Thanks to me?

This time, Duke was confused. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Sure enough, Kel'thugad himself couldn't wait to uncover the mystery: "If it weren't for your betrayal and correction, I wouldn't have been suppressed by Antonidas, and I wouldn't have been tortured by the Holy Light, destroying most of my soul, leaving only pure resentment and hatred now." And...... I'm from the soul of a dragon—"

Duke: That's embarrassing!

Is this called a blessing in disguise, or is there no limit to death?

No wonder I feel that Mr. Ke seems to be stronger than in history, it turns out that Nao Zu is so heavy-mouthed, and he actually gave him a piece of the soul of a dragon. So, with less than 20% resentment and hatred, with a high-purity evil intent, Ke has assimilated the dragon soul that is already a little discrete?

Is it Sephiro's soul?

Or is it the soul of another frost dragon?

That's really ...... It's too unimaginable.

Duke made a small report back then, and he pitted Mr. Ke, and people never forgot it, and even did not hesitate to dilute and fuse his soul, in order to avenge this!

Ahem!

Forget it, I think you'd better die early and be reborn sooner.

Uh, of course, sanctimonious...... Oh, no, it's righteous and awe-inspiring, honest and reliable, and Du Mouke waved his big hand.

Hmph! The traverser doesn't speak.

Destroy your whole family, and destroy your whole family!

Fine, nothing wrong!

Suddenly, a huge flame erupted from Duke's feet. At first glance, Duke seemed to have been consumed by a ball of flames, but as long as he ignored the splattered free flame element, he could see that Duke was actually lifted up by a huge pillar of fire that looked like a substance.

Then the second, the third...... The whole community of high platforms forms a 'mountain' shape, with high flames in the middle and low on both sides. Every alliance powerhouse was gently pushed to the front of the high platform.

The platform grew higher and higher, and the tallest platform carrying Duke exceeded ten stories in an instant.

Kel'thugad, who had been sitting on the back of the Frost Dragon looking down on Duke, was instead overlooked by Duke from a higher position.

Duke sat empty, and a throne made entirely of flames automatically appeared behind him. At the top of the throne is the monstrous head of Ragnaros, above the throne are sharp flaming thorns like the head of a meteor hammer, and the throne's deputy is a pair of huge claws, on which Duke rests his hands.

The flames that should have burned the human body were turned into soft and comfortable sofas, on which Duke sat without being burned or uncomfortable.

After robbing the Firedemon Ragnaros of his divinity, today, at this time, Duke has finally shown the world an unparalleled talent for fire manipulation.

His chin was deliberately raised a full sixty degrees, and the sonorous and powerful voice spread throughout the audience.

"Kel'thugad, you have violated the principles of heaven, earth, and man. Challenging the boundaries of life and death with the greatest malice, crossing the insurmountable taboo line, as if a guy like you was the enemy of the world! I can save noble souls, and I can redeem even fallen souls! But only you, Kel'thugad, the only fate that awaits you is destruction—eternal destruction!"

From ancient times to the present day, the flame has been endowed with many meanings by various intelligent races.

It's light!

It's hot!

It's even a myth!

But whether it is the living or the dead, in their memory, the greatest role of the flame is always - destruction!

How many living beings have been destroyed, how many undead have been purified, perhaps the cause is simply a fire started by a tree that has been struck by lightning, or it is simply a torch.

The fire that Duke was controlling at this time couldn't help but remind Kel'thugad of the flamethrowers that were found in almost every small village in the big cities and towns of the Alliance.

Even two farmers with simple training can easily wipe out a squadron of zombies and skeletons.

Duke's high-minded expression at the moment reminded Kel'thugad of the horrific years when he was labeled taboo, despised, humiliated, and executed after Dalaran was exposed.

Suddenly, a long-held anger took over Kel'thugad's soul.

Make somebody's blood boil!

"Duke - Marcus - you will pay the price for your hubris! You will pay the worst price for what you have done! I have changed my mind! I will torture you thoroughly before I present your ridiculous soul to my lord, His Majesty the Lich King!"

Kel'thugad screamed, and the frost dragon Saphiron, who clearly felt his master's emotions, also opened his jaws that were so white that there was not a trace of blood.

"Roar—" It was a terrifying dragon roar from the soul.

The powerhouses of the alliance were in their hearts almost at the same time.

With a smug smile on the corner of Duke's mouth, he stood up from the Flame Throne, stretched out his right hand, hooked his index finger, and said with great contempt: "Come!"

Kel'thugad only felt that his frozen soul was suddenly completely ignited by the flames of anger, and he didn't need his orders at all, and the frost dragon under him had already rolled up a terrifying ice wind tornado in a roar, and pounced on Duke on the throne of flames.

No one noticed that behind the Flame Throne, Onexia took a deep breath.

It wasn't until the black dragon's huge head showed a cruel grin, came out of the blazing pillar of fire, and opened its mouth to squirt, that Kel'thugad realized that he had fallen for Duke's trick again.

Onexia's ultimate move to fame - [Deep Breath]!

The dragon's breath erupted with all its strength like a cone-shaped cloud of fire, with a sparkling crimson glow in the turbulence, which was both the divine brilliance of Onexia and the infusion of Duke's divine power.

The fiery and furious dragon breath erupted, easily plunging this originally white-based world into a sea of fire.

The sky was burning, the earth was burning, and the air was filled with the creaking of flames.

The fire and ice tornadoes blasted out by the two dragons collided in midair.

At that moment, the entire space seemed to shimmer with the unique glow of the elemental thread—the laws of space seemed to be completely rewritten in an instant.

Half of the space was densely covered with crimson flame patterns, as if these flame inscriptions could immediately turn this place into a second molten heart.

Half of the white space flashed with layers of overlapping silver networks, as if to pull all living beings into the eternal ice and snow of Northrend, dissipating all heat and stopping all life.

Two completely different images completely enveloped the entire Frost Dragon's Palace, spreading in all directions, centered on the intersection of the two dragons' powers, as if delayed for a moment, a shockwave swept across the entire space.

At that moment, it was as if the splendid palace had been hit by a terrible earthquake, and the gorgeous floor tiles under its feet could not withstand the damage caused by the elemental turbulence, and they were lifted up one after another, but before they could splash out and cause harm to others, they had already been reduced to powder in the aftermath of the devastating force.