"I, Duke Marcus, declare ...... in my capacity as Supreme Commander of the League"

"I, Saar, declare in the name of the Great Chief of the Tribe......"

Two voices, in different languages, are simultaneously broadcasting on each magic channel, on every magic megaphone.

"The cruel ancient evil god Cthun has been defeated by the combined forces of the dragons, the alliance and the tribe!"

The moment the two broadcasts stopped, there was a very brief silence in the audience, as if a god had come and zipped everyone's mouths and forbade them to happen.

After a short stutter, the gears of time began to turn again.

In an instant, a loud cheer erupted in every corner of Silisus.

In the desert without any emotion, it seems that every grain of sand is instantly heated by people's enthusiasm, and even the air is boiling!

"Hahahaha!"

"Dead, dead?"

"Makes you scream!?"

"To hell with the ancient gods, oh me!"

"Cub, did you see it in the spirit of heaven?

Who's laughing and celebrating?

Who is crying?

The news of Cthun's annihilation spread to the entire Silitus in the shortest possible time, as if it had grown wings, and then spread through magic to Theramore, Orgrimmar, thousands of miles away, and across the endless sea to the Eastern Kingdom.

Hundreds of thousands of coalition soldiers screamed unbridledly, tears and smiles mixed together, and the partiality did not seem abrupt at all.

The minotaur carried the dwarf around his neck as if he were used to it.

Orcs and humans hook up, trolls dance to dwarves, and all the unthinkable before the war is happening at this moment.

The atmosphere was at its peak when Duke announced that the battle was over and that hundreds of tons of wine would soon be shipped.

Having foreseen the fall of Cthun, Duke secretly prepared a celebration ceremony on the premise of satisfying military supplies.

When hundreds of portals opened at the various militia quarters of Silisus, and when the tavern attendants pushed barrels of wine through the portals, opening the barrels and letting the overflowing aroma of wine spread everywhere, no warrior could control himself.

"Don't crowd! Don't crowd! Line up! The allies have a share!"

Maintaining order with a paladin and opening the way with millions of gold coins, Thrall, who saw this scene in the magic mirror, was suddenly shocked by Duke's arrogance and suffered internal injuries.

The ultra-hot blazing lava erupted more than a dozen paces away, but under the wrapping of Duke's large icy base made of frost elements, no heat was transmitted at all, but there was a faint chill, giving people a sense of unreality.

Thrall turned his head, "Duke, did you foresee the fall of Cthun?"

Duke pouted, "No! But, I think, at least if we fail and die, we can also use alcohol to kill our sorrows." ”

"Hmph, I don't believe a word of what you're saying now. ”

Duke shrugged: "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it myself anyway." ”

“......”

I've seen a scoundrel, I've never seen such a scoundrel.

Salton realized that he was not good enough! Sal scratched his head and was about to say something, but was stopped by Woking. As the Great Chief, as soon as the battle is over, a bunch of will come to you.

At this time, Gianna walked over, pulled Raduk's sleeve, and made an almost dreamlike voice: "Now, Duke, is Cthun dead?"

Duke raised his head, then twisted his slightly sour neck: "Since the beginning of human civilization, we have always wanted to kill all the rats and cockroaches, and the result?"

Gianna's face suddenly became a little bad: "This result is terrible." ”

Duke shook his head and smiled, "You're missing a lot of things." From the perspective of life continuity, no being can completely destroy a divine creature that can multiply itself indefinitely. ”

"That ......"

"From the perspective of the gods, although Cthun is not completely finished, it has completely lost its territory and foundation, and it is no different from being finished in every sense. It is out of this multi-sided game around the planet Azeroth. Not to mention the resurrection, it is unknown whether the other ancient gods will let it go. ”

Are the guys of Enzos and Yugsaron good men and women?

The seemingly defeated Cthun of mortals is of little value other than contributing equipment. In the eyes of the rest of the Elder Gods, the remaining fragments of Chaos divinity and Godhead at Cthun are the greatest treasure trove.

It's a pity that that thing is also a fierce poison for Duke, and it can only be cheaper for those guys.

Divinity is the greatest reflection of a god's qualities, with the deepest imprint of the will of that god, and is definitely the most troublesome. While Duke can purify those divinities, it is extremely unworthy.

This is like refining beneficial substances in a lump of Xiang, theoretically there are drops, but who is willing to refine, how much work and how much energy is wasted, this is a big problem in itself.

As for the Godhead Shard, this thing is the upper limit of a god's power. It's a good thing in theory, but Duke still doesn't appreciate it. Because Cthun's direction is not in the same direction as Duke, the corrosion of the natural system?

What the hell is that?

Duke doesn't need those things, what Duke really wants is ......

Suddenly, in the underground space that had been blown through the zenith, every existence felt an inexplicable throbbing.

Whether it was the heroes of mortals or the guardian dragons who were supposed to be high above, they raised their heads one by one.

Suddenly, they felt that they had temporarily lost touch with the forces they were familiar with.

What greeted the horizon was a still world, the wind was still, and every grain of dust blown up by the wind remained in a whirling posture, neither the agitation of the elements, nor the passage of time, watching the faint light of the sun pouring down from the hole in the dome, a piece of warmth.

The feeling of sudden loss after losing strength did not bring them panic, the biggest reason was that a quiet and faint warm feeling filled their hearts.

That's — the feeling of motherhood.

The next moment, time seemed to flow again, and everything in the world seemed to be excited because of the arrival of a will.

To be precise, it was not a single will.

It's more like a collection of countless wills.

There are living beings, there are mortals who are characterized as dead things, and there are also many thoughts of wandering souls, and all the wills come together to form a relatively unified idea.

At this moment, the idea utters a universal phrase: "Thank you, Duke Marcus!"

Immediately, this will dissipated without a trace.

"Whew!" Duke let out a long cloudy breath, "This is what I want......"