Duque felt a little guilty towards an honest man like Malfurion.
"Sh * t …" Tyrande raised her right hand, as if she wanted to ask him to stay or say something, but in the end, she lowered her arm dejectedly.
In this life, she and the Stormrage Brothers were childhood friends, but fate had made her miss the two brothers.
She snuggled into Duque's arms. "Hey! Duque. "
"Hmm?"
"After discussing with me, Goddess Elune announced that Shandris will be the next Saintess of the Elune Sisterhood. She also gave her blessings to you and me in the entire Elune Sisterhood … When you become a true god, I will serve you. "
"I see. That's great!" Duque finally understood why the elves would react this way when Tyrande announced their relationship.
Speaking of which, did Elune notice something?
The Cataclysm was a huge blow to the old world, and the ecology of the entire planet was severely affected. But staying the same meant that everything had to follow the prescribed order. Earth-shattering changes often brought destruction, but they also meant the arrival of a huge opportunity.
As one of the few true gods in this world, Elune definitely knew something.
Did the planet's consciousness finally open a VIP channel for the guardians to rapidly increase their power?
Or was it some other opportunity?
Otherwise, there was no way to explain why Elune would reveal the agreement they had made a long time ago. After all, a high priestess who was in love would definitely weaken the holy light on her body, and it would not be beneficial for Tyrande to continue ruling the Night Elves.
Announcing Shandris as the Saintess at this time was a classic example of letting Shandris take over.
Duque shook his head to get these questions out of his mind.
Elune was mysterious. She did not look for him directly, which meant that she was not willing to tell him. There was no point in looking for her.
Duque decided to focus on this battle.
To be honest, the early stage was really small.
Because the space was unstable, the fire elementals that could rush out were the lowest level ones. How low were they?
Only an Earth Mage's Frost Arrow could deal with it with 'biu, biu, biu'.
Elemental creatures were best dealt with with elements.
The Fire Elementals didn't have a physical body, so the Elven Sentinels and Archers could only watch.
Of course, Duke would not let them fight back. Almost every elf was equipped with Dalaran's enchanted arrows and weapons, such as [Ice Weapon] and the like.
These weapons that used the ice element to deal damage to fire elemental creatures could indeed give mortals a chance to kill elemental creatures, but enchantments were simply too expensive.
[Icy Weapon], which had a slight deceleration effect, would cost about 50 gold coins. Moreover, this was the real world, so the effects of the enchantment would not be the same. If he used it too harshly, the Frost Element would be consumed faster than the Miniature Magic Array would absorb it. The Enchantment might break.
Therefore, the first round of resistance against the invasion of the fire elements became Pharaoh's task.
No, it should be called a paradise for low-level Mages.
With Duque's ten years of emphasis on wizard education and the fact that the Weave had greatly reduced the difficulty for apprentices to become official wizards, the Alliance's pool of talented wizards was considerable.
Unfortunately, there were not many opportunities for the mages to practice.
How could there be so many live targets in the Dalajan?
Most of the monsters in the wild were scattered. Sometimes, they could not find a suitable target even if they ran all over the place. Either they were not strong or weak, or they were simply too strong and could not beat them.
How could it be like now, where all the weakest fire elementals came out?
In the game, this was a batch of level-10 to level-20 fire elementals.
The Dalajan Pharaoh was energized.
"Where are the Earth Mages? Gather all the Earth Mages to practice! Sky Mages are on standby! Morning Star Mages are ready to support! "Kael 'thas ordered.
Hence, no less than 20,000 Earth Mages and even high-ranked apprentices rushed to the various defensive lines of Mount Hyjal to help the Night Elves resist the invasion of the fire elementals.
"Don't worry about magic! As long as you can sense the Weave and sign the treaty, there will definitely be enough ice elementals! Look at your spiritual force! If you feel dizzy, stop immediately! "The mentors instructed their students.
From the west to the east, the sound of ice arrows being shot could be heard everywhere on the battlefront that was almost a hundred kilometers long.
"Prediction! Prediction of where to move! Fire elemental creatures are not targets that just stand there and wait for you to hit them. You have to predict their speed and direction, and prepare for the attack! "
"Damn it! If this was the era without the Weave, you would not have had the chance to become official Mages! "
"You are the worst batch of students I have ever taught!"
The ancient and conservative Night Elves had never seen such an awesome large-scale actual combat exercise before. Towards the end, even the Cenarion Circle could not sit still.
Malfurion wrote a large number of words: Given that the new generation of Druids are obsessed with spiritual training, their actual combat ability is too poor. All the low-ranked Druids were pulled into actual combat exercises.
As a result, there were scenes of low-level druids playing with [Star Fire] and [Moon Fire] in every camp.
The spatial fusion continued.
When the fire elementals rushing out of the Land of Fire started to appear in the mid-ranked, Duque added Sky Mages.
Low-ranked against low-ranked, mid-ranked against mid-ranked.
Practice! Continue practicing! Even if lives are lost, practice!
If they did not practice today, they would have to use up a large number of lives in the future. It was very likely that only one out of a hundred could become a high-ranked Mage.
While the Alliance was playing Pharaoh, the Tribe was also launching an attack on the Twilight Fortress in the Great Rift Valley.
Frankly speaking, the situation was not optimistic.
The Tribe was also seriously biased, almost all of them were butcher teams. Not to mention Pharaoh, they did not even have many long-range Mages.
In the face of the Twilight Dragon army that constantly dived and bombed, or dived and spat dragon breath, the Tribe could not come up with any good ideas.
In addition to relying on the Trolls' spears and the Troll Hunters' shooting, the more reliable thing was the Goblin Cannons.
A certain Rustwater Conglomerate's Prince of Trade really put in a lot of effort this time, pulling out hundreds of Goblin Cannons. They were not high-level goods, but black gunpowder cannons that had been abandoned by the Alliance.
And they were f * cking breeches.
Any officer in the Alliance would probably burst out laughing if he saw this.
Breeches and grapeshot were the most effective anti-air firepower.
In fact, it was only effective against the underage Twilight Dragons. Most of the real adult Twilight Dragons were transferred away by Neltharion, which avoided the embarrassment of the Tribe.
Every time the grapeshot shot down a young Twilight Dragon, the Tribe would burst into enthusiastic cheers.
Of course, there would be a group of muscular men who would run to the ground to be Dragon Slayers.
Except for the Brainless Roar, several of the Tribe's big shots were sighing behind their backs.
"Is Duque willing to help?" Kane asked.
Wokin was dispirited, "He replied with four words — 'None of my business'!"
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