Chapter 1534: Solidar * Rage of the Stars

In fact, with the paste status of eggs, catching captives on the battlefield is going to smash enemies. This kind of thing is so low that it explodes. The eggs have been mixed for tens of thousands of years, and they have never really thought about doing such things.
But he was really anxious.
Although he only invested half of his strength and body this time, it was really hurt after he was completely destroyed, but it is not irreparable.
With Archimonde's precedent, Kil'jaeden said that everything would leave a soul enough to restore itself to its heyday, and there was the deepest part of the distorted void.
Having an arrangement in advance does not mean that he really wants to give in.
This is too big for him!
If the other two legion giants are still there, they will lose. The point is that at this time only the Big Three of the Legion is left!
Once he ran to reshape the soul and body, the Legion would inevitably fall into a vacuum of power.
At first, in order to avoid power sharing, he teamed with Archimonde to kill how many challengers or good seeds that have the potential to become giants.
But now he has a more terrible chain reaction because he is likely to fail.
At this moment Kil'jaeden's intestines were all regretful.
He used to be indifferent, but now he is in a sudden illness.
I heard that Duke is lascivious and there are many women, so grab one and try it. Even if it can't be completely successful, let Duke hesitate, maybe there will be a turnaround.
"Duke Marcus! Your woman is in my hands." Egg raised the struggling female figure in Yang's hands.
Who knows ...
Quiet!
silence!
Deadly silence!
After a brief period of silence, Maggie, who had no rhythm, first burst out laughing: "Ha ha ha ha!"
"Alas!" The Varian trio who followed me laughed.
In the end, even serious Tirion couldn't help laughing.
At this time, even if the egg was a genius with an IQ of 50, it was found to be wrong.
Because he suddenly found that the figure in his red giant claws constantly twisted and struggling, had the same face and clothing as the Draenei girl hiding behind Duke.
Duke raised his first finger: "First, Yrel is not my woman."
At this point, Duke said, the hoof was already blushing.
"Second, you are catching fakes."
As Duke's voice fell, the golden figure clutched by the egg turned into a streamer and dissipated in the air.
Duke also smiled and pointed over the sky.
Looking at the increasingly surging and huge amount of planetary energy beams in the sky, he began to accelerate continuously, and Kil'jaeden was finally desperate.
"Aureces! Saloras! You two cheap -"
Kil'jaeden's final roar reached the outside of Sunwell Heights, scaring the Ereda Geminis in a stealth state for a while.
After all, this is also their pot.
In his report to Kil'jaeden, Duke was portrayed as an interracial pusher. Duke's latest hobby has become a mother dragon, Naga and Draenei ...
The true lie is 90% true and 10% false. The key place to pit talents is the deadliest.
For the time being, according to this argument, the two demigods, Onyxia and Vasi, are either absent or easy to catch?
Duke, of course, also guarded against the Kil'jaeden jumping over the wall. In fact, when Egg summoned a bunch of Demon Lords, Duke had already evacuated the Alliance Powerhouse.
King-to-King, King-to-General, this is the default rule of war. No one can let go of the other's boss regardless of going to abuse the food.
Duke also took the opportunity to protect his woman in disguise, and the only thing left was Yrel.
Fortunately, at the close of it, Duke pulled his hoof into the crack in his space, and left a real illusion outside by the way ...
"boom--"
Aggregating the energy of less than half of Azeroth's planet, with the efforts of Elune and the five-colored guardian dragon, it turned into a slender gold thread and poured it on Kil'jaeden's head accurately.
Surprisingly, there were no earth-shattering big explosions, no terrifying horror power that destroyed everything around them, and some were just a weird and quiet meltdown.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..." Kil'jaeden was as big as a hill and fell on his back with his chest facing the sky and his hands flat, his head dangling backwards as a result of the presence of wings.
The loud noise turned out to sound like thunder and rain, but what is it?
"That's ... finished?" Far away from Sunwell Heights, many Alliance soldiers heard the long, long whistle of Kil'jaeden before he died.
A captain slaps his hands on the back of the recruit's egg and yells: "Fool! What a big explosion! Once the Sunwell is blown up, we and all the elves will die."
He was right, precisely because the consequences are likely to be serious, and the entire mainland of Lordaeron will be affected in a minute, so Elune and the five-colored guardian dragon were personally launched.
It is precisely because a powerful and authentic goddess is guiding this exaggerated power that mortals can't imagine, to achieve such a scalpel-like ultra-precision blow.
It can be said that this control is the biggest gap between the demigod and the true god.
Duke himself is good at dealing with changing conditions, but for this kind of control to the few decimal places, Duke is completely wrong.
This is something that can be experienced after countless years and months. It has almost the same metaphysical feel.
An extra point may explode.
If you lose a little, you may die.
This kind of work that requires a lot of experience, Duke really can't compare with Elune.
But it doesn't matter.
Kil'jaeden hung up, although it was just a note in the forehead, but even from the perspective of a mortal, his eyebrows moved straight through the end of the brain, this is also a fatal injury that has never been saved.
It can be seen that Kil'jaeden's extremely large body began to melt from the position of the forehead, like a burned candle, and turned into a pool of unknown energy polymer or something. Anyway, under the purification of Elune's light of the moon god, after all disappeared completely in this world.
What remained were the epic pieces of equipment wrapped in golden light.
Of course, there are only exceptions.
"Wait!" Among the purple-blue glow of Queen Epic's epic gear, that orange glow completely caught the eye.
Fly-wing-like hand guards, sturdy bows, and a blue background—that epic weapon that only Kil'jaeden would drop in the original history [Solidar Wrath of the Stars], and that ’s it Presented in front of Queen Greek without any exposure.
Sylvanas seemed to be in a certain kind of confusion, as if she was touching Duke, stroking the bow body and the bow strings affectionately. When she tried to open the bow string of a long bow, a star shaped light The arrow appeared suddenly between the bowstring and the bow body.
"It's yours. No doubt about it!" Duke smiled and said to Queen Greek.
"but……"
"Trust me, no one in the entire league can use this epic bow better than you."