As the saying goes, cats are cheap, and Wang Xing is cheap.

Duke couldn't figure out whether Godlin belonged to the family of cats or Wangs.

The wolf god is very fast, mortals attack the Molten Flame Father at the speed of a tortoise robbing a snail, and Godlin uses the speed of a cheetah to rob a snail-level lava giant.

One flew up to a height of five floors, with four claws and a mouth, and with the momentum of stealing bells with lightning speed, he almost pulled off the lava armor from the giant's entire arm.

It's just that as soon as he enters the field, he will automatically break through five layers of armor in an instant.

Godring's white shadow flashed left and right a few times, and a rock giant turned into an ordinary giant with pure flowing bright lava.

was depressed by Duke for a long time, and worked as a daddy in the rear for a long time, and Cenarius, who had never beaten anyone at all, was rarely majestic. He struck a personal pony pose, a pair of front hooves raised in the air, and a javelin made of vines automatically spawned on his right hand.

Cenarius exhaled, "Drink!"

With a loud shout, a green vine spear cut directly through the blazing airspace, like a man peeing and occasionally branched, split in two in mid-air, and directly shot into the chests of the two Molten Flame Fathers who had stripped the epidermal rock layer.

A touch of greenery rose in the heads of the two high-level lava giants, and they seemed to see a scene they had never seen before in their lives—it was a vast green prairie.

The four high-level elites lay down like this, leaving only the residue of molten fire.

At this level, demigods can't look down on their corpses. Shane Knox's two Molten Dogs are different, and they rush up to taste the delicious flame essence left over from the death of these people.

Without Duke making a move, the group continued to advance towards the depths of Sephalon's fortress.

In his previous life, Duke, as a player, would complain when he entered this fortress, who built such a gorgeous palace for Rag, and later learned that it was actually in the style of Titans. Servants of the Titans are built to prison standards.

This fortress is the prison.

It's just that even if it is made into a prison, it is too beautiful.

The doorways here are mostly standard circles, with flaming text on a circular border, giving a sense of Latin fluidity.

The brown-black floor, with its large red circles, highlights the identity of the prisoners in this prison.

The golden hemispherical brazier, which can be seen from time to time around it, has a golden band on the outside, which looks like a combination of Saturn and its rings. Quite sci-fi.

A fire elemental that looked as strong as the former Baron of Garton, the sixth elder of the Molten Heart, stopped in the middle of the only passage.

If Duke and his band of League Heroes had been running into this ten years ago, it would have been a headache.

At least twenty minutes of fierce fighting will not be able to escape.

But times are changing, and after many wars, heroes are also growing rapidly. Especially when the will of the planet Azeroth is gradually opening up the limit of what mortals can improve, this [Lava Dominator], which is equivalent to the fifteen years of the Dark Gate's boss-level powerful monster, is just a pot of vegetables at the moment.

Without the help of a demigod, the heroes of the alliance will beat it to death themselves.

Entering a huge temple, there is only one not-so-wide avenue leading to the central platform of the lava lake. As the coalition approached, two large dark cyan bugs, the Molten Flameburst and the Molten Spitter, suddenly emerged from the lava on both sides of the avenue.

As soon as it came out, it directly sprayed the face of the strong man of the coalition army.

Unfortunately, their attacks couldn't even break through Duke's ice shield.

The crow goddess Avina flapped her wings and gave them a few random [lightning arrows] and it was done.

Ragnaros' huge figure broke into the field of vision of every strong man in the coalition army.

He's huge, so huge that it's impossible to ignore.

The lower half of his body was soaked in magma, his sturdy inverted triangle size, and every inch of his 'skin and limbs' exposed to the air was made of golden flames.

The metal bracers, shoulder armor, and cuirass, which appeared to be made of black iron, were full of earthworm-like runes similar to the decorations of the gates of the fortress of Saffron. If there is no miscalculation, this should be the shackles left to it by the Titans back then.

The aura of a demigod is so powerful, let alone a bunch of demigods, and there are a few guys mixed in with so many powerful aura that are enough to wake up Ragnaros.

"What!?How dare a mortal set foot in my territory!?" Rag was a spirit, and he was rather sluggish, and he finally caught the waves of the souls that made him extremely disgusted and angry: "Exotus, Duke Marcus!?and Shane Knox, you traitors—"

Ragnaros was so furious, even though he was a little out of his tongue, his anger directly provoked a violent reaction from every drop of lava, every minute of fire elemental in this fortress.

With his earth-shattering roar, a clear vibration could be felt throughout the fortress, and even throughout the Land of Fire.

It was as if in the next second, a massive ancient volcano was about to erupt, spewing out a terrifying amount of magma that was enough to cover three thousand miles.

The two fire demon leaders were shocked, they had an almost natural fear of their former masters. It is a painful memory that was brutally abused countless years ago, and it is also an indelible accumulation of power over thousands of years.

They were a little intimidated on the spot.

How could Duke have coaxed them. If they coaxed it, wouldn't they slap Duke, the new master, in the face. Duke smiled, and his voice instantly spread throughout the audience as the divine power unfolded.

"Smack!" Duke snapped his fingers crisply.

The sound was not loud, but it was as if the most mysterious supreme switch had been pressed, and all of a sudden the flame elements and the stirring magma in the entire Saphilon fortress had subsided.

Ragnaros immediately realized that it was Duke who had defeated his doppelganger in the first place, snatching his share of divinity and the Flamelands' elemental control, and in turn controlling the scene with that share.

Rag scolded, "You despicable thief—"

Duke only thought it was funny, he tilted his head, and was amused: "Thief? Why do I remember that I killed your doppelganger's lair in the heart of the molten fire, made your doppelganger, and then openly robbed you of the power that belonged to you? If you can, call me a divine robber!"

The robbery was so justified and high-sounding that several of Duke's women laughed out loud on the spot.

Tyrande even smiled flamboyantly, not at all with the dignity of the high priest.

Duke's women were happy, and Ragnaros was naturally even angrier.

"Robbers or traitors, let me destroy them!"

"I'll watch you burn!"

"The flames purify everything!"