Chapter 700 Mystery [Unlimited Staff]

Well, two people duel.

One on one.

Sounds fair, right?

In fact, this is just nonsense!

Although Warlocks have talents in three departments: [Demon], [Destruction], and [Pain], but not allowing Warlocks to bring demon pets is like asking you to cut off a pair of palms while playing karate and run away to play "Kate".

At least half of Ner'zhul's strength has been lost!

Throughout the ages, warlocks have relied on hellhounds to defeat mages to disgust them to death. Cerberus not only provides the Warlock with a magic resistance bonus for all systems, but can also interrupt the Mage's spellcasting from time to time.

Well, the newly recruited Cerberus was directly wiped out by Alexstrasza.

Then, find a void demon and try to get the void demon to directly add a magic shield to yourself. The demon will be wiped out by the queen the moment it comes out.

Ner'zhul also cried when the tension was stretched like this.

Damn, this is called a fair duel?

This is called one-on-one! ?

Ner'zhul was so angry that his nose twisted.

Ner'zhul also saw how bad Duke was, and what made him even more bitter was that the plan to crush Karazhan was completely ruined. After meeting Nefarian, how could he not know that the 'thin' elf woman in front of him was probably the Aspect Dragon Alexstrasza?

Even if she didn't take action against him, he still couldn't please her.

This later Lich King has never been a courageous person. Grom Hellscream said, "Don't be afraid, just do it." Well, Ner'zhul...

More than coward?

More than just shrinking eggs?

Even Yang shrinks to look at you!

Other villains or something like that could at least say a harsh word, and then make a gorgeous 'strategic retreat'.

Well, Ner'zhul actually didn't say a word. With a raise of his chin, a few hard-working warlock boys immediately rushed forward and vowed to fight to the death. He turned around and left without looking back, as if he had torn down the front door of your house and left without even a word of apology.

"Hey! Come as you say, leave as soon as you say! They are robbing the bride to tear down the house, but at least they leave a red envelope! Why don't you leave your life and the artifact behind?" Duke sneered and used a large ice shield. He resisted the destruction spell attacks of those warlocks, raised his hands, and made a gesture of closing the door.

A pair of invisible giant hands seemed to appear in the void, closing the opening of the portal created by Ner'zhul.

"Squeak--" A tooth-wrenching sound irritated everyone's eardrums.

Ner'zhul's beard stood up in anger, and he turned around abruptly. The white skull paint on his face began to fall off as his facial muscles trembled angrily. He spoke a vague Common Tongue: "Duke Marcus! The dragon is strong, yes, but she is not a qualified bodyguard. Don’t think that I can’t kill you under her protection!”

Duke hooked his fingers and smiled mischievously: "Come on! Who is afraid of who?"

His gesture was also a signal. Almost as soon as he hooked his finger, the guys behind him, including the Windrunner sisters, took action. Since Ner'zhul doesn't care about the 'rules of the arena' in single combat, when it comes to group fights, it's unclear who is afraid of whom.

Alleria's violent wind and thunder arrows easily hit a high-level warlock who lost his shield. Without the shield obtained by the Void Demon's sacrifice, the only thing that can resist the attack is their own equipment and mortal body. They are not Ner'zhul. They are equipped with epic equipment that seems weird but extremely luxurious.

A warlock who relies too much on shields is almost like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered after losing the shield that can protect against physical attacks.

The wind and thunder arrow directly blasted a warlock's head, and even the broken cervical vertebra was scorched black. On the other side, Verlessa's Wind Arrow is not as domineering as her eldest sister's Wind and Thunder Arrow, but it is equally efficient when it comes to killing people.

The heroic mage Khadgar next to him had just rushed out and stabbed a warlock to death with the heroic sword from behind like a thief. Suddenly, he discovered that the rest of Ner'zhul's men had been killed by the Windrunner sisters.

As a result, the heroic warriors who rushed out from behind either ran to help the chaste saint and the curator, or simply turned into a crowd and retreated to the distance to cheer.

If Ner'zhul's face wasn't thickly coated with white powder, his face would certainly be dark.

Ner'zhul is very afraid of death, but when he finds that he has no retreat, he will be the kind of person who bursts out with unlimited potential.

Perhaps, this is people's desire to survive.

A huge fire cloud the size of a small villa was rolling above his head, as if a storm was brewing. However, this flame storm did not look like a simple gathering of elements, nor did it look like a dead thing.

The flame element of destruction is swirling regularly, like the heart beating powerfully in the human chest. The fire cloud absorbs the energy from the elemental realm of the void, and every pulse is like the deep breath of a giant dragon, mixed with wind, thunder and flames.

The staff in Ner'zhul's right hand guided the fire cloud, and in the [Skull of Gul'dan] held tightly in his left hand, more surging magic power continued to pour into the fire cloud, making this fire cloud contain the dragon's guardian dragon even if it was not a dragon's breath. The breath is ordinary and has unparalleled power.

"Oh!?" Alexstrasza seemed to be aware of her rudeness, and finally wiped the soup from her mouth with a handkerchief, and immediately set her sights on Ner'zhul again.

A Xiri-level mystic already has the ability to hurt the Aspect Dragon, and with the help of the artifact, this is enough to pose a threat to the Aspect Dragon.

The Queen couldn't help but half-squinted her eyes: Duke, it doesn't matter if you want to look cool, don't let it go!

Because the entrance to Karazhan has been changed, the battle is now on the huge terrace where the Nightmare was located near the Broken Stairs.

At this moment, the sky above the terrace seemed to be divided into two distinct sides.

On one side, there was a red sky lit by depressing flames of destruction. The high-temperature tongues of flames rising when the fire clouds rolled and rolled seemed to be able to burn through the sky of Karazhan, and even the illusory space behind them had to be ignited immediately.

The other side is illusory and blurry, half of the sky is flashing with purple-blue arcane light, and the delicate hands of the mage are turning from phantom to reality, but this process is neither fast nor slow, but people can easily see it. Not only the palms came out, but those palms also held a handful of staffs that everyone had seen or had never seen before.

"Duke has so many staffs!?" Veresa was a little confused.

"I don't know, but I recognize [Generalissimo's Combat Staff] and [Jordan's Staff]!" Alleria was also confused.

Duke is holding the staff today, which has four sharp corners, is completely black, and has a blue-white brilliance [Tita Hark *Stairs of Time]. And what was floating around him were all his staffs that were buried in the corner of his memory.

Duke scolded, and then said: "Ner'zhul - this move is a gift specially given to you. The name of the move matches your actions very well, that is - [Unlimited Staff]!"