Compared to the thousands of years of relationship he had with the Stormrage Brothers, Duque's one month with Tyrande was like an instant.
Expecting Tyrande to wait for him for ten thousand years?
What was this?
Back then, Illucia had waited for him for ten years, and he felt that it was a miracle.
If miracles could happen so casually, it would not be a miracle.
Ten thousand years was the lifetime of most Night Elves, even for the long-lived Night Elves. Duque could not possibly tell them that they would obtain a new Well of Eternity, and that the World Tree Nordrassil would ensure their eternal youth until the Battle of Mount Hyjal, right?
Ten thousand years sounded more like an eternal farewell!
But Duque could not explain it!
No, actually, Duque wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was stuck by an invisible force. The System concluded that it was the power of time!
Had Nozdormu regained control of time and space after fifteen years in the Dark Portal?
Bastard! Why did he come at this time! Why did he come at this time?!
Duque was furious.
Clear tears gushed out from her eyes, converging into a small stream that slid down her elegant and pure face. "What a long time! Three million and six hundred thousand lonely nights … "
Was it self-mockery? A bitter smile? Heartache? Or despair?
Looking at Tyrande's face, Duque felt heartache for the first time.
If he lost the three Windrunner sisters, Illucia, or Jaina, he would probably feel the same way …
Suddenly, he smiled bitterly.
Duque decided to cheat. He first shook something, which Tyrande recognized. It was what Duque had asked for from Nozdormu.
Then, she turned into her shadow form, and as if she was caressing it, she gestured on the white bedsheet. The black light did not disappear in an instant. Instead, it left behind an illusion of a black door that lasted for a full three seconds.
Finally, Duque shrugged, as if to say, "I don't care if you believe it or not, I believe it."
Tyrande was stunned at first, but then she seemed to understand!
Duque did not know if she really understood or if she only half understood. What greeted him was a rain of kisses and a passion that was even hotter than fire …
After the passion subsided, there was sorrow that could not be dissolved.
Tyrande muttered unconsciously, "You despicable bastard, you turned me into this. Ten thousand years is such a long time, how am I supposed to live alone … What if one day I suddenly really, really want to, what should I do? "
He happened to see a few bananas on a fruit platter not far away from him.
Duque's bad taste suddenly flared up again!
Huh!? Why is it 'again'?
Alright, please don't mind these details.
Duque unsheathed the Duque Divine Sword and showed Tyrande a spell. "Alright, please learn this spell."
The spell was very simple. It was a variant of evocation magic. Tyrande was now a combination of a Priestess and a Hunter. This level of magic was nothing to her.
The key was the effect of the spell.
That bastard Duque had instantly shaped the bananas into the shape of the Duque Divine Sword!
He used it as soon as he said it. Tyrande almost broke down on the spot.
"You … You … You …" She could not continue after saying the word 'you' three times.
"Very well, my student, please do your best to learn the most important spell that I will teach you." Duke earnestly instructed.
"Wu …"
"First, you have to restore its appearance!"
"…"
"Then its strength and toughness!"
"…"
"Finally, you have to restore its domineering characteristics. Think about it! Those terrifying days when you were dominated by the Divine Sword! "Teacher Duque sang loudly.
Tyrande's face was so red that it seemed as if blood would drip from it.
But …
But …
She still learned it seriously under Teacher Duque's coercion.
After settling everything, Duque stood on the balcony. His naughty face faced the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Teacher Duque praised himself in his heart. Ah! Don't blame me! If you want to blame someone, blame me. As a restorer of history, I have to accurately restore history on the shoulders of the Lord of Time, Nozdormu. Alright! My last historical restoration mission in this era, [Air-Dried Banana], has been completed.
Behind him, Tyrande seemed to have sensed something and roared, "Du Kang, you bastard!"
…
In the morning, he once again went to the Moon Goddess's Temple.
This time, Elune met Duque alone. Tyrande was the only one by his side.
The moonlight once again appeared in the day, gently nourishing every single magic circuit in Duque's body. Yesterday, after his body had been cleansed of the impurities, it was not that obvious. Today, with the power of the Moon Goddess, Duque was pleasantly surprised to confirm that the curse that bastard Archimonde had given him had finally been removed!
As expected, the curse of a demigod demon was best dealt with by a true god.
Duque gently raised his hand, and a dozen elemental light orbs flew out of his palm.
The three arcane energy orbs of fire, ice, and arcane magic disintegrated, reassembled, and disintegrated again in mid-air. Duque's mastery of elemental energy left Tyrande dumbfounded.
"So you're a Mage?!"
"Hahaha! Sorry, sorry! I was injured and cursed, and my magic circuits were thrown into chaos. My abilities as a Mage were completely sealed. Thank you, Goddess Elune, for your help. Without you, I would have been a Priestess for the rest of my life. "
"Hmph! Isn't being a Priestess good? "Tyrande was a little petulant.
"Uh, not really …"
Do I have to tell you that every healer in my world has the heart to deal damage?
Elune looked at Tyrande, who was like her own child, teasing Duque and suddenly felt very comforted. If she forced Tyrande to sacrifice herself and ended up with a bad ending, she would never forgive herself.
At that time, she had lost all hope and used her precious divine power to protect Tyrande. Fortunately, this man called Du Kang had appeared out of nowhere.
She knew a lot about Tyrande and the Stormrage Brothers. But there was no other way. This was the best outcome. It was just that Tyrande would probably have to suffer …
Duque and Tyrande also realized that they had gone too far. After fooling around for a while, they regained their composure.
Elune continued, "Four of the items you obtained from Sargeras cannot be converted. They will bring you the deepest depravity."
"Then please destroy them for me, Goddess. But …" Duque's heart was itching! It wasn't easy to get equipment from Sargeras, but most of them couldn't be used?! Alright, I remember that there were five boxes in total!
Elune's blurry avatar smiled. "Thank goodness! And this one is the most compatible with my attributes. I can handle it for you. "
Duque looked at it, and his heart almost flew out of his chest.
[Moonlight Chalice]!
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