บท 699: Chapter 699: The Trolling Clone
What defines a fool?
Ner'zhul is the epitome of such a being.
Presented with the Blood Pact by Kil'jaeden, he naively signed it without a second thought.
One could excuse his initial deception as a momentary lapse of judgment, warranting a measure of sympathy. However, once empowered, did he not retreat and hide? He neither sought redemption like Grommash Hellscream, striving to reclaim his place as a hero of the Horde, nor did he harbor ambitions like Gul'dan, determined to follow through the path of a tyrant to its bitter end.
Gul'dan knelt, and comically, reemerged from hiding, driven by fear of death.
For such a weak-willed individual, it's no wonder he lost to Arthas in a battle of wills, even after merging their spirits, the fool's will dominated.
Calling Ner'zhul a fool is an understatement.
In some ways, the "Staff of Limitlessness" represented Duke's disdain for him.
Yet, it also signified Duke's recognition of Ner'zhul's significance.
Despite Duke's grand display of the Dragon's Gate Formation, using the Gourmet Queen to trick Ner'zhul into a bloody mess, the power he borrowed from the Guardian Dragons, bound by their ironclad laws, had its limits. These laws were ingrained in their souls by the Titan Creators at the dawn of time.
In the end, Duke had to rely on his own moonlit power to confront Ner'zhul, now wielding the artifact of the Sun Mage.
A dire situation, isn't it?
Anywhere but Karazhan, even if Duke could resurrect and run back to his corpse, he wouldn't stand a chance against Ner'zhul. With the "Skull of Gul'dan," Ner'zhul was like a nuclear power plant with abundant fuel, capable of almost limitless power generation. How could Duke, akin to a mage generating power through a boiler, compete with Ner'zhul?
Fortunately, this was Karazhan!
With control over Karazhan, Duke fought Ner'zhul with the power of the entire mage tower.
This opened up a new possibility!
It was to overwhelm the enemy's quality with sheer quantity.
Before that, there was one condition: preventing Ner'zhul's "Agony" magic from annihilating them first. Curses, though gradual in damage, could instantly kill someone as frail as Duke.
Indeed, Ner'zhul was no saint.
Just as he unleashed his fire cloud, Ner'zhul's left index finger subtly flicked, sending a barrage of curses silently towards Duke.
Had it not been for a system alert, Duke might have fallen for it.
The next moment, the Windrunner sisters retreated a hundred meters, hiding by the doorway. After Duke's modifications, Karazhan was nearly a realm per area, each existing in its own space, sharing only basic visuals and weather.
And Duke... had just conjured over a hundred duplicates of himself!
[The True Mirror Image Technique: Miniature Edition]
The 'Duke' that stood still, as if stricken by a myriad of immediate fatal diseases, screamed in agony, clutched his chest, fell to the ground in pain, convulsed, and died!
Had it not been for the hundred other Dukes strongly spectating, the Windrunner sisters by the door would have been terrified.
"Damn! Dead?"
"Was it poison?"
"Poisoned in excrement?"
"Spat! Even Duke #233 wouldn't stoop to eating excrement, right?"
"No need to ask, it must be Ner'zhul's despicable act!"
"Yes! Despicable and shameless!"
Ner'zhul was stunned. He never imagined he'd fall for an illusion. He was no stranger to illusions or the Blademaster's Mirror Image, but even the most realistic of these were just copies doing the same actions as the original, intangible, leaving no footprints, only deceiving the less perceptive foes.
He had never seen such lifelike, almost real clones.
No, these were not mere images; they were clones.
Clones with seemingly independent personalities.
Even experienced beings like Khadgar, who had lived for decades, and ancient ones like Winresa, Alestria, and Alexstrasza, who had lived for thousands to tens of thousands of years, were baffled by this sight.
Indeed!
These were not simple clones; they were 'spitting image clones' that Duke had recorded in the system long ago, complete with extensive dialogues and actions.
These Duke clones scattered in all directions, even taking to the skies, pointing at Ner'zhul and launching a torrent of verbal abuse.
"The likes of you, shameless and cowardly, are the most detestable."
"Letting you be the Warchief of the Horde was a misfortune spanning generations."
"Thinking you could escape with the 'Tome of Medivh'?"
"Fool, have you forgotten the Blood Pact you signed with the Deceiver, Kil'jaeden?"
"Idiot! Even at the edge of the universe, Kil'jaeden will find you."
Ner'zhul's body trembled like a sieve. He never expected these highly confidential matters to be known by Duke. These soul-crushing words were a nightmare to someone already psychologically fragile.
Not to mention, it was now over a hundred Dukes, logically and righteously berating him, creating an overwhelming atmosphere of collective condemnation.
Hidden behind Alexstrasza using an invisibility spell, Duke sneered: Ner'zhul, the bumpkin! Never witnessed how Tian Chao's spitters can ruin a good youth, have you?
Well, it's time for you to learn.
The Gourmet Queen turned to Duke, her expression one of shock.
Duke blinked, not expecting to deceive the explosively sensitive perception of the Red Dragon Queen.
The Queen spoke, "I suddenly realize, you can be quite harmful at times."
Duke, drawing upon the integrity taught to him by Archbishop Faol, replied solemnly, "Oh? I only use despicable means against scoundrels."
Alestria: "...Sister, should we consider finding a new man?"
Winresa: "...Well, let's observe for a while."
Meanwhile, seeing the verbal assault nearing its end, the Dukes suddenly sprang into action.
Accompanied by the clenching of the staff in the hands of the mage in the sky, a myriad of different spells were unleashed.
[Scorch]
[Shockwave]
[Pyroblast]
[Frostbolt]
[Arcane Blast]
[Arcane Missiles]
Along with elemental attacks resembling Shamanistic thunder and wind.
Ner'zhul was completely dumbfounded. If it were a single element, he could counter with the corresponding element, using his superior and more concentrated magic to overpower Duke.
Higher mysticism easily crushes lower mysticism.
But these magical attacks, seemingly random, effectively tore and disrupted the elements he had gathered. Ner'zhul was forced to wrap himself in a fire cloud as a form of protection.
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