A fair duel is a joke.

This is more like the hope of the weak that through moral kidnapping, the strong will be asked to deliberately pull their combat power to the same level as the weak. In fact, even if the real strong person lowers the energy level of strength, he can still achieve victory through rich experience and unbridled combat methods.

Different races, different origins, different experiences, and different ways of growing up...... Too many differences make for a lot of different individuals.

Can there be fairness in such differences?

In other words, I Du Mouke crossed with dignity, relying on my own memory, wisdom and strength to fight to this day, why should I lose my advantage and be 'upright' with you?

Joke!

Duke's contempt doesn't even need words to reach the brain-dead roar.

"You ruined my tribe, why can you bastard steal the power of the Elemental Lord, but I can't use the power of the Old Gods!?" Braindead roared as he gave Duke a glowing cannon.

The terrifying spiritual power wandering on the battlefield is too majestic, and you don't even need to deliberately collect it, you can make a heavenly amount.

The huge and stout black energy light cannon is extremely terrifying almost from the moment it is launched, and that diameter, it is no problem to just stuff a destroyer into it.

Duke didn't make a move, and a glittering glittering phantom of kindness appeared beside Duke.

Former Archbishop of the Holy Light Alonthos Fao!

Neither fast nor slow, he appropriately held up a golden staff in the shape of a cross with a ring at the end.

【Prayer】!

The Priest's Classic Staff!

As a Heroic Spirit trapped in a magic net, Alonsos can change his form or the appearance of his equipment at will. This is the simplest form of Transmogrification. But his favorite thing was the staff, which had a special meaning for the priest.

The era in which this staff was born had a special meaning for him, it was the first era when the paladin profession he created was the most prominent.

The divine light that shone on the [Blessing] formed a huge hemispherical shield of light, which stood firmly in front of Duke, allowing all the dark power that poured out to be refracted and reflected and dissipated in the air.

Unbeknownst to Brainless Roar, this scene was broadcast live from the various joining races of the entire alliance and even the previous tribes.

Perhaps for him, strength is strength, and there is no distinction between attributes and nobility, only strength and weakness.

Having always believed only in the traditional notion that history is written by the victors, Garrosh's way of thinking is more simplistic and violent.

If he has the upper hand, then there is nothing wrong with him doing so.

It's a pity he's not.

Without any scruples, now he is covered in black gas, and any move seems to be roaring in the yin wind, and the ghost screams again and again, no matter how you look at it, he is the ultimate representative of the villain!

Originally, in history, for the sake of justice and rules, the alliance hilariously organized a large-scale trial with the panda people.

Brain-dead Roar killed so many people, committed [war crimes], and played the ancient god Yashaji, who committed such a big crime, but had to look at the face of the tribe and was only sentenced to life imprisonment. In the end, I ran away for him.

Such a brain-dead idiot's behavior, please forgive someone Du for not being able to accept it.

A live showdown is actually a public trial.

Anyway, there is no tribe in the way, as long as the brainless roar fully shows what he has done, then the 'axiom' is here.

There will be no mercy, and the outcome of this trial will be determined early in the morning.

Duke was just going through the motions.

"The tribe has existed for more than 30 years, and it is time for a gorgeous curtain call. Duke said lightly in his heart.

Here, the brain-dead roar couldn't get Duke with a glowing cannon, and his loyal men screamed and pounced on him.

General Nazgorin, Markorok, siege master Hesso...... These clan bosses, who escaped the destruction of fate with the underground fortress, continue to show their loyalty.

"For the Horde!" General Nazgorin roared and rushed over.

"For the Alliance!" was not his old rival, Admiral Taylor. Sorry, Taylor wasn't qualified enough for this kind of occasion. Standing in his way was Tirio Fordin.

Tirio, who is often teased by Duke as Galeries Lafayette, is not too old, and in his early fifties, despite his gray hair, he is still quite capable of fighting.

Nazgorin wasn't particularly fortified, he was still a pure orc warrior.

His strength comes from his experience.

Rarely, Tirio didn't use his surging light to blast Nazgorin into the Ashesbringer. Lafayette is more like a warrior at the moment, fighting Nazgorin with the purest martial arts.

Originally, in terms of seniority, it was not Nazgorin's turn to challenge Tirio. After all, this is now the Alliance's Chief Paladin, and he and his [Ember Bringer] have become one of the Alliance's benchmarks.

Just as Duke came down and roared with his brain, this battle that was about to destroy the Horde attached a special meaning to the battle.

It was the privilege of the older generation of Alliance people who had directly withstood the invasion of the Orc Tide.

They rose from the Second Battle of the Dark Gates to become the heart of the Alliance, and when the Horde ends, of course, they have to finish it themselves.

So it was Gavin Rad who stood in the way of Malcroc. His wind sword has become a little weak because Queen Xi liberated the prince of Sunderland and wanted to take him as his subordinate. Gavin Rad temporarily replaced the Wind Sword. But even if he held the most ordinary war hammer, the martial arts he had cultivated over the battlefield for thirty years could still stabilize Malkorok.

What's more, this undisciplined thing is different from the ideas of the other Silver Five Saints after all. After the defeat of the two girls together, Gavin Rad obediently defected to Duke and gained eternal life.

Now he is more like a bug, with an eighteen-year-old body, fifty-year-old experience, and at the same time, he can integrate the Holy Light and Thunder attacks.

Rao is that after Malkorok was strengthened by the power of the Ascha, he was still pressed and beaten by Gavinrad with an epic war hammer.

Gavinrad, dressed in gold plate armor, dodged Malkorok's sweep by a fraction of a second.

In the next second, a hammer struck the Garrosh lieutenant in the face. The light mixed with the thunder exploded over Malkorok's gigantic face, and violent elemental turbulence swept across the red earth. The giant-like body of the Malkorok was knocked out by the impact of this hammer for more than ten meters, and only then did it roll several times in a row under the screams of the Kukaron guards, and finally stopped.

"Yo, boy, you're following the wrong boss. With that kind of evil power, it won't end well!" Gavinrad teased.

"You...... Nothing is known about the Horde" Malcorock let out an angry roar and rushed at Gavinrad again.