And so, in the spirit of fucking up the ups and downs, the bosses on both sides of the Alliance and the Horde forged a deep friendship in this unexpected ultra-marathon for a reason that wasn't laughable...... It's weird!

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Of course, Sal also shouted in his heart that Duke was a monster.

You know, it's not like Thrall hasn't seen the virtues of a human archmage. At that time, a morning star came to the gladiatorial arena, and the whole audience was already standing, a dozen guards opened the way, and there were knightly followers by their side.

Then the middle-aged mage in his forties had to be helped up and down the steps. When you go up to the carriage, you also need a slave to kneel down and use a back as a pedal, and go up tremblingly.

Most mages are already holding a medicine jar all day long before they are old, like old men in their last years.

Switching to Duke, the contrast is too great.

Isn't it?

You, a noble Archmage of the Dawn Sun, don't bring your followers to a group of orcs, and your stamina is better than many orcs, what the hell is this?

No, it's not about mages anymore.

Looking at Duke's light steps that seemed to be flying through the air, Thrall was extremely sure that Duke had learned the Elven Ranger routine.

"Lord Marcus, while I have no intention of peeking into your secrets, I am amazed by your stamina, speed, and agility!" Sal asked.

"It's nothing! When you have two women around you who are the strongest rangers in the world, you will practice such skills to prove that you are a man. ”

Duke raised his head sixty degrees to the sky, and two lines of illusory tears that might appear flowed through the corners of his eyes.

Almost instantly, Sal felt that Duke was a man with a story.

Yes!

It was a sweet nightmare that lasted for ten years!

The past is unbearable!

Duke's eyes seemed to have traveled back in time and space......

"Honey, do sit-ups, you come up and kiss once. Aurelia gently pressed Duke's foot with her knees, and then because she held Duke's ankles lightly with both hands, as long as Duke got up once, she could see Aurelia's sweet smiling face, kisses, and the pair of Hyjal that didn't match the elven style.

"Gurgle - come after me, as long as you catch up with me, or run a thousand meters, I'll unlock it for you...... "Wen Resa swayed in front of her in front of her with a shy expression, dressed in a light veil, swaying her seductive figure in front of Duke.

All kinds of 'men or something' drive Duke, a lazy worm with no motivation for life, to be strong!

Before you know it, ten years have passed!

In fact, after the first year, Duke was able to clean up the Windranger sisters and cry out for their mothers, yelling at them not to want to. But for some reason, in the case of Aurelia and Wen Resa constantly changing the prizes, it just persisted for ten years in one go.

Although Duke sprinkled dog food and almost forced Gavin Rad to be a virgin of the ten meters tall, Duke ......

This is no longer the case!!

Regardless of professional skills, Duke alone can definitely kick open the gate of Thrall's guard camp and shout in orc language: "Lao Tzu will fight ten!" and then clean up a circle of people, pat the dust and walk out safely.

There is always an end to the long run.

Running from morning to evening, after listening to Grom roar for nearly 8 hours, "Duke I'm going to kill you!", Duke finally went berserk.

Duke stopped in front of a huge well whose water glowed blue.

He ignored Thrall and the others who were scattered around, ignored the nearly 10,000 evil orcs who kept shouting, and turned his gaze straight to the roaring face of Grom*, who was a little unconscious.

Duke arrogantly raised the middle finger of his left hand to Roar with an international gesture - well, it was actually to show Roar the ring on his hand with the Marcus family crest, and then hooked his right index finger.

"Grom, aren't you going to kill me?

In the wind, Duke's seemingly thin body seemed to fall down as soon as it was blown, and with the evil smile on the corner of his mouth, he felt that he was dying.

Sal had a hunch that Duke would succeed.

Sure enough, when Duke made a provocation, the unconscious-minded tribe's first warrior, Grom Hell, roared, let out a thunderous roar, and then jumped high.

Jump Slash!

An attack skill that seemed to be unremarkable and quite exposed his weaknesses was practiced by Grom and used it more than a million times.

After a million times of cultivation, even the most mundane moves will produce a sublimation that is unimaginable to others.

It was a blow that went beyond the warrior's skills and defied most of the common sense of physics.

When Grom's burly body jumped to the height of a full five floors, a fierce bloody axe bloomed, and the human axe became one, and suddenly began to accelerate unscientifically.

If the initial momentum is like a meteor falling to the ground, then the second half is simply an instantaneous split that spans more than ten meters of space!

Grand Chief Thrall couldn't imagine how Duke would survive this move.

In the past sparring exercises, even if Grom kept his hand, he could only use extremely hard to cross the [Hammer of Destruction] and carry it with the strength of his body.

Because there is no way to hide.

And what about Duke?

There was a moment of trance in Thrall's heart - if Duke couldn't dodge and Grom hacked Duke to death with an axe, would he be able to help the tribe get rid of this alliance enemy?

Unfortunately, Sal was destined to be disappointed.

Grom, who is in a berserk state, has increased his attack speed and attack power dramatically, but the flaws in his moves are too big and too big, and the direction and line of his attacks are extremely obvious.

Even the moment he jumped, the system elf had already sketched out in Duke's mind the entire route of Grom from jumping to the point of attack, as well as the damage and the scope of the impact that would be caused by smashing the axe to the ground.

Under this supercomputer's tactical system simulation, Grom's attacks are more like a joker.

The terrible and violent sound of breaking wind rang out, and as expected, Grom's [Blood Roar] slashed into the ground, smashing a terrifying huge cobweb-like rift.

Pity......

Miss!

Duke moved out of the way in style, seemingly narrowly dodging the blow. But his countenance, with a mockery and incomparably calmness, was deeply imprinted in the hearts of Thrall, Lexa, Woking, Varok, Brooks, and other tribal powerhouses at this moment.

Duke made a move.