A few hours ago.
It was a terrifying day, a dark day where the sun and moon couldn't be seen.
Ever since Illidan suggested that he would give Sargeras the Demon's Soul, Tyrande hadn't been able to sleep. The few times she did, she would take a short nap out of exhaustion. On rare occasions, when she learned that Sargeras was about to obtain the Demon's Soul, she fell asleep. Unfortunately, she had a nightmare about the destruction of the world.
When she woke up, she sensed a man's aura beside her.
Malfurion, are you here to save me?
Or is it you … Illidan?
The prayers of the beauty were destined to go unanswered. Tyrande opened her eyes after passing through the hazy fog, only to see Duke.
To her surprise, it wasn't Duque in his Shadow form, but a completely normal Duque.
Tyrande was shocked. If not for the familiar dark energy around him, she would have thought that he was a different person.
Duque pulled Tyrande up and held her by the waist domineeringly.
But it was this rough movement that gave Tyrande a sense of security from the familiar touch on her waist. It really was him! Du Kang could actually be considered as a handsome man …
No normal woman would like to be wantonly possessed by a pitch-black humanoid creature. It was a terrible experience that challenged the limits of a woman's acceptance.
From the initial anger and resistance, to numbness and acceptance, to the current acceptance, to the pleasant surprise after losing hope, Tyrande suddenly realized that happiness could be very simple sometimes.
Duque smiled faintly. "Tyrande, thank you for your hard work. Today is the day that will decide our fate. I hope that you can come with me and witness the results of our hard work together in this period of time. This proves that all of our grievances and patience have paid off. This is not the will of the Goddess. It is purely us. "
Tyrande's mouth twitched, and the muscles on her face twitched slightly. Her exquisite and holy face seemed to be telling Duque that she wanted to be happy, but was also afraid that she would be even more disappointed and hopeless later.
It was this incomparably contradictory feeling that made her speechless for a long time.
"I … I … I …" Tyrande was at a loss for words.
"Come on!" Duque did not explain further and entered the Shadow Form again.
Just like that, he led Tyrande through various corridors and doors. The High Elves and Demons they met on the way all bowed respectfully to them.
In their eyes, Duque was a rare, powerful, and intelligent technology-type lord in the army. She was different from those lords who only knew how to fight and kill. She was also different from those demonesses who only knew how to scheme but didn't have high combat power. For the time being, this Infernal Lord was irreplaceable in the army. Thus, even though they considered Tyrande to be the slave of the Infernal Lord, they didn't dare to slight her in the slightest.
After arriving in the Void, Tyrande saw Sargeras's gigantic and terrifying true form. She also saw Duke open a huge portal and teleport Sargeras to the space barrier of planet Azeroth in one breath.
Even now, Tyrande still didn't understand what Duque was trying to do.
Wasn't Duque still helping Sargeras descend?
When Sargeras' mountain-like body disappeared through the Void portal, Tyrande could clearly hear the cheers of the Eredar Warlocks in Duque's control center.
The demons were roaring, singing, and celebrating the fact that they were about to conquer and destroy a new planet.
"Alright, you can all leave. I want to celebrate with my baby." Duque spoke in the Eredar language, which Tyrande couldn't understand.
However, before the male Eredar Demons left, they gave Tyrande an 'we understand' expression. Tyrande's face heated up.
Filled with a sci-fi feel, the metallic hall that could accommodate a hundred people instantly became empty.
None of the Eredar Demons felt that there was anything wrong with Duque's order. Because Duque had already proven his loyalty to the army and had completed his mission well. The status that Duque enjoyed now was a matter of course.
Tyrande braced herself and walked over to Duque's side. She knew that she couldn't defy Duque or Duque's divine sword.
He wanted …
At that moment, Duque gently hugged Tyrande and whispered into her long ear, "Now, it's time to witness a miracle. We have to conserve our energy, because it's going to be dangerous. "
Duque snapped his fingers, and the huge screen in the hall projected a real-time image of Azshara's surroundings.
Tyrande saw the battle between the demigods of Azeroth and the main force of the Burning Legion. She saw the demigod, Malorne the White Stag, appear.
As the Guardian of Nature, Malorne was known as the most powerful creature that walked on Kalimdor. He was one of the strongest creatures on Azeroth, just like the dragon king.
Guardian of the Way, Holy Spirit Who Protects All, Great Ancient Guardian … More than ten titles and titles fully reflected Malorne's greatness.
In the image, Tyrande was shocked to see that Malorne had easily flattened an entire elite demon army of the Burning Legion in order to save his injured son, Cenarius.
Archimonde had no choice but to appear to prevent the entire army from being destroyed by Malorne.
The duel between the two powerhouses made Tyrande think of phrases like 'a duel between the strongest of two worlds'.
After the earth-shattering battle, Malorne, who had already been seriously injured in the previous battle against a large number of demons, was defeated by Archimonde the Corrupted. Although he had been evenly matched with the Demon Lord, Archimonde broke his neck.
Archimonde won by a narrow margin.
"Ah!" Tyrande cried in horror.
Because the one who died was the spouse of the goddess she believed in …
Duque could only comfort her, "Don't worry, demigods can be revived … It just takes a little longer."
Then, the image moved to the vicinity of Azshara, and Tyrande saw the allied army's surprise attack turn into a bitter battle. She saw Nesario's chaos and failure.
In the end, the center of the image locked onto Illidan, who had obtained Demon's Soul.
"Illidan! He … "
No one knew whether Illidan had aimed for this opportunity long ago, or if he had just appeared there by accident.
All they knew was that because of the magic circle's explosion, Demon's Soul had been blown away. Now, within a hundred meters of Illidan, there was nothing that could stop him.
If Illidan wanted to do something to the platinum-shaped Demon's Soul, now was the best time to do so.
"Brother?!" A hundred meters away, Malfurion exclaimed in shock!
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