The cold wind blew the black snowflakes, and the dense power of darkness descended from the sky, colliding with the golden sand on the ground that contained fiery magic power in the air.
In the sky, the scattered black clouds were quickly gathering again.
The Canopy of the Undead existed to isolate the light of the sun and prevent the weather from affecting the Scourge Army. After all, a hot sun would accelerate the decay of corpses and reduce the combat power of undead creatures such as ghouls.
Now, for only one reason, the Lich King had gathered his power.
"Your Majesty Ner 'zhul, now your great enemy, Duke Marcus, controls part of the power of the Sunwell. I, who am weak, am no match for him! Please bestow upon me the power to destroy your enemy. "
In Ner 'zhul's heart, Arthas, who had the most perfect aptitude and whose soul had fallen into the darkest hell, was his ideal spokesperson and the carrier of his future body. In the entire Scourge Army, Ner 'zhul had been trying to cultivate Arthas' authority.
Logically speaking, this kind of behavior of directly asking for power without Arthas was not allowed.
When he heard the name Duque, the name Duque deeply pierced his heart, evoking the memory that he did not want to recall in the depths of his soul.
If not for Duque's obstruction, he might have succeeded when he opened the Dark Portal for the second time. He would have been able to escape to a place where Kil 'jaeden's perception could not reach.
Perhaps it was a corner of the universe, or a planet in a bad situation.
No matter which one it was, it was much better than now!
After all, Kil 'jaeden was not an omniscient and omnipotent god. If he had been a step earlier … maybe … he would not have ended up in such an embarrassing state. After suffering all kinds of torture, even his soul was bitterly sealed in an ice skeleton, becoming a puppet of the Burning Legion.
Ner 'zhul hated it!
He changed his mind.
In front of the coalition army of the High Elves, the undead creatures fell in large numbers. They were like dried corpses that had their blood sucked dry by vampires, and then after a thousand years of sun, rain, and wind erosion, they actually carbonized and dissipated in the wind …
Mograine, Cirvanas, and the others were tongue-tied. They suddenly had a very bad premonition.
Undead creatures wouldn't court death. Their own 'death' could only mean one thing: their master wanted them to be destroyed.
Even for the Calamity Troop, which had no regard for capital, this was not a price that could be easily paid.
And so Ner 'zhul did.
What he got in return was the terrifying figure in midair whose aura had skyrocketed.
A quarter of an hour ago, Antonidas' attacks were unable to advance.
In the next second, the magic power around Antonidas skyrocketed.
It was the dark energy squeezed out from hundreds of thousands of undead creatures and spirits.
This terrifying power was so dense that it dyed the sky with a diameter of more than ten kilometers black with the Great Lich as the center. At first glance, it looked like an incomparably huge lump of black mud that was still constantly churning.
Humans, elves, dwarves … Everyone who witnessed this scene revealed expressions of fear.
The air became heavy, and all that was left was the sound of the mortals trying their best to suppress their gasps.
Was this still an enemy that mortals could fight against?
Suddenly, Cirvanas raised the reins, and the chocobo beneath her let out a loud screech.
"What are you doing?" Mograine asked immediately.
"Attack!" Cirvanas answered proudly.
"Wait! Duque called us … "
"Yes! He's the commander! But he's facing Antonidas, not Arthas! The Sunwell is under threat. And we … Because we refuse to wait for death! That's why we're here! "
Mograine and Abbendis were speechless for a moment, but then they understood.
Duque's' old habit 'was acting up again!
As a commander, he was almost perfect and picky. But in the Alliance, there was a saying — Duque always liked to pay the smallest price, and then fight for the biggest victory under this premise.
A leader who cherished his subordinates could easily gain the love and respect of his subordinates.
Most of the time, one could not win just by cherishing their subordinates.
This was a terrifying opponent that had destroyed two of the Alliance's kingdoms and swept through most of the continent.
It was an opponent that could never be defeated by sheer attrition.
Mograine and Abbendis looked at each other and smiled. Then Mograine raised the huge [Ashbringer] in his hand high. "Brothers! Why are we here? Isn't it all for the sake of killing our beloved King Terenas, the fallen demon Arthas? Those who don't have the courage to face death, get back on the ships now! The rest of you, follow me … "
Cirvanas gave Mograine an admiring look. She also raised the bow in her hand. "For our sun, for Quel 'dore-"
With the determination to fight, the 200,000 strong army rolled north, chasing after Arthas with no intention of turning back.
Feeling the movement of the army around him, Duque laughed. "Those guys … But that's good. Only like this is the Queen Sylvanas I love."
Facing the World of Azeroth that was becoming more and more biased, Duque always felt a little troubled.
No intervention!
If those tragic scenes were to repeat themselves, he wouldn't be able to bear it.
Intervention!
It would often lead to all kinds of unpredictable events. He was always worried that those great heroes who were originally famous in history would grow old and become useless.
He was also afraid that because of the changes he experienced, 'he' would no longer be 'he', and 'she' would no longer be 'she'. He was afraid that the best wishes in his heart would be different from reality, and he would not be able to adapt.
Now, with the help of the system's telescopic function, Duque saw Mograine riding forward on a warhorse in order to kill evil. He saw Cirvanas with her blond hair flying in the wind. Duque suddenly felt a real sense of spirit.
What was a hero?
Heroes were abstract and vague.
There was never an accurate definition of a hero.
But every time there was a disaster, when a seemingly weak figure stood up for his compatriots and did not hesitate to charge at a seemingly invincible enemy, their figure would overlap with the legendary hero.
Ah! This was indeed an era of heroes!
Looking at Antonidas who was attacking wildly with his surging power, and feeling the vast and boundless dark magic that far surpassed even the branch of the Sunwell, Duque's lips curled into a smile.
This smile suddenly gave Antonidas a bad feeling.
Could it be … Duque still had a trump card?
"Yo! Antonidas, do you think I haven't learned any new tricks after staying in the Void for ten years? "
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