Duque's voice was very soft. Apart from him and Archimonde, no one else heard him at all.
The old comrades who knew Duque didn't understand why Duque would be captured, but the heroes who didn't know Duque were so scared that their faces turned green. The Night Elves and the Horde knew that the link between the three factions was Duque, Duque was the planner, and Duque was the commander.
Duque was the key figure in the battle of Mount Hyjal.
If he died soon after the battle started, the battle would be over.
On the other side, Tyrande was ready to use her ultimate move. Before she could activate [Starfall], the Horde moved faster. Thrall had just given him a look, and Lord Howl's signature jump slash was used.
Grom Hellroar raised [Bloodhowl] high, ready to cut off Archimonde's fingers to save him.
The next second, Grom's face darkened.
Because he only jumped halfway when he saw another Duque.
More than one person noticed that Duque was actually holding Sylvanas's slender legs with one hand and letting her sit on his shoulder. His other hand was holding Jaina's slender waist, and he floated down with Slow Fall.
Well, there was also a Hand of Magic holding a cursing dwarf upside down.
The reason for this was that Archimonde's powerful curse, [Grasp of Army], was a little troublesome for a Radiant Moon Mage to remove. Duque could instantly remove it, so he did it in passing.
The Duque caught by Ack was, of course, a clone.
The problem was that the bitter Grom didn't know!
In midair, Lord Howl and Duque made silent eye contact. First, a pair of crimson eyes the size of a bull's stared at Duque. That's your phantom clone? Why didn't you say so earlier?
Duque returned an innocent look. You didn't ask?!
Grom's eyes widened even more bitterly. Damn it! I was thinking of repaying you for saving my life. I jumped for nothing! Oh no, I'm jumping! With such a big mistake, I would die in minutes against this kind of person.
Duke rolled his eyes. 'Done!' He doesn't have time to deal with you!
Lord Roar immediately knew why.
"Ahhhh —" Archimonde's sudden scream almost broke everyone's eardrums.
Everyone could hear the fury in the demon commander's scream, because a golden holy light was bursting out from his clenched right hand.
At first, it only leaked through the gaps between the fingers, but in less than a tenth of a second, it concentrated on the knuckle of the middle finger closest to the palm.
Time seemed to freeze in the next second.
The huge cyan middle finger that was thicker than a bucket was perfectly cut off. The incision perfectly followed the shape of the joint. Strictly speaking, only the muscles and skin were cut off.
But a severed finger was a severed finger!
Ten fingers are connected to the heart. This saying is not nonsense.
That kind of heart-wrenching pain made Archimonde go crazy.
"Waaaaaah —" Accompanied by the roar, the surrounding space began to tremble. The terrifying aura that flowed out from the demon commander actually caused the entire ground to shake. Even the wooden pillars of the houses that had yet to collapse a thousand meters away creaked and swayed, causing sawdust and dust to fall.
At the same time, a terrifying pressure that made people shudder spread out in all directions.
This was not a simple pressure.
The reason why Archimonde was known as the Burning Dusk, the Creator of Purgatory, and the Defiler was not without reason.
At this moment, many terrifying illusions involuntarily appeared in the minds of every hero who besieged Archimonde.
These were not illusions that were fabricated out of thin air. All the illusions came from the worlds that Archimonde conquered and destroyed. They came from the residual pain of every victim at the last moment of their lives. They came from the desperate cries of their souls when they were forced to fall after being captured!
It wasn't just one or two voices, but the shock formed by the convergence of thousands of despair and resentment.
Archimonde used this most ferocious Martial Merit that belonged to him to make the most terrifying weapon. In this way, he displayed his reputation as a demon commander.
The closer they were, the more they bore the brunt of the attack.
Lord Howl was shocked and fell on the spot.
The Tauren Chief Kane, who was holding the totem pole, had a pale brown face and cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His pair of big bull eyes were lifeless, and it was obvious that he had lost his focus.
Kane, who had clearly stopped moving, was kicked by Ack. His huge body rolled a few times and fell into the [Fire of Destruction], rolling around in pain.
However, the damage of the flames instantly matched the Purgatory in his illusion. He fell deeper into the Illusion of Fear. If it wasn't for a large pile of snow falling from the sky and smashing into his head, causing him to wake up from his hallucination with a quiver, perhaps his injuries wouldn't be as simple as this.
Kane subconsciously looked at the spellcaster. He was a little dazed.
In theory, Duque, who had saved him, was still in a state of Fear! What the hell is this?
Of course, Kane didn't know that Duque had been hit by [Fear] and that the system elf had helped him! At a time like this, it was definitely a different matter.
Unable to care so much, Kane spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground and rushed forward on the spot.
While he was in a daze, Mograine and Turalyon, who had stronger wills, resisted the [Fear] this time and held Archimonde back.
After all, there were only a few who could resist the fear or wake up early.
There was Kael 'thas, who cried out in fear, Kaponia, who ran around out of control and crawled even when she fell, and Thrall, who waved his weapon in an attempt to fight against the illusory enemy.
In Jaina's mind, she saw countless pitch-black enemies baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They broke into the palace where she had lived since she was young, reached out to tear apart her gorgeous robe, and scratched her tender skin.
"No! No! No! "
She tried to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. All she could see was darkness. Her seemingly strong heart was filled with frailty and helplessness. Jaina felt like she was a lone boat on a stormy sea, about to capsize at any moment and succumb to the boundless fear.
When a person was in extreme fear, the most natural thing to do was to look for a life-saving straw.
Even though the feeling was very weak, Jaina clearly felt that she had been hugging something. At first, it was a little blurry, but she soon realized what she was hugging.
It was Duque!
That's right! Duque!
The man she was destined to be unable to break free from his hands, the man she would unknowingly get involved with even after the engagement was broken off.
Countless times, she had thought that breaking free from the shackles of the strongest hero of humanity was a form of release.
However, in the face of such a great enemy, in the face of unimaginable terror, Jaina suddenly felt that having a man to shelter her from the wind and rain and give her a sense of security was an incomparably happy thing.
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