He had thought countless times about helping Du Ke and repaying the debt he owed to a human. Then he, who did not owe the other party anything, could die peacefully on the battlefield.
Who knew that he would be saved by Duque time and time again. Now, he had no choice but to shamelessly act like a coward in front of the Evil Demons and endure the humiliation.
It was to return to ten thousand years in the future and report to Saar …
Perhaps this humiliation was completely meaningless.
Because once the Evil Demons found out, he would definitely die a horrible death.
Now, Duque was so powerful. He had not fallen, but he had tricked so many Evil Demons. He had even tricked the cunning Burning Legion's commander, Kil 'jaeden.
He could return to Azeroth soon!
What a hopeful ending this was!
Even though he was in the enemy camp, he could not help me at all. Yet, he still chose to help me, gave me hope, and gave me the responsibility to lead my people back.
Duque! Duque, you are too generous —
How do you expect me to repay you!? "
As expected, only a great hero like you can truly lead Azeroth to the future?
For some reason, even though Grom wanted to cry, he laughed.
"Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha — "
He laughed loudly, impudently, and bleakly!
He had the boldness of a Beastman.
He also had the rich emotions that humans should have.
Just like that, Grom could not sleep for the entire night.
The next morning, the Eredar Gemini came.
On the surface, the explanation was that the army wanted to snatch the Well of Eternity from the uncivilized low-class races.
But what was in Azeroth and its connection to the Pantheon was not mentioned.
As the saying went, everything that should be said was said without missing a word, and everything that should not be said was left unsaid. Even though he flattered Duque by saying that opening the Teleportation Portal would be considered a great contribution to the army, he knew that he was just a pawn to explore the path.
It would be good if he succeeded.
If not, he would just lose a non-Eredar Lord.
The Burning Legion had a four-digit number of Lords. Duque wouldn't make a difference whether he was there or not.
An hour later, in the middle of the ancient Kalimdor continent on Planet Azeroth, a glorious city was displaying its boundless charm in the night sky.
Even the wind and rain could not conceal the magnificent radiance of this city.
Azshara was a great city that was closest to the Well of Eternity in ancient times.
The Night Elves used the power of the Eternal Well to build the Queen's capital city. Unlike Surlama, the High Elves living in Azshara did not worship the Moon Goddess Elune. Instead, they blindly worshipped the power of arcane magic.
Because of this, they slowly alienated themselves from nature. Cenarius and the other demigods and Druids were not welcomed here. The High Elves wanted magnificent city buildings and arcane magic. They believed that the power of magic could rule over everything.
In Galhalla, a great city some distance away from Azshara. Although it did not have the tall and majestic forbidden palace of Azshara, it did not have the magical combination of stone and wood.
But what Galhalla possessed was enough to make all the Elven Druids in Surlama unable to sleep. On this stormy night, there was a mysterious air around it. Those who knew what it represented did not even dare to stare at the palace-like Mage Tower in the center of the city. People all shifted their gazes to avoid attracting the attention of the guards.
Around the Mage Tower, the guards wore green armor and carried spears and swords as they carefully looked around. Not only did they monitor the outside of the city for trespassers, but they also paid special attention to the movements inside from time to time … Especially the main tower. They seemed to have sensed that an unpredictable mysterious power was being nurtured.
"Not enough, not enough! Not enough at all! You bunch of idiots, when are you going to let that great existence descend? " Savis was a powerful Arcanist and a fanatic who was most obsessed with arcane magic and various mysterious powers.
Ten thousand years later, the forbidden experiments that the Night Elves, High Elves and humans had strictly forbidden were not a problem at this point in time.
As a noble High Elf noble and the Queen's chief advisor, all of his experiments were approved by the Queen.
Under his leadership, the Wizards of Galhalla began a ritual that was performed every night.
In order to complete the ritual, they had to constantly rearrange the magic jades and arcane crystals to demarcate the boundaries of magic power so that the magic power could better play the role of the summoning circle.
Suddenly, there was movement between the crystals. Like a protective circle that was suddenly attacked, a few shields of light suddenly rose above the crystals.
Unfortunately, the light disappeared in a flash.
The crystals that were once filled with powerful magic power dimmed in large pieces.
Although the Wizards of Galhalla were not as proficient in magic as the Moon Guards, they knew very well that what was happening now should not have happened. They immediately began to check the arrangement again and again, but still could not understand what was wrong.
"They don't seem to be absorbing magic power from the Well of Eternity," a young Cursemancer said. A young cursemancer asserted, "Something is trying to cut off the energy flow from the front!"
"Trash! Trash! All trash! " Savis could no longer control his anger and lashed out at the young Cursemancer's face.
Even though the Cursemancer had more than ten methods to avoid or resist this whip, he still lowered his head and forcibly endured this whip, leaving behind a deep red mark on his rather delicate and pretty face.
Suddenly, Savis quivered.
His expression became absent-minded.
Yes! He heard a voice. Although it was a little vague, he heard all the key words clearly.
"My servant … I will send out a … Lord! To assist you … "
"A powerful lord, huh? That's great! I've been worrying about not being able to show Her Majesty the Queen the great power of the Burning Legion! Is there anything you need me to do? "
"Let go of your … soul! Enter a deep sleep … "
"Alright! Yes, great Lord Kil 'jaeden! "
Under the strange gazes of all the Magi, Savis actually … fell asleep standing.
He lowered his head and looked like he was on the verge of collapsing, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.
However, Savis moved. His slender fingers fluttered incessantly, and his intense movements formed a stark contrast with his blank expression.
"Lord!?" A Magus cautiously approached Savis. They could not imagine what had happened to Savis.
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