"Oh, what a rare guest. I didn't think that you, Duque, would actually come looking for me. But this is the Moon Goddess Church. " As soon as the host and guest were seated, Tyrande's dignified, flawless, and holy face blushed for a moment.
Act! Continue acting!
Sometimes, Duque felt sorry for the Night Elves. The spokesperson of the Goddess they believed in, the High Priestess Tyrande, had already been fed to the wolves in order to win the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. Her moral integrity had been crushed in the process of Duque's evil fantasies.
"Ahem!" Duque coughed dryly and put on a straight face. "I'm here to talk business."
"Oh?" Since Duque said it was business, Tyrande, who was dressed in priestess robes, immediately straightened her attitude and sat opposite Duque with her most flawless appearance. She raised her hand gently, her posture as elegant as a painting. "Commander, please speak your mind."
"It's about the War of the Ancients, the time I spent with you in Azshara's palace …"
Before Duque could finish, Tyrande's face, which she had put on a dignified expression with great difficulty, immediately turned red. "Damn it, you're still saying that you're not messing with me? I already said that this is the Moon Goddess Church. The Goddess will definitely pay attention to this place."
"No! I'm talking about Celaja! "Duque said firmly.
Tyrande's eyes widened, and there was some hesitation in them. After thinking about the latest reports from the Alliance, she immediately understood everything. "You suspect that Celaja is the current Vashj?"
"Yes!"
"Looks like you've made your choice."
"Indeed." Duque smiled bitterly.
He had no reason to fall out with Jaina just to subdue an unknown Celaja (Vashj).
"I understand. You're here to seek enlightenment."
"Perhaps. I'm someone who cherishes old friendships. If it's someone I don't know, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me. If necessary, I can easily destroy him. But old friends … "Duque stuttered.
He suddenly realized that being a leader was very painful, especially being the leader of the Alliance.
Or perhaps it was because the situations he faced in the past were always black and white.
Are you an anti-party?
If that's the case, I'll beat you to death.
You aren't going to go against the Alliance, right?
As long as you kill the Burning Legion with me, everything will be fine.
Duque could even forgive the Beastmen who had committed countless evil deeds, and he could ignore the existence of Orgrim and Anastrian. However, he felt uncomfortable killing a maidservant who had served him before.
Tyrande spoke softly, "The Moon Goddess, Elune, always taught us to look at problems from multiple perspectives. For example, although the Nagas and the Fel Orcs are our enemies, they are not truly evil. "
Tyrande's words shocked Duque. "If the other radicals in the Alliance were to find out what you said, you would probably be criticized by many, right?"
Tyrande smiled and continued, "Be it the Beastmen of the old tribes, the Fel Beastmen or the Naga, they are all Beastmen. They came to this world or Draenor to seek land in order to survive. Although to them, humans, the current Night Elves, and the Draenei are all enemies, their actions are not evil. Their desires are essentially good. Since they are good, one day, when they realize the destructiveness of the Burning Legion, they will take on important responsibilities in this world. "
This argument made Duque's jaw drop.
"As long as one is an intelligent being, there will be conflicts due to all sorts of conflicts, and the factors that differentiate them as friends or enemies are benefits and losses. It is a pity that we are now in such an extreme era, an era of despair where we cannot survive without the Burning Legion being destroyed. Be it the Moon Goddess or I, we are not willing to think of building an Alliance that only relies on strong combat power in such a situation. Because this will lead us to the path of evil. "
"At the end of the day, we are not united just to defeat our enemies. We are raising our weapons for our comrades, and even the future of the entire planet. So, if there is a chance, be it you or Jaina, learn to forgive! "
After Tyrande finished speaking, Duque was completely silent.
After a long time, Duque finally squeezed out a sentence, "Forgive …?"
Tyrande smiled, "After joining the Alliance, I have always heard people say that the prosperity and power of the Alliance today is forged through military force, the result of the great leader Duke Marcus's leadership … Is that true?"
"Not at all!" Duque was resolute, "I have never felt that the Alliance is solely due to my efforts. This is an Alliance forged from the dreams of countless people. Countless people abandoned their leisure, and invested their imagination, energy, and physical strength into it. A mere Duke Marcus can't build so many flying warships, tanks, and attack every inch of land in Azeroth and Draenor! "
Tyrande's smile became even wider, "Then I would like to ask, in the 2800 years of the rise of the human race, did no one fight against the Elves or Dwarves?"
Who didn't fight!
Where there are people, there is paste!
The violent Dwarves and Stormwind had a lot of friction, but after understanding each other, they became strong allies.
After hearing this, Duque finally understood what Tyrande meant.
"Alright, in the past, people told me that the priests were all charlatans, and I didn't believe them at first. Today, I have finally seen it for myself. You, you've been beating around the bush for so long. It seems like you've told me everything, but at the same time, you haven't. "
Tyrande smiled like a flower, "Hehe! You are a true demigod of Azeroth, you have no right to call me a charlatan! "
"Pfft!"
He was used to the thinking of mortals, and didn't have that many thoughts of being superior to the rest of the world.
"Alright, I understand what you and Elune are trying to say. As long as there is anger in your heart, let's fight. Until one side is done. After that, I, the guide, will have to deal with the aftermath! Oh please, this is a death grudge! "
Tyrande sat down and leaned on Duke, rubbing herself against him. "Duke Marcus — the only person in the Alliance who has the aura of a legend, the man who can always make the impossible possible, the partner of me, Jaina, and other outstanding women! This matter depends on you. If you can't do it beautifully, how can you think that you have the right to be loved by the seven noble ladies? "
"Alright, charlatan is right!" Duque replied impatiently.
"I really hope that one day, you, no, every race in the Alliance can create an ideal world without war … When that time comes, I won't have to work so hard, mediating disputes every day, and doing all sorts of things."
"Alright, I won't let you down."
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