Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 785: Fight

Chapter 785: Fight

There was chaos all around him, and countless strange lights were flashing in all directions around him...

Ah! I’m back!

In confusion, Duke felt himself going back.

Back to a warm but still comfortable doghouse.

He graduated from college and transformed from a glorious college student into an even more glorious member of society.

Living the kind of fulfilling life that seniors and elders talk about.

Because the kind and generous landlord raised the rent every year, her daughter, who was as beautiful as a flower, kept shouting "Smecta" all day long and was absolutely unwilling to favor Duke, an ordinary great man who was a million miles away from young handsome men, which allowed Duke to avoid a wonderful peach blossom disaster. So the single dog Duke decisively moved to a cleaner and tidier village in the city, living in his independent kingdom of a ten-square-meter single room for one thousand yuan, and living a life of commuting almost between two points every day, and having to appreciate the scenery outside the subway window during the three-hour round trip.

ah!

So comfortable!

Why are there middle-aged women dancing to Little Apple at 10pm?

What about the civil aviation flight flying low at three o’clock in the morning?

What about the daily urban village demolition of houses to build new houses to rent out to college graduates?

None of this can affect my enthusiasm for exploring new areas and fighting bosses!

Damn, it’s already the monthly card era!

The only one who can fight with me in real life is Brother Electricity Bill!

Hahahaha!

At this moment, a mysterious female voice suddenly called Duke.

"Duke! Duke! Wake up! The world needs you! The demon duo named Kazloga and Kazak are too powerful. We can’t stand it!"

Duke replied in a daze: "Kazloga? Kazzak? They are all old-fashioned weaklings. Who can’t solo these days? Go by yourself, don’t call me!"

The owner of the mysterious voice seemed angry: "Damn it! I’m not asking you to dream, I’m asking you to face the demon lord in reality! The kind of monster that is fifty feet tall! Wake up quickly, as long as the world is not destroyed by the Burning Legion, I will do whatever you want!"

Duke smacked his lips, his voice deep and magnetic: "Come on, let me swear on my conscience - I really can’t do this job! I’m just a humble and shy boy who has never touched a girl’s hand. From childhood to adulthood, I don’t even dare to eat shit. You actually want me to fight a demon lord? Are you kidding me?"

After saying that, Duke stretched out his right hand in a daze and touched his left chest.

Yeah, I touched it.

Huh? Could it be that I have been doing too much dumbbell training recently, so my chest muscles are so developed?

Soft and full of elasticity.

At this time, another mysterious Queen Yin appeared.

The voice was filled with anger and a smile of unknown meaning.

"Haha! What a coincidence! I don’t dare to eat it either!"

Suddenly, without any warning...

"Bang!"

A sharp pain in his left cheek made Duke feel dizzy.

Duke...

I pushed open my eyelids and woke up!

The first thing I saw was an angry Jaina and a very furious Sylvanas.

Ah! It turns out that I didn’t travel back in time!

It’s better not to go back. Think about it, if I go back and become an engineering university student, I’ll be as pretty as Diao Chan before I graduate.

Every holiday, I would show off my love to handsome guys who found girls from other schools, feed them a lot of dog food, and also be urged to hand in my lab reports.

After graduation, if you have no money and no house, you will have no girls. Even if you are handsome, it’s useless. You might as well go to the hospital for a sterilization.

Besides, I’m not handsome!

So desperate!

I despair of this dog-abuse world!

Although in Azeroth, you have to click on the talent in the technology tree to research even toothbrushes, toothpaste and toilet paper, and there is a world destruction crisis every three to five years, but at least here you have status, ability, and a harem!

Thinking of this, Duke sat up on the bed, his face tilted 45 degrees to the sky, and a crocodile tear fell from the corner of his left eye!

The earth is too miserable, I’d rather not go back!

Sylvanas thought about what would happen if she woke Duke up with a slap. Maybe Duke would act like a wronged wife, or maybe Duke would make a fuss. Sylvanas was not afraid of any of these situations.

Only Duke was now uncharacteristically silent and crying... Could it be that I disturbed the repair of his magic circuit?

Thinking of this, Sylvanas, who was fearless, also panicked.

Ignoring the seemingly unreliable night elves, Duke is already the last trump card of the Alliance and the Horde. If something goes wrong with Duke, the world might really be over!

"Duke! I, I didn’t mean to wake you up. The battle situation... is too critical!" Sylvanas’s voice unconsciously contained a hint of crying and pleading.

"Crisis...?" Duke seemed to be talking to himself.

"Well, the casualties of the soldiers have exceeded 40%. None of the strong men of the coalition forces died, but most of them were injured. The key is that we can’t defeat those two demon lords. Now Mograine and Cain are holding the front." Jaina spoke at a very fast speed.

Duke was silent for three seconds before he came to his senses. He pulled Queen Calia and Jaina’s hands nonsensically and said, "Let’s defeat Archimonde this time! If I’m still alive, I’ll be with the people I love and who love me forever..."

There was nothing wrong with the first half of Duke’s sentence, but the last sentence made Sylvanas furious.

etc!

Are you still together?

It’s fine for the three of us sisters to pack up, and Ilucia died before me, so I tolerated it. But do you want to add those random women to the mix?

Sylvanas suddenly smiled, her smile as bright as a flower: "Duke?"

"Um?"

"Are you sure your body is okay? For example, your magic circuits and so on."

"It’s okay!" Duke, who was unaware of the impending disaster, seemed to be still in a daze and hadn’t woken up yet.

Then justice came from heaven, and Sylvanas slapped Duke on the right cheek.

"You bastard—"

"ah--"

This scene left the onlookers stunned.

Sylvanas stood up and rushed to the door with big strides, then suddenly stopped. She put one hand on the door frame and didn’t look back: "Although you are a bastard, I agree to it for the sake of your possible contribution to saving the world... But I warn you not to go too far, otherwise I will incite my sisters to leave you together."

After saying that, Sylvanas strode out of the door and ran away as if she was escaping.

As soon as Sylvanas left, Jaina quickly pulled back Duke’s hand, stood up proudly, gently swung the cloak behind her, and turned around: "Haha! Edmund Duke, you think too highly of yourself! You actually want to take two queens at once? Who do you think I am? I am the noble Queen of Kul Tiras - Jaina Proudmoore! There is no way I will commit myself to a bastard who has a harem!"

After saying that, he Flash and disappeared out of the corridor.

A few seconds later, Jaina’s vague voice came from afar: "If you can help me get revenge, maybe it will be a different matter..."

"Uh, why are both of you suddenly so arrogant?"

At this time, Sylvanas’s voice of wind floated into Duke’s ears from afar: "If you are fine, get out quickly! It’s timed out outside. You only have 30 minutes at most. Everyone is waiting for you."

"Thirty minutes... that’s enough!" Duke smiled and lifted the quilt.

Vanessa, who was waiting nearby, immediately stepped forward and handed Duke his robe.

"Thank you!" Duke suddenly remembered while getting dressed: "Yes, Vanessa, the first slap on my left cheek was also given by Sylvanas, right? Why did she hit me?"

"Dear beast...oh, Master Grand Edmund Duke."

"Hey! Are you doing this on purpose?" Duke had a black line on his forehead.

Vanessa helped Duke straighten his clothes without making a mess while answering, "No, no, I did let it slip just now. It wasn’t intentional. For example, my dear beastly Grand Edmund Duke, this is called intentional."

"..."

Duke suddenly had the urge to beat this talkative maid to death.

But when he thought about how the VanCleef family were actually loyal to him, he had no choice but to give up.

The boastful head maid continued to speak with her venomous tongue: "Although in your dream, you swore that you were speaking according to your conscience, but unfortunately, based on my observation as a mere maid, your conscience is not on the chest of His Majesty Proudmoore."

"..."

Vanessa, who had undergone rigorous training to improve her manners, said in the most elegant and dignified manner and in the most serious tone: "The reason why Her Majesty Sylvanas is so angry is probably because you can still accurately cross the defense line of Proudmoore’s breastplate in your sleep and accurately grab your ’conscience’ through the gap in your clothes."

"..."

At this moment, all Duke wanted to say was - Damn it!

In fact, Duke really wanted to ask this maid who deserved a beating, if my conscience was on your chest, would I still be able to speak with my conscience in the future?

After thinking about it, Duke gave up.

What if Vanessa suddenly has a brain seizure and gives birth to a monkey with him out of a fearless spirit of sacrifice? Wouldn’t it be a more powerful version of the poisonous-tongued monkey?

No no no!

The scene was so horrifying that Duke decided not to imagine it any further.

Well, with a powerful enemy at hand, let’s put these trivial matters aside.

After confirming his equipment, Duke strode out of the room.

Being the boss, you naturally have the aura of a boss.

As soon as he went out, Duke discovered that Turalyon was actually waiting at the door!

However, Turalyon’s condition was a bit bad. Not to mention that his armor was damaged in many places, the key point was that the holy light emanating from his body was a bit weak.

In the eyes of a wizard who can sense the elements, every paladin is an oversized light bulb that glows and radiates in the elemental realm day and night, clearer than a lighthouse in the dark.

Turalyon’s Holy Light energy is currently only 50% of its peak level.

It seems that this is the result after a round of recovery.

"Report!"

"Yes!" Turalyon answered, making a secret gesture. After walking a few steps, a familiar face appeared. She was Mograine’s adopted daughter, the young priest Sally Matwyne. She followed Duke’s footsteps, released the mixed holy light with her hands, and gently healed the wound on Duke’s face.

Duke was a little embarrassed.

"You don’t need to mind my presence. This is just a minor subcutaneous hemorrhage and it will heal soon."

Duke forced himself to distract himself.

"You fell asleep, and it was already the morning of the third day. In fact, our results in the first two days were not bad. Although we retreated from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, it is estimated that we have eliminated more than one million miscellaneous soldiers and elites of the Scourge and the Burning Legion. The key is that we killed the two Burning Legion leaders mentioned in your intelligence - the Abyss Lord Azgalor and the Dreadlord Anetheron."

"Oh? Not bad!"

"The final blows were delivered by the orc hero Grom Hellscream and the blood elf hero Kael’thas Sunstrider."

"Huh? That’s amazing!" Duke was really surprised.

Duke knew that Lord Howl had an aura that increased his attack power against the Abyss Lord by 1000%. In history, Lord Howl had killed Mannoroth twice with one axe. It was not surprising to Duke that he killed Azgalor, the Abyss Lord, with another axe.

What’s strange is that Kael’thas actually exploded. Logically speaking, it is difficult for a mage to get kills.

Turalyon added: "In order to kill the enemy, Kael’thas transformed into a giant fire phoenix and crashed directly into the dreadlord, burning Anetheron to death in close combat. Now even the blood elves have begun to praise his bravery. Although the blood elves seem unable to forgive his betrayal, at least they will not be hostile to him."

Wow! Kael’thas is really trying his best to clear his name!

Walking out of the fortress, the strong sunlight almost blinded Duke.

After regaining his vision, Duke immediately saw traces of a great battle stretching from far away to near.

Ever since Duke proposed the concept of the thousand-layered gauze skirt, the dwarves really took this trick to its extreme. In a limited time, they didn’t care about anything and built a full 21 city walls, and then built 7749 bunkers on the relatively open mountainside.

Damn it, Duke was so scared that he almost thought Archimonde was the monk Tang Monk who had to overcome 81 difficulties to go to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, and they were the monsters blocking his way to wealth.

"Okay, let’s get to the point."

"The remaining two demon lords have very strange abilities. Mograine, Thrall, and Grom, among others, have killed the two big demons twice each. But every time we killed one of them, the other would go crazy, and not long after, the slain demon would be resurrected. Once resurrected, both demons would turn into a huge cocoon, and no matter how we attacked, we could not break through the defenses of the two cocoons until they both regained their mobility at the same time."

Turalyon paused. "I wonder if we are mistaken, but the time it takes them to recover is getting shorter and shorter."

It would have been fine if Turalyon didn’t say anything, but when he did, Duke was stunned.

Then he burst into laughter.

Why are you laughing?

I remember the first time I played World of Warcraft, 40 little funny friends gathered together, but they couldn’t even get past the gate god of Molten Core. It was so fucking tragic to see the corpses all over the ground!

Before Duke traveled through time, the game was already at a very late version.

However, the time point where Duke is now is only 15 years after the Dark Portal. Those tactics or boss strategies that have become commonplace in the eyes of old hands in later generations are all rare things at this point in time.

Sure enough, only at times like this, the time traveler’s golden finger becomes extremely powerful!

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! The tricks of those great demons of the Burning Legion are pretty good! However, I, Edmund Duke, have seen through everything!"

What do soldiers fear most on the battlefield?

The first thing I fear is having bad teammates.

As the saying goes, "I’m not afraid of god-like bosses, but I’m afraid of pig-like teammates." In fact, there is a kind of devil-like teammate above the pig, called the boss who kills people without paying.

If your teammate is a pig, you can still save him if you rely on your own strength.

If your boss is a moron and forces you to die, then there’s really no need to save him. Just write a suicide note.

A general is the courage of his soldiers, which means that a cowardly general will definitely have a group of crappy soldiers.

Few people know that there is actually a saying that "the commander is the soul of the general."

Generals and the like are, after all, just executors of strategies.

The failure of strategy is the most terrible.

When you are being beaten hard and even the generals are helpless, if even the supreme commander doesn’t know what to do, how can you expect the soldiers under you to have the courage to kill the enemy?

Now, Duke’s arrogant smile, which spread everywhere, sounded not frightening but like the sound of nature to the soldiers’ ears.

"But I, Duke, have seen through everything." These extremely arrogant words were like a large reassurance pill to the soldiers who were already beginning to feel anxious.

Yes! Lord Edmund, the invincible leader of the Alliance, has found a way to defeat the enemy. So what do we have to fear?

Especially at times like this, Duke’s former reputation can play an unimaginable role.

Without the officers’ reminders, the veterans automatically recalled Duke’s glorious past achievements.

Since the first battle of Dark Gate, Duke fought in every battle, even if he lost, he still won with honor.

It is true that he lost Stormwind City, but he also burned a hundred thousand orcs and let Lothar take the head of Blackhand, the first orc chief.

Facing the fierce attack of the Horde, he had been defeated, retreated, and felt helpless, but Duke seemed to be the embodiment of the strong will of mankind. By constantly uniting the forces that could be united, even if he was defeated and fought thousands of miles away, he still led the alliance to become stronger and stronger, and finally successfully turned the tables and defeated the orcs.

The same is true this time.

The shadow of death of the Scourge once loomed over most of Lordaeron, but Duke returned as a king and led everyone to launch a counterattack. Now the only area of ​​Lordaeron that has been occupied is Tirisfal Glades.

Except for the Silverpine Forest where werewolves are still everywhere, most of the occupied areas on the continent of Lordaeron have been liberated.

Yes! That’s right!

As long as Lord Edmund Duke leads us, we will surely win!

Suddenly, a wounded soldier with a broken arm struggled to run over, knelt on one knee in front of Duke, and asked excitedly: "Commander Edmund! Have you found a way to win?"

Seeing the bandage on the soldier’s shoulder still oozing blood, Duke couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat: "Yes, we will use the heads of those two big demons as tables for you later."

"Thank you, sir!" The soldier kowtowed heavily.

Word of Duke’s bold statement spread quickly.

"Will we win in the end?"

"Yes! We will win!"

"Please take care, Your Excellency. I would like you to present me with an award at the triumphal ceremony!"

"Yes! I definitely will!"

More and more soldiers gathered around Duke. Even the seriously injured soldiers who were barely able to get out of bed were able to sit up with the help of their comrades.

Not only the soldiers of the Alliance, but even the warriors of the Horde shouted and raised their weapons after hearing the translation.

Swords and guns are like forests, and the army’s morale is as strong as mountains!

Thousands and millions of voices are shouting and calling, and then they converge into one, turning into a shocking wave of sound that reaches the sky.

"victory!"

"Victory! Victory!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

right!

We will definitely win!

We always believe it!

At this moment, on the battlefield ahead.

This place is located at the entrance of the open area on the mountainside. Once you break through here, the front is flat and there is no defense except for the bunkers built by the alliance. Although the city wall is being built on the narrow road from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, everyone knows that the city wall is really useless against this level of big demons.

The mortal soldiers in the coalition had to risk their lives and rush forward from the cocoons before the two cocoons burst to support the friendly forces on the mountain wall in front. This was to stop the Burning Legion’s miscellaneous soldiers and prevent them from interfering with the coalition’s strong men from besieging and killing the two demon lords.

Mograine was very tired, he leaned on the heavy Ashbringer and gasped for breath. One third of his golden armor had rotted away, making him look more like a beggar.

Grom’s famous Gorehowl was thrown on the ground in front of him. The extremely strong man was now covered in sweat and sat on the ground as if he was exhausted.

The one who suffered the most was the Tauren Chieftain Cairne, because he was the largest, had the strongest vitality, and suffered the most damage. Cairne now looked like a blood-sweating bull, with at least a hundred wounds of all sizes all over his body, and all his hair was dyed red by blood and sweat.

The blood seemed to be taking the opportunity to escape.

Liadrin was using all her strength to help him recover from his injuries, throwing Flash of Light and Holy Light at the Minotaur Chieftain without any hesitation.

Just when every strong man was dejected, gasping in despair, trying to delay the arrival of the final moment, the sound from the mountain attracted their attention.

"That is..." Vol’jin suddenly turned around, his eyes full of confusion.

"Haha!" Mograine laughed, "Who else could it be except him?"

Thrall had a bitter smile on his face: "Although I don’t want to admit it, I can only rely on him."

At this moment, the strong men from both the Alliance and the Horde all thought of the same name.

Thrall secretly clenched his fists - Duke gave birth to him fifteen years earlier. In Duke’s glorious era, Thrall was not yet born. When he grew up, Duke’s glory continued. Then I, Thrall, must work hard to build the Horde in the future, so that the Horde can completely suppress the Alliance! Create a glory that belongs only to me, Thrall!

Not long!

Duke arrived, surrounded by a group of soldiers.

Duke smiled and walked over to the panting Grom.

"Grom, are you tired?" It seemed like a question of concern, but in fact it was a provocation.

How could Grom be a man of good temper who could be provoked?

He snorted coldly on the spot and pointed at Kazak’s cocoon: "Humph! I can kill a guy like this ten times!"

Duke patted Grom’s explosive green muscles and said, "You don’t have to kill him ten times. Just kill him once more and you’ll be done."

"Really?!" A sharp light flashed in Grom’s eyes.

"Ha! At least we are still allies now. I, Duke - never lie to my allies!" Duke’s words were sonorous and powerful.

"Hey!" Grom stood up again. If he was a tired beast just now, now he has transformed into the most ferocious berserker, his whole body filled with strong fighting spirit.