Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 791: Goodbye

Chapter 791: Goodbye

"Goodbye! Archimonde--" Duke’s stern shout spread throughout the nine heavens and ten earths!

No more!

It’s over!

There were so many people covering Duke’s final blow that Archimonde couldn’t find any way to protect himself in the very end.

He was so desperate and hated so much.

If he had been given another ten or so seconds, he would have completed the transformation of the power of the World Tree, repaired his body, and won him the final victory in this war which was originally easy.

But at this most critical moment, Duke arrived with the holy sword in hand.

Golden light flourishes!

Brilliant and brilliant!

With all the best wishes in the world of Azeroth.

Accompanied by ethereal and trance-like singing that sounded like holy children singing hymns in unison.

Duke extended the tip of his left hand forward and pulled his right hand back, like a drawn bow, making a straight stabbing gesture.

The gears of time seemed to rust and freeze at this moment.

Archimonde, who was at a loss for words, sent a divine thought to Duke: "Don’t kill me! I only want the power of the World Tree. I swear I will not pollute this world. Otherwise - even if I die, I will give you the most horrible curse - pollute your soul, so that you will never be able to become holy again in your eternal life, and you will inevitably degenerate into the ugliest demon after death!"

This is the deepest intimidation!

It is also a threat that will inevitably come true!

The mysterious curse cast by a super demon at his deathbed is undoubtedly the most terrifying evil existence.

Duke smiled.

Archimonde is just stalling for time, how could he not know that?

He responded with a divine thought: "Just as I never dare to overestimate the moral integrity of the devil, I will not underestimate my courage. It turns out... I am also a very courageous person! Although I was forced to do so in the beginning..."

With a faint but resolute smile, Duke stabbed the unknown holy sword in his hand into Archimonde’s forehead like lightning.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" The sound waves of screams spread out in circles endlessly.

What came out of Archimonde’s mouth was not only a scream, but also a materialized curse so strong that everyone could clearly see it with the naked eye.

If you ignore the terrifying black color, this huge curse is as tall and grand as the Milky Way falling from the sky.

Unfortunately, this extremely illusory cursed waterfall symbolizes the ultimate evil in the world!

It is the most violent destruction!

It is the most terrible blasphemy!

It is the deepest pollution!

It’s the weirdest twist!

At this moment, everyone who had cast expectant glances at Duke suddenly realized what a terrible decision they had forced Duke to make!

"No——" Thousands of miles away, Queen Calia fainted on the spot after seeing this scene.

"Duke——" Ilucia’s eyes immediately burst into tears.

Nearby.

Tyrande trembled all over and suddenly fell off the white tiger.

Jaina suddenly felt all the strength drained from her body and she collapsed to the ground.

Sylvanas’ face turned pale, and she suddenly knelt on the charred ground.

Seeing this scene, Malfurion no longer had the energy to care about the feelings of his allies. He raised his vine-like staff high in the air and let out a long and complex roar towards the sky!

Throughout the world, every elf received the signal of his general attack.

Tens, hundreds, thousands and millions of elves streaked out colorful streams of light in the sky and rushed towards Archimonde together.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Boom boom boom—"

At first, there was just a sound like a long string of firecrackers, which soon turned into thunder, and then into a continuous roar like thousands of cannons firing at the same time, which was completely unbearable for people’s hearing.

Not only the hearing, but also the terrifying strong light produced by the continuous crazy explosions, which was unbearable even when facing away from the light source, penetrated through the palms and arms that were blocking the eyeballs, and pierced through the muscles and skin at every gap, piercing into the eyeballs.

"Ahhhh!"

All kinds of screams! Cries! Cries! Continuous!

Every hero’s senses were completely confused.

A long time.

So long...

I really don’t know how long it took...

Sylvanas opened her eyes.

The huge world tree Nordrassil stood like a solitary guard on a lonely land, its outline outlined by the crimson lightning falling from the clouds.

The heroes who survived the terrible war overlooked the battlefield which was nearing its end. In all directions, the few troops of various factions retreated along the portal from the plateau on the top of Mount Hyjal like a tide.

There weren’t many corpses. Perhaps the most eye-catching corpse was Archimonde, who was nailed to the trunk of the World Tree. His huge remains, which had returned to their original height of 150 meters, were so eye-catching that they almost occupied the entire field of vision of the heroes. With the red fireworks in the sky, looking around at the battlefield that looked like a ruin, with debris and broken tiles everywhere, it was a vivid picture of the end of the world.

"Duke? Where’s Duke--" Jaina and Sylvanas screamed at the same time.

Suddenly, Rhonin was holding a human body covered in black and yelling, "Teacher is here. Still breathing! Let’s leave first! The portal has become unstable."

Without further ado, two powerful arms picked up the two queens and plunged into the portal.

The next moment, even hundreds of miles away, one could clearly see the bright and dazzling light coming from the crown of the once huge and lush World Tree. After a violent shock, the entire mountaintop exploded. Then came the terrifying shock wave and dazzling flames, like a world-destroying wave, sweeping across the entire Mount Hyjal.

All breath of life was swept away by the wave of destruction at that moment.

The night elves who had already taken refuge looked on in confusion as their home, where they had lived for nearly ten thousand years, was destroyed in this shocking explosion.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!" Countless elves knelt on the ground and prayed, crying loudly!

At the same time, in the Mage Tower in Theramore Harbor.

There was also loud crying.

"Damn it! I asked you to see if you could do something, not to sacrifice yourself!" Jaina knelt in front of the bed, tears streaming down her face.

Sylvanas was also kneeling, her hands tightly clasped over the black figure’s hands on the bed, her lips tightly pursed, she said nothing, her body shaking constantly.

The two queens showed their grief.

The Alliance paid a heavy price to defeat Archimonde and the main force of the Burning Legion.

At this moment in the port of Theramore, almost every patch of green grass was covered with neatly laid corpses, and those who were lying there were all familiar faces to the living who were standing there motionless.

Although everyone had written a will before coming here and was ready to sacrifice, this time the battle also ended in victory, proving that all their previous efforts were definitely meaningful... But compared to such a victory, they would rather die in Mount Hyjal with their companions, and avoid experiencing the suffocating despair coming from the Mage Tower -

In order to kill the Burning Legion commander Archimonde, their most respected Alliance hero Edmund Duke suffered the most horrific backlash while killing this super demon.

An unknown and horrible death curse filled his entire body with the most evil dark power.

Since the invasion of the orcs, we have not enjoyed many years of peace. The Burning Legion has also arrived. Everyone says that the test for Azeroth is still to come.

If we lose a strong leader like Duke at this time, no one knows what will happen next.

Will the alliance disband?

Will the world be on the brink of destruction?

All the soldiers felt the feeling of victory but also of fear, worry and helplessness about the future.

It was as if they had the desire for military merit and hope in life, but they had just entered the battlefield and were immediately seriously injured and dying, and immediately had to face the cruel reality of their shattered ideals.

It was a terrible feeling that all future prospects were about to be shattered.

On the Mage Tower, Turalyon was holding Quel’Zaram tightly, and the tears on his face were proof of this.

Similarly, Mograine, who was leaning on the Ashbringer at the window, had a similar expression.

As old comrades who have worked with Duke for more than ten years, they know better than anyone else the role Duke plays in promoting the unity and progress of the entire alliance. Not to mention, Duke has a close relationship with the three queens.

In the current alliance, except for Magni, there is no old king left from the previous generation.

In this political arena where political capital and achievements are most important, there is no one who can replace Duke, even temporarily.

If they lose Duke here, it will definitely be a heavy blow to the alliance in all three aspects: politically, economically, and militarily.

If Duke died in battle, that might be better, but the worst thing is that Duke fell like Prince Arthas did. That would be the nightmare of the Alliance and even the entire world of Azeroth.

A leader who knows the Alliance best, and even knows the Horde best, and possesses wisdom far superior to others, has degenerated into the Burning Legion’s sharpest minion... Just thinking about it made Turalyon and the others shudder.

Looking at Duke, whose body was shrouded in darkness and twitching constantly, Jaina’s tear-stained face showed an expression of pain as if she had been stabbed.

She turned around and questioned Benedictus, Liadrin, and all the clergy: "Can’t you do something to drive away the dark power in Duke’s body?"

No clergyman dared to respond to the anger of the Queen of Kul Tiras at the first opportunity.

At this time, Sylvanas pressed the back of Jaina’s hand and said, "Enough! Didn’t they say it before? It’s useless to blame them. Duke’s magic circuit is too fragile. This is the result of the sudden invasion of dark forces when Duke used up all his magic power. Forcibly injecting external holy light will only cause every inch of Duke’s magic circuit to collapse and directly explode to death."

"Could it be... Could it be..." Jaina’s emotions were about to get out of control: "Are we just going to watch Duke die like this!?"

The only answer she got was silence.

At this moment, Vanessa suddenly knocked on the door, with tears on her face as well: "Several representatives from the Horde are outside Theramore, they hope to visit Master Edmund."

Jaina was completely out of control: "What are those cruel orcs doing here at this time? Do they want to see if Duke is dead, so that they can take the opportunity to defeat the Alliance?"

Mograine gently pressed Jaina’s shoulder armor and shook his head: "My old brother Tirion once said, ’I have seen the dirtiest humans and the greatest orcs.’ Therefore, honor knows no national boundaries."

Jaina fell silent.

Turalyon nodded to Vanessa. "Let them come up."

Soon, Thrall, Grom, Vol’jin, Cairne and other Horde leaders came up. Cairne was too big and could only stay under the mage tower. The other three came up, holding a bunch of flowers.

Although the flowers did not match the orcs’ burly and ferocious appearance, everyone still felt a little warm.

Thrall started the conversation directly in the most standard human language: "I know we may not be welcome. But our presence this time has nothing to do with our stance. We are here to express our respect for a great hero. Perhaps one day, the Alliance and the Horde will go to war again. Even so, I hope to see a healthy and powerful Edmund Duke on the battlefield, rather than hiding in a dark corner and celebrating the departure of a powerful enemy."

Thrall was so upright that several paladins silently bowed slightly to him to show their respect.

Sylvanas and Jaina stood up together and saluted Thrall. Finally, it was Queen Sylvanas who spoke: "Thank you for your visit. This cooperation between the Alliance, the Horde, and the Night Elves was promoted by Duke on the Alliance side. We also hope to see it through to the end. Before there is a new situation, we hope to maintain peace with the Horde."

Duke is...very uncomfortable.

His whole body was supported.

It’s a terrible feeling, like forcing an ordinary vegetarian to participate in an eating contest and swallow 100 hot dogs in one go.

What’s worse, it was an expired and rotten hot dog.

The dark forces kept tearing at Duke’s soul. They tempted Duke with all kinds of languages ​​and scenes.

Destroy it!

Destroy it!

Destroy everything you dislike!

Take possession of it!

Take it!

Grab all your favorite things!

Countless thoughts assaulted Duke’s soul.

It forced Duke to vent again and again, to release the negative emotions deep in his soul.

Normally, if Duke was an ordinary native of Azeroth, he would have fallen long ago unless he was a saint like Uther.

Because of the terrible curse, Duke was forced to destroy a hundred worlds, a thousand castles, and occupy ten thousand beauties.

Fortunately, time travelers have their own way of releasing stress.

A unique virtual space in Azeroth.

"Hahaha! I am the master of my own world!" Duke laughed and created a hundred worlds in "SimCity". Then he summoned natural disasters, either flooding or fire, and destroyed the hundred worlds.

"Just a mere castle, destroy it under my iron hoof--" Duke laughed wildly, ransacked properties wantonly in "Conan Exiles", and destroyed a thousand castles that the foreigners had painstakingly built.

"Teachers! Surrender to Duke’s sword! Wahahahaha!" Duke grinned wickedly, immersed in the 10TB action movie he had read and wreaked havoc, fighting with the teachers over and over again.

When all requirements were completed, Duke suddenly woke up!

The head is very heavy.

Eyelids, very heavy.

Even so, Duke still felt that each of his hands was tightly held by a pair of warm and soft hands.

"woke up!?"

"Is he really awake?"

"Everyone, pay attention, be careful!"

There was chaos all around.

Duke slowly opened his eyelids and saw two beautiful faces with tearful eyes. Then, all the other passers-by like Turalyon and Thrall were ignored by Duke.

"Damn! I went from being a European admiral to an African chief." Duke opened his mouth with a complaint that no one understood.

Duke didn’t expect anyone to understand his self-deprecation about his fall from a lucky star to an unlucky guy.

But I feel uncomfortable if I don’t complain!

For some reason, Duke’s strange way of speaking made the several paladins nearby breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Holy Light, Duke, I really admire you. You have been corroded by the power of darkness, but you can still maintain your self-awareness." Mograine put the huge Ashebringer next to him.

Turalyon was struggling, but his reason told him that he should remain vigilant. After all, corruption could happen in an instant, and Duke might still retain his cunning after the corruption. This was purely a way to paralyze the enemy.

The interesting thing is that, except for him, everyone chose to believe that Duke had survived. Even the big guys on the Horde side breathed a sigh of relief.

"What, what? Duke is awake?" When Cairne heard the noise, he shamelessly climbed up to the top floor of the Mage Tower through the stairs, even though he was over 4 meters tall and had a huge body. He stuck half of his bull head in from the door and kept watching.

"Duke, are you okay?!" The tear glands of the two queens were so developed that their tears flowed like a dam bursting.

"How can it be okay... Wait a minute, let me see if I can check myself." Duke sighed, then summoned the system AI: "Hey, system AI, hum if you are not dead."

"snort!"

Duke was speechless.

"Uh, help me check my body..."

"Host, I have already checked and you are now in the Shadow Form which cannot be switched."

"Huh!? Wait! Am I not cursed?"

"If you are talking about the curse that Archimonde cast before his death, it should be a mental suggestion with extremely high priority and compulsion, which caused your mind to naturally distort by requiring you to complete the specified corrupt events. However, you have completed all the compulsive requirements through virtual reality simulation. Now according to my assessment, your mental health level is 60%."

"Ah, so I lost 40%!" Duke sighed secretly.

"No, host, the mental health you lost due to the curse is only 15%. By the way, before coming to Azeroth, your mental health index was 55%."

Hey! Wait! Something seems wrong!

Duke was about to tell the system AI to shut up, but it was a little too late.

"Before coming to Azeroth, the host was just a mentally sub-healthy young man who failed many exams and almost failed his freshman year. He was dissatisfied with the status quo and had a strong desire for the opposite sex. After coming to Azeroth, as the host’s social status improved and he received love from the opposite sex, the host’s mental health value peaked at 80%, and it was 75% before the battle today."

"Damn it! Shut up!" Duke’s face turned black.

Well, he is all black now, so you can’t tell.

The system AI remained silent obediently.

After a while, Duke said, "Tell me the possible solution."

The next moment, Duke’s consciousness returned to reality.

Duke slowly said, "Where is my holy sword?"

"Here!" Vanessa quickly presented the slender holy sword.

Duke looked at this once unknown holy sword and suddenly became speechless. For some reason, most artifacts in Azeroth have long names that sound like human names, such as The Twin Blades of Azzinoth and Atiesh, the Legendary Staff of the Guardian.

He has been wondering why his sacred sword has no name?

Later I learned that the artifact also had to awaken its true name.

According to the system AI, when you truly become one with the will of the artifact, the most vivid image and name in your mind will automatically become the name of the new artifact.

As a result, what was Duke thinking when he killed Ak, who was selling swords in one hand and making staff in the other?

Once upon a time, in the epic fantasy movie "The Lord of the Rings", there was a very awesome wizard who didn’t know any spells. His only talent was Light, and the rest were all messed up talents like Dual Wielding and Rage. He also held a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, and swept through thousands of orcs without taking a breath.

That’s right, he is the famous white-robed swordsman Gandalf.

As luck would have it, Duke thought of the old man when he killed Archimonde.

Well, something went wrong. Duke picked up the long holy sword, on which were written a few big words:

Gandalf’s Sword, the legendary sword of the White Wizard

Duke nearly spit out a mouthful of ketchup.