Tyrande Whisperwind was jolted awake from her nightmare.
She had forgotten most of what had happened in the dream. What she could remember was that the Moon Goddess, Elune, had been embroiled in a terrible war.
Her mount had been fatally wounded and flung her off its body. Her head had hit the ground heavily. Then, she had been captured by that terrifying Savis.
She could still remember some terrifying scenes and sounds. A monster that looked like a goat had been eyeing her menacingly. A pair of furry hands with sharp claws had been grabbing onto her tightly …
Then, she had woken up in shock.
That pair of narrow and elegant silver eyes swept around the gorgeous side hall. She had seen this gorgeous room where she had been placed under house arrest countless times.
The afternoon sun shone in from the west. This was supposed to be the elves' resting time …
Her soft lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft sigh, lamenting her current situation. She shook her head. Her dark blue hair fluttered like waves, and a few strands of silver hair were rather conspicuous at this moment.
She propped herself up from her prone position, and the silky blanket slid down her body. Suddenly seeing the battle scars on her beautiful body, she could not help but blush.
She really wanted to ignore the black figure beside her, but unfortunately, the man who was sleeping soundly in the shadow state was her true master.
This man who called himself Du Kang had always shown her the Burning Legion's battle reports without a care in the world. He had even publicly announced to the Eredar Twins that this was part of his training to break her willpower.
Tyrande wanted to deny that these battle reports were true, but the few times she tried to contact Elune under Du Kang's watch, she was met with silence. All Elune could give her was meaningless consolation and urging her to carry out her plan.
Du Kang had even tried to contact Malfurion's soul, which had always been blocked. In the end, Malfurion had also made her believe in Du Kang!
Tyrande was afraid that she would not be able to hold on any longer.
She did not know when the so-called plan would succeed. She only knew that she was sinking step by step, even if it was in the name of justice and righteousness.
The beautiful memories of her childhood and teenage years were fading away, and the members of the Elune Sisterhood were beginning to fade from her mind. Her entire spiritual world was filled with this man's endless tricks and schemes.
She had fought, cried, and begged for forgiveness. What scared her the most was that she was starting to get used to this role that she once thought was terrible.
Even if she was tormented miserably, her mind would still be filled with that black figure when she turned around.
If he left for a while, she would quickly miss him and look forward to his next visit.
Unknowingly, thirty days had passed.
Tyrande was shocked to discover that the luckiest thing between a man and a woman was to have the person you loved love you, while the luckier thing was to have someone who loved you but you did not love him.
But now, she had fallen into a third way that she thought she would never accept — getting used to each other!
In just a month, she had completely gotten used to his presence. It was as if she was eating and drinking.
"Have I … fallen?" Tyrande held her face in her hands.
Suddenly, Duque's voice was heard, "No! This was just a nightmare! The dream will eventually wake up. However, whether what is unfolding before your eyes is a return to the ordinary daily life, or a reality that is even crueler than a nightmare, depends on our efforts. "
Tyrande felt a sudden surge of warmth.
How ironic. Just as she was about to break down and become a toy without any sense of self, it was the fellow who had been forcing her that pulled her back.
Tyrande bit her lip hard. She could not help but let her imagination run wild. If he really used this method to save the Cadores, how should I face him in the future …
Bringing Tyrande with him, Duque walked towards the southernmost tower of Azshara's palace. The tower shone with the light of magical energy. Thanks to Duque's perfect adjustments, the High Elves did not have to work day and night like they did in history.
Along the way, Tyrande saw the High Elves and the evil long-horned monsters taking turns to salute them on the way to the tower.
The High Elves wore green hooded robes embroidered with intricate patterns, while the monsters' lower bodies resembled the bodies of goats. They used to be Night Elves, but now they belonged to the Burning Legion — Yes! They were Satyrs.
In the huge hall at the top of the tower, the Satyrs and the High Elves struggled to maintain the magic within the hexagon formation.
On top of the complicated magic formation that Duque had personally engraved, a ball of flame floated in the air. There was a ball of flame floating in mid-air. In the middle of the flame was a black hole. This black hole seemed to never disappear. The moment Duque brought Tyrande into the hall, she knew that she had entered the territory of the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras.
There, the Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth, and Eredar Gemini had already arrived. Be it the Apocalypse Guards around the hall, they all looked at the white-robed Tyrande with mocking eyes. These mocking gazes made Tyrande feel ashamed.
The Gemini Gemini even gave Duque a thumbs up.
Thanks to Duque's extremely pure spatial magic, Sargeras no longer had to forcefully descend his will. His power could pass through the huge portal at any time and appear in this world. The only flaw was that the portal was still not large and sturdy enough to allow Sargeras to pass through.
"Can I come in?" A voice that made Tyrande's body tremble came from the entrance of the hall.
Duque nodded.
Mannoroth immediately roared, "Come in!"
If not for Duque and Tyrande, Illidan would undoubtedly be the smallest.
This time, Illidan was obviously prepared for anything. Even when he saw Duque, he could still greet him in a formal manner.
However, no one knew what was going on in his amber eyes. Tyrande looked at Illidan, her mouth twitching, but she did not say anything.
No one made things difficult for Illidan, because he was the main character today!
The deep portal suddenly fluctuated, and in the next second, a mysterious power suddenly filled the hall. This mysterious power came from the distorted void in the distance.
Sargeras's huge shadow suddenly filled the huge hall that was more than 30 meters tall.
His booming voice rang out immediately after.
"You're Illidan Stormrage, the one who proved your loyalty to the army, the one who could do what others could not?"
Illidan bowed his head deeply to show his respect. "That's me!"
"As a mortal, you are very powerful …" Sargeras spoke from another world. After a moment of silence, he said, "But your strength is worthless in my eyes …"
Illidan said coldly, "Perhaps I can make His Majesty descend upon Azeroth!"
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