You know, the previous system prompt was "If you can inhale more elemental divinity, the power of the divine sword will increase significantly." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Now it is strongly recommended to come back after the upgrade, and there is only one explanation - it is better for Duke to upgrade and then inject.

If Duke was still in a slightly confused state before, at this time Duke fully understood that the time had come to attack the demigods.

Just put the finishing touches on Naxxramas......

With Etish, Duke is now a true Azeroth Guardian. If there's one thing he's different from the Guardians of his past, it's that he lacks the demigod-level magic that has been infused by the entire Tirisfa Council.

It doesn't matter, as long as he breaks through the demigods, everything will be solved.

Duke lifted Etiyesh slightly, and suddenly felt that his arcane magic circuit had increased by more than 200%, and that surging magic power reverberated in the huge circuit formed by the connection between himself and the artifact staff.

If Duke, who was a third-class starlight before, was overflowing with a great river and a great lake of magic that could be used every minute, it really felt like a sea at this time.

Duke turned to face the ice dragon's soul and said aloud, "Sephiro, I ask you, you are willing to be under my command and become my exclusive elemental messenger. Fight to protect the world of Azeroth, cleanse your sins, and achieve your goal of finally returning your soul to the Temple of Dragon's Sleep?"

There was nothing to think about, and the soul state of Sephelon lowered his arrogant head: "I do!"

Duke said no more, raised his staff, and a beam of blue light shot at Sephiro's massive soul. As if peeling back a cocoon, everyone saw in a trance countless black filaments pulled out of Sepheron's soul and dissipated in mid-air. Then the aura of frost throughout the hall began to converge on Sephiro's spirit.

A burst of "zi, zi, zi" sounded, and under Duke's transcendent mortal magic, not only Sepheron, but even the hall space they were in felt frosted.

It's just that one is out and one is in.

As the entire space began to become ethereal, Sephiro's soul began to materialize.

The ugly white bones were covered in the flesh condensed by the elements, and then the dragon skin was born out of thin air as white as snow.

Ten seconds later, there was one less fallen bone dragon in the world, and one more elemental dragon turned from the purest frost element.

From this moment on, Sephelon became an elemental creature similar to the Fire Phoenix.

After getting Saffron, the next step is to share the spoils.

The heroes of the alliance quickly and simply selected the epic equipment they wanted, of course, the Naxxramas level things, except for a very few that are level 80, the rest are equivalent to level 60 equipment in the game, these fifteen people basically don't look down on it, and it is estimated that it will be left to Varian and them.

On this day, in the fortress of Cenarion, north of Silisus, the fighting was still stalemate.

Although the coalition forces gathered the elite of the three major forces of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Dragons, they still couldn't push the battle line to the wall of the beetle, which was probably in the middle of Silitsus, let alone the Temple of Angela.

Grom*'s hellroar is covered in green and yellow, these are the bodily fluids of the bugs, which not only stench but also look ridiculous when they solidify.

Roar, who had withdrawn to the fortress, couldn't help but complain to Sal: "Great Chief, how long do we have to defend? ”

Thrall didn't answer directly, and asked rhetorically, "How many elites do you think the tribe sacrifices to accomplish this goal?"

Ye Ye was asked suddenly, his expression was first unwilling, and then gloomy. Don't look at the tribe pulling out tens of thousands of people this time, and you don't even need to compare it with the thousands of elites who attacked Blackstone Mountain that time, when you see the old and the small, you know that this tribe army has its own appearance.

It is now the seventh year of the westward crossing of the Kalimdor continent, which is far from enough for a new generation of orcs to grow up, and those children who are five or six years old will need at least ten more years to barely fight. There are only about 100,000 orcs in Xidu.

After the conflict with the Night Elves in Ashenvale, the Battle of Mount Hyjal during the invasion of the Burning Legion, and the latest battle of the Beetles, it can be said that almost all the orcs who can fight are here.

Without the support of the Minotaurs, Trolls, and Goblins, the Horde would not have even been able to muster a hundred thousand troops.

The Minotaurs have never been a thriving race of individuals, and being able to pull out five thousand warriors is already the result of Kane's strong support. Woking's Dark Spear Clan is also a branch of the trolls, and 10,000 soldiers is the limit.

If this army is all folded here, then the tribe doesn't need to say anything, in case the alliance turns around, it will destroy itself here.

This time, the most direct impact of the insect swarm is the territory of the tribe.

If the alliance is ruthless enough, it can wait for the tribal warriors to be wiped out and then pick up peaches. The alliance is also under internal and external troubles, and it can pull out this force so quickly, and the guys in the tribe who have a little brain feel that the alliance is kind.

Now the situation is not good, stupid bugs will not intercept the Alliance's supply railroads, and with a steady stream of munitions, the battle loss ratio is still very impressive.

It is often necessary to die a hundred giant bugs taller than orcs before sacrificing such an alliance or horde warrior. In the case that the priest group of the alliance is so powerful, as long as the head is not cut off on the spot and dragged to the rear, even if there is still a breath, it can be saved.

So when Duke made it clear that they would wait until they had Naxxramas or Zulgrab to take any further action, Sal and Woking threw up their limbs and voted in favor.

Not many dead people, but also allowing young orc warriors to gain valuable combat experience, this kind of good thing does not happen every day.

There is nothing wrong with that, except for the fear that the normalization of alliances and tribal alliances will increase the likelihood of the tribe being annexed.

Just as Grom was about to retreat, Sal suddenly heard a terrible shout: "Alarm - there are legion-level bugs!"

Legion level is a super big bug that can only be killed by gathering an entire legion.

As soon as Thrall and Grom turned their heads, they saw a huge mountain-like beetle in the distance.

"Again!hell, there's been more and more of this thing lately!" Grom spat hard, then picked up his [Blood Roar] and turned to leave.

"Wait!

Legion-level, which also means the terrifying vitality of bugs. Although the attack power of that thing is not too terrifying, the large beetle, which is basically immune to existing artillery fire, will undoubtedly greatly affect the defense line if it is given to rush to the edge of the fortress.

Once the battle line collapses, it will have to be filled with human lives.

In the absence of the main force of the alliance, it is naturally the life of the tribal warriors.

At this moment, there was a sudden rumbling cannon sound on the clouds. Obviously, it was a terrifying caliber cannon that far surpassed all the artillery fire of Cenarion Fortress, and it overturned the legion-level giant insect with a single shot.

Duke's laughter rang out in the air: "Yo!