If he didn't show off after getting the First Kill, he would be letting himself down.
Of course, to the outside world, Duque could claim that it was to set an example and confidence for everyone in the upcoming Archeron War.
Anyway, that was it. When the two Demon Lords collided and even their pauldrons were tangled together, Duque stood on Kazak's shoulder with his left leg and stepped on Kaz 'roga's pauldron with his right foot, putting on a very cool pose.
And the unknown holy sword in his hand was a great threat to the two demon lords.
In the entire universe, nothing could stimulate the demons more than a Holy Sword full of righteous energy. Strictly speaking, Duque's Holy Sword was a smaller version of Quel 'Zaram. It was a top-grade item from the Pantheon!
Without hesitation, Kazak and Kaz 'roga simultaneously defined Duque, who was close to their vitals, as the most dangerous existence. They slapped their giant three-fingered claws at Duque.
Who knew …
Just before the two violent palms almost hit Duque, Duque smirked. "Sorry, I lied to you."
After saying that, he ran away in an extremely irresponsible manner.
He really teleported away. With a [Flash], he ran away again.
With the two Great Demons in such a difficult situation, every move could lead to a fatal flaw. Grom, who had been watching from the side for a long time, jumped high on the spot, ready to make another shocking jump slash.
In the end, Master Howl failed to steal the kill.
He was hit by Kazak's [Void Arrow] in mid-air. In addition to the Shadow damage, the most annoying thing about this thing was that it had a spatial attribute that slowed him down.
The originally lightning-fast jump slash was forced to slow down by half. Master Howl was in tragedy, becoming a floating target in mid-air.
Such a good human sandbag, if not you, who should I hit?
Kazak did not hesitate to lose his center of gravity, wanting to pull out his other hand and throw it at Grom.
"Smack!" Like a fly being swatted away, the poor Master Hou was sent flying hundreds of meters away.
If it wasn't for Turalyan's kindness of giving him a Heroic Level [Holy Flash] that had a casting time of 0.2 seconds when he was flying at high speed, his old body might not have been able to take it and he might have fallen to the ground.
At that moment, Duque reappeared on Kazak's chest.
When Duque unintentionally sold out his teammate, Grom, who tried to steal the kill, he also cheated all of Kazak and Kaz 'roga's skills.
At this moment, the two of them were completely empty.
Duque's eyes sharpened, and he sneered. In his heart, he muttered, "In the name of [Ao Bing Queen], you're retarded."
The powerful [Deceleration] was directly cast on the weakened Kaz 'roga. Even though he was a Demon Lord, under the full cast of a Breaking Dawn Archmage, he was still hit. His huge yellow demon body was slowed down by more than half.
On the other side, looking at Kazak's ugly face that he had seen more than once, Duque could not help but think of the time when this guy sneaked into Karazhan and almost destroyed his home.
"Hmph! There's a path to heaven, but you don't want to take it. I didn't kill you last time, and now you're asking for it in front of me again? Tell me, are you selling swords? Are you a cheap bastard? "
Duque's entire right arm seemed to have fused with the unknown holy sword, turning into a dazzling golden stream of light. With a light push, it had already crossed several meters of space.
Demon Lord Kazak tried his best to tilt his neck back, trying to avoid the sword. Space seemed to be strangely dislocated, and all his efforts were exchanged for a very strange tilt of his head …
Kazak was horrified to find that the back of his head had actually touched the back of his neck!
Only bystanders could clearly see that when he leaned back with all his strength, a golden horizontal line just happened to appear at the connection between his head and neck.
The golden line continued to extend backward.
A faint shockwave rippled through the air. Only the experts with good eyesight could see that a slender and narrow golden blade of light had swept across the sky just now. It had passed through Kazak's neck, which was so thick that it would take at least two people to wrap their arms around it. Finally, it had fallen to the ground and carved out a neat horizontal line.
Time seemed to be frozen at that moment.
Even though he had witnessed all this, the terrifying power of the Breaking Dawn level [Deceleration] made it take at least three seconds for Demon Lord Kazak to show a horrified expression on his face.
Duque smoothly performed a gorgeous reverse stab.
Time returned to normal only when the slender golden sword pierced through Kazak's brow without any hindrance.
The only thing he could do was to scream for the last time in his life, "Nooo-!"
Under the gazes of thousands of soldiers and the powerhouses of the Alliance Tribe, Night Elf, and Night Elf factions, the righteous Duque succeeded in stealing the kill.
Looking at Grom Hellroar, who was struggling to get up in the distance, Duque laughed maliciously. Sorry! When it comes to stealing kills, although you're at the grandfather-level, I'm a swordsman at the ancestor-level!
In the air, Duque, who had cast the [Deceleration] on himself, slowly descended like a feather rippling in the wind.
In the background, the two mountain-like bodies of the two Demon Lords suddenly collapsed, splashing dust all over the sky.
The victory this time seemed to have come too easily. Instead, it made all the experts feel that it was unreal.
Think about it, a large group of people fought to the death and killed these two demons twice. But the result? Brother Spring was resurrected with full health.
Who could guarantee that these two demons would not resurrect together this time?
At this moment, almost every powerhouse had the same question in their minds:
Are they dead?
Cocoons? No!?
Then … did we win?
We really won!?
Duque smiled and gave an affirmative answer. "Yes! We won! "
His smile was light and breezy, and he had the means to turn them into ashes as he talked.
It did not seem like much of a change in tactics, but it succeeded in easily killing the invincible enemy in everyone's hearts.
What kind of wisdom was this? What kind of calmness was this?
Every powerhouse was shocked.
Very strangely, everyone suddenly wanted to see the two terrifying demons jump up and shout, "Let's fight for another 300 rounds" or something.
However, this was impossible.
The two huge corpses just lay there quietly, becoming another backdrop for Duque's undefeated legend.
At this time, Duque waved to Tyrande. "Come, come, come, please loot the corpses. Oh, and count the spoils."
Tyrande was a little stunned. "Me?"
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