Chapter 653: Duke's Snap

Historically, Sylvanas has often been discussed as the most rebellious among the Windrunner sisters.

Originally, Duke had no particular feelings about this statement, but now he did.

I haven't hit you on the head yet, have I? Why the panic?

What Duke found most unbearable was the tense demeanor of Alleria and Vereesa, as if the one about to attack Sylvanas wasn't the ferocious giant wolf behind her, but Duke himself.

Although Duke was well aware that Alleria harbored immense hatred for the orcs because her younger brother, Lirath Windrunner, was killed by them, he also knew that if anything happened to Sylvanas, both the eldest and the youngest sister would say goodbye to him...

But Duke was furious!

Duke's extended fingers retracted, and the fireballs, which were already quite close, got even closer to the Queen.

At this point, Sylvanas truly felt like she was about to wet herself.

Yes! Now she was just a high elf ranger, not the Banshee Queen from the original history. She could feel pain when injured and die when severely wounded.

Rangers usually relied on high agility and high evasion for survival, but now she was a weak Little Red Riding Hood with nothing but slightly faster feet!

Watching the overwhelming rain of fireballs, with absolutely no gaps to escape through, Sylvanas almost suspected that Duke was intentionally trying to murder her.

Not just Sylvanas, the other two sisters were also on tenterhooks, watching the giant wolf being blasted into the air, then being bombarded by 108 Mage Hands and the combined attack of Duke and Rhonin!

Rhonin unleashed Arcane Missiles, each as large as a basin.

Duke's Arcane Blast, on the other hand, caused violent atmospheric vibrations with each release.

The massive attacks converged on the giant wolf, and in less than a tenth of a second, it was engulfed.

"Duke!" Sylvanas glared at Duke with gritted teeth, ready to explode.

"Second sister, wait!" Vereesa suddenly spoke.

"Look!" Alleria reminded her second sister.

Sylvanas turned her head and the cold sweat completely soaked the cloak on her back.

What fell from the sky was not a werewolf at all. The signature black bat wings, although extremely tattered from the fierce magical attack, along with the 'wolf' head's horns and enlarged claws, clearly told every Alliance hero—this was not a werewolf, this was a rare high-ranking demon elite!

That's right! If it weren't for Duke's extreme fireball attack just now, it would have been impossible to hit this mutated demon that was about to reveal its true form in the next second and attack Sylvanas, who was forcibly transformed by secret arts.

If it weren't for Duke, the 'Little Red Riding Hood' Sylvanas, who had completely lost her ability to resist, might have been killed on the spot.

"Hmph!"

"Ugh—"

The remaining Romeo and Juliet on the stage suddenly let out a disdainful sound.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the skin on their faces began to crack inch by inch, and their bodies no longer emitted the aura of the undead. That was... the authentic aura of major demons.

Looking at the two female demons that burst out from the small bodies and gradually enlarged... if there were dogs nearby, Duke might really want to howl!

Plump buns, fit waists, astonishingly curved hips, three-point attire... just looking at these, these two demons would be considered rare beauties in human eyes, possessing a mysterious sexiness.

Unfortunately, the goat horns that started from the forehead and spiraled back into a bunch, one red and one purple eerie skin, the also signature pointed tail, and the goat legs with backward-bent calves, plus, clearly told Duke their identity.

The Eredar Twins that should have appeared in the Sunwell in the future—handmaidens of Kil'jaeden.

Almost as soon as they appeared, these demon sisters gave the adventure team a show of strength.

With a wave of a hand, it was a [Chaos Strike], and Tirion was instantly disoriented, spinning in place with unsteady steps.

The other also waved her slender hand, and Gavinrad was bathed in fire, dancing in the flames.

"Rejoice! Humble mortals, you will be the first sacrifices when the Burning Legion conquers Azeroth." The one with purple skin was Queen Sacrolash.

"Haha! Scream! Wail! Then die!" The one with red skin was naturally the High Warlock Alythess that Duke was more familiar with.

The heroes of Azeroth didn't know the background of the opponents, but that didn't prevent them from sensing their extraordinariness from the aura of these mysterious demons.

Only Duke's heart was ice cold.

Eredar Twins plus Kazak?

Kil'jaeden is really generous!

Perhaps this is one of the sequelae of changing history.

In the days to come, such almost chaotic situations will definitely become more and more.

But there's no way, this is going against the current.

If you don't want to experience that kind of helpless despair time and time again, you have to be prepared for every defense! Since Azeroth has no black technology and doesn't have the strength to traverse countless light-years to kill the Burning Legion hiding in some corner at the moment, they can only bear it until the true dawn comes.

Being at the mercy of others is not Duke's style.

Duke sneered and snapped his fingers crisply: "Demons—on my turf, don't take yourselves too seriously!"

Almost simultaneously with the snap, a dazzling golden light descended from the void, slamming into the forehead of Kazak, who was about to crawl into the opera house.

The massive figure of the Maiden of Virtue appeared at the entrance of the opera house.

Without any order, the wooden boards above the stage burst open, and a giant magical construct giant fell down with a bang.

[The Curator]—enters the stage!