Tyrande was dumbfounded!
If not for the fact that millions of her brethren had been slaughtered by demons, she would not have been so sad and angry.
If not for the fact that she could not resist the spread of evil, she would not have been captured and sent here.
If not for the fact that she had seen with her own eyes how huge the Burning Legion's fleet was, she would not have felt so afraid.
Perhaps Duque had given her a choice, but Duque, who did not feel the reality of the elves being slaughtered, did not realize that Tyrande was actually forced into a dead end.
Suddenly, Tyrande's body stopped trembling, and her eyes that were starting to lose focus became determined again. She did not turn back, and just sat on Duque's lap and said, "Can you pray for me one last time? I want to report what happened to you to Goddess Elune. "
"Yes!"
The black fog that enveloped the two dispersed.
Tyrande walked slowly towards the window with graceful steps. There, a large cluster of pure white moonlight illuminated a large piece of marble floor, making it look as if it was daytime.
Gently taking off his nightgown, Duque, who was sitting on the sofa, saw a bewitching figure.
The priestess began her prayer devoutly.
Looking from behind, the towering peaks of Hyjal were actually wrapped around by two small golden snakes that emitted a demonic aura. The top of the snake's head was holding the small protruding stump of the World Tree in its mouth.
Duque suddenly felt that the dark energy in his heart seemed to be restless.
The moonlight was incomparably gentle and beautiful.
The pure and beautiful moonlight formed a sharp contrast with this perfect and seductive female figure.
The prayer did not continue for long. Tyrande turned back, revealing a beautiful face that was either crying or smiling. If one ignored the faint purple capillaries on her fair face, Duque suddenly realized that she really did look a little like the Windrunner Sisters.
The same determination, the same love for their brethren, and the same willingness to sacrifice themselves …
Tyrande turned around without a word, and once again stepped into Duque's black fog, allowing the black fog to envelop her. She knew that this was because Duque had blocked all probing from the outside world.
Duque's voice was dry. "What did Elune say?"
Tyrande sat down beside Duque, not bothering to hide the bitterness on her face. "She said, 'I'm sorry, my child!'"
Duque slapped his forehead. Damn it!
He was speechless towards Elune.
But if it was Elune, perhaps she had no other choice.
There had been too many sacrifices, and no one knew how much more they would have to pay to see the dawn of victory. In the face of a terrifying enemy like the Burning Legion, a Priestess was nothing.
Duque turned around and looked at Tyrande with a pained expression.
At this moment, he finally understood why Tyrande hated him so much when they first met ten thousand years later. It was because he had returned to the Ancient War and caused such a mess. If he was Tyrande, he would also hate him for ten thousand years!
However, this fallacy was also a pain in the ass. Duque, who had been in the Dark Portal for fifteen years, had returned to the Ancient War and offended Tyrande ten thousand years ago. In the end, Tyrande had taken revenge ten thousand years later.
Thinking of how much Tyrande hated him at that point in time, Duque decided to go all out. Holding two Mount Hyjal, Duque spouted nonsense with a straight face. "Everything is for the sake of destroying the Burning Legion, for the sake of victory! So … I'm sorry! "
Tyrande clenched her teeth, and her cheeks were almost bleeding. She nodded heavily. "I have long since sworn to give everything I have to Elune. Since this is the will of the Goddess, I have no regrets …"
"Alright, Miss Offering, please accept this terrifying combo from another world. Invented by Mister Jin and brought to glory by Lord Wei, the godly technique [Picking Up Girls], sob sob …"
Ten minutes later.
"Please accept this invincible technique from Dongying from another world — [Oedo 48 Hands]!"
"You … You … You …"
Duque had been fine at first, but the problem was that Duque's illness had flared up.
For no reason at all, the [Seven Major Sins], which had not flared up for more than ten years, suddenly flared up.
Which one was it?
Make a guess!
If you guess wrong, it's my loss!
Tyrande felt bitter on the spot. She had been shot!
It was like a little girl who believed in the existence of Santa Claus had suddenly been fed more than ten terabytes of action movies by a bad guy.
Even though Priestesses had regenerative abilities that surpassed Priests, Tyrande Whisperwind … Unfortunately, tragedy still befell her.
The next morning, Duque, who had finally broken free from the [Seven Major Sins] state, could not find any words to describe this tragic battlefield.
"Wait! I need some quiet time … "
Alright, fortunately, no one here would ask who 'quiet time' was.
Just as Duque assumed the pose of the [Thinker], a pair of eyes filled with anger, fear, humiliation, obedience, resignation, and other incomparably complex emotions met his.
For a moment, Duque almost thought that he would have to endure a hundred [Starfall] attacks.
But in the end, it was Tyrande who silently helped Duque put on his clothes.
Seeing that Duque was still shrouded by the black fog, Tyrande pretended to be very docile as she hugged Duque from behind. The two of them were pressed together, and with her still tear-stained face, she said something that did not match her expression at all, "Don't lie to me! Otherwise, even if I die, my goddess and my sisters will hunt you down to the ends of the universe. "
Duque took a deep breath, "I will definitely do my best to destroy the main force of the Burning Legion. At the very least, these demons will not be able to invade Azeroth for the next ten thousand years!"
"I will remember your vow!" Tyrande's expression was as gentle as water, but she was actually gritting her teeth as she spoke.
At first, Tyrande had wanted to pretend to be a tamed slave and follow Duque out. Unfortunately, the moment she stood up, she immediately knelt down. She was so ashamed that she wanted to die. She tried to use the Holy Light to heal herself before continuing. The problem was that there was a kind of pain that was called residual pain.
She could only give up!
Duque sighed and walked out of the hall.
As expected, he saw Eredar's Gemini with a mocking expression.
"Haha! Not bad, Infernal Affairs! "
"We really did not misjudge you!"
Facing the Gemini's "you know what I mean" expression, Duque's face was full of righteousness, as if he did not understand what they were saying.
The more Duque behaved like this, the more the Gemini believed that Duque had fallen.
At this moment, outside of Azeroth, a knight wearing a hood and riding a Shadowmaw Panther approached the city walls.
The Hellhounds that were wandering outside the city were easily sucked dry by him.
He almost killed his way all the way to the front of the city wall. A gate that had been strengthened with magic blocked him. The Night Elf guards who were loyal to the queen were glaring at him with their heads lowered.
He walked forward and took off his hood.
He was the famous Illidan Stormrage!
"I am here to serve my Queen!" Illidan shouted. He was obviously not shouting at the guards. He was shouting at someone in the palace, "I am here to serve my Queen … and the leader of the Burning Legion!"
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