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Just as Duke was about to follow the flash and leave, Gianna grabbed Duke's hand, and there was a tremor in the soft palm, and there was a faint moisture, which was hand sweat.

"Duke, will we win? Can mortals really win against such an opponent? Will I really succeed in avenging one day?"

In the face of such an enemy, as long as you are not a madman, it is inevitable to have fear in your heart.

Gazing at Gianna's beautiful glass-like eyes, Duke smiled.

"Yes, definitely! And today!"

Duke was so determined, so scorching, that almost unwarranted confidence, that at once filled Gianna's whole heart.

Hundreds of meters away, Queen Xi, who was holding a bow and arrow, suddenly saw that the two figures standing beside her suddenly coincided, and then separated in an instant, and Queen Xi spat fiercely.

"Bastard boy, if you survive today, I'll have to clean you up!"

The sound of earth-shattering footsteps approached.

It's closer!

The closer you get, the more terrifying the shock of the earth shaking.

The mortal armies had all retreated, and if Akmund summoned ordinary demons to enter, they would naturally strike again.

If there was only one Akmund, then it would only be a pure, only the stage for the strong.

Finally, Akmund's large body, which had to be looked upon, finally appeared on the top of the peak of Mount Hyjal, the stage chosen by the three factions.

In front of the fifty-story boss, mortals are as small as a swarm of ants.

"Hahaha! I thought the so-called warriors who were fighting the Burning Legion with all their might were scared away. Why, this is the only thing left of your so-called army of hundreds of thousands?hahaha!" Akmund's wild laughter echoed across the mountaintops in the shape of a small basin.

Obviously speaking in Ereda, the meaning of Akmund's sentences is directly penetrated into everyone's spiritual world through the heart.

If it were a mortal here, it was estimated that he would have a mental breakdown and die violently.

Tyrande, dressed in bright silver and white armor, rode a white tiger, and came out of the crowd, shouting in a clear and sonorous voice: "Akmund!

"Huh?" Akmund's huge mountain-like face showed a playful expression, and he stretched out a huge finger and hooked it, "If there are any other little tricks, I'll do it!"

Beside him, Malfurion shouted on the spot, "Accept the righteous sanctions!

In the next moment, Akmund was suddenly surrounded.

In the midst of a green mist that appeared at some point, four towering figures almost as large as Akmund suddenly appeared.

Only after seeing it clearly did I find that these four huge figures like mountains are: the Ancient Tree, the Ancient War Tree, the Ancient Wisdom Tree, and the Wind Ancient Tree.

Treants - As a special race that coexists with the Night Elves, they have always had a special and lofty position in the world of the Night Elves.

Beforehand, Malfurion had said that he would definitely be able to weaken Akmund, and now Duke finally understood what a weakening method was.

That's the power of the Emerald Dream Realm!

Summon the ancient trees that have passed away in reality for many years and inhabit the Emerald Dream Realm forever, and use the power of the dream to suppress Akmund to the maximum!

Clearly, Malfurion and the Treants succeeded.

"Ahhh

In the middle of the horizon, Akmund, who felt almost infinite in size, was rapidly shrinking. It was a very strange scene, like an iceberg melting in a matter of seconds.

It took a while for Akmund's body to finally settle.

The four ancient tree phantoms seemed to be trying to suppress Akmund's power, but no matter how they waved their arms to urge the power from the Emerald Dream, Akmund's height was still solidified at fifteen meters tall.

Although the fifth floor is still very tall, at least it is still within the field of vision and can be seen in full view, which is completely different from the feeling that you can barely see the top when you look up at the 50th floor.

"Whew-whew-whew-" Akmund gasped for chaotic air, his face not the slightest trepidation, but an expression of eagerness.

As the vanguard of the Burning Legion and the self-proclaimed god of war in the universe, Akmund has never been afraid of the enemy's traps. All he had to do was see if his opponent was strong enough or could bring him more pleasure in killing and destroying.

He wasn't surprised that the ants of Azeroth could weaken him to this extent.

"Hehe, ants, do you think you'll be able to defeat me if you weaken me? Not enough—not enough! More surprises for me?" Ake's chin writhed nimbly with tentacle-like whiskers, and several beauty-loving heroines frowned.

Malfurion approached Duke: "Really, is that all right? just weakening his defenses and shrinking his size......"

In Malfurion's mind, it should have been to weaken Akmund's attack power, or to weaken ten percent of his strength in all directions. Instead of the current situation, 20% was used to cut Ark's size, and 80% was used to reduce defense.

"No! That's fine! If you don't cut your defenses, you really can't fight!" Duke would always remember how thick Akmund was when he came. The attack of the Sun-level mage tower could not break through the defense.

Counting Ake's terrifying vitality to the level of mourning, it was really not enough to let the elites of the three factions die a hundred times.

Only reduce the defense, not the offense, even if this is a crazy move like walking a tightrope, at least there is still a thought.

Not much to say, at this time, this fateful war of the world began!

"Kane!" Duke ordered.

The minotaur chieftain, the buriest of all the people, rose out of the crowd.

No one would have thought that there would be such a wonderful ridicule in this world.

Kane's rugged cow face had an extremely rich expression, which was full of disdain. He despises the bosses of the Burning Legion. In an exaggerated gesture, he pointed his thick fingers at Akmund, and then at a lump of nightblade leopard poop on the ground.

There is a shell on top of the poop, making the poop into a ball......

The old cow stepped on it with one hoof.

"Smack!" trampled the sad shell into a ball like poop and didn't know anything.

Duke couldn't understand the way the old cow mocked.

Does this mean that Akmund is a piece of?

Or is he just a demon who can only play with poop?

The shell Lang is the body of his Ake?

Well, what the hell is this?

Anyway, Ark was annoyed. He yelled, and gave him an interstellar universal gesture, well, put away the left and right fingers, and killed the old cow with only the middle finger left.