The war that spread across the entire planet of Azeroth was still ongoing.
War had now become the only main theme of this planet that had been plagued by disasters for decades.
In every corner of the planet, the generals of the Alliance were commanding large fleets to fight against the demons of the Burning Legion.
But at this time, the leaders of the Alliance, who were supposed to be the backbone of the various kingdoms and armies, were not in the mood to command.
The wind blew from the west of the Endless Sea. On the broken islands that had been ravaged by the flames of war, the forest rustled softly. On Naxxramas, which was not far behind the frontline of the battle, the wind seemed to be telling something to the leaders.
The leaders were waiting, eager to hear the voice of fate. Unfortunately, the voice of fate was too vague and elusive.
Everyone could only sigh from time to time, waiting for the final result.
"Duque, how dare you! That's Aman 'Sur! " Old Gene smiled bitterly. "Maybe I'm really old. If it were me, I would probably agree to the Pantheon's deployment unconditionally."
This was normal. Young people were more spirited. When one was old, their edges would be smoothed out by cruel reality. It was easier for them to seek stability and a high probability of winning.
William said firmly, "He's Duke Marcus! The man who led the Alliance to prosperity. I believed in him before, I believe now, and I will never doubt him in the future! "
On the other side, Valen's soul was also teaching Imriel. "Do you see? That's a leader. It doesn't matter if he's supreme or not, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have to take responsibility for his decisions. As a leader, you must remember that your decision can affect the fate of countless people. Countless people live because of you, and countless people may die because of you. It all depends on your decision. "
Imriel was a little distressed. "It's too difficult to make a decision of that level. After all, it's the Pantheon … "
Valen was also emotional. "Yes! Even I wouldn't dare to force the Pantheon to that extent for the people of Azeroth, even though it might give us the best conditions … "
"Yes!" Hoof nodded vigorously.
"To become a leader like Duque, you need talent, hard work, and even more so, some experiences that cannot be replicated. I have no intention of forcing you to reach the level of Duque. I just want to say that there are many paths in this world, and not all of them lead to hardship. "
"Uh, mentor, you mean …"
It was rare for Valen to be so frivolous. "Actually, your relationship with Duke has already helped Delaney a lot."
"Tutor —" The hoof was anxious and blushed.
The group of Queens, on the other hand, had their hearts on Duke.
In Lordaeron, Queen Kalia looked at her daughter, Emily, who was happily playing in the garden while looking back at the magic mirror from time to time.
"I really want to know how the negotiation went!" Kalia sighed.
In another image, Illucia was also holding her cheeks. "Hmm, it's fine as long as Duque doesn't anger the Pantheon Titan."
Queen Sylvie laughed. "How is that possible? If he didn't do something, he wouldn't be Duque."
Jaina laughed as well. "But he has never let us down, has he?"
On the other side, carrying the hopes of his women, the leaders and soldiers of the Alliance, and the hopes of billions of people in Azeroth, Duque and Aman 'sur began to have a frank conversation.
"Before I tell you my plan, I'll first state the request of the people of Azeroth."
"Go ahead," Aman 'sur replied calmly. In fact, he was already prepared for the Pantheon to bleed.
Unexpectedly, Duque did not demand an exorbitant price.
"Whether it's me or the people of Azeroth, we don't have the intention of dominating the universe. It's enough to be able to live freely on Planet Azeroth. If we can destroy the Burning Legion this time, we only need the Pantheon to guarantee this. "
"Yes! Unless it's to destroy demons and evil forces targeting Azeroth, the army of the people of Azeroth will not step out of the planet. It was like this in the past, and it will be like this in the future. After this war, the glory of the Pantheon will once again shine in the universe. Even Azeroth can continue to be a name, claiming to be under the jurisdiction of the Pantheon. "
"If Azeroth becomes the new Titan of the Pantheon in the future, then I hope that she can leave a seed of life for this planet, to ensure that the planet will not wither and be destroyed because of the loss of the Star Soul and Core."
"Oh?" The Titans had their own secret way of communicating. They all felt that Duque really … had no desires!
"You only want this much?" Iona felt that it was a little unbelievable.
"If you're talking about the future, yes! This is enough for the people of Azeroth. But in this war, we mortals need the support of the Pantheon. "Duque's words were sonorous and forceful.
"There's no need to discuss this. As long as we can destroy the Burning Legion, the Pantheon will spare no effort. Tell us your plan, "Norganon said.
Duque smiled. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I once traveled back to Azeroth 10,000 years ago and blew up Sargeras's nest in the Twisting Nether during the Battle of the Ancients. This led to an unexpected result … "
As Duque spoke, the Titans' expressions finally changed.
A hint of surprise flashed in Aman 'sur's eyes. He couldn't help but take out the Pantheon Scepter from the void. The circles of golden Titan runes on the scepter lit up.
The air in the Pantheon was filled with an excited atmosphere.
The Titans' hearts became excited because of a mortal's proposal.
At that moment, the cosmic wind that blew past the Pantheon started to grow stronger.
"Ah! The wind of the stars … "Aman 'sur said silently in his heart.
It had been twenty-five thousand years, and the Titans had been hiding in this secret place. They didn't take revenge or fight back. They silently watched as their creations and guardians were defeated by the Burning Legion one by one.
The reason why Aman 'sur made such a decision was because he couldn't see any hope …
A grand battle couldn't save the Pantheon Temple and this world.
Had twenty-five thousand years really erased the hatred and pain?
No!
Definitely not —
Revenge for a vile person would never be late.
It was never too late for the Titans to take revenge.
Aman 'sur had been waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But he didn't expect this opportunity to be created by a weak mortal in his eyes.
Countless existences had proposed plans to defeat the Burning Legion to him.
In fact, every plan he heard before was based on a lot of speculation and even imagination. Those fellows didn't even know what Sargeras' Achilles' heel was, yet they were spouting nonsense, thinking that they could win this war with their meager forces and the few remaining underlings of the Pantheon.
Duque was different. He was reasonable and had evidence!
He had to admit defeat!
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