Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 787: Speculation

Chapter 787: Speculation

If you are pioneering a new area and defeating a boss, and you get the first kill but don’t show off, you would be really letting yourself down.

Of course, Duke could declare to the outside world that this was to build confidence and set an example for everyone in the upcoming battle against Archimonde.

Anyway, that’s what happened. When the two demon lords collided with each other and even their shoulder armors were tangled together, Duke stood on Kazzak’s shoulder with his left leg and stepped on Kazrog’s shoulder armor with his right foot, posing in a very cool manner.

The unknown holy sword in his hand posed a great threat to the two demon lords.

In the entire universe, nothing can excite the devil more than a holy sword full of righteous energy. Duke’s holy sword is strictly speaking a smaller version of Quel’Zaram, and it is a top-quality item from the Pantheon!

Without hesitation, Kazak and Kazzak simultaneously defined Duke, who was close to their vital points, as the most dangerous existence, and slapped Duke with their three-fingered claws in no particular order.

Who would have thought...

Just before the two violent palms almost hit Duke, Duke smiled wickedly: "Sorry, I lied to you."

After saying that, he left in an extremely irresponsible manner.

He really is a flash person, he ran away with a Flash.

With the two demons in such a state of disarray, any move they made could lead to a fatal flaw. Grom, who had been watching them closely for a long time, immediately jumped high up, ready to make another earth-shattering leap.

As a result, Houye failed to grab the kill.

He was hit by a Void Arrow from Kazzak in mid-air. In addition to the shadow damage, the most terrible thing about this thing is its slowing effect with spatial characteristics.

The jump slash that was originally as fast as lightning was forcibly slowed down by half. Grom was in trouble and became a target that slowly floated by in mid-air.

Such a good human sandbag, who else should I beat if not you?

Kazak was willing to lose his balance in order to pull out his other hand and throw it at Grom.

"Snap!" As if slapping a fly away, poor Master Hou was blown hundreds of meters away.

If Turalyon had not been kind enough to give him a heroic-level Flash of Light with a casting time compressed to the limit of 0.2 seconds when he was passing through the air at high speed, his body might not have been able to withstand it and he might have really fallen to his knees.

At this moment, Duke appeared again on Kazak’s chest.

When Duke accidentally sold out his teammate Grom who was trying to steal a kill, he also cheated all of Kazzak and Kazzak’s skills.

At this moment, they are completely in a window period.

Duke’s eyes became fierce, he sneered, and silently said in his heart: In the name of the Olympic Ice Queen, you are a retard -

The powerful Slowdown Spell was directly cast on the weaker Kazzak. Even with his body as a demon lord, he was still hit by the full force of the Great Mage Antonidas. The huge demon body with a yellow background slowed down its movements by more than half.

On the other hand, looking at the ugly face of Kazzak that he had seen more than once, Duke couldn’t help but think of the time when this guy sneaked into Karazhan and almost demolished Duke’s hometown.

"Humph! There’s a road to heaven but you don’t take it, so you rush in from hell? I couldn’t kill you last time, but you come to me again to kill yourself? Tell me, are you a sword dealer? Are you a slut?"

Duke’s entire right arm seemed to be fused with the unknown holy sword, transforming into a dazzling golden light, which easily crossed a space of several meters.

Demon Lord Kazak tried to tilt his neck back, trying to dodge the sword. Space seemed to be strangely dislocated, and his efforts were exchanged for an extremely strange tilt of his head...

Kazak was horrified to find that the back of his head 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 appeared at the junction of his head and neck.

The golden line continued to extend backwards.

A slight shock wave was created in the air, and only those with extremely good eyesight could see that a slender and narrow golden light blade had swept across the airspace at that moment, piercing through Kazak’s neck, which was so thick that it took at least two people to hold it together, and finally fell to the ground, cutting a neat horizontal line.

Time seemed to be frozen at that moment.

Even though he had witnessed all of this, the terrifying power of the Antonidas-level Slowdown Technique was so great that it took the Demon Lord Kazroga at least three seconds to put on an expression of horror.

Duke made a gorgeous back-stabbing move with great ease.

Time returned to normal only when the slender golden sword pierced Kazzak’s forehead without any hindrance.

The only thing he could do was to scream for the last time in his life: "No——"

Under the gazes of tens of thousands of soldiers, and with the eyes of the three powerful factions of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Night Elves focused, the righteous Duke successfully snatched the head.

Looking at Grom Hellscream who was struggling to get up in the distance, Duke gave a malicious smirk: Sorry! When it comes to grabbing kills, you may be a grandfather, but I am a swordsman at the level of my ancestor!

In mid-air, Duke, who had cast the Slow Fall Technique on himself, slowly descended as light as a feather swaying in the wind.

In the background, the huge bodies of two demon lords, as big as mountains, fell down with a loud bang, splashing dust all over the sky.

This victory seemed to come too easily, making the strong men feel it was unreal.

Think about it, a large group of people fought desperately and killed these two demons twice. What was the result? Brother Xin Chun was resurrected with full health.

Who can guarantee that the two demons will not be resurrected together this time?

At this moment, almost every strong man has the same question in his mind:

Are they dead?

Where’s the cocoon? No! ?

So...we won?

Did we really win! ?

Duke smiled and gave an affirmative answer: "Yes! We won!"

A calm and nonchalant smile, and the means to destroy everything in the midst of laughter and conversation.

The tactics seemed to have not changed much, but they successfully killed the invincible enemy in everyone’s mind.

What kind of wisdom is this? What kind of calmness is this?

The heart of every strong man was shaken.

In a very strange way, everyone suddenly wanted to see those two horrible big demons jump up and shout three times "Let’s fight for another three hundred rounds" or something like that.

However, this is impossible.

The two huge corpses just lay there quietly, becoming another backdrop for Duke’s undefeated myth.

At this time, Duke waved to Tyrande: "Come on, come on, please touch the corpse, oh, and count the spoils."

Tyrande was a little stunned: "Me?"

After traveling to Azeroth for so long, Duke has finally figured out the pattern.

The equipment dropped by the boss is not determined by the order of appearance in the game, but by the level of the boss itself. As long as you have the ability to defeat the boss that theoretically will only appear in later versions, you can still get the best equipment.

For example, now, if we follow the history in the game, players have to go back to the past through the Caverns of Time to relive this classic, earth-shattering Battle of Mount Hyjal. So according to the version at that time, the sixth set of equipment, commonly known as T6, and the corresponding level of individual equipment will drop here.

Duke had gotten Deathwing before and got something better, but it was too little. Where else can you get a chance to change outfits in batches like you do now?

After coming to Azeroth, Duke seemed to have a lot of red hands, and there was also a case where he got all the items in the drop list from Oro.

But Duke didn’t want to touch the corpse himself unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, Duke is still a little superstitious. When he was leading a group, Duke was very popular as the leader.

That was a time when only the head of the group could touch the corpse.

During a harvesting mission in Molten Core, Duke immediately took out a druid named "Shunshen Yeichi" and a warlock named "susuru", two newbies wearing green gear, and directly got an eight-piece epic Cenario Set and Vengeance Set. He also gave each of them a T2 head.

Wasn’t the group short of druids and warlocks back then?

Duke just couldn’t understand why, when I instantly trained two elite backbones for the team, the other thirty-seven people ran to Ironforge and filled the screen with messages cursing that Duke was the mastermind?

It can be seen how much Duke is loved by the members...

Duke said to Ye Yi and the other two earnestly, "You two, for the sake of the team’s progress, I have trained you in one go, even at the risk of being cursed by my brothers and sisters. Do you understand this kindness?"

"I understand!" The two silly and cute newbies nodded.

As a result, Duke gained two die-hard fans.

Well, Duke is red-handed, no problem.

Well, Duke feels that he is actually quite good since he traveled through time.

It’s better to be safe than sorry.

He had murdered the first chieftain of the Horde, Blackhand. What if his coffin could not be held down and he came out to curse Duke’s luck in the name of Blackhand?

Therefore, in order to prevent the Blackhand’s curse from attaching to his own arm, Duke pretended to be fair and just and let Tyrande, who seemed the most objective, touch the corpse.

When Tyrande was taking out equipment from the space bag that connected the souls of the two demon lords, she heard a gasp from the side.

Not to mention the Hordes that were used to suffering, it was hard for them to even find epic equipment. Of course, the Hordes that had been slaves and savages for more than a decade would not have any good equipment.

On the alliance side, the eyes of the powerful men were also filled with envy.

Nowadays, even epic equipment can only be found in the royal treasuries of various countries. This is no longer the era of later generations when artifacts were everywhere and epics were worth less than dogs.

Think about it, even an Alliance leader like Mograine can’t even put together a complete set of epic equipment, let alone others.

At a time when epic equipment is extremely rare, a large number of high-level epic equipment suddenly appeared. Who wouldn’t be tempted?

Duke spoke up: "Most of these epic equipment are spoils of war from the Burning Legion’s conquests of various planets. Now they are our spoils. Although the size is a little wrong, as long as the master blacksmith makes some minor modifications, they can be immediately converted into our own combat power. Since today is a joint effort of the three factions, I will not hide anything. However, in order for everyone to cooperate better in the future, I hope to set a rule for the distribution of equipment here."

"Please tell me. As long as it’s reasonable, the Horde will accept it." Thrall nodded.

Tyrande nodded indifferently.

Alas! The night elves had a lot of good things from the upper elven empire. At this point in time, the night elves were big dog owners, so of course they didn’t care much.

Duke spoke up: "First of all, no matter which side’s heroes participate in the battle against the enemy leader, they are eligible to enjoy the spoils."

Thrall and Tyrande nodded.

If you contribute, you get a share of the spoils. There’s nothing wrong with that.

This also means that Duke will not spit out the spoils from Leiji Donghan, because Duke killed that guy instantly.

"Secondly, the spoils will be distributed based on the principle of priority of need. If someone from all three factions needs that piece of equipment, we will prioritize the discussion. If the discussion fails, we will roll the dice and the one with the higher score will take it." Duke then threw a handful of five dice on the ground: "Everyone can check the dice."

Thrall didn’t move, but Vol’jin examined it carefully, weighed it, and then nodded.

"Finally, regarding the ratio of equipment distribution. I don’t want to divide it based on strength or who made the final blow. Anyone who has the ability to participate in the siege of the enemy leader can get a share after the battle, regardless of life or death."

Duke’s proposal sounded like the Alliance had the upper hand, because the Alliance had the most hero-level warriors. In fact, Thrall knew after taking a quick look at the equipment that the problem was not serious.

Ignoring Tyrande, the only Night Elves hero, the Horde certainly has few heroes.

But as soon as you look at their professions, you can tell that everyone on the Horde is a warrior!

Thrall hasn’t changed his job to Shaman yet and is still a warrior. Vol’jin also mainly fights in melee combat, not to mention Grom, Cairne, Varok and Brox, who are all muscular men.

On the other hand, on the Alliance side, all melee fighters are Paladins.

In other words, as long as the Horde takes all the warriors’ plate armor, or leaves one or two of the most insignificant ones for the Alliance, there will be no problem.

Duke’s distribution plan seems to have a lot of rules, and all the benefits that should be given to the Horde will be given without any loss.

It just so happened that when Oro was killed, not a single warrior outfit dropped, so Duke asked others to show it, and that was the reveal.

He killed Anetheron and five dreadlords, as well as the pit lord Azgalor, and then the two demon lords Kazzak and Kazzak.

There were more than thirty pieces of epic equipment that were found.

I don’t know if it’s because Kazzak and Kaz’roger came together, and the equipment was doubled, but theoretically I could exchange for a T6 set of gloves, but I got four pieces of each at once.

the Horde didn’t know what these scraps of metal and metal that looked like prototype gloves were used for. As a result, Duke quietly hacked all four of the Forgotten Protector gloves used by warriors, hunters, and shamans and gave them to Queen Sylvia and Lirath, as well as Alleria and Vereesa who were going to return in the future.

In exchange, Duke gave Grom the Bloody Shoulder Guards and Violent Shackles made by Razzak, which were specially designed for berserkers.

Seeing Grom’s happy face, Duke suddenly felt that he was deeply sinful!

Duke really has no sense of guilt at all for having screwed over a great hero like Grom.

If you ask what the difference is between individual equipment and a set, the biggest difference is certainly not the attributes of a single piece of equipment, but the additional bonus after having a certain number of sets of equipment. Or attributes, or skills.

With the complete set, there will be no problem in sweeping away monsters of the same level.

So it’s not without reason that suits are called work clothes.

During the exchange, Thrall also asked Duke.

Duke explained: "I felt the power of the Ranger in the Forgotten Protector Gloves. No one knows what these equipment will look like before their full properties are revealed. The only reason I did this is to bet on the future."

Thrall was silent for a long time.

The Alliance has the Dwarves, the best craftsmen in Azeroth, as its foundation, and its confidence is completely different. When the Horde asked the better orcs to forge bronze, the Alliance was already discussing what grade and strength of bronze to use to make weapons.

Especially the 13 years of human enslavement of orcs almost completely destroyed the orcs’ heritage in the field of forging. Even though he knew that these four pairs of gloves were likely to be better, Thrall had to agree to Duke’s use of two fury warrior equipment to exchange for the two Forgotten Protector Gloves that were supposed to be given to the Horde.

Because of ready-made equipment, we can form immediate combat power.

Of course Thrall agreed to the exchange, and the more important reason was that Duke saved Grom’s life in the Battle of Mannoroth. Compared with the life of the first warrior of the Horde and the life of a chieftain who was the core of the Horde, the slight loss of equipment was nothing.

So until the afternoon, when Duke directly asked Brian to transform the Gloves of the Forgotten Protector into Gron Wanderer Gauntlets that could be used by rangers and put them on the two Windrunners, Thrall didn’t realize what this was.

The orc heroes all felt that it didn’t matter even if Duke took some advantage.

After all, without Duke leading them, they might have been wiped out in the last battle. How could they defeat the boss and share the equipment?

Thrall will never know that the dirty Duke has already planned it out. In theory, Archimonde will also drop the Helm of the Forgotten Protector!

After killing Kazzak and Kazzak, the two leaders of the Burning Legion who inexplicably turned into twin mode, the Burning Legion’s offensive became quiet.

At this time, a dispute broke out between the Horde and the night elves.

In this era, if a force did not collapse despite a 30% loss, it was considered elite. In fact, the Horde had lost 40%, and the Alliance was slightly better, with only 25%. However, the Alliance, which was more modernly armed, had lost 80% of its ammunition, so in fact, the Alliance’s combat power had dropped even more dramatically.

The only thing that has kept me going until now is my last breath.

The reason for the dispute was that the Horde was unable to hold on any longer and asked whether some people could be evacuated first.

Many chieftains believed that the Horde had paid enough and it was time to retreat. Otherwise, even if they won the World War, they would still lose the next battle for survival. You know, the Horde not only had the Alliance as its great enemy, but even in Durotar, the Horde still had to face the Centaurs and Quilboars, two huge races with a total population of at least 100,000.

However, Tyrande said that the night elves were not ready yet, and hoped that the Alliance and the Horde would hold the line until Malfurion was fully ready.

Thrall suggested: "The night elves just want us to buy time, right? Why don’t we leave 10,000 elite soldiers behind for the Horde?"

Tyrande argued: "What if the remaining few can’t hold on?"

Before Thrall could speak, Vol’jin retorted to Tyrande, "Don’t you still have the night elf army? You have an army of over 100,000, but you only used some rangers at the beginning to play archery games in the safest arrow tower."

Tyrande’s eyes widened with anger: "How did the big bug at the camp at the foot of the mountain die?"

Vol’jin rolled his eyes. "Well, you cast two more rounds of magic."

"you..."

"Heh! Could it be that the night elves are just a group of guys who only dare to hide in the dark and shoot arrows and cast spells. No wonder they didn’t dare to fight us orcs head-on when they faced us in Ashenvale. It turns out..." Grom, this guy, taunted us as soon as he came up.

He easily brought back Tyrande’s memories.

This violent guy in front of me killed Cenarius! Even if it only briefly allowed Cenarius to return to the depths of the planet...

Tyrande was also furious: "If your tribe believes that the Burning Legion is more worthy of your loyalty, you can also join them!"

"You..." The orcs drank the demon’s blood, which was also considered a shame by the entire new tribe. Now that Tyrande has exposed the scars of the Horde, the heroes of the Horde also feel humiliated and slapped in the face.

"Enough!" Thrall restrained his men’s commotion. It would be more accurate to say that the wise Thrall used his reckless men as a cover to put on a good show: "Tyrande Whisperwind! In order to stop Archimonde from consuming the power of the World Tree and the Well of Eternity, tens of thousands of warriors from the Alliance and the Horde have fallen forever on this mountain road. If you still want this great coalition to continue, then reveal your trump card, at least to me and Edmund Duke."

Tyrande bit her lip, her eyes like lightning, sweeping across the heroes of the Alliance and the Horde: "You don’t understand what the night elves are prepared to sacrifice."

This is actually a refusal to reveal one’s true colors.

Thrall took a step forward and said, "You are refusing to tell us how long we have to hold on."

"If you want to see the world destroyed and everyone perish together, then you should just leave first." Tyrande slammed the table.

Duke rubbed his brow.

Originally in the game, the three factions loved each other so much that their relationship was as good as if they were brothers who grew up wearing the same pants.

In reality, it would be a miracle if the three factions, which already have huge conflicts, could come together if they did not have a common enemy.

However, Duke would not allow the situation to deteriorate further. Allowing the orcs to continue to quarrel would only mess up everything.

"Thrall, can you and your chieftains leave for a while? I want to talk to Lady Whisperwind alone."

As soon as Duke spoke, most of the orc heroes calmed down.

You can give face to other people, but not Duke. Especially Grom, who was saved by Duke, changed the subject on the spot: "Okay, for your sake, I won’t say anything."

In the Horde, Grom’s say is second only to Thrall, and Thrall is happy to see Duke come out to smooth things over. Soon, only Duke and Tyrande are left in the huge conference room.

Duke’s words made Tyrande’s face turn pale. "I just want to ask, who among the night elves wants to blow up the armies of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Burning Legion all at once?"

Tyrande was so frightened that Duke was only ten centimeters away from her when he realized what was happening. He subconsciously shrank back like a frightened little rabbit.

Duke did not let Tyrande go and went straight towards her.

Thrump, thump, thump. Tyrande took three steps back.

Swish, swish, swish, Duke took three steps.

In the end, Duke even did a standard wall-dong, with his left hand against the wall and his right hand on his waist, directly suppressing Tyrande, who was already leaning against the concrete wall, with his momentum.

one person.

An elf.

Their faces were so close that they could clearly feel each other’s breathing.

Tyrande was a little embarrassed and angry: "Edmund Duke, you are now threatening the high priest of the Moon Goddess."

Duke said shamelessly: "Tyrande Whisperwind, I will tell you now that mages never believe in gods."

"Are you going to be a traitor to Azeroth?"

"Don’t flatter me. Your words of persuasion are powerful, but they can only fool the rough people of the Horde. They are useless to me. From the beginning, you refused to answer where the 100,000 elite night elves are."

"..."

"Do you really think the Alliance’s scouts are blind? Right after the three tribes reached an agreement to form a coalition, you, the night elves, used the excuse of evacuating civilians to evacuate most of the elves on the peak of Mount Hyjal. But the holy mountain has always been guarded by only the most elite night elf troops. Unless they are special craftsmen, civilians are not allowed to go up the mountain."

Tyrande pursed her lips, said nothing, and stared into Duke’s eyes, as if she wanted to see from the eyes of this human commander from the other side of the Endless Sea what other cards he could play.

Duke didn’t care.

He continued, "Let me guess. Originally, the night elves were ready to follow the ancient oath sworn over nine thousand years ago and sacrifice their entire tribe to protect the World Tree. However, the orcs’ performance in Ashenvale and the subsequent alliance of the three factions gave you new hope. How great would it be if you could save the World Tree with the help of the Horde, your mortal enemy, and allow the night elves to continue to reproduce? It would be even better if the Horde died with the Burning Legion."

Tyrande swayed slightly.

Even though she concealed it well, it couldn’t be hidden from Duke, whose body was almost touching her.

"How can this be achieved? The Horde is not stupid. They will naturally retreat if the losses are too great. After all, orcs are not a native race of Azeroth. The only conclusion is that the night elves can do it again like they did against the Burning Legion in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago."

This time, Tyrande began to lose control of herself. Her red lips opened and closed gently like a fish that was screwed to the shore.

"Don’t talk nonsense without evidence."

At this time, Duke really wanted to say: Do you really think I don’t know about the huge explosion on Mount Hyjal in history? It directly blew up Mount Hyjal and left it barren for ten years.

But Duke never thought that the night elves, who were originally very conservative and very loyal to their oaths and had made great sacrifices for justice in history, would actually play such tricks.

What went wrong?

Or has there been some huge deviation in history?

Duke finally gave his answer after some deep thought: "I know that the reappearance of the Highborne put a lot of pressure on you, right? But in order to save the world, you had to endure the Highborne’s grand entrance into Mount Hyjal."

In the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal, there were no high elves or blood elves. Jaina’s human soldiers from Theramore certainly would not have any conflicts with the night elves.

Eight thousand years ago, the night elves exiled the high-level elves in the name of blasphemers. Who would have thought that Duke would bring Sylvanas’s blood elf ranger here this time? This is clearly a slap in the face!

When Duke said this, tears had already welled up in Tyrande’s eyes.

However, Duke continued to persuade Tyrande with his magnetic voice, as if he was monologue: "I think that perhaps our buildings and artillery that destroy nature, like the Hordes that keep cutting down trees, have irritated your druids?"

This is another unsolvable contradiction.

To put it bluntly, the night elves are idealists, while the dwarves and gnomes are all materialists.

On one side they are promoting Greenpeace, while on the other side they are developing highly polluting industries.

It would be strange if the druids liked the dwarven artillery.

At this time, Duke’s words had made Tyrande tremble like a sieve.

Duke, delivering the final blow to Tyrande: "It was Fandral Staghelm who was putting pressure on you to kill all those untrustworthy blasphemers and the murderers of Cenarius, wasn’t it?"

This sentence is definitely a fatal blow.

Tyrande moved her lips for a long time, and finally said in a collapsed tone: "I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I never thought of harming my allies. I really didn’t think of..."

With her head lowered and shoulders drooped, Tyrande, who had supported the night elves for thousands of years with her shoulders, now looked no different from a weak human woman.

The only difference was that, even though tears were welling up in her eyes, she still didn’t cry.

"But when I think about the fact that we, the night elves, are about to make a huge sacrifice, and there is a cruel new neighbor and an alliance that has accepted our exiles watching us, my heart cannot calm down."

Tyrande suddenly straightened up, her chest puffed out and her stomach tightened, and from the bottom of her heart, every move she made exuded a sense of righteousness.

Duke involuntarily released his hands from the wall and took a half step back.

"Okay, Sir Edmund Duke, I will answer your questions one by one! Your speculation is only half right. But the explosion plan you mentioned does exist! Since in the War of the Ancients, the extremely powerful Guardian Dragonflight could not resist the invasion of the Burning Legion with the combined strength of the five clans, why should we believe that you hundreds of thousands of mortals can resist the demons? Even if the demons have been weakened by the magic circle!"

"Well..."

"The power of the explosion is proportional to the number of souls sacrificed by the night elves. A full 100,000 elite warriors are ready to sacrifice themselves to protect this beautiful world, but how can we bear to see the rest of our people being bullied by the cruel tribe after the sacrifice, and the beautiful forest being wantonly cut down and destroyed? So I dare to ask, is it too much for us to prepare for the worst case scenario? Besides, I haven’t agreed to implement Fandral Staghelm’s plan yet!"

At this moment, Duke suddenly understood the real behavior of the night elves, which was a little more kind than he had imagined.