Just like that, in the spirit of sharing weal and woe, the bosses of the Alliance and the Horde established a deep friendship in this unexpected ultramarathon for a reason that was not laughable … It would be strange!
Yes, during the process, both sides exchanged friendly glances that were similar to 'believe it or not, I'll get rid of you later'.
Of course, Thrall and the rest also called Duque a monster in their hearts.
After all, it wasn't that Thrall had never seen what a human Great Wizard was like. At that time, when a Morning Star came to the arena, everyone stood up, with more than a dozen guards clearing the way, and knight followers at their side.
Then, a middle-aged Wizard in his forties had to be supported up and down the stairs. When he got on a carriage, a servant had to kneel down and use his back as a stepping board, and then shakily get on.
Most Wizards were still young, but they were already holding a pot of medicine all day, like old men with one foot in the grave.
When it came to Duque, the contrast was too great.
Wasn't this the case?
You're a respected Breaking Dawn Wizard. Not only did you not bring your followers to a group of orcs, your endurance was even better than most of them. What the hell was this?
No, this had nothing to do with Wizards.
Looking at Duque's nimble steps that seemed to be dancing in the air, Thrall was certain that Duque had learned the Elven Ranger's ways.
"Sir Marcus, although I have no intention of prying into your secrets, your endurance, speed, and agility amaze me!" Thrall still asked.
"Ah! It's nothing! When you have two women by your side who are the strongest Rangers in the world, in order to prove that you are a man, you will practice such skills. "
Duque raised his head sixty degrees to the sky, and two lines of illusory tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Almost immediately, Thrall felt that Duque was a man with a story.
Ah!
That was a sweet nightmare that had lasted for ten years!
The past was unbearable!
Duque's gaze seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the past …
"Honey, do sit-ups. I'll kiss you every time you come up." Aurelia gently pressed her knees against Duque's feet. Because she was holding Duque's ankles lightly, every time Duque got up, he could see Aurelia's sweet smile, kisses, and the pair of Hyjal peaks that didn't match the style of the elves.
"Hahaha — come and chase me! As long as you catch up to me, or run a kilometer, I'm willing to unlock it for you … New! Yes! Zi! Force! " Sasha ran in front of Duque with a bashful expression. She wore a thin veil and swayed her seductive figure in front of Duque.
All kinds of "if you're a man, do whatever you want" drove Duque, this lazy worm who had no motivation in life, to work hard!
Unknowingly, ten years had passed!
In reality, after the first year, Duke could already beat up the Windstalker sisters until they cried for their parents, screaming that they didn't want him anymore. But for some reason, with Aurelia and Sasha constantly changing the prizes, he persisted for ten years.
Although Duque showed off his affection and almost forced Gavinrad to be a virgin to a ten-meter-tall virgin, Duque …
Things were different now!
Without considering his profession skills, with just Duque's skills, he could definitely kick open the gate of Saar's guard camp and shout in Orc language, "I want to fight ten of you!" Then, he would clean up a circle of people and walk out safely.
The long run would eventually come to an end.
From morning to evening, after listening to Grom's roar for nearly eight hours, "After Duque, I'll kill you!", Sheyan finally lost his temper. Duque finally flipped out.
In front of a huge well that emitted a blue glow, Duque stopped in his tracks.
He ignored Saar and the others who had scattered to the side, ignored the nearly ten thousand evil Orcs who were clamoring non-stop, and looked straight at the face of Grom Hellscream, whose mind was a little unclear.
Duque arrogantly raised his left middle finger at Lord Howl with the international gesture — well, actually, he was showing Lord Howl the ring on his finger with the Marcus Family's emblem on it. Then, he hooked his right index finger.
"Grom, didn't you want to kill me? Come on! "
In the wind, Duque's seemingly thin body seemed like it could be blown away. Coupled with the evil smile on his face, it looked like he was courting death.
Saar had a feeling that Duque would succeed.
Sure enough, after Duque's provocation, the tribe's number one warrior, Grom Hellscream, roared and let out a thunderous roar. Then, he jumped high into the air.
Leap Slash!
Grom had practiced and used a seemingly ordinary attack skill that exposed his own weakness no less than a million times.
After practicing it a million times, even the most ordinary of moves would produce an unimaginable sublimation.
It was a move that surpassed a warrior's skills and violated most of the common sense of physics.
When Grom's burly body jumped to the height of a five-story building, his axe, which was glowing with a bloody light, suddenly began to accelerate unscientifically.
If the initial momentum was like a meteor falling to the ground, then the second half was like crossing dozens of meters of space and arriving in the blink of an eye!
Great Chief Saar could not imagine how Duque could survive this move.
In previous sparring sessions, even if Grom held back, Saar could only strenuously block the [Hammer of Destruction] and use his physical strength to withstand it.
Because there was no way to dodge.
What about Duque?
Saar was in a daze for a moment — if Duque could not dodge, and Grom killed Duque with his axe, would he be able to help the tribe eliminate this enemy of the Alliance?
Unfortunately, Saar was destined to be disappointed.
In a berserk state, Grom's attack speed and power increased exponentially, but his moves had too many flaws, and the direction and path of his attacks were extremely obvious.
The moment he jumped, the system elf had already mapped out Grom's path of attack in Duke's mind. It had also calculated the damage and area of effect that would be caused when the axe smashed into the ground.
Under the simulation of this supercomputer's tactical system, Grom's attack was more like a clown trying to make people laugh.
Shrill and violent wind-breaking noises sounded. As expected, Grom's [Blood Roar] slammed into the ground, creating huge spiderweb-like cracks that would make anyone's heart tremble.
Unfortunately …
It didn't hit!
Duke moved half a body away in an incomparably confident manner, seemingly dodging the attack by a hair's breadth. However, his mocking and extremely calm face was deeply imprinted in the hearts of Saar, Rexxar, Wojin, Varrock, Brock, and the other powerful warriors of the tribe.
Duque made his move.
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