The relationship between William and Goldring was f * cking messed up.
With the bloodline of the Wrynn Family, it was already a blessing for him to be able to become a Legendary Hero.
Goldring's soul fragment definitely played a big part in William's current battle prowess.
But William couldn't possibly return to his roots and become a Werewolf just because of that!
That was why he was stuck in a dilemma.
It was impossible for William to return the soul fragment. Duque had long discovered that Goldring's werewolf soul had merged perfectly with the violent version of William. At the same time, the cowardly version of William's soul represented the inheritance of the Wrynn Family.
Sometimes, Duque even had the evil thought of asking Onyxia to come over and split William into two again. One would be a demigod Wolf Prince and lead the Werewolves. The other would be the King of Stormwind and continue to lead Stormwind.
Of course, this was just a thought. If he really did that, there would be nothing left for the old Wolf King Gene. And the Stormwind Kingdom would also become a weak chicken, unable to recover from this setback.
Duque shamelessly brought out beach chairs, popcorn, and other snacks. Together with Tyrande and the rest, they watched the wolf and man vent their dissatisfaction and energy.
Overall, William was at a disadvantage.
Even though William trained himself to be very strong, the limits of a mortal were clear.
As long as he didn't cross the boundary of the Divine Realm, his physical endurance was limited. Wolves were originally a race with good endurance. In order to hunt, they could chase their prey day and night without rest. Moreover, Duque's [Deceleration Spell] didn't weaken Goldring's physique.
They fought and roared along the way.
Goldring seemed to be stubborn. He preached along the way, bragging about his glorious history in ancient times. In general, it was that his papa was very powerful, that he was invincible in the wilderness of ancient Kalimdor, that he had beaten up demons, and that he was the vanguard of the God of the Wilderness.
At first, Valila and Broll were quite nervous. Later, when they realized that William was at a disadvantage due to his lack of stamina, the shameless Blood Elf thief suggested that Duque continue to whittle away at Goldring's strength.
Duque rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just ask me to kill the Wolf God?"
The Wolf Deity could accept "fairness," but he absolutely could not accept being oppressed. Any more and he would fall out with them.
In the end, it was Goldring who felt bored.
"I'm done! I'm not fighting anymore! I'll go back and think about how to teach your stone-headed son a lesson. "
"I'm not your son!" William rebuked the Wolf God.
"If I say you are, then you are!"
"I'm not!"
…
The story between the Wolf God and Varian was more like a small interlude.
As the Land of Fire began to fuse completely with Azeroth, no matter how eager he was to find his son, Goldrinn had no choice but to put aside his personal affairs and enter a state of battle.
"Woah! Huo! Whoa! "
Looking from the northern foothills of Mount Hyjal to the southern foothills, every elf could see the sky filled with fire meteors falling in all directions.
However, these terrifying fireballs grew larger and larger. When they flew closer to the northern foothills, they suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it was an illusion.
"It's not an illusion! When the space of the Land of Fire fuses with Azeroth, these fireballs will really fly over, "Duque said with certainty.
Over the past few days, even when the Night Elves' sentinels were on break duty, they looked nervously at the World of Fire in the south that was getting bigger and bigger.
The only thing that could give them comfort was the flying city of Dalajan, which was hovering above the western side of Mount Hyjal.
The Alliance was as reliable as ever.
They had sent their city of wizards, and Duque was personally in charge.
Only the elements could resist the elements. This was already the strongest combat force that the Alliance could send out.
On this day, the direction of the wind changed, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the south.
Some sentinels were already screaming.
"Fire!"
"The fire is coming!"
"The flames in the southern foothills are spreading towards us!"
Countless elves were alarmed. They rushed out and saw a strange scene that they would never forget in their lives —
That was the true meaning of a prairie fire.
Countless balls of fire seemed to spread endlessly towards the north, like the light of the rising sun chasing away the darkness.
Even though Duque had ordered the Alliance to use bulldozers and logging equipment to chop down a large number of trees, forcibly opening up a fire belt that was more than a kilometer wide between the southern and northern foothills, the fire was still spreading unreasonably.
The fire continued to spread unreasonably. With a crackling sound, it spread across the mountainous area that was already devoid of green, devouring everything in its path.
The short tree stumps became torches, and the scorched land that had already been stripped of grass was still burning, burning away all the nutrients and nutrients inside.
Then, the sea of fire passed through the fire belt and burned into the dense sea of trees at the northern foothills of Mount Hyjal.
The towering trees fell one after another, and countless leaves were ignited. They fell from the branches, and before they could fall to the ground, they were already burned into ashes in midair.
Countless sparks were swept up into the sky by the surging flames, and soon, a larger area of the forest was set ablaze, and the cycle started again.
"No!"
"Our forest!"
"Heavens, how is this any different from the Burning Legion?!"
The Night Elves wept. Their tears flew into the distance along with their hair that danced wildly in the wind.
Tyrande and Malfurion's faces were ashen. In the end, they could not revive the demigod Cenarius before the Land of Fire descended.
"We can only rely on Duque!" Malfurion said in a low voice.
"Yes." Tyrande looked up at the majestic magic city in the sky, and her gaze turned from unease to determination. "He has never disappointed me."
In the Dalajan, Duque sat in the largest mage tower in the city. It was a mage tower that the Dalajan had specially built for him, the demigod of the Weave.
Duque might not even be able to stay in the Dalajan for a day in a year. Since Duque had made the Dalajan and Naxxramas one of the three most important nodes of the Weave in Azeroth, he still had to build this mage tower properly.
Sitting on the highest floor of his mage tower, Duque sat on a chair that was connected to the entire Dalajan City through a magic formation.
In a sense, the Dalajan City was already Duque's private property, because the entire magic network of the city had been completely integrated into the Weave.
Duque gently raised his right hand, and his finger drew a line in the air.
"I said, this is the border!"
Duque's seemingly simple whisper was clearly heard by every Dalajan mage. Even Kael 'thas, who was waiting by Duque's side, could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
The entire Dalajan City lit up.
The muzzle of the main cannon that had not been used for a long time suddenly lit up.
It was not the bombardment of the main magic cannon, but it was better than the full power of the main cannon.
The purple light that shot out from the muzzle easily tore the earth apart.
From west to east, the entire Mount Hyjal was divided into two parts, north and south.
It was a terrifying move that ended the surging of the elements, like a wall separating the earth from the earth.
All the flames were isolated for no reason.
They tumbled and surged, surging and surging. They even seemed to endlessly sweep high into the sky, wanting to break through the clouds and reach the horizon.
In the end … not a single flame could surpass the boundary that Duque had drawn.
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