"Argh —" Antonidas let out an earth-shattering scream. The entire world was like a living person getting goosebumps. Immediately, countless bumps that made people shudder appeared, as though something was about to explode and erupt.
"Argh …" Antonidas' original form screamed as he appeared in this world. Although he had hidden himself a long time ago, any place that dealt with the most power of darkness would definitely have the core of his soul.
After knowing this, under the scanning of the system elf, the pitiful Great Lich had nowhere to hide!
Without the sage-like appearance of an old wizard with fluttering white hair and beard, and without the aura of a supreme being who commanded thousands of men and horses, Antonidas, who had lost all external disguises, looked no different from a ghoul hugging its head and curling up into a ball.
Duque's Scale of Life did not just destroy the main vein of this domain world, but also the order of this world.
The overly concentrated power of darkness rampaged in his soul, as though it would explode at any moment.
At the very end, he stood up straight, his body trembling as though there were whips lashing at him every moment.
If Duque's guess was right, this was a punishment from the soul.
Antonidas' voice trembled, but there was a sense of tranquility.
"Duque … I've made many mistakes in my life. But my greatest honor is to have once created a prosperous Dalajan. On account of the time we fought side by side, please promise me to revive the Dalajan. Finally, please give me a quick death. I don't want to return to the throne of Ner 'zhul. "
Duque was a little surprised. Not every soul was named Uther or Bolvar, and could resist the terrifying pressure of the Lich King. Although he did not think that Antonidas had such willpower and boldness, which could be seen from the old wizard's fall, he really did not think that the old wizard would be able to break free from the Lich King's soul shackles at the last moment of his collapse.
This made Duque inexplicably feel more respect for the veteran Breaking Dawn wizard who had ruled the Dalajan for nearly 50 years.
"Good! I promise you, I will revive the Dalajan. Just as I did with Stormwind. "
An expression of relief appeared on Antonidas's withered face, which was unique to a Lich.
In Duque's green world that had been digitally altered by a sea of 0s and 1s, he could clearly see that Antonidas was collecting all the pieces of his soul into this body.
In his field of vision, Antonidas's face quickly changed back to the appearance of a living person — that wise elder with white hair and a white beard …
At this time, Ner 'zhul's sharp and exasperated voice came from the void, "No! Antonidas! Your soul belongs to me. You have no right to deal with your own soul — "
Antonidas was anxious. "Duque! Hurry up and move! Even if I only have 10% of my soul left, Ner 'zhul can still forcefully resurrect me and force me to serve him! "
Duque's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Without hesitation, a golden shadow suddenly rushed out from Duque's body.
It was an illusion that was identical to Duque's real body. The biggest difference between it and Duque's real body was that it emitted an incomparably holy aura.
Between the index and middle fingers of its right hand was a coin.
In the next moment, the coin turned into a standard cross sword that knights loved to use. The cross sword emitted a golden light and pierced into Antonidas's forehead like lightning …
"This sword?!" Antonidas's expression suddenly changed, and a smile of relief appeared on his face. A voice floated into Duque's soul. "Thank you … Duque … In the Dalajan, 300 meters below my wizard tower, there is my last treasure. The password is to connect my two magic circuits with my real name."
Duque's whole body trembled. "Uh …"
He really did not think that after killing Antonidas, there would be such 'extra equipment'.
Duque saw that a large number of zeros and ones around him were speeding up the separation. Antonidas's elemental power was disintegrating. In just a few seconds, the snow-white world supported by the dark power quickly faded, and the periphery gradually returned to the seaside scenery on the Isle of Quel 'Danas.
"It's Duque!?" Sylvanas was the first to see the figure inside clearly. Her heart failed to live up to her expectations and started beating wildly.
Immediately, there was a burst of screams from the crowd. They did not think that the battle between the two would be so terrifying. The huge dark power turned into a huge cocoon with a diameter of a kilometer, tightly wrapping the two people.
No outsider would be able to get involved.
He had thought that this would be an evenly matched battle that would drag on for a long time.
Who would have thought that in less than three minutes, the winner would be decided?
Duque thrust his sword forward, and the illusory blade of the golden cross sword was like a burning golden flame, directly igniting the old lich's body.
The longsword that was like a holy sword pierced through the great lich's head and rapidly melted his soul. This scene, in the eyes of the 200,000 soldiers, was like an apostle of god using supreme divine power to punish the evil fallen!
Everyone's expression was gone, leaving only a look of disbelief.
"Saint Duque …"
"Oh my god! It really is Saint Duque! "
The people unconsciously murmured, reciting the nickname of Duque when he revived Stormwind and saved the people with supreme wisdom and internal power.
That's right!
Saint Duque!
The legendary name that was transmitted by every bard shone again at this moment.
Not only were the humans and a few dwarves shouting, but Theron even found that many elves were also shouting Duque's holy name.
On the other side, after Duque's golden illusion stabbed the sword, Antonidas's withered body trembled violently. When Duque's illusion pulled out the golden sword of holy light, the illusion disappeared.
Duque put his hands behind his back, stepped on the sand, and walked to the side of the former chairman of the Kirin Tor. This once famous mage leader could no longer maintain the illusory appearance of an old mage, and had returned to the form of a lich.
Duque looked at Antonidas's turbid eyes. At this moment, he could not even feel the joy of victory in his heart. He only asked calmly, "Is this okay?"
The great lich's throat gurgled, but in the end, it seemed that because his vocal cords had decayed for too long, he still could not make a sound.
At this moment when his soul was beginning to collapse, further emotional expression seemed to be an extravagant hope.
Looking at him, Duque could not help but show a trace of sadness in his eyes.
In his impression, there did not seem to be a good ending for fallen people …
Duque took one last look at the sad old mage and turned to leave. But this former supreme ruler of the Dalajan was like the last radiance of the setting sun. His body trembled violently, and then there was a whisper in the wind.
It was a sound that Antonidas had recalled thousands of times, and who knew how many times he tried to control his throat to squeeze out a sound.
"Thank you …"
That was a human, not an undead, expressing his gratitude at the end of his life.
Duque stopped and replied softly, "You're welcome …"
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