Outside the side hall that Du Ke had once stayed in, a violent gale was howling incessantly, and thunder rumbled incessantly.
However, the side hall that had been secretly solidified by a certain person with a magic seal seemed to be the only safe island in the whirlpool of despair that was the Well of Eternity.
Ever since he descended into this world, Duque had not had the chance to go anywhere other than the Twisting Nether and Azshara City. He was no longer a Mage, so he could only use the Space Magic Array that he had asked the Warlocks of Eredar to prepare in advance to teleport. Setting the Space Seat here was a last resort.
However, Duque did not expect that this Elf maid, who was once tied up by the Queen and could be stripped naked with a pinky, would appear here at this time.
It was hard to describe the look in Celaijia's eyes.
Was it guilt?
Fear?
Longing for redemption?
Or asking for pity?
He did not know. It was probably all kinds of emotions, but they were all mixed up in her eyes.
Even though the surroundings were noisy, Celaijia could clearly hear the sigh that came from Duque's lips.
"Sigh —"
An invisible and untouchable barrier appeared between their hearts.
There was no word, but Duque's eyes said, "I gave you a chance!"
Yes!
Duque had tested her before. If this woman, whom he named Celaijia, could keep all of his secrets, he would use other channels to let Queen Azshara know about the Ancient Gods. It was a pity that Celaijia had always played the role of a spy here, just like what he had done in the Burning Legion.
Duque was not a fickle person. If he were to abandon her like this, he would not be able to forgive himself. Seeing that Celaijia had served him and Tyrande diligently, Duque taught her many things, such as the creation of magic circuits, the use of nature magic, and a few inconspicuous spells that would soon become very important to her.
However, this was the limit.
Looking at Duque, who no longer had a dark aura around him and was instead glowing with a gentle golden light, it was clear to Celia that Duque was a member of the allied army.
His entire body trembled violently, and his mouth squirmed for a long time, but not a single word came out. However, the pleading look in his eyes became even more intense.
"Sure …" She still wanted to beg Duque to bring her along.
Duque shook his head decisively. "Everyone has to be responsible for their own actions. No matter what my identity is, since you chose to be loyal to your Empress and didn't swear to be loyal to me from that moment onwards, the result is already set in stone. "
Ignoring Celaijia, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, Duque led Tyrande up to the balcony on the second floor.
Suddenly, Celia's voice came from behind Duque. "If fate allows me to choose again and I choose you, will you accept me?"
Duque stopped in his tracks.
As a transmigrator, he knew very well what was going to happen next. Was it fate? Was it a coincidence? Or was it a prank?
Even Duque himself didn't know why he did this. He smiled. His smile was mysterious and filled with certainty. "Do you still remember the first spell I taught you?"
Celia, who had already given up all hope, suddenly raised her head and nodded vigorously as if she had found a life-saving straw in her most desperate moment.
Her eyes were filled with tears. It was unknown whether they were tears of regret, desire for redemption, or both.
Duque said leisurely, "Not everyone has the right to stand by my side. Back then, I entered the Burning Legion with the determination to endure ten thousand years of torture. If you have the courage and perseverance, when we meet again, I will accept you as my maidservant! "
Duque left. He left in a carefree manner.
He didn't take a single cloud with him, but he also left a bitter maidservant behind.
He didn't know if this would become an ill-fated relationship, but at the very least, Duque had no regrets.
He didn't owe Celaijia anything.
Walking up to the balcony, they heard a deafening rumble. Even Duque felt a little scared, let alone Tyrande.
"Look!" Tyrande whispered into his ear, "Azshara City!"
They looked into the distance … What they saw was a terrifying scene. The ground of Azshara City had been split in half.
The core of the city had fallen into a huge canyon that was at least a few kilometers deep. The entire inner city was sliding towards the Well of Eternity, and the city was surrounded by water.
Only by craning their necks to the highest point could they see the huge waterfall that seemed to reach the sky.
Yes!
Azshara City was in the middle of a huge whirlpool of water.
The Well of Eternity was dragging the nearby ground towards its deep hole, as if it was going to swallow the whole of Kalimdor. Azshara City floated on the black water, and the isolated island floated up and down like the wreckage on the water's surface.
The funny thing was that the Elven Palace was still standing there, almost undamaged.
As Azshara City neared the center of the whirlpool, ominous lightning flashed around the city. Unlike most of the things that left Kalimdor, Azshara City was heading straight for the center of the lake.
Duque felt Tyrande's grip tighten. She hugged Duque's waist tightly, as if she wanted to melt her soft and elastic body into Duque's.
Duque wasn't worried about his own safety.
His entire body was emitting a pure golden holy light, as dazzling as a lighthouse in the dark. No matter what the reason was, as long as the leaders of Azeroth wanted to know what had happened in the Twisting Nether, they definitely wouldn't let Duque die so easily.
Moreover, he was hugging the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess Elune!
There was no need to call for help at all. Four huge figures of different colors rushed out of the clouds at high speed, falling straight down.
The Dragon Kings descended rapidly from the sky and hovered in the air. This was the flying ability of the Dragon Kings.
Alexstrasza, Malygos, Ysera, and Nozdormu, the four Dragon Kings surrounded the side hall next to the Forbidden Palace of Azshara.
The Red Dragon Queen stretched her long dragon neck. "There's no time! Quickly ride me! "
Duque smiled and hugged Tyrande. He turned around and rode on the back of the most respected Dragon Queen in the World of Azeroth.
The four Dragon Kings flapped their wings and stirred up a gust of wind, even blowing away the ominous storms and lightning around them. Celaika's lonely figure stood at the top of the stairs, watching as the Dragon Kings climbed up quickly. Duque turned into a small dot and completely disappeared from her sight.
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