Was he being reckless?
Was he crazy?
Perhaps it was.
In many people's eyes, it was as if he had run into a grave and buried himself.
This was simply courting death among courting death!
The path of life was always filled with choices.
No one knew what the consequences would be the moment they made a choice.
Duque only knew that if he did not do it, no one else would, let alone do it better than him.
Without the Druids and Tyrande's combined ultimate skill, if he wanted to kill Ouro, he would have to break through the Ultimate Sandworm's defense, endure the damage from the [Sandstorm Explosion] and [Earthquake], and painstakingly wear down the Ultimate Sandworm Boss.
It would be a nightmare.
He had just let Arthas escape not long ago, and no matter what, Duque would not let another Boss escape.
Letting a tiger return to the mountain had always been a great taboo.
Letting a Boss escape was the greatest blasphemy to Duque, who was a follower of the Church who fought Bosses and stole equipment.
Duque was going to risk it all!
The Breaking Dawn magic circuits in his body were already operating to the limit.
Before charging into Ouro's huge body with his staff in his left hand and his sword in his right, Duque filled every inch of his body with magical elements.
Even he himself knew that he was likely to die.
How long had it been since he had to resurrect his corpse?
It had been so long that Duque had almost forgotten that he still believed in the Church of Brother Spring.
But then again, could he still resurrect?
He suddenly smiled bitterly.
Before Duke charged in, his angular face and the faintly discernible bitter smile on his lips made Queen Sylvanas and Jaina burst into tears at the same time.
Yes!
This job …
If Duque did not do it, no one else could.
Everyone thought that Duque would be the one to stand up in the end, and even treated it as a matter of course. But who really thought about Duque's feelings?
The two Queens were trembling in shock.
They were not the only ones. Every pair of eyes that witnessed this scene were filled with shock.
Tyrande, who was riding on the White Tiger, stopped.
Thrall, Watkin, and Grom, who were about to rush forward, stopped.
Tens of thousands of mortals who were struggling, retreating, attacking, or trying to help Duque stopped.
Every pair of eyes was watching as Duque's magic bombarded Oro's body. Yellow blood, flesh, and internal organs rained down on the grass.
Then, Duque crashed into it.
It was a completely dark world.
After [Starfall], the sky returned to daylight, and not a single ray of light could penetrate the murky pus and flesh to shine into Oro's body.
Duque was completely following the system elf's instructions as he pushed forward through Oro's body, which was larger than most factories.
The violent rain of arcane cannons blew up the muscles and organs in the way.
The blazing flames scorched like the sun, destroying everything in its path.
Every time he took a step, the tip of his toes would extend forward in front of him, preventing Duque's feet from sinking too deeply into the stomach acid and muscle tissue.
The outer layer was filled with violent arcane spells, the middle layer was filled with flames, and the inner layer was filled with ice.
The perfect control of a Breaking Dawn Mage made the impossible possible.
Duque was like the most incisive worker in the world, digging a path of victory that belonged only to him in the body of a giant sandworm called Oro.
The pain stimulated Oro. No matter how slow he was, he knew that an uninvited guest had barged into his body, enough to kill him.
If Duque had entered through his mouth full of sharp teeth, he had a million ways to kill Duque. However, Duque had bypassed his mouth and entered through the back of the oral cavity, outside of the esophagus. He was at his wit's end, and could only twist his body in an attempt to prevent Duque from gaining a foothold.
A giant sandworm over a thousand meters in length could easily rise and fall more than two hundred meters when it kept twisting and turning. For a mere human, it was a thousand times, ten thousand times more violent than riding a roller coaster.
There was almost no air inside, and Duque relied entirely on his wind and lightning powers to condense a ball of air to ensure that he could breathe. Under such violent tosses and falls, Duque had no choice but to expend even more mana, using Magus Hand and other spells to stabilize his body and continue moving forward.
Oro's final struggle destroyed almost everything around him: the orc buildings he passed, the trees on the mountain, the grass … Even the rather sturdy rocks of Mount Hyjal were crushed into powder by Oro's frenzied struggle.
"Will Duque succeed?" Jaina was extremely nervous, her right hand subconsciously gripping Cirvanas' left hand.
Queen Sylvanas' slender fingers and Jaina's as soft as spring onions clasped together, and they could feel the nervousness in each other's hearts.
"I don't know …" Queen Sylvanas wanted to answer, but when the words came to her mouth, they became, "He will definitely succeed. Because he is Duke Marcus! The greatest hero in the world! "
Because he is Duke Marcus. This sentence seemed to have become some kind of totem symbol, a faith filled with mysterious power.
Jaina's heart, which was so nervous that it almost jumped out of her chest, seemed to have magically begun to calm down because of this sentence.
Regardless of race, everyone was looking forward to it.
Waiting for the final result.
According to the system elf's calculations, it was only a hundred meters from Oro's wound to Oro's heart.
But it was this hundred meters that made Duque feel as if he had walked a twenty-five-thousand-mile Long March.
Under Oro's frenzied twisting, even if Duque kept using the long icicles to stabilize his body, he still could not avoid being left behind. Moreover, the internal structure of Oro's body was completely different from what he had imagined. His stomach, which was filled with acid, was simply too big, and Duque had to choose to take a detour, passing through the stomach and the outer layer of the abdominal cavity.
What was more terrifying was that Duque would occasionally encounter attacks from tissues similar to the human white blood cells that fought against external invasions.
This consumed even more of Duque's mana.
But …
Nearer.
Nearer!
Nearer!
Even if he took five steps forward and took three steps back, even if he took ten steps forward and took nine steps back, even if his progress was as slow as a snail, Duque was still nearing his target.
Even without the system elf's guidance, Duque could hear the intense heartbeat coming from Oro's internal organs and muscles.
"Die! Monster — "
Duque roared, gathering all the mana in his magic circuit, and through the layers of internal organs, he shot a gigantic [Frostfire Arrow] at the target!
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