Duque looked up at Elune. "First, please help me cleanse the toxins in my body, as well as the contaminants in my soul."
Dark energy! Darkness! Seven sins!
None of them were easy to deal with.
These powers were like drugs. Once touched, there would be no good ending. Especially the impurities in the soul. If there was no way to get rid of them, they would unknowingly fall into destruction and depravity.
Duke didn't want to go overboard and become the villain. After all, he had personally blocked the path of the Burning Legion. Being a villain in Azeroth didn't have a good ending.
Elune's blurry face showed a look of relief.
The next second, a miracle descended from the sky.
Countless Night Elves saw the bright moonlight that descended during the day, and knelt down to worship, chanting the name of the Goddess of Elune.
The gentle moonlight seeped into Duque's skin and entered his body through his pores. It then gathered in his meridians, forming a seemingly gentle but actually turbulent current. It began to cleanse the impurities and evil substances in Duque's body.
"Blargh!" Duque suddenly made a retching motion.
Tyrande was quick to react. She quickly pulled the silver basin from the statue in the hall and placed it in front of Duque.
Duque could no longer control himself and vomited.
"Blargh! Blargh!" It was as if he was vomiting sesame paste. Not just from his mouth, but from his nose and eye sockets as well. Black substances were also gushing out.
That feeling of suffocation was a hundred times worse than vomiting after drinking too much.
Duque knelt down on the spot. Tyrande held the basin in one hand and patted Duque's back with the other to make Duque more comfortable.
It was a terrible feeling.
Not only was his body hollowed out, but the evil impurities hidden in his bones and soul were all forcibly extracted.
It was very painful, but after extracting the dark matter, he felt as if his bones had become lighter, and he felt as if he was floating in the air.
Elune smiled. "Go and rest for the night. Tomorrow, I'll help you convert the dark power in your body into the power of the shadow."
Darkness and shadow might seem similar, but in reality, they were completely different in nature.
Darkness symbolized evil and destruction.
Shadow was merely a byproduct of light. Where there is light, there is shadow. Where there is day, there is night. Even the power of Elune, the Moon Goddess, essentially belonged to Shades.
This was because moonlight was merely the refraction of sunlight in the dark night.
When Duque finally finished vomiting, he panted heavily and thanked him, "Thank you so much."
Tyrande helped Duque down to rest.
When Duque came back to his senses, he found himself in Tyrande's room.
Looking around, it was simple and tidy. Apart from Elune's totem, it was filled with a scholarly aura.
Tyrande fetched a tray of water and removed Duque's clothes. She then used the water and a cleansing spell to clean the dirt on Duque's face and body. For the sake of convenience, she even took off her priestess's robe.
Duque suddenly said, "Will there be any gossip in your room? After all, you are the high priestess …"
Tyrande's face, which always carried a holy aura, was filled with a faint smile. "You say it as if you have not done anything to me."
"Ugh!"
The room suddenly fell into a silence that made Duque's balls ache.
He suddenly smiled bitterly. Although before returning to the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, Duque had already noticed that Tyrande was acting strangely. She did not choose Malfurion as she did in the original history. Instead, she maintained a strange relationship with the Stormwind Brothers, more than friends but not lovers.
But Duque did not expect himself to be so thorough. He did not even give the Stormwind Brothers a single chance! He did not know how Tyrande's enmity towards him ten thousand years later came about. He also did not know if what he was doing now was what he had 'once' done to Tyrande in the original timeline ten thousand years later.
In any case, it was now a bad debt.
Sigh!
When he was a spy, he would be exposed at any moment. He did not have the time to think about how to deal with their relationship in the future. Now that he had dealt with the Burning Legion, his nervousness and fear had subsided. How to deal with his relationship with Tyrande had become a huge problem.
According to his agreement with Nozdormu, as long as the Burning Legion was defeated like in history, he would activate the teleportation portal within three days and send the Transmigrators who were still alive back to ten thousand years in the future.
"Don't even think about bringing any living beings back!" Nozdormu had repeatedly emphasized before he left.
Duque bared his teeth. What should he do now?
Just as Duque's thoughts were running wild, he suddenly felt a wave of sourness.
"Ugh …" Duque was shocked to find that Tyrande had already started to attack Duque. "No! You can't … "
"Why?" Tyrande raised her head and stared at Duque, her pure face blushing. "Bastard! I didn't want to learn all this, but you forced me to. I'm just returning what you taught me to you. Teacher — "
Her voice was long, like the pout of a young girl. It sounded soft and numb.
Du Ke didn't have much moral integrity now, and after hearing these words, his brain directly crashed. Du Ke grinned maliciously, and directly began to turn from defense to offense, climbing Shanghajar Peak: "Hehehe! If I don't teach you a lesson, you might really forget the days when you were controlled by my sword. Come, come! Let's fight! "
"Hmph —"
It was obvious that Tyrande had sensed that Duque was about to leave. She fought back fiercely and tried to find a way to counterattack. Unfortunately, she was still too inexperienced. She was defeated by Duque's sword within three hundred moves.
The sky brightened.
When Duque got up, Tyrande's back was facing him, but her shoulders were trembling.
"Are you not going to say anything to me?"
"… …"
"Can't you just give me a title before leaving?"
"… …"
Duque did not know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he threw Nozdormu's warning into the Twisting Nether. "If I continue to stay here, my body and soul might collapse."
The next moment, Tyrande was already in Duque's arms. She rubbed her tear-stained face against Duque's chest. "Will you come back?"
Duque could not bear to see her like this. "If you are willing to wait for ten thousand years …"
After Duque said this, he felt that it was a shameful joke.
Time and distance were the scariest poisons in the world of love.
Before he had transmigrated, he had seen countless couples break up in less than a month.
Furthermore, his relationship with Tyrande was not based on pure love. He did not know what Tyrande would think of him ten thousand years later.
Was she enlightened?
Had her love turned into hate?
Was she filled with resentment?
Or was it something else? He could not guess.
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