Duke walked from Grom's side to Alessandro's side and lightly knocked on his golden breastplate with his small fist, producing a clear and melodious sound.
Duque walked away just like that.
Mograine smiled. This was the Duque he knew.
They had been comrades for more than ten years, and even a word of encouragement was unnecessary.
That action just now had already said everything — there was no need to say anything, just follow with your weapon.
Mograine's body, which was nearing sixty years of age, seemed to be suddenly injected with the strongest vitality. He stood up abruptly, his movements so nimble that no one would have imagined that this was an old man who had been exhausted just a few seconds ago.
Veterans did not die.
He used his actions to show that he was not yet at the level of a veteran.
I, Alexandros Mograine, can still fight for another ten years!
Sal stood up and hit himself in the chest with a single fist, making a loud "bang" sound.
Kael 'thas stood up, his face full of hope for the future written all over his face.
Cairne Bloodhoof stood up. He wanted to use his actions to tell the world the bravery of the Tauren Tribe.
Bu Laing took a deep puff of his cigar, then threw the remaining half of it on the ground, stomped on it a few times, and picked up his new gun with a crack.
At this moment, a whistling sound came from behind Duque.
He did not think that it would be Tyrande Whisperwind riding a tiger and rushing over with her sentries.
She was surprised by the scene in front of her. Originally, she had heard that the Alliance and Horde's crusade against the Burning Legion had fallen into a desperate situation, so she had hurriedly brought people down the mountain to maintain the situation. This was because Malfurion still needed at least half a day.
Who knew that she would see such a scene when she came down?
Gazing at the faces of the strong, every face was filled with confidence again, and there was a faint smile on their lips. This was not something a group of defeated generals should have.
Tyrande smiled too. "Did I miss something?"
Duque's charming lips also curled into a smile. "No! You came just in time. A good show is about to begin. "
If the heavy responsibility of saving the world was placed on the shoulders of an ordinary person, that person would either be driven crazy or be a superman with a particularly big heart.
Duque had never thought of himself as a superman.
"I'm just a Guild Leader who's best at leading teams into Instance Dungeons. As long as I lead a party, even if I have to bet my life, I will be invincible, "a certain transmigrator told himself.
Listen to me and we will win!
Duque didn't say it out loud, but the victorious expression on his face was so clear that it infected every expert of the Alliance or the Horde, making every expert choose to believe in Duque.
Not far away, the giant blood-red cocoon that was the size of a small mountain began to tremble.
It indicated that the two Demon Lords were about to awaken.
A moment ago, every hero's heart was filled with worry and fear. They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of being tortured to death without knowing why.
A moment later, with the appearance of Duque, the atmosphere on the field completely changed.
Now, every expert pricked up their ears and listened to Duque's orders.
Duque snapped his fingers, and a huge blue arrow as tall as three people pointed to the empty space 100 meters to the left. Then, around the arrow was an illusory circle with a blue border. He opened his mouth and spoke in Orc language. "Bloodhoof Chieftain, later, please pull Kazak over here. Try not to let him leave this area."
"Understood," Cain replied in a rough voice as he slammed the huge totem pole on the ground.
With another snap of his fingers, Duke pointed to the right. "Alexandros, bring Kaz 'roga over here."
"Okay!" The Ashbringer in Mograine's hand began to emit a golden light.
As Du Ke gave out orders one by one, every powerhouse understood their own responsibilities.
These heroes that the players were familiar with were no longer the great existences that they could only worship. At this moment, they were just members of Duque's party.
Come on!
Believing in Duque did not necessarily mean eternal life.
However, there was no need to say anything about killing a Boss to get rich. There was only one sentence to describe it.
Bro, steady!
The huge blood-colored cocoon finally peeled off from the two Demon Lords and floated away. The heads with huge horns had just seen the light of day. They originally had mocking expressions on their faces, wanting to see how these mortals would struggle in pain and despair.
In the end, they saw a group of heroes with completely different mental appearances.
Before Kazak could figure out what was happening, Cain had already let out a deafening roar. Cain's huge body charged forward. After his huge body, which weighed nearly two tons, entered the Charge state, even the Demon Lord found it difficult to resist.
Kazak took half a step back with his right leg and turned into a bow stance. He blocked Cain's Charge and used his arms to block the totem pole that was suddenly smashing down. He thought that the old bull's attack would stop there, but who knew that he would not be able to cause further damage to Kazak? Cain rushed forward and blocked Kazak's Demon Horn with his bull's horn.
Then, "Bah!" He spat on Kazak's face. Before Kazak's counterattack arrived, he did an ugly but practical roll and rolled away, avoiding Kazak's counterattack.
Cain beat his broad chest hard and roared again.
There was no need to translate this posture.
He was clearly saying —
Come on!
Come on!
Demon brat!
Let's hurt each other!
Old Bull's vivid body language ridicule, a performance that transcended the boundaries of race and language, opened the eyes of the powerhouses of the three sects.
On the other hand, Mograine was simpler and looked much more serious.
The power of [Ashbringer] was condensed into a line, easily crossing a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and slashed at Kazak's body!
He was seducing this Great Demon.
After so many battles, everyone knew that the most insidious thing about Kaz 'roga was his [Mark of Kaz' roga]. This evil curse that could not be lifted could periodically absorb mana from all heroes within the attack range for 5 seconds.
Whoever did not have enough mana would directly detonate that unlucky person's magic circuit.
Because of the intelligence, so far, no one had really been detonated.
But this thing was disgusting!
At least the Paladins and Mages in the main force of the alliance relied on mana to survive.
This was why everyone was so tired.
It was a double overdraft of the spirit and body.
A hundred meters was the maximum range of this evil mark.
If Kazak did not care about Mograine, Mograine did not mind being a long-range attacker and cutting it to death. If Kazak went to kill Mograine, it would be exactly what he wanted.
Sure enough, this Great Demon fell for it.
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