Stormwind God

"I Duke Marcus, announced as the league's highest commander ..."

"I Thrall announced in the name of the chief of the tribe ..."

Two voices, in different languages, are simultaneously synchronized on each magic channel and broadcast on each magic amplifier.

"The cruel ancient evil **** Cthulne was defeated by the combined forces of the Dragon, Alliance and Horde!"

The moment the two broadcasts ceased, there was an extremely short silence in the audience, as if a **** had come, zipping everyone's mouths to prevent them from happening.

After a short freeze, the gears of time began to rotate again.

In an instant, loud cheers erupted simultaneously in every corner of Silithus.

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! Died?"

"Let you wonder !?"

"What ancient god? Hell go! I am!"

"Zouzi, did you see it in the spirit of heaven? Your father, I will help you get revenge!"

Who is laughing and celebrating?

Who is crying sadly?

The news of Cthun's annihilation spread like a wing in the shortest time and reached the entire Silithus, and then sent a message through magic to Theramore, Orgrimmar, thousands of miles away. Reach the Eastern Kingdoms across the endless sea.

Hundreds of thousands of allied soldiers yelled wildly, tears and smiles mingling together, and they were not unexpected at all.

The tauren carried a dwarf around their neck, as if accustomed to it.

The orcs and the humans stood side by side, the trolls and the dwarves stared at each other and danced, and everything that was unthinkable before the war happened at this moment.

The atmosphere reached its zenith when Duke announced that the battle could be celebrated and hundreds of tons of fine wine would be delivered immediately.

Foreseeing the fall of Cthun long ago, Duke secretly prepared the celebration ceremony on the premise of meeting the military requirements.

When hundreds of portals opened at the assembly of various soldiers in Silithus, when the pub attendant pushed a barrel of wine through the portal, opened the barrel, and let the overflowing wine spread to the four sides, No other warrior can control himself.

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! Line up! Alliance tribe has a share!"

Maintaining order with the Paladin, opening the way with millions of gold coins, seeing this scene in the magic mirror, Thrall was immediately shaken by Duke's pride.

The ultra-high-temperature fiery lava erupted dozens of steps away, but under the package of Duke's large ice base constructed by frost elements, no heat was transmitted, but there was a faint chill, giving people an unreal feel.

Thrall turned his head: "Duke, have you foreseen the fall of Cthun?"

Duke pouted his lips: "No! But I think, at least if we fail to die, we can also borrow alcohol to ease our sorrow."

"Huh! I don't believe a word what you are saying now."

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

"..."

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

When Salton realized that he was not doing enough! Thrall poked his head and wanted to say something when he was caught by Woking. As the chief warrior, once the battle was over, there were a lot of broken things to come to the door.

At this time Jaina came over, pulled Raduk's sleeves, and made a nearly nightmare-like voice: "Now, Duke, is Thousand dead?"

Duke looked up, then twisted his slightly sour neck: "Since human beings have been civilized, they have always wanted to kill all rats and cockroaches. What happened?"

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

Duke shook his head and smiled: "You want to miss a lot. From the perspective of life extension, there is no existence that can completely kill a divine creature that can infinitely multiply itself."

"that……"

"From the perspective of the gods, although Cthun is not completely finished, but it has completely lost its ground and foundation. It is no different from finished in various senses. It has already been eliminated in this multi-party game around the planet Azeroth Let's not say what resurrection will come again, whether the other ancient gods let it go is unknown. "

Are the Enzos and Yogg Saron guys good men?

The mortal-looking defeated C'thun is of little value other than contributing equipment. In the eyes of the rest of the ancient gods, the remaining chaos and deities of Cthulne are the biggest treasures.

It's a pity that the stuff is also a poisonous thing for Duke, and it can only be cheaper.

Divinity, as the greatest reflection of a divine character, has the deepest will of the god, and is definitely the most troublesome. Although Duke can purify those deities, it is extremely uneconomical.

This is like extracting beneficial substances in a hover. Theoretically, there are drops. But who is willing to refine and how much effort and energy is wasted is a big problem in itself.

As for the **** fragment, this thing is an upper limit for God's capacity. It's also a good thing in theory, but Duke is still thankful. Because Cthun's direction is not the same as Duke's, is the corrosion department in the natural department?

What the **** is that?

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

Suddenly, in the underground space that was blown up by the zenith, every existence felt an inexplicable throbbing.

Whether it's a mortal hero or a guardian dragon who should be high above them, they lifted their heads one by one.

Suddenly, they felt temporarily disconnected from the forces with which they were familiar.

Reflected in the horizon is a still world, the wind is still, and each piece of dust raised by the wind maintains a spinning posture, with no elemental agitation and no time passing. Looking at the light sun The light pours down from the hole in the dome and is warm.

The feeling of being lost after losing strength did not cause them panic. The biggest reason was that they were filled with a sense of quietness and a touch of warmth.

That's how my mother feels.

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

To be precise, that is not a single will.

It is more like a collection of countless wills.

There are living beings, those who have been classified as dead by mortals, and many ideas of free souls. All wills come together to form a relatively unified idea.

At this moment, the idea speaks a common phrase: "Thank you, Duke Marcus!"

Immediately, the will disappeared.

"Hoo!" Duke exhaled a long breath. "That's what I want ..."