The Moonlight Holy Grail wasn't very famous among the players, but that wasn't the point.
The point is, all you need to know is that it came from Sargeras. In the future, it would be brought into Sargeras' tomb, and could only be obtained from the Moon Sisters.
In essence, this was an accessory for healers. However, after being personally adjusted by the Moon Goddess, Elune, its attributes had changed greatly.
The basic attribute of the entire accessory was Intelligence, but it was a ridiculously high Intelligence bonus.
How high was it?
For a Radiant Moon Wizard, it was about 1,000 stories tall.
Even Duke, a Breaking Dawn Archmage, was forcibly raised to the level of a rank 3 Breaking Dawn after enjoying the additional magic circuits. He wasn't even at the peak.
Duque absolutely believed that this item, which should've only appeared after the seventh version of the game, would definitely last him until he reached the demigod stage.
Apart from the Intelligence bonus, the special effect of the Moonlight Holy Grail was also very amazing. When activated, it would grant Haste in the day and Critical Strike at night.
What … an interesting piece of equipment.
Duke, who had originally come to the ancient war with the intention of working to repay his debt of gratitude, was truly overjoyed!
"Hahaha! Thank you, Goddess Elune! Thank you — "Duque bowed three times in a row in a rare moment of obedience.
Compared to Shaman's huge gift bag, Kil 'jaeden's gift was only average and within expectations.
Even so, Duque finally managed to gather a full set of equipment that should've been at the Sunwell Highlands level in the future. Paired with the Wings of Death and Shaman's Moonlight Holy Grail, he was armed to the teeth.
Of course, Duque wouldn't neglect Tyrande, and gave her a set of Priest equipment. Those who stepped into the realm of Heroes were all very powerful. For example, Tyrande was a Huntress and a Priest (Priest) at the same time. In theory, she could wear chainmail like a Hunter, but considering that her most lethal skill was the Divine Arts, her attire was more inclined towards cloth armor.
In the War of the Ancients, many Demon Lords had been killed. Unfortunately, Ronin and the others were all fattened up on Mount Hyjal, and basically didn't care about them. In the end, only Krasus changed his equipment. The problem was that this guy was a dragon! Dragons were the race that hated equipment the most. Their own scales, claws, and dragon breath were their strongest equipment.
Three days after the end of the Primordial War, it was finally time to part.
Whether it was Rhonin, Krasus, Grom, Vanessa, or Duke himself, they all felt like they were in a trance.
Not to be tolerated by the world!
Does not exist in this world!
The world was rejecting Duque and the others, rejecting them. The indescribable feeling of the heavens and earth pressing down on them made it hard for them to breathe.
On the balcony of the Elune Shrine, Elune's incarnation led Ysera and a group of demigods, while Tyrande led Malfurion and a group of mortals. They stared at Duque and the other four.
They had only known each other for a short period of time, but everyone knew that without these mysterious and powerful helpers from afar, this earth-shattering battle would have ended with the Burning Legion's complete victory.
This was especially so for this mysterious Du Kang. As the core of the group of six, he did not hesitate to disgrace himself by joining the Burning Legion, reversing the portal, destroying the Void Fortress in the Twisting Nether, and completely annihilating billions of demons. In one fell swoop, he established at least ten thousand years of peace in Azeroth!
Until now, no one asked where the group of six came from.
Everyone had a common goal — the Burning Legion. It was enough to understand this.
Misty rays of light began to appear on the bodies of the remaining five people. It was as if a mysterious existence was using an eraser that could erase everything in the world to gently erase their majestic figures. Starting from their hands and feet, signs of disintegration began to appear.
Alexstrasza and Ysera simultaneously looked at Nozdormu, who was silent, as if they had seen through everything.
Tyrande stood at the front of the group, her hands clasped tightly between the two Mount Hyjal peaks. This was the only way she could feel her intense heartbeat through her fingers.
For the past two days, she had made use of every minute and second to be with Duque. She completely ignored everything else around her, including the Stormwind brothers' gazes.
Before the final moment arrived, she had said all that needed to be said, and done all that needed to be done.
She did not want to say goodbye. Even though she knew that the outcome could not be changed, she still could not control her emotions.
At this moment, Elune's incarnation gave Tyrande a light push. "Go! My child. "
Without hesitation, Tyrande pounced forward, but when she opened her arms and crossed them, all she could see was an illusion. The last thing she saw was a face that only she could see, a face with a bitter smile.
Oh! This was Du Kang's true appearance!
He was not as bad as she had imagined, nor was he very handsome, but … he was very much like you!
Tyrande knelt on the ground, her entire body filled with melancholy and reluctance.
Unbeknownst to her, everyone had already left. No matter how conflicted the Stormwind brothers were, they could only look at Tyrande's back, which seemed to be trembling from crying, and left with a long sigh.
Only she and Elune's incarnation were left on the balcony.
"Child! Have you thought it through? This is ten thousand years of loneliness … As long as you are willing to turn back … "
Tyrande suddenly stood up.
Her blue hair danced in the wind, and she gently combed it with her fingers. Feeling the aura of fate flowing in the wind, her long and elegant silver eyes seemed to see through time and space, seeing ten thousand years in the future …
Tyrande suddenly smiled. "Perhaps, my first encounter with him was definitely a prank by the Goddess of Fate. But don't you think that my ten thousand years of loneliness in exchange for ten thousand years of peace in Azeroth is too worth it? "
"Child …"
Tyrande suddenly turned back, her beautiful face filled with determination. "At first, I was helpless. But later, that was my choice! Since I chose a great hero who could fight against the Burning Legion … Hmph! A mere ten thousand years is nothing! "
Was it anger?
Self-mockery?
Perseverance?
Or stubbornness?
Not to mention Elune, even Tyrande herself did not know if she could really persevere with this slightly twisted emotion for ten thousand years …
On the other side, Duque returned, also with melancholy.
Perhaps, after the War of the Ancients, history would develop like the original version. For example, Illidan would once again build the Well of Eternity, and then the World Tree Nordrassil would be planted, followed by the Naga's reproduction and revenge …
But Duque was thinking about something else.
The figures of the five turned into streams of light, traveling at high speed in the long river of history. At this moment, a ray of bronze light suddenly crashed into Duque.
This scene was so inconceivable. It was as if a sharpshooter had shot a flying arrow from the opposite side in a manner that allowed him to reach his target first.
The bronze light knocked Duque out of the fixed space-time orbit.
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