Endless yellow sand and incessant gusts of wind.
Standing on top of a sandstone peak in Silithus, Tyrande, who was standing beside Duque, combed her dark blue hair. Even so, she could not stop the wind from blowing her hair like willow branches.
The few strands of silver hair in front of her forehead added a mysterious aura to her blue hair.
At this time, Gavin Rad came up to Duque and wagged his tail. "Boss, if I free the poor Wind Prince, will he reward me with the Divine Weapon?"
Although Duque wanted to say yes, he knew what was going to happen next.
"A lonely and pained soul, imprisoned for 25,000 years. No one knows what will happen during this time. This is why I gathered so many strong people, in case … "
Feeling the seriousness in Duque's voice, Gavin Rad also realized that what was going to happen next might not be as good as he thought. "Oh, alright, if this is my fate, I will accept it!"
From being frivolous and excited to being serious, Gavin Rad's transition was so skillful. Indeed, even the most unreliable Gavin Rad had matured!
Gavin Rad turned around and ran down to prepare.
Suddenly, Tyrande secretly held onto Duque's hand.
"Sorry, Duque, I suddenly thought of Illidan."
They were both deeply in love, but it seemed like Illidan and Prince Thunderaan did not have a good ending!
One was imprisoned for 10,000 years, then fell to the path of demons.
The other was imprisoned for 25,000 years, and in the end …
Tyrande did not dare to continue imagining, afraid that she would recall the past.
She had once used herself as a sacrifice and burned herself to be with Duke, but she was shocked to find that the situation had reversed. The darkest evil could very well be the brightest light, and when she finally thought that she could enjoy this legendary happiness, she found that she had no choice but to face a separation of ten thousand years.
If not for the busy family affairs, she might have gone crazy.
She did not dare to imagine what would happen to Thunderaan, who had once loved her deeply.
"Duque! Hug me … "Tyrande murmured.
This had nothing to do with lust. It was purely a spiritual need.
Duque conjured an illusion of him and Tyrande, before hugging the priestess who always appeared strong, holy, and otherworldly, using his lips to nourish her fragile heart that was like a candle flickering in the wind.
After a long while.
"Do you feel much better?"
"Yes." Tyrande nodded. "However, please do not leave us again. I hope you will remember that you are not fighting alone."
When Duque brought Tyrande down the stairs, he found himself surrounded by a large group of queens: Sylvanas, Kalia, Illucia, Jaina, and Windrunner's eldest and third sisters.
Perhaps they had all sorts of thoughts, but it was clear that everyone had the same goal — for the future of the Alliance, and for everyone's future …
On the specially selected open plains, the insect-type monsters that were originally wandering here had long been cleared by the professional teams of the Alliance.
Within 10 miles, apart from the Alliance's experts, there was no one else.
Duque nodded at Gavinrad.
When Gavinrad brought the left and right halves of the [Skull of the Wind Chaser's Imprisonment] and the [Essence of the Flame King] that he dug out from Ragnaros' doppelganger, he walked in front of the old human Demitrian who worshipped Prince Thunderaan. Demitrian's tears flowed down his face.
This white-haired human fanatic knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Ah! You have found your master's cage! "
"The long-cherished wish of many generations … I have been waiting for this day for a long time. My wish can finally come true. "
"You must free my master! Now! Immediately! "
Demitrian's ecstasy was a stark contrast to the indifference of the experts around him.
Duque was a fraud. Duque clearly wanted everyone to prepare for a fight. That battle was definitely unavoidable.
Especially after the Feather Moon General Shandris secretly told everyone the story of Illidan, no one had any hope for Prince Thunderaan.
Everyone watched calmly. Demitrian, this fanatic who worshipped the wind element, chanted an incantation that outsiders did not understand, and easily caused the atmosphere to shake.
"Bang!" It was as if a large bomb exploded less than three meters in the sky above Demitrian.
The dust that was stirred up filled the sky, and along with the strong wind, it dispersed like a shockwave.
"Bang –" Another shockwave. If it hit someone's eyes, it would definitely blind them.
The people here were all powerful people who could easily shoot down flying arrows at their peak state.
Especially the fully armed warriors and paladins standing in the front row. As long as they paid attention to not let the stones hit their eyes, normal flying stones would not be able to hurt them at all.
A few thieves and paladins were even more exaggerated. With super high agility and dynamic vision, most of them waved their daggers non-stop, easily knocking away the flying stones and protecting the healers at the back.
Duque did not activate the [Ice Barrier]. He calmly watched the airflow swirling in mid-air, forming a huge half-human figure.
Prince Thunderaan appeared. He had a body that emitted white light. The lower half of his body was a spinning tornado, and the upper half of his body was a standard human figure.
The sturdy armor wrapped around his huge body, and the four sharp spikes on his shoulder armor were very eye-catching. Two layers of overlapping petal-shaped armor protected his shoulders very well, and the silver-white arm armor emitted powerful wind elemental waves.
"Ahhhhhh –" Without words, the Wind Prince, who was more than ten stories tall, almost cut his fanatic, Demitrian, in half.
"Clang!"
A loud sound of metal clashing almost broke the eardrums of the surrounding people.
After inheriting Mograine's [Ashbringer], Tirion Fordring used this godly sword that belonged to him for the first time today, and swung it for the first time.
The bright golden light and the wind of the Wind Prince, who had been imprisoned for twenty-five thousand years, were evenly matched.
In the distance, two figures in armor watched this scene. Suddenly, one of them felt sad, and two lines of old tears rolled down his face. He murmured, "As expected … handing it over to Tirion was the right choice."
The other person patted his shoulder. "Alexandros, we are all old. It is time to pass the burden to the next generation. Until the last moment of the world's destruction, there is no place for us old fellows to appear. "
"Yes! We should learn from Lothar. If we do not take over the position, it will only hinder the growth of the next generation. "
No one expected that after today, the two great marshals of the Alliance, Mograine and Abbendis, would hand over their military power at the same time, and go to the logistics department to train new soldiers. The Scarlet Crusade was taken over by Seidan Dathrohan. The military power of Lordaeron was handed over to Tirion Fordring.
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