With an ear-piercing whistle, the fireballs around Duque scattered in all directions.
It was a terrifying scene, as though a meteor shower had fallen to the ground.
Everywhere the fireballs went, there were thunderous explosions.
Thunderous explosions resounded, sparks flew in all directions, rocks exploded, and bones and flesh flew everywhere.
The scene at the Scorching Canyon thirteen years ago seemed to replay itself in Mograine's eyes.
Back then, it was only possible for an entire Dwarven Tank Legion to create such a scene. But now, Duque had done it all by himself!
Perhaps his destructive power was still lacking, but his momentum was definitely not inferior to that of the past.
Far away in the south, Orgrim, who had suddenly heard the loud noise from the north, suddenly raised his head.
Such a horrified sound naturally made him think of the same thing.
The same shocking momentum.
The same perfect timing to strike.
Even though his vision was limited on the horizon and he had no time to pay attention to anything else in the fierce battle, Orgrim could not help but mutter a name that had given him nightmares for more than ten years.
"Duke Marcus …"
It was as though a lit fuse had cut into the massive group of Undead. With this fuse as the center, all the Undead parted to the sides. They were forced to move aside in the form of flesh and bones flying everywhere.
Broken human legs, broken spider legs, shattered stone fragments of the Gargoyles … …
That kind of visual impact caused everyone who saw this scene to be shaken to the core.
Duque's speed was too fast. A few seconds after he and his horse swept past, the huge fireballs that flew out exploded in the distance. It looked as though the ground had been forcefully plowed open by a huge plow, and the soil fell in all directions.
As soon as Duque passed, there was a series of explosions behind him, and the Undead formation was in disarray.
Charging head-on with the enemy's spear formation was the worst strategy.
Even if the enemy's back was facing them, it was not advantageous for them to charge if they stood too closely together.
After all, there were many huge creatures among the Undead, such as the Cavern Demons that were almost two men tall. If they were to collide with them head-on, it would definitely result in the deaths of both men and horses.
Only with the right amount of sparseness was the best place for the cavalry to display their might.
Seeing the gaps in the Doomsday Army's defense line, Mograine and Abbendis shouted at the same time, "Good —"
Duque had never been a cavalry commander for even a day, but he had long understood the true meaning of military formations after years of leading troops.
If the Scarlet Cross could not grasp such a perfect opening, then they would be letting down their reputation as elites.
The Dark Dean Gatling, the man who had taken over the Barov Family's fortress and turned Caer Darrow into the base of the Cursed God's cult, the man who turned Scholomance into a true academy, screamed in pain, "No —"
In the absence of Kel 'Thuzad, he and Ras Frostwhisper were competitors. Lys represented the Scourge, but he was more inclined towards Kel 'Thuzad's direct line of descent.
Just now, when Rhys couldn't take down the Beastmen, he was happy to watch the show, but now it was his turn to suffer.
He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he were to squander the army right after Arthis, the King of Death, handed it over to him. How would Arthis deal with him later?
In the heart of Lich King Ner 'zhul, Arthis's position was much higher than that of Kel' Thuzad, the Dark Wizard with a damaged soul. What's more, Kel 'Thuzad had been killed by Arthis and hadn't been resurrected yet.
Gatling could see that Duque was the key to the entire human army. As long as he killed Duque, he was 70% sure that he could take a breather and then swallow this human army.
He couldn't watch any longer, so he made a decisive move.
Seven continuous, incomparably gorgeous flashes allowed him to cross over a distance of more than a kilometer, and in an instant, he reached Duque's side.
"Not good!"
The layman watched the show, while the expert saw the artistry.
Duque's sea of fireballs looked incomparably gorgeous, and he could almost single-handedly deal with half of the Scourge Army. In the eyes of experts, Duque was actually a scumbag with a little bit of cleverness.
Why?
Because Duque only used low-level [Flame Blast]!
Even Antonidas, who was watching this scene through the Magician's Eye, was fooled by Duque's seemingly gorgeous but actually weak methods. The veteran Breaking Dawn Wizard subconsciously thought that Duque had been seriously injured while rushing back from the Void.
In fact, this was indeed the case. However, no one would have thought that Duque had used Illusia's magic circuit to resurrect with full energy.
At this moment, Duque looked like he had the power of a peak Morning Star.
The name of the Best Actor Duque was not just for show!
"Die!" Gatling flashed over, and the first thing he did was [Sacrifice]!
He didn't even notice the trace of mockery at the corner of Duque's mouth.
[Mirror Image of Truth] activated.
The only thing Gatling's demonic flames burned was the poor horse.
In the next moment, the light of [Flash] lit up behind Gatling.
Not good! I've been tricked!
The elemental undulations that suddenly erupted from Duque didn't seem like that of a weak Morning Star Wizard. This was clearly a Radiant Moon who was at the same level as Gatling!
And not just any ordinary Radiant Moon, but one that was about to step into Breaking Dawn, a half-step Breaking Dawn Wizard!
Gatling's intestines turned green with regret.
Why had he courted death?
He'd actually been so hot-headed as to personally deal with someone else's trump card?
Those who could charge alone were either idiots who only had 'courage' left in their minds, or people with shocking strength. Evidently, the other party was the latter.
Without any hesitation, Gatling flashed as well.
Who knew that a scene that scared Gatling out of his wits would appear. A Radiant Moon Wizard could flash more than a hundred metres away.
Gatling could jump more than two hundred metres with his full strength.
With a radius of two hundred metres, this was an extremely large range.
He never expected that at the spot he'd set up, the same radiance of [Flash] would light up almost at the same time.
That's right! Duque's vengeful spirit had caught up!
"This is impossible!" Gatling cried out in alarm.
It was impossible for other mages to do so.
Sensing such minute magical undulations from a Warlock who was a wizard and used the power of darkness in the Canopy of Necromancy that was filled with the aura of death?
"This is impossible!" As if to confirm his thoughts, Gatling once again activated [Flash], and then let out another cry of despair.
The combination of Duque and the system elf made the impossible possible!
In Duque's retina, coupled with the holographic image in his mind that had been scanned and marked by the system, Duque could clearly see every magical undulation that belonged to Dean Gatling in the surrounding space.
This final BOSS of Scholomance, one of Kel 'Thuzad's left and right arms, was just a dancing clown in the palm of Duque's eyes.
"Die!"
Bigby threw out a series of demonic punches. This Cursing Sect BOSS, who had yet to completely abandon his human body, was actually beaten to death by Duque amidst thousands of troops in front of countless beings.
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