The final blow of Antonidas' Wizard Tower was naturally Duque's doing. If Duque could control the Wizard Tower once, he could control it a second time.
Not to mention that Antonidas was no longer there.
It seemed like Duque was a coward … Oh, no! Someone like Duque, who took the overall situation into consideration, was cautious, and seriously checked whether the original history was reliable. He was really the only one in the world.
Hmm!
Chicken and eggs!
Eggs hitting a rock!
You won't die if you don't look for trouble!
Adjectives like these all described the same situation — overestimating one's capabilities!
Duque never thought that this kind of thing would actually happen to him and the Alliance one day!
Immune to magic!
Invulnerable!
This was simply the legendary invincible overlord body!
The real version of Azeroth had gradually drifted away from the world that Duque was familiar with. Of course, this was also due to Duque's efforts. However, the system could not determine how much the world matched. Duque, who was already deeply rooted in this world, still had to muddle along.
If he did not kill Archimonde and let him kill the World Tree, once the Burning Legion succeeded, his days would be over!
What to do?
This was a very challenging … thing!
The original Archimonde had looked for trouble by climbing the World Tree, and then was killed by the collective self-destruction of the Night Elf version of the Elf Pet!
Elves were ancient souls living in the Kalimdor Forest. Legend had it that they were actually the souls of the dead Night Elves. Elves and Night Elves lived in harmony and served the ancient trees. They could turn into various trees and grow into living buildings.
For Duque, the most amazing thing about the Elves was their [Self-Destruction] skill!
Miraculously, ordinary people were immune to the self-destruction of the Elves. Only professionals who had mastered magic and summoned creatures would be injured by the self-destruction.
The self-destruction would consume the mage's magic power, which was commonly known as mana burning.
As for summoned creatures, it would cause a huge amount of damage.
According to history, Archimonde was clearly defined as a [Summoned Creature]! Calling it a summoned creature was a bit inaccurate. To be more precise, it should be a soul or creature that did not belong to this world.
However, the damage from the Fairies' self-destruction was also limited.
Before heavily injuring Archerons, the little sprite, who had no attack power and slow movement speed, would just be sending herself to her death. Only when Archimonde was on his last breath would the little elf be able to send him on his last journey by self-detonating.
Alright!
The problem was back to square one!
For example, Archimonde was a huge, invulnerable super demon with sky-high physical defense. How could they beat him half to death?
Duque didn't just have a toothache.
His eyes hurt! My ears hurt! His heart ached! A pain in the ass! There wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't aching!
A headache was a headache, but as a qualified commander, Duke still announced the important news of Archeron's arrival at the first possible moment.
During the military conference, the high-ranking generals fell into a deathly silence!
Last time, Duque sent the Demon King Sargeras into the Bottomless Abyss. The most important thing was that Sargeras had only descended with his soul in order to bypass Azeroth's protective spell formation.
This time, it was Archimonde's true body that had descended. Although they did not know how strong he was, after seeing the images of the Dalajan ruins, everyone was still livid.
Turalyon stroked his increasingly fluffy beard. "Do we have a chance of winning against such a monster?"
Mograine suddenly slammed the table. "This is our world! Our country! Our homeland! Even if the chances of winning are zero, we must stand up against evil! "
Seidan advised, "Alexandros! Don't get too excited! No one can become a Paladin if they don't have the heart to sacrifice themselves for justice! Our hearts are the same! Turalyon is just wondering if there is a better way to get rid of this terrifying demon commander at the lowest cost! "
Abbendis, who had just arrived yesterday, muttered, "If we can get rid of it at a price, then that's fine … I'm most afraid that there is no price at all!"
No price was priceless! There was no way to get rid of it!
Duque pondered for a long time, then finally made a decision. "Rhonin! I'll give you an important mission. I'll send you to the Kalimdor Continent. I want you to lead an elite team and find a way to get in touch with the Night Elves as soon as possible. At the very least, warn them of the impending danger! "
"Understood!" Rhonin nodded vigorously. His eyes were filled with undisguised excitement and passion! For Duque to give him such an important mission, this was undoubtedly an affirmation of him!
He had followed that person for more than ten years!
He had grown up chasing after him … This was affirmation from Teacher Duque!
Rhonin felt the blood in his veins surging!
"I'll let Lilas accompany you. You'd better choose a reliable Paladin from the Alliance. "
Abbendis was stunned, then raised his hand. "You can let my daughter Bridget go. Her team has just suffered heavy losses and needs to be reorganized."
"Sure!" Duque had no objections.
It was decided.
"What about us?" Mograine asked.
"A Demon Commander … This is at least a demigod existence. This is far beyond what the Alliance can handle. I'll think of a way to contact the Dragon Slumber Shrine. But before that, I hope that everyone can spread out to avoid being completely wiped out … "
When Duke said this, every general's mouth was filled with bitterness.
To resist the Calamity Army, the best way was to stick together. Only the strongest formation and the tightest defense could resist the Calamity Army's endless stream of Undying.
To avoid the Archerons, the safest way was to spread out. Only then could they avoid being wiped out all at once.
This sounded like a self-defeating paradox.
The Alliance formed by all the kingdoms in the Eastern Kingdom actually had to beg the Archerons to go to the more important Well of Eternity and not come to their territories …
How sad!
Every general's heart was filled with grievances.
Duque waved his hand. "Alright, that's it for now. I'm going to find Lothar. [Ashbringer] is not bad, but I still need to buy more insurance! "
Mograine was stunned for a moment, then nodded. His right hand unconsciously touched the huge hilt of [Ashbringer].
There was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts.
As a powerful warrior of the Alliance and a powerful warrior with a godly artifact, Mograine was too embarrassed to compete with Lothar, who was in poor health, because of his faction. However, Mograine still wanted to know, and he had thought about it countless times. Between his [Ashbringer] and [Quel 'Zaram], which artifact was more powerful?
It seemed like there was a chance now?
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