Duque had a good dream.
He dreamt that he was rubbing himself between Tyrande's Mount Hyjal to his heart's content. Then, in a daze, Duque felt a sense of comfort, but also pain.
In this conflicted state, Duque woke up.
The first thing he saw was Tyrande's smooth, smooth, and fair thighs. Hmm, having a lap pillow was indeed one of life's greatest benefits.
Then, Duque saw a scene that made him break down …
Tyrande noticed that Duque had woken up and retracted her left hand at lightning speed.
Duque had an awkward expression. "Tyrande, what are you doing …"
"No, I …" Tyrande stammered for a few seconds before finally admitting her guilt. She looked like a child who had done something wrong. "You! Don't you always use your Duke Excalibur to make people hover between life and death? No matter how I say 'no', no matter how I beg for mercy, you won't let me go. It's rare to see such a cute sword today. I'm thinking if I can make your sword longer and tie a slipknot or something. If possible, I'd even like to try tying a bow. "
Tie … tie … a slipknot?
What kind of bloody bow is this!?
Uncle can tolerate this, but aunt can't!
Duque turned into the most ferocious wolf and wanted to pounce on Tyrande on the spot.
Just as Duque was about to make his move, Tyrande's eyes flickered. Her pure face and slightly mischievous expression merged together perfectly. She smiled and said, "Duque, although I don't mind, but …"
Duque was not afraid of anything except 'but'. Every time there was a 'but', there would always be trouble.
As expected, Duque heard a commotion.
Only then did Duque realize that the place where Tyrande had placed him was not far from the battlefield. It was only about 300 meters away.
The heroes of the Alliance dragged Garland's underlings, the Flame Oathmen, out of the cave and dealt with them one by one. Then, they killed Garland before Old Six's Shazzrah arrived.
Following that, the experts of the Alliance figured out Shazzrah's fighting style and patterns without anyone teaching them. The clamor just now was the cheers of this group of people celebrating their victory.
"Hahaha! Who!? Who else? Ragnaros, how many followers do you have? Let's do it all at once. Otherwise, I'll have to look for them one by one. " The arrogant Short King, Magni Bronzebeard, raised Shazzrah's head high and stood on the hill of earth elements formed after Jarl's death. He put on the posture of the king of the world and laughed non-stop!
"That's because your legs are too short to run," the masked female Thief Valeera said.
The King of Steel Furnace Fort's heart was petrified. No, his entire body was petrified. A gust of wind would blow him away.
The heroes of the Alliance were celebrating their victory.
The oldest among them, Mograine, sat on a large rock and panted heavily.
Tirion walked over with a smile. "How are you, Alexandros?"
"Very happy, very happy, but also a little tired. Sigh, time and tide wait for no man. "Mograine sighed.
"No, no, no. You can still fight for another ten years." Tirion waved his hand.
"What's the use of ten years if I can't use the power of Ashbringer," Mograine said meaningfully, "Duque told me that light and darkness are actually one. [Ashbringer] can also become [Fallen Ashbringer]. I don't want the Evil Slayer sword in my hand to become the plaything of evil forces one day. So, after we go back, or if something happens to me, this sword will be yours. "
Tirion felt like he was choking on his words.
How could a true martial artist not wish to have a divine weapon that he could use with his own hands?
Duque had [Gandalf, the legendary sword of the White Robed Sword Saint].
Turalyon had the royal sword [Quel 'Zaram].
Mograine had [Ashbringer].
Every godly sword had its own legendary story, which was sung by bards all over the world day and night.
As long as there were humans, their legends would continue to be passed down.
That was the supreme glory of a warrior.
As a noble Paladin, Tirion was envious, but not jealous. But when he heard that Mograine was going to pass the sword to him, his heart still failed to live up to his expectations and began to beat wildly.
That was excitement!
Not out of greed, but based on the excitement of being able to better destroy evil.
"Don't hesitate, and don't be ashamed. Your noble character and firm will are worthy of this divine weapon."
"Actually, you don't have to …" Just as Tirion was about to continue, Mograine raised his hand to stop him.
"Everyone's pursuit is different. Everyone has heard Duque's hint, but I feel that instead of pursuing a false eternity, it is better to live a wonderful life. I have enjoyed wealth, bathed in the glory of Lordaeron, fought against the deepest evil, and upheld the glory of Her Majesty the Queen. My only regret is that I could not raise my son to be the best Paladin, but I have no more regrets. "
Tirion was silent, listening to Mograine's almost monologue.
"I believe that the existence of Paladins should eulogize and uphold all that is good in the world. We do not demand perfection, but we must first do our best and set an example for the world. So as a human, birth, aging, sickness, and death are inevitable processes. I do not intend to go against the laws of nature. And the noble and pure Holy Light must also receive a better inheritance. "
With that, Mograine held the long hilt of [Ashbringer] with one hand and handed the second half of the hilt to Tirion.
Almost as soon as Tirion touched [Ashbringer], the sword bloomed with a dazzling golden light. That was proof that the divine sword recognized Tirion as its next master.
Everyone looked back, stunned, but also gratified.
Yes!
Birth, aging, sickness, and death!
The rise and fall of fate!
That was life!
At some point, everyone started applauding.
At the same time, before Duque had time to warm up with his woman, someone came to find him.
"Boss Duque, did you see something like this on the fire elemental leader?" The three Windrunner sisters, who were the fastest on this side, rushed to Duke's side. On the other side, Gavin Rad arrived.
In his hand was something that looked like half a skull of some creature. The wind and thunder aura lingering on it told everyone that it was no ordinary Epic equipment.
Duque reluctantly withdrew his claws from Tyrande's butt and coughed. "Damn you. Why do you want this sword? You're not the one carrying the big guy. "
"A sword?! A sword? "Gavin Rad's eyes lit up." Hahaha! This thing is destined to belong to me! If it's a sword, Magni would never want it. "
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