Am I … scared?
Duque looked at his empty right hand. When he didn't use [Song of Light and Shadow], Duque always left his right hand empty.
Ever since he arrived in Azeroth more than 20 years ago, that hand hadn't changed much.
Maybe it was just a little bit bigger.
He went from an ignorant wizard apprentice to a demigod step by step. His experience was enough to write a novel of more than three million words.
At this moment, fierce battles were still going on around him, but in Duque's vision, everything was still hazy no matter how he looked around. There were only moving shadows.
Duque knew that it was an illusion, but he couldn't help but call out, "Aurelia!"
Yes!
Aurelia was the most special person for Duque. This sexy, elegant, and noble elf was an epic of Azeroth.
For some reason, Duque felt lost. He called out Aurelia's name, hoping to see the elf stay by his side as usual.
But the surroundings were still hazy. The people around him all had lively faces and rich expressions, but in Duque's mind, their faces were all marked as blank.
"Windlesha?!"
Duke stretched out his right hand in vain to grab it, but he caught nothing. The beautiful figure of the female elf in front of him was just an illusion.
In his vision, the scenery changed. Duque suddenly found himself in the infinite void of space. The planet Azeroth below him was equally hazy and moving away at a high speed.
Then, he felt that his body was being pulled into a thousand-meter-long rope.
Was he being dragged into a black hole?
Or was he teleported?
He was constantly being dragged into the deepest part of the universe, and he felt like he was falling. The illusion of weightlessness caused Duke to feel panic that he had not felt in a long time. This feeling made him feel like he was suffocating, and even the last drop of air in his lungs was being squeezed out and squeezed out of his throat.
"Ah!" Duque woke up abruptly. He opened his eyes and saw his right hand reaching out randomly. His angry palm was still in a groping position. Obviously, it was destined to touch nothing.
Duque could clearly feel Sala's gaze — Yogg-Saron was already staring at him.
Perhaps, as the commander of the Alliance and the leader of the allied forces, he was the favorite prey of the Ancient Gods.
A chill came over him. It was as if he had been tied up and placed in front of a thousand mouths full of fangs. He had an ominous premonition that he would be thrown into the mouths at any time and die without a burial.
For a moment, Duque thought of giving up.
"I don't have to enter those dreams!"
"It's more beneficial for the Alliance Army if I'm overseeing the situation from the outside."
"Even if I don't do anything now, this powerful team will still win …"
Duque's own voice resounded in his spirit sea one after another. There were piles and piles of high-sounding excuses.
Duque almost convinced himself.
At this moment, Duque saw a beautiful and valiant female figure leading the charge.
"Duque, I'll go first!"
Sylvanas, the second sister of the Windrunner family who was still slightly immature, had now carried the banner of the elves. Now that she was the Queen of the Blood Elves, she had obviously thrown away all her confusion.
Duque noticed that the moment she came into contact with the spiritual energy mass, the mist of the dream suddenly cleared up. That was … the day of the betrayal of the Sun King Anastrian!
Yes! That's right! For the High Elves of this generation, this was the deepest pain in the hearts of all the elves! Their king had betrayed their own people!
Could Sylvanas deal with the nightmares inside?
The question had only just arisen in Duque's mind, but it was immediately dispelled by Duque. A voice in his heart clearly told him — if it was Queen Sylvanas, there would definitely be no problem.
Another person entered the dream. She didn't do it of her own accord. It was more like she was forcefully pulled in by a ball of nightmare energy. Onyxia. Duque saw with his own eyes that it was Yogsaron who threw a ball of nightmare energy onto her dragon tail. Almost at the instant she touched the dream substance, Onyxia uncontrollably turned into a human form and was pulled into the dream.
The third to enter was Tirion. The fourth was Vashj.
Duque didn't know if there was some kind of inevitability here, or if there was some kind of special direction.
He only knew that Yogsaron didn't want to talk to him, and threw a ball of dream energy at him.
At this moment, Duque had the chance to dodge.
He gave up and dodged.
Because other than this stage, there was still a third stage. Duque couldn't imagine that if he retreated here, he would be targeted by Yogsaron in the third stage and be attacked by mental control skills.
"Commander Magni!" Before entering the dream, Duque made this decision.
"Alright!" Magni clenched his teeth.
The light in front of him grew brighter, and that blurry mirage swallowed Duque whole.
Duque disappeared, disappeared from the real world, and entered the dream within the space-time gap …
A red sun was falling obliquely on the Isle of Quel 'Danas in the west. The afterglow of the setting sun was like an eternal golden light above the Sunwell, dyeing half of the sky into a golden red haze.
Under this twilight, a team of rangers rode chocobos, escorting a convoy of trucks along the coastline towards the revived Silverymoon City.
Cirvanas rode her chocobo at the front of the team, advancing along the crescent-shaped beach that had been washed out by the seawater. Her shadow was dragged out by the setting sun, forming a slightly hunched silhouette on the sandy and slippery beach.
Cirvanas raised her head to look at Silverymoon City in the distance. This majestic city that had been revived once again was her greatest pride.
For it to prosper, she had put in five thousand years of effort.
In this city by the sea, there were countless magic towers that towered into the clouds. They were neatly arranged, pointing to the sky and the vast universe.
A series of chocobo claws scratched the ground behind her.
Cirvanas suddenly turned back, and her aged silhouette was reflected in the shiny armor of the arcane puppet beside her.
"Ah! So I'm already very old! "
Yes, five thousand years had passed since the Sun King Anastrian had betrayed the elves. When the elves returned to a peaceful life, their worship of magic rose once more. The representatives were the wizards, led by Kael 'thas, who had raised their heads once more.
"Your Majesty, Kael 'thas has raised the flag of rebellion! He and the New Silverymoon Council have rebelled! " Haduron Brightwing, who had hurried over, was also old and clumsy. The half of his body that had been burned by the fire was a ghastly sight.
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