A few seconds of fear passed in the blink of an eye.
Every hero who had recovered from their fear watched in shock as the four macho men chased after the battered and exhausted Archimonde!
He was not pretending to be in a sorry state, but he was really in a sorry state.
His rather large body was more like a target. It seemed that Archerons had rolled on the ground at least twice.
Why was this happening?
Obviously, it had something to do with Duque's order to "Warriors, attack with all your might!"
The fierce men were having fun slashing at him!
Turalyon, who was the most stable, cut off a few pieces of meat from the great demon's right calf and decided to carry out the plan of crippling his leg first.
Thrall was not careless either. He cooperated with Turalyon and left a square-headed burn mark on Ack's right calf.
Kane was the most unscrupulous. He picked up a pillar and smashed it at Ack's waist. It did not seem like the result was obvious, but it was actually a cover for Grom, who was the most violent, to slash at Ack's face with Blood Roar.
Master Roar had a good time slashing. He did not hold back at all when faced with Archerons, who could only raise his arms to defend. With a few slashes, he left a few huge wounds on Ack's arm that were so deep that bones could be seen and blood gushed out.
Just as they were slashing, Duque's voice rang out again. "Retreat!"
Without hesitation, as if they were minions who had shouted, "Run for your lives!", three of the four macho men who were still slashing fiercely a moment ago suddenly scattered in all directions. They ran so fast, unwilling to stay where they were.
Only the thick-skinned Old Bull squatted on the spot and snorted at Archerons with an infuriating expression. He was clearly saying —
Come on! Let's hurt each other!
Just as the fierce men completed their transformation, the light barrier on Archerons's body switched to a khaki color.
Blazing magic radiance lit up in all directions at the same time.
Rhonin, Caponia, and Solarian worked together to create an Arcane Light Ball that was too huge and far beyond the scope of a missile. Looking at the rising purplish-blue mushroom cloud, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it [Arcane Nuclear Bomb].
Before the Arcane Wave dissipated, Kael 'thas and Jaina each blasted out a phoenix.
"Fire Phoenix — Prairie Fire!"
"[Phoenix – Absolute Windstorm]!"
The two principles were the same, but the elements used were worlds apart. One used ice to freeze Archimonde's upper body, while the other used flames to roast Ack's lower body.
This allowed the commander of the Burning Legion to enjoy a clash of ice and fire.
Meanwhile, Duque's [Frostfire Apocalypse], which had condensed almost half of his Breaking Dawn mana, turned into a huge spiral and sent Archerons flying.
It was … a high fly ball that traveled 200 yards straight to the outfield.
Cough, cough! He was wrong.
That was the dark history of the Burning Legion's commander, who had been brutally blasted dozens of meters away like a piece of trash.
Archimonde's body was still considered huge, but in front of a group of ants, he was like a dog eating shit.
He struggled to get up, only to discover that he was once again surrounded by the ants he had looked down upon half an hour ago.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it … "Archimonde had been growing his middle finger, but now he really wished he could grow a few more middle fingers to point at Duque.
Archimonde's tragic situation was in stark contrast to the calm smile on Duque's face.
"Everyone, do you remember? The dark blue shield is for defense in close combat. It's strong in defense and weak in attack. The yellow shield is for strengthening close combat. The Warrior and Knight will leave, and the Mage will attack. The red shield is for high magic resistance, and it's for close combat! "Duque emphasized patiently in the Whisper of the Wind.
To put it bluntly, Archimonde had indeed returned to his roots and focused on his Warlock abilities. Even the power of a Warlock wasn't like cabbage that fell from the sky for no reason. Unlike ordinary Warlocks who needed to summon demon servants to have the corresponding support power, as the commander of the Burning Legion, Archimonde could directly use the power of a certain type of demon.
There was a problem here. For a period of time, he could only use one type of demon power. After all, the Demon Guard that focused on close combat and the Hellhound that focused on magic were completely different types of power. It was impossible to master them.
It was precisely because Duque had used the system to analyze Archimonde's power attribute and even accurately calculated how long each power could be maintained. That was why he had attacked so crazily just now.
Before transmigrating, changing the attack mode to change the damage output was definitely a rotten trick.
At this point in time, this was definitely the first time something new had appeared.
Unfortunately, in front of an experienced driver like Duque, oh, an old leader, it was simply … No! Worth it! One! Raise!
It was shocking for Ack, but it was a blessing for the hero team.
Without Duque's command, they would either be wiped out after a few random attacks, or they would have to pay a heavy price to find out the pattern. It definitely wouldn't have been so easy.
After so many rounds of intense battle, only Brock was seriously injured and had his arm broken. It was truly a miracle.
Duque stepped out from the crowd and took out a feather fan from his interspatial bag. He waved it like a pig. "Archimonde! This day next year will be the anniversary of your death! "
It was extremely pretentious and f * cked up, but … everyone felt relieved when they heard it!
"Hmph! You bunch of ants are worse than scum?! "A big shot was a big shot. He had been defeated like a dog, but he was still very stubborn.
However, the next moment, Duque realized that something was wrong!
Several experts suddenly touched their chests, intentionally or unintentionally. It was a palpitation of unknown origin, as if something had entered their bodies. No, it might even have entered their souls. However, they knew nothing about this mysterious and strange existence or some evil power!
Looking at the system notification, Duque's face turned green. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Curse of Misfortune?!"
"Hehe! Smart, but knowing it doesn't mean you can deal with it. "An evil smile appeared on Archimonde's face. Then, it was his turn to attack.
As the Boss of the Burning Legion, there seemed to be no restriction of only being able to use one curse on a target.
[Curse of Pain] that caused damage.
[Curse of Weakness] that reduced the target's damage.
[Curse of Elemental] that reduced the target's resistance to shadow and frost.
…
He gave all the curses that could be used to Old Cow.
These weren't the main point. The main point was the [Curse of Misfortune] that killed people!
The Curse of Misfortune was a curse that had a delayed effect. It was fine if the damage was extremely high! The most terrifying thing was that once someone died under the [Curse of Misfortune], an Apocalypse Guard would immediately be born from the dead person's corpse.
There were all powerful experts in the Hero Domain. Who knew who would die under the real curse and what level of demon would be born? It might not even be rare for a Demon Lord to be born!
Duque's face turned green.
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