousness on the huge spatial fissure and the energy it contained. He confirmed its location again and sent a clear 3D spatial spell model to Antonidas.
Antonidas, who was below, shuddered, and a bitter taste appeared in his mouth. Is it really because of the difference in talent? I've just begun to sense the shape of the fissure, and this devilish little guy, Duque, has already made the entire spatial fissure model.
With a deep sigh, Antonidas began to work.
He quickly arranged the tasks of the various high-ranking mages in the magic communication circuit, and then informed Duque that it was done.
Duque … Duque opened his eyes, and the aftermath of the enormous energy seemed to flow out from his eyes that were deeper than the universe. The Windrunner sisters beside him were dazzled, and the human soldiers and Orc captives were shocked.
They saw Duque suddenly put his hands together so that his palms were facing each other, and then he made a pushing gesture. The huge energy ball suspended in mid-air suddenly flew forward.
The ball was elongated into a slender shape, like some special spear.
An energy spear that was about to be thrown into the center of the Dark Portal.
Its energy gushed out, poured into the Dark Portal, and pierced through the stone slabs that built it.
"Boom!" Suddenly, there was a huge tremor.
This big explosion shook many Alliance soldiers and Orc Warriors, and even Duque himself almost fell from the top of the tank he was standing on.
The illusory black and green energy ball in the middle of the portal was instantly blown to pieces. Fortunately for the nearby Alliance soldiers, almost every piece of energy that was blown out was sucked into the portal that was about to collapse.
The space shook violently, and after ten seconds, the huge spatial fissure disappeared.
The surging green and black colors were replaced by a blank space. Every high-ranking mage could clearly feel that after the connection with the world called Draenor was cut off, the earth began to breathe again.
Standing on the top of the tank, Duque looked around, and he saw Lothar standing up in a slightly disheveled state. Of course, the more disheveled one was Turalyon, the serious and responsible Paladin. When he felt the danger just now, he immediately stood in front of Lothar, seemingly ready to use the [Holy Shield].
Not sensing the arrival of a truly destructive shock wave, Turalyon also gave up on the idea of using the [Invincible Spell]. The Paladin was covered in dust and small stones, but he didn't seem to be injured, and he smiled at Duque as he wiped the dust off his body.
"The Dark Portal has been destroyed. Unless another Demigod uses an artifact to open it, our world is safe- "Standing on a high place, Duque waved his arm and shouted, and suddenly the most fanatical cheers of the Alliance soldiers sounded from all directions!
"We are safe!"
"The war is really over!"
"Long live Duke Marcus!"
"Long live Anduin Lothar!"
"Long live the Alliance!"
"Hahaha!"
"Victory! We finally won! "
Whose tears were flying?
Which man who had lost his loved ones was laughing?
The war at the Dark Portal that lasted for two years finally came to an end. Although it did not last long, this terrifying war had engulfed the entire Eastern Kingdom. Every intelligent race on this huge continent was involved in the war.
From the southernmost Stormwind to the northernmost Cuel Salas, every family had experienced blood, tears, sorrow, and pain.
However, now this damn war was finally over. People cheered excitedly, revealing a long-lost smile from the bottom of their hearts. Everyone smiled and really relaxed their nerves.
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