Duke found Enzos annoying.

Disgusting, insidious, despicable, put a cold gun in the back!

The Burning Legion is playing to destroy the world, it's about your Enzos!

Wake up, the Qing Dynasty is dead, oh no, it's your dark empire that has been dead for 25,000 years.

What is left behind is that you can't see the reality clearly.

When Sargeras was able to destroy you ancient gods once, even if he didn't represent the Pantheon now, would he still share this planet with you Enzos?

I don't know what Enzos is doing here.

However, it is clear that the corrosion of the Emerald Dream is definitely an important part of a grand conspiracy that Enzos has been planning for a long time.

Without the system scan, Duke would never have known that there was a huge amount of corrupting energy hidden in this remnant of Savis. This part, I'm afraid that it is enough to pollute the Jade Dream Ten times.

In case Duke is really stupid enough to go up and fight Sarvis, then after beating Savis in a minute, there will be a - self-explosion!

After Savis became huge, the belly of the pot-bellied poop was full of highly concentrated pus. It's all spiritual pollution.

Once it happens, it's 10,000 times worse than 'instilling an island action movie into a little girl who believes in Santa Claus'. If Duke really touched it himself, he would be brainwashed like his good comrade back then, Nesario, the guardian of the earth.

Duke didn't bite the hook, and Enzos's fishing tactics naturally didn't succeed.

When Du broke the boss of Savis's afterimage at the lowest cost, he broke another situation: over there, Ysera was almost on her knees.

Ysera tried to swing her claws, but she couldn't stop Cenarius' attack.

"No, damn it, you ......"

Tentacle play or something, it's really exciting.

If it weren't for Ysera or the dragon form, it would have been a scene that even the most violent bard would not dare to describe.

Just as Duke had calculated. Ysera was at an absolute disadvantage. Unable to use the magic of the dream system due to the damage to her soul, Ysera can only fight like an Ancestral Dragon, using the most primitive means of attack.

Unfortunately, after shrinking in size for a circle, all of her claw strikes, dragon tail sweeps, dragon wing slaps, and even dragon bites have become much less powerful.

The only bright spot is that Ysera's natural attribute dragon breath has purified many of Cenarius' summons.

There are several purified dryads, a fawn underneath, a forest sister who knows some natural magic, and ...... Malfurion!

Duke really didn't expect Malfurion to run here. I didn't have time to ask why Malfurion was here. Anyway, the system shows that Malfurion's state is half-blood, and he still has quite a lot of magic power.

A great druid who also has a huge amount of magical power, as long as he still has a breath and gives him a cover, he will give himself chicken blood, and it won't be long before he will be resurrected with full blood.

Duke raised his hand, and a massive ice shield blocked a cluster of thorns that Cenarius threw at Malfurion.

Malfurion's face was stunned, and then he saw Duke and nodded to him.

Duke ignored the green-crowned druid and instead launched an onslaught at Cenarius.

"Whoa, Madness, Only Nightmares Are Eternal!," Cenarius raised his hands and shouted a barrage of gibberish peculiar to psychopaths.

Duke didn't feel anything, he of the modern industrial party was destined to have no urine with the naturalists.

With a thought, dozens of flaming knives appeared out of thin air, slashing at the tentacles and thorns that fell Cenarius.

In the next second, Duke was shocked!

The flames were effective against the decaying tentacle vines, burning away the tentacles that were entwining Ysera in the blink of an eye. But in less than a hundredth of a second, more corrupt vines sprouted from the void and continued to wrap around Ysera's dragon body, getting tighter and tighter.

Ysera's neck was strangled to breath.

"Become human!" shouted Duke.

"No—" Ysera refused, as turning into a human would mean giving up the fight for good. For her, Cenarius has a special meaning.

"He's not Cenarius!" Duke added suddenly.

"He's ......" Ysera was stunned, forgetting even to struggle.

"Yo, Enzos, is it finally possible, even if it's just a small part!?" Duke sneered at Cenarius, who seemed to be berserk and constantly used dark plant magic.

Time seems to have frozen, and Ysera is the former master of this world after all. She began to scrutinize the fallen 'adopted son' in front of her with the most powerful perception she could do.

In the next moment, she didn't even say hello to Duke, and her still large size suddenly shrank.

Duke didn't waste Isera's decision, and a hand of a mage larger than a man appeared out of thin air, tearing Isera back into the form of a Night Elf.

Almost as soon as she was pulled into Duke's arms, Ysera went limped again. Sure enough, forcibly fighting in a state of soul damage was too much of a burden for her.

Cenarius on the other side had a stunned look on his face, and then he laughed evilly.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's funny!Duke Marcus, I'm really getting more and more interested in you. His voice became incomparably deeper, deeper, like thunder, like a drum, and there was a kind of indifference beyond the mortal world.

That is the pride of not taking any life in the world into account.

"Ho, Enzos, the first time I said hello, I thought you'd shrink into a dark corner forever and wouldn't come out. Duke hugged Ysera, who was gasping for breath from the loss, and stared at Cenarius, who had Enzos' will attached.

'Cenarius' shook the huge index finger of his right hand: "No, no, no, according to you humans, I am a chess player. If a chess player is reduced to a pawn, it will be too bad. ”

Wow!

Your old man has a good point, should I ask you for a signature?

"Huh!" Duke turns on taunt mode, "Do you think Sargeras will treat you like a chess player?"

The Enzos thief was speechless.

As an ancient god, it thinks highly of itself and no one looks down on it. Except for the occasional embarrassment and hooking up with his old friends who are also ancient gods, Enzos really didn't have anyone to worry about.

During the Dark Empire, the ancient gods were also submissive to each other, attacking each other.

As for Sargeras, it would be false to say that he did not hate him.

The advent of the Pantheon ruined the dream of the ancient gods of domination. Even if Sargeras falls, Sa will always be able to afford Enzos, the defeated subordinate of the year?

The one who knows a being best must be his enemy.