Antonidas's final expression was fixed on a peaceful smile.
As a Lich, even a smile was terrifying, but he was indeed smiling from the bottom of his heart.
His dry throat made unintelligible noises. He reached out his withered hand as if trying to grab something. Was it his lost youth? Or was it the glory of being a human?
This, perhaps, would forever be a mystery.
His soul disintegrated, and the last power that drove the decaying body also disappeared. The sea breeze blew, and the once famous Mage Leader's body was like a sand castle blown away by the wind, turning into sand and dissipating with the wind.
Duque looked at the coin floating in his hand, a little stunned.
This was a gift of moral integrity that Archbishop Alonsos Faol had left him.
A long time ago in the Dalajan, a Lordaeron missionary threw a copper coin into the fountain and made a wish. "I hope that one day, I can spread the Way of Holy Light to the commoners, and teach them the meaning of the Three Great Virtues."
After Alonsos passed away, the Soul Coin that was passed on to Duque was the condensed Divine Will in Duque's hand.
After receiving Duque's permission, it merged with Duque's soul. With the truth, beauty, and all the righteous will around Duque as nourishment, this Soul Coin had become shining, full of holy aura.
Duque did not notice the gazes of the pastors in the army of 200,000 soldiers.
Not to mention Sally Whitemane, a young girl who had just touched the Way of Holy Light, even a bishop like Benedicta had a look of yearning.
Duque finally seemed to notice the burning gazes of the crowd. He laughed at himself. "Uh, if I can't continue on the path of the Pharaoh in the future, can I still go to the church and give some pointers to the female pastors?"
Just when everything seemed to have come to an end, the Lich King Ner 'zhul's will condensed into a huge, icy blue skull in the air.
This was a terrifying virtual image with a diameter of over 100 meters. It exuded an evil black spirit light and a terrifying aura that caused the temperature to plummet.
Every living being that witnessed this could not help but feel as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts. They felt like they could not breathe.
Oh my god! He had already killed a Breaking Dawn Great Lich.
Why were there so many creepy existences in the Calamity Army?
Ner 'zhul roared with all his might, "Duke Marcus, and you lowly humans and elves, do you think this is victory? Do you think I will let you go just like that? No! This was just the beginning! Death will eventually cover every inch of the World of Azeroth … "
Duque stopped and did not look back. "Ner 'zhul, that's enough! The last time you came to Karazhan, you were blown up by Kil 'jaeden and only had a soul left. Haven't you suffered enough? How dare you believe the words of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver? If the commander of the Burning Legion really succeeds in descending to Azeroth, you, who have no value, will not even be as good as a ghoul. "
Duque's words were more of a nail in Ner 'zhul's heart than a spoiler.
From the beginning to the end, Ner 'zhul was not willing to work for Kil'jaeden. In the original history, Ner' zhul took the opportunity to escape again. Duque was just pretending to make a deduction based on Kil'jaeden's character.
Suddenly, Ner 'zhul almost choked to death.
"You … you … you …"
If there were Kil 'jaeden's henchmen nearby, Ner' zhul might have pretended to shout a few words of "long live the Burning Legion!". To show his loyalty.
However, although Ner 'zhul was afraid of death, his self-esteem was still very strong. After all, he had been a great chieftain and had now named himself the noble Filthy Goblin King.
In front of so many people, Ner 'zhul would never admit that he was Kil'jaeden's dog.
After choking for three seconds, Ner 'zhul finally roared, "Duque! You think you're in control of the situation, but you're wrong! I'm telling you, you're definitely a loser this time! You'll never know what my perfect plan is! Even if you have the ability to stop Arthas now, my plan to destroy Azeroth will still not be affected in the slightest! "
"Whether it's humans, dwarves, elves, or any other race, your only fate is to become my slaves after death. The land you cherish will become a rotten land worse than Draenor. Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! "
Duque bared his teeth.
Think? Do I still need to think about it?
I already know what you're going to do …
Ner 'zhul, are you done with your nonsense? If you're done, then get lost! I used to think that you were trash who only knew how to fart, but now you've actually fallen to become a dog who only knows how to fart! Aren't you ashamed?
That's right!
The Burning Legion's repeated attacks on Azeroth were almost unstoppable. Even if they could withstand it this time, they could not avoid the next time.
Since that was the case, Duque, who was still a transmigrator, was thinking about how to make the Alliance grow faster and how to strengthen himself.
Other than saving the High Elves, the next most important thing was of course for the Night Elves to join the Alliance. The elves were all super conservative, not to mention the Night Elves who were rampant with the Druid doctrine. If the demons did not come to their door, would the Night Elves run out to ask for help?
Archimonde's arrival was certainly a tragedy.
But protecting the World Tree did not benefit Du Ze and the Alliance at all!
Therefore, Duque had already made up his mind to decisively let the Alliance do nothing before Archimonde killed his way to the World Tree.
Of course, there was a large group of the future Alliance's middle power, led by Cirvanas, watching. As the leader of the Alliance, Duque still had to put on an act no matter what.
At this moment, Duque's moral integrity was in his body.
At this second, Duque's body glowed with a golden light.
At this moment, Duque was openly … lying!
The handsome Duque raised his head and looked at the skeleton in mid-air. He raised his right hand, and the holy gold coin once again turned into a holy sword.
Hmph!
A 40-meter long long sword. Oh, it's a super holy sword. I'm asking you if you're afraid!?
Duque's words were righteous and overflowing with a noble spirit.
"Haha! You underestimate the intelligent races of Azeroth. Do you think you can overthrow the entire Azeroth with your lousy plot? Ner 'zhul, do you want to destroy this world? Have you asked us? "
With that, Duque turned around and looked at those pairs of burning eyes. Then, he shouted at the Alliance soldiers, "Human soldiers, this despicable demon in front of us says he wants to kill us all and turn us into this bastard's slaves. Do you agree?"
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