Chapter 816 The Last Whisper of Life

"Ah——" Anthony Das suddenly let out an earth-shattering scream. The whole world seemed to be like a living person getting goosebumps. Countless bulges suddenly appeared that were enough to make people tremble, and it felt like something would explode and erupt out of it.

"Ahhh..." Antonidas in his original form screamed as he appeared in this world. Although he had hidden his body long ago, his soul must be wherever the most dark power is dealt with. core.

After knowing this, under the scanning of the system elf, the poor Archlich was unable to hide!

There is no longer the appearance of the old mage with white hair and fluttering beard, nor the aura of the supreme being who commanded thousands of troops. Antonidas, who has lost all external disguises, looks like a man holding an arm. There is no difference between a ghoul whose own head is curled up into a ball.

Duke's [Scale of Life] not only destroyed the main line of the world in this domain, but also destroyed the order of this world.

The exaggerated and concentrated power of darkness was rushing through his soul, as if it could explode and burst his soul at any time.

At the end, he stood up straight, his body shaking as if there were whips beating him every moment.

If Duke guessed correctly, it was a punishment from the soul.

Although Antonidas's voice was trembling, there was a sense of tranquility.

"Duke... I have made many mistakes in my life. But my greatest honor is that I once created a prosperous Dalaran. For the sake of the fact that we fought side by side, please promise me - let Dalaran Then revive. Finally, please give me a break, I don't want to go back to Ner'zhul's seat."

Duke was a little surprised. Not every soul was named Uther or Bolvar and could withstand the terrifying pressure of the Lich King. Although he never thought that Antonidas had such will and courage, which can be seen from the old mage's fall, he really never thought that the old mage could briefly break free of the Lich King at the last moment of his collapse. Soul bound.

This made Duke inexplicably have more respect for the veteran Sun Archmage who had ruled Dalaran for nearly 50 years.

"Okay! I promise you, I will revive Dalaran. Just like I did to the Kingdom of Stormwind."

An expression of relief appeared on Antonidas' dry face that was unique to the lich.

In Duke's green world that had been replaced by massive numbers of 0s and 1s, he could clearly see that Antonidas was gathering all his soul fragments into this body.

In the field of vision, Antonidas's face quickly changed back to the appearance he once had as a living person - that wise elder with white hair and white beard, who was in a state of ecstasy...

At this time, Ner'zhul's sharp and furious cry suddenly came from the void: "No! Antonidas! Your soul belongs to me, and you have no right to deal with your own soul-"

Antonidas was anxious: "Duke! Do it quickly! Even if I only have 10% of my soul left, Ner'zhul can forcibly resurrect me again and force me to serve him!"

Duke's heart skipped a beat, and he no longer hesitated. A golden shadow suddenly rushed out of Duke's body.

It was an illusion that was exactly the same as Duke's body. The biggest difference from Duke's body was that it exuded an extremely sacred aura.

There is a coin between the index and middle fingers of its straight right hand.

In the next moment, the coin turned into a standard cross sword, the favorite of knights. The golden cross sword pierced Antonidas's eyebrows like lightning...

"This sword!?" Antonidas was suddenly moved, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face, and a voice drifted into Duke's soul: "Thank you... Duke... under my mage tower in Dalaran 300 meters away, there is my last treasure, and the password is the real name of my two magic circuits."

Duke trembled: "Uh..."

I never thought that after killing Antonidas, there would be such 'extra dropped equipment'?

Duke saw that a large number of 0s and 1s around him were accelerating to separate, and Antonidas' elemental power was disintegrating. In just a few seconds, the snowy world supported by dark power quickly faded, and the periphery gradually returned to the island of Quel'Danas. seaside view above.

"Is it Duke!?" Sylvanas was the first to clearly see the figure inside, and her heart was beating wildly.

Immediately, there were screams from the crowd. They did not expect that the duel between the two would be so terrifying. The huge dark power turned into a huge cocoon with a diameter of one kilometer, tightly wrapping the two people.

Let no outsider get involved.

I thought this would be a close and even protracted battle.

Who would have imagined that the winner would be decided in less than three minutes?

Duke thrust his sword forward, and the illusory edge of the golden cross sword was like a burning golden flame, directly igniting the old lich's whole body.

The long sword like a holy sword pierced the head of the great lich and melted his soul at high speed. This scene, in the eyes of 200,000 soldiers, was like an apostle of God punishing evil with supreme divine power. The fallen!

All other expressions disappeared from everyone's face, leaving only an incredulous look.

“Saint*Duke…”

"Oh my God! It is indeed St. Duke!"

People murmured unconsciously, reciting Duke's nickname when he revived the Kingdom of Stormwind and saved all people with his supreme wisdom and internal power.

right!

St. Duke!

The legendary name transmitted by every bard shines brightly again at this moment.

Not only humans and a few dwarves were shouting, Lor'themar Theron even found that many elves were also shouting Duke's holy name.

Over there, after Duke's golden illusion stabbed the sword, a strong shudder passed through Antonidas' dry body. When Duke's illusion pulled out the golden sword of holy light, the illusion disappeared.

With his hands behind his back, Duke stepped on the sand of the beach and walked to the former Kirin Tor Speaker - the once famous mage leader could no longer maintain the appearance of the illusory old mage and returned to the form of a lich.

Duke looked at Antonidas' lifeless, cloudy eyes - he couldn't even feel the joy of victory in his heart at the moment, and just asked lightly: "Is this okay?"

The archlich's throat made a gurgling sound, and in the end it seemed that because his vocal cords had been decayed for too long, he still couldn't pronounce any syllables.

At a time when the soul is beginning to collapse, further emotional expression seems to be a luxury.

Duke looked at him with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

In my impression, none of the fallen guys seem to have a good ending...

Duke took one last look at the pitiful old mage and turned to leave. But the former supreme ruler of Dalaran seemed to be having a flashback, his whole body was shaking violently, and then there was an almost whispering sound in the wind.

That was the sound that Antonidas had recalled thousands of times and squeezed out after trying to control his throat countless times.

"Thanks……"

It was a human being, not an immortal, giving thanks at the end of life.

Duke stopped and replied softly: "You're welcome..."

The temperature has dropped sharply, Yunfei has knelt down, please don't miss him.

ps, this chapter was very difficult to write, and I was in bad shape due to a cold. I wrote it several times before I managed to finish it. well.