At this moment, Cirvanas's voice drifted into Duque's ears from afar: "If there's nothing else, quickly get out! There's a pause outside. You have thirty minutes at most, everyone is waiting for you. "
"Thirty minutes … That's enough!" Duque smiled and lifted the quilt.
Vanessa, who was waiting next to him, immediately stepped forward and handed over Duque's robe.
"Thank you!" While putting on his clothes, Duque suddenly remembered: "Yes, Vanessa, the first slap on my left cheek was also from Cirvanas, right? Why did she hit me? "
"Dear beast … Oh, Master Grand Duke Marcus."
"Hey! You did it on purpose, didn't you? "A black line appeared on Duque's forehead.
Vanessa calmly helped Duque tidy up his clothes while replying: "No, no, it was a slip of the tongue just now. It's not like that on purpose. For example, Master Grand Duke Marcus, this is called on purpose. "
"…"
Duque suddenly had the urge to slap this talkative maid to death.
But thinking that the van Cleef family was actually loyal to him, he could only drop the idea.
"Although you swore in your dream that you were speaking from your own conscience, unfortunately, according to my observation as a mere maid, your conscience does not reside in His Majesty Proudmore's chest." The maid continued to show off her venomous tongue, "Master, although you swore in your dream that you were speaking from your own conscience, unfortunately, as a mere maid, your conscience does not reside in His Majesty's chest.
"…"
Vanessa, who had undergone strict training to improve her manners, said in the most elegant and dignified manner and the most serious tone: "The reason why His Majesty Cirvanas was so angry is probably because you could accurately pass through Proudmore's breastplate defense line in your sleep and accurately grasp your 'conscience' through the gaps in his clothes."
"…"
At this moment, Duque only wanted to say – What the heck!
In fact, Duque really wanted to ask the maid in return, If my conscience grew on your chest, then can I still touch my conscience to speak?
After thinking about it, Duque gave up.
If Vanessa suddenly had a brain cramp and fearlessly sacrificed herself to have a monkey with him, wouldn't she give birth to an enhanced version of the venomous tongue monkey?
No, no, no!
This scene was too horrifying. Duque decided to stop imagining it.
Alright, in front of a great enemy, this kind of small matter should be put aside for now.
After confirming his equipment, Duque strode out of the room.
Since he was the boss, he naturally had the aura of a boss.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, Duque discovered that Turayan was actually waiting at the door!
However, Turalyon's condition was a little bad. Not only was his armor damaged, but the Holy Light on his body was also a little weak.
In the eyes of Pharaoh, who could sense the elements, every Holy Knight was like a gigantic light bulb. Regardless of day or night, they would emit light and heat in the elemental domain, clearer than a lighthouse in the dark.
Turalyon's Holy Light energy was at most 50% of its peak.
It seemed that this was the result of a round of recovery.
"Report!"
"Yes!" Turalyon replied as he secretly gestured. After a few steps, a face that Duque was familiar with appeared. She was Mograine's adopted daughter, the little priest, Sally Metwain. She followed Duque's footsteps and released a mixture of Holy Light with her hands, gently healing the 'wound' on Duque's face.
Duque was a little embarrassed.
"Don't mind my presence. This is just a minor subcutaneous bleeding. It will heal soon."
Duque forced himself to divert his attention.
"It's already the third morning since you fainted. In fact, our results in the first two days were not bad. Although we retreated from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside, we estimated that we killed more than a million Scourge and Burning Legion soldiers and elites. The key is that we killed the two leaders of the Burning Legion in your intelligence report — Abyss Lord Azgalor and Dreadlord Ansaron. "
"Oh? That's not bad! "
"The ones who dealt the final blow were the Orc Hero Grom Hellscream and the Blood Elf Hero Kael 'thas Sunstrider."
"Huh? That's impressive! "Duque was really surprised.
Duque knew that Lord Howl had a halo that increased the attack power of the Abyss Lord by 1000%. Originally, it was Lord Howl who killed Mannoroth with his axe twice in a row in history. It was not surprising that Duque killed Abyss Lord Azgalor again.
What was surprising was that Kaizi actually went all out. Logically speaking, it was very difficult for Mages to steal kills.
Turalyon added, "In order to kill the enemy, Kael 'thas transformed into a huge Fire Phoenix and crashed directly into the Dreadlord, burning Ansaron to death in close combat. Now even the Blood Elves have begun to praise his bravery. Although the Blood Elves seem to be unable to forgive his past betrayal, at least they won't be hostile to him. "
Wow! Kaizi was really trying his best to wash away the stain on his name!
Walking out of the fortress, the strong sunlight almost blinded Duque.
After recovering his vision, the first thing Duque saw was the traces of a great battle stretching from afar to near.
Ever since Duque proposed the concept of the Thousand Layer Skirt, the Dwarves really took this move to the extreme. Within a limited period of time, he had recklessly built a total of twenty-one city walls. Then, he had built forty-nine bunkers on the relatively open mountainside.
Damn, it scared Duque so much that he almost thought that Archimonde was the monk who had to overcome 81 difficulties to go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and that they were the goblins who blocked his path to wealth.
"Okay, get to the point."
"The abilities of the remaining two Demon Lords are very strange. Mograine, Saar, and Grom have each killed the two Great Demons twice. But every time we killed one of them, the other one would go berserk, and not long after, the demon that was killed would resurrect. Once resurrected, the two demons will become a huge cocoon. No matter how we attack, we can't break the defense of the two cocoons until they regain their mobility at the same time. "
Turalyon paused for a moment. "I don't know if it's an illusion, but the time it takes for them to regain their mobility is getting shorter and shorter."
It would have been better if Turalyon didn't say it. Once he said it, Duque was stunned.
Then he laughed out loud.
Why was he laughing?
Thinking back to the first time he played World of Warcraft, 40 little amusing friends gathered together, but they couldn't even get past the Molten Core's Door God. At that time, looking at the ground full of corpses, it was really f * cking tragic!
Before Duque transmigrated, the version of the game was already very late.
But the current timeline that Duque was in was only 15 years after the Dark Portal. Those tactics and Boss strategies that were common in the eyes of the veterans in the future were all rare stuff in this timeline.
Sure enough, only at this time, the power of the transmigrator's cheat would be off the charts!
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! The tricks of the Burning Legion's Great Demons are not bad! But I, Duke Marcus, have seen through everything! "
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