This was the faith that mortals had towards the light!
The young man named Duque, his country, and his companions had unknowingly surpassed Thoradin The Great, who had been revered as a saint for 2,800 years because he had teamed up with the High Elves to expel the trolls. He had walked to the forefront of the era.
Magni sighed. "If the many living beings in Azeroth could survive, perhaps the name Duke Marcus would become an eternal legend …"
William happened to be running near Magni, and suddenly asked, "Uncle Magni, can I really become a great leader like Uncle Marcus in the future?"
Magni laughed. In his God's Descent state, he ran with big strides and laughed heartily. "Silly boy. There is only one Duke Marcus, and there is only one William Wrynn. Moreover, mortals are mortals, and gods are gods. Before you have the ability to step into the divine realm, why do you care so much? You're just asking for trouble. "
William was stunned. Suddenly, the confusion that had been stuck in his heart for a long time was solved.
Yes, every existence in the world was unique. No one would be a degraded copy of another.
William was William. As long as he did his best and had a clear conscience, it would be fine.
Moreover, if the gap was too big, he would lose the heart to catch up.
Mortals were destined to … look up to the divine realm!
On the other side, Thrall, who had been saved, looked at Duque with an incomparably complicated expression. Logically speaking, he should hate Duque. It was precisely because of this man's incomparably outstanding and even era-transcending wisdom that led to the defeat of the old tribe and caused hundreds of thousands of Orcs to become slaves.
He, who hadn't personally participated in the Battle of the Dark Portal and World War II, could shout "Orcs will never be slaves!" without hesitation. This heroic statement might be praised by the tribe for thousands of years, but he couldn't say half a sentence like "Duque, I hate you!"
Resentment?
Perhaps!
But at this moment, there was more admiration.
While running, Thrall's mouth that was full of fangs squirmed for a long time before he asked, "Why?"
"Do you think it's because we are true allies? Did we swear to protect each other? Or do you mean that I'm a good person, a great saint? "Duque smiled.
"Neither!" Thrall suddenly gritted his teeth, "Orgrim told me! You had personally ordered assassins to assassinate me when I was still a baby! He's just a weak baby! "
For a moment, the experts on both sides almost suspected that Sal was going to fight with Duque.
Duque's tone changed, and his words became sonorous. "I never intended to deny it. At that time, a completely destroyed tribe was more beneficial to the Alliance. If I was in power at that time, I would have slaughtered all the captives of the tribe, just like how the tribe slaughtered all the civilians in every human village in the Elven Forest. "
The air suddenly froze.
Sal did not know how to continue.
At this moment, Duque's facial muscles suddenly softened. "But that's all in the past. The current relationship between the Alliance and the Horde had nothing to do with justice, pity, or hatred. Allies? The benevolence of a saint? Sorry, of course I won't say such superficial words. If you have to ask me for an answer, I will tell you that this is the need of the world. "
"The need of the world …" Sal was a little confused.
"Don't worry! If I choose to attack the Horde one day, it will be because the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde cannot be reconciled, and I will do it at least three days after the Horde receives the official declaration of war. Perhaps one day in the future, I will kill you, and perhaps you will kill me. In this world where even the Titans, who are known as gods, can fall, nothing is immortal. "
Duque's words were shocking!
Not only Sal, but all the experts of the Alliance and the Horde around him lost the ability to speak.
"Please remember! You and I may fight each other and die a violent death. The forces you and I represent may tear up the alliance and become enemies! But — not today! "
Yes, not yesterday!
Maybe tomorrow!
But not today!
"Not today!" This sentence itself contained a mysterious attitude. An attitude that could make both sides feel relieved.
Maybe tomorrow they would become mortal enemies again, but not today.
Maybe tomorrow they would perish, but not today.
There might be a lot of bad luck and misfortune in the future, but definitely not today!
Today was destined to be a memorable day for mortals.
Because today would be a great victory day for mortals and demigods.
Because today would be the day of victory for the allied forces of many races to overthrow the dark ancient evil god C 'Thun.
Sarl laughed loudly and waved the burning [Hammer of Destruction]. "Hahaha! Duke Marcus! I admire you — let's go together! Kill this disgusting guy! "
Duque also smiled and waved the spinning golden sword in his hand, "Haha! Sal, I also admire you, and I used to want to kill you. But … "
Not only Sal and Duque, but even the experts of the Alliance and the Horde who heard the conversation between the two big shots shouted in unison!
"Not today —"
When C 'Thun's [Dark Flash] drew a 180-degree arc and stopped helplessly without any success, the experts of the Alliance and the Horde burst out with the greatest enthusiasm and combat power, bravely pouncing on their targets.
The space that could be moved around shrank once again.
The four Dragon Aspects and a slightly smaller Black Dragon, with C 'Thun as the center, occupied an average of five directions.
Duque's words were also heard by the four Dragon Aspects.
Alexstrasza and Ysera nodded at Duque. They agreed with his words. Nozdormu was deep in thought, only Malygos was still unhappy.
"Perhaps in the future, it will be difficult for so many Dragon Aspects to gather together to deal with the ultimate evil. Regardless of whether we have conflicts with each other, I still want to say — not today! "
Yes, today was a day to work together.
Tomorrow's conflicts would be dealt with tomorrow.
Malygos spat fiercely and finally nodded at Alexstrasza.
Every battlefield in the hall was ignored by the dragons and Duque, and all the tentacles were left to the mortals to deal with.
Only the heads of the dragons were left.
The dragon's head was ferocious and uneven, the dragon's eyes emitted a blazing light, and the fangs that were slightly exposed were glowing fiercely.
The entire dragon's mental network was dead silent, as if the world had come to a standstill at this moment. It made others hallucinate, as if these huge dragons were just sculptures or decorations.
All the distracting thoughts eventually returned to nothingness, and the soft breathing sound of the dragons spread like ripples. Unknowingly, every dragon's breath came together.
The same frequency, the same weight.
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