At this time, both sides resumed their stalemate.
Jaina's expression turned ugly. "This is your plan?!"
Arthis waved his magic sword, and a wave of icy ripples appeared in the area.
"Plan? No! This is all part of your plan. I fell for it! I really fell for it. "At this time, Arthis turned to look at Duque and revealed a cruel smile." Do you know? Duque, you're really good at using people's hearts. You've provoked me. You and Jaina have really hurt my heart. Unfortunately … "
"You don't have any humanity left! But you've always pretended to have humanity … "Duque said with absolute certainty.
"Yes! Human nature was indeed a burden. If it was me in the past, I would have fallen for it. " Arthis's smile was full of mockery. He turned to Jaina again. "Of course, if you hadn't provoked my terrible memories, I might not have done anything. I would have just completed the task given to me by my lord. But if there's a chance, I don't mind turning all the women Duke Marcus cares about into corpses, and all the men into Death Knights or Liches. "
Corpses?
Although he didn't understand what it was, he could infer from the words that it was most likely to turn beautiful princesses into undead for viewing and obscene entertainment.
Jaina's face instantly turned red. Not only was she angry at these words, but also because she had just pretended to be a lover. Whether it was real or fake, she looked like a clown now.
Was it easy for a dignified queen to put on a show here?
Fortunately, Duque helped Jaina out. "Your Majesty Proudmore, it's been hard on you to test the waters. Please leave the rest to me. Send Thorham to Theramore first, then come back as soon as possible. "
"Yes!" Jaina did as she was told.
Test?
Yes! Perhaps it was a test, or perhaps it was an act. Anyway, it seemed like a super boss like Arthis who could fight and take damage. Duque really didn't expect to kill him in one go.
In order to make this unstable factor leave the battlefield as soon as possible, regardless of whether it was the Goddess of Fate causing trouble or if other existences suddenly intervened, Duque had to kill Arthas here. Even if he took a step back, he could at least ensure that he would not be able to participate in the battle of Mount Hyjal.
That's right, Arthas did not appear in the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal. He and Ner 'zhul were also excluded from the main force of the Burning Legion because they belonged to Kil' jaeden.
Duque did not dare to gamble.
After all, even Karzac could defy history and jump out, and even Deathwing could be killed in advance. Duque really didn't know if Archimonde would let Arthas take the bullet if he was forced into a corner.
Duke didn't dare to imagine what would happen if another super Boss entered the fray in such a tense situation. At that time, it wouldn't just be a bloodbath, it would be total annihilation.
Now, reality had proven that the power of a Radiant Moon was completely useless against Arthis.
Jaina's icicles, frost arrows, and whatnot were all automatically disintegrated before they could even get within a five meter radius of Arthis. In a physical sense, they instantly disintegrated into water vapor, followed by wandering frost elementals.
What's worse was that the wandering frost elementals were being used by Arthis.
And Duque sensed for a moment. Even with his Breaking Dawn strength, he still couldn't deal much damage to Arthis, who was basically a demigod.
In his heart, Duque spat fiercely.
But it didn't matter.
Duque got into a stance and muttered in his heart, "Alright! Now, my left hand is' Staff Maker ', and my right hand is' Sword Seller '! Ten meters away, I'll lower your IQ! A hundred meters away, I'm asking you, how are you going to block it?! "
Taking a deep breath, Duque got into a stance.
In this era where battle mages were still a novelty, Duque's stance, which was written as a mage, was read as a berserker. Let alone the enemy, even his own people were dumbfounded.
"Alexandros, Turalyon, you two go. I'll use a phantom clone to support you."
Mograine and Turalyon secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Duque wasn't a true melee fighter, and he didn't have any teamwork. If that small body of his rushed over, they really didn't know how to cooperate.
That's right, Duque wasn't short, and he also had steel-like muscles, but he wasn't wearing any armor!
Although no armor could block a full blow from Frostmourne, if an elite ghoul came, their epic armor would be useful.
Fortunately, Duque was a phantom, and he came to help.
The battle started again.
Now, it was Mograine and Turalyon in the vanguard, flanking Arthis from the left and right. Queen Sylvanas continued to wait for opportunities to shoot arrows, and the berserker Duque shouted, "May the holy light shine on you!" and rushed forward.
No one expected the situation to be completely different.
A phantom of Duque appeared ten meters in front of Arthis. It did nothing but cast Speed Reduction on the fool!
The magic of a Breaking Dawn Mage could affect a demigod, even if it was very slight, but Turalyon and Turalyon immediately felt the difference.
Life and death were on the line, and this was no exaggeration.
The other phantom was even more savage. Holding a staff in its left hand and a sword in its right, it directly turned into a thief and rushed forward, stabbing Arthis's back.
Arthis was so angry that his nose was almost crooked.
He was a dead man.
He used his advantage as an immortal to the limit.
He had used his broken arm to kill Orgrim.
He had also used his own body to almost kill a general of the Alliance.
However, he had never seen such a shameless person. He actually used his doppelganger to rush over with two weapons and launch a barrage of attacks.
As a human, there were too many places to defend. If a leg was cut off, he wouldn't be able to walk, if an arm was cut off, he wouldn't be able to attack, if an artery was pierced, he would bleed to death, and if a vital point was injured, he would also die.
But how could a phantom with two weapons have any weak points?
Either he directly destroyed these two weapons, or he crossed the distance of nearly a hundred meters to attack Duque's body. Otherwise, Arthis would only be left with the option of being beaten up.
If Duque's two weapons were trash or just simple magic attacks, Arthis wouldn't care at all. The problem was that these two weapons were a demigod [Obsidian Queen], and the other was a strange holy sword that looked like a phantom of [Quel 'Zaram], which was a divine weapon.
One was used as a Milk Bottle to supply mana, while the other was agilely stabbing at the wound that was caused by the idiot just now.
[Frostmourne] pierced Arthis's abdomen, but it didn't cause any real damage. But when it pierced through, it also pierced through the ink-black skeleton armor on Arthis's body.
Since it was a phantom that went up, the shameless Duque directly let the phantom stab at a speed of more than a dozen times per second, playing with the holy sword like a flower sword and stabbing non-stop.
"Hmph! Look at my [Sword Manipulation Technique]! "Du Xiaoyao smirked.
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