Kill me, and I'll resurrect too!
Duque thought quietly in his heart.
Duque sighed softly. "The world has changed. If I don't open my eyes, I'll only fall into the deepest despair the moment I wake up. It's not too late, Aurelia. You can still regret it. "
"Regret what? Regret that I didn't see the Silvermoon Council's true colors earlier? Or regret that I served you? What a joke! I, Aurelia Windrunner, never regret what I do! "
Alleria wasn't wearing her Ranger uniform. She was only wearing a pure white evening dress. On the surface, she looked like a gentle and pleasant beauty, but in reality, she was a heroine as fierce as a storm.
At some point, Aurelia was already leaning on Duque's shoulder, who was wearing a blue and white evening gown. Because Duque had grown taller, Aurelia was now slightly lower than Duque's head.
She snuggled up to Duque, and even when Duque consciously hugged her waist, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. It was as harmonious as a perfect painting.
Duque said lightly, "It's good that you don't regret it …"
"Little rascal, not regretting it doesn't mean you're not sad or in pain!" After a pause, Aurelia continued, "Don't move, just let me lean on you for a while."
"Okay."
The two snuggled up to each other, enjoying the warmth from each other and the warm feeling of their souls merging.
After an unknown period of time.
"Hey, Duque, what will happen to Azeroth in the future?"
Duque looked up at the starry sky with a deep expression. His gaze seemed to have transcended the void, transcended history, and arrived at a certain node in the future.
Duque's voice was ethereal and dreamy. "The Burning Legion has made a move again. Even if I don't want to admit it, beating Sargeras into the bottomless abyss isn't the end. In five years at the earliest, or ten years at the latest, the Burning Legion will definitely make a bigger move. At that time, we might need all the races to work together to get through this. "
Aurelia's whole body trembled, and the three beautiful figures who had been eavesdropping on the tree not far away also trembled.
The Windrunner sisters recalled all of Duque's miracles. That kind of prophecy of the highest level, like a charlatan, gave each of them a strange premonition … It was as if their fates would be tightly linked to Duque's future.
He gently stroked Aurelia's soft golden hair. "But before that, I promise you that I will make the culprit behind the massacre of the High Elves, Zu Jin, pay the most tragic price."
At that moment, Duque felt Aurelia's fingers tighten around him … Those fingers that looked like tender white jade suddenly turned into the sharpest dragon's claws. The great force that came from those fingers made Duque's shoulder feel a little pain.
"I'm sorry …" Aurelia suddenly came to her senses and apologized.
"It's okay." Duque silently added the fitness option to his growth plan.
Should I get a Battle Mage subclass?
Almost at the same time, Zu Jin, who was in the Tribe's main camp, felt his mind go blank.
"The Tribe has done enough for the Trolls. Now it's time for the Trolls to fulfill their promise and serve the Tribe. I need the Trolls to obey orders and follow us to attack the human's capital."
Zu Jin thought that he was hearing things.
However, the serious expressions of Orgrim and the other Tribe Chiefs told him that they were not joking.
The hatred accumulated over the generations, the voices and smiles of the Trolls who had died tragically, all of this seemed to naturally appear in his mind. He almost didn't think, and subconsciously smashed the table in front of him, shouting, "Don't worry, I'll kill you.
"Betrayal!! This is the Tribe's betrayal to the Trolls! "
A ray of black light shot out from the Troll King's palm, almost splitting Orgrim's hideous face in half.
It was a battle-axe! A battle-axe that had been strengthened by the power of storms!
Kargath Bladefist, the Chieftain of the Shattered Palm Clan, swung the blade attached to his arm like lightning, instantly knocking away the battle-axe that Zu Jin had thrown.
The battle-axe that flew away hit the largest support of the huge tent. With a loud bang, a gust of wind shot out from the axe. Under the impact of the wind, the huge tent that was made of animal skin was torn into pieces by the huge force, flying everywhere in an instant.
The turbulence caused by the wind instantly sent a few of the personal guards stationed near the Chieftain's tent flying. One of them even crashed into a huge stone pillar beside the tent, almost causing him to cry out in pain. However, the loyal personal guard did not have the time to complain. He ignored the pain in his back that felt like all the bones in his body had been broken, and crawled up from the ground. As he rushed towards the tent, he shouted, "Enemy attack!!"
The Chieftain's tent was attacked?!
In less than a second, the entire Tribe's camp was in an uproar.
"It's okay! Calm down! All of you, calm down! "Orgrim's thunderous roar temporarily calmed the crowd down.
When the gigantic tent collapsed, revealing the panting Zu Jin and the cold-looking Kargath, who had raised the sharp blade in his arm, all of them realized that the Trolls and the Horde seemed to have fallen apart.
Zu Jin was not alone.
Beside Zu Jin, there were also a few chieftains from different clans.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that Zu Jin was a small chieftain of the Tribe.
When Zu Jin got into a fighting stance, they naturally took out their weapons. Originally, the Beastmen and Trolls had already set up camp together, and there were no fences separating them. Now that there was such a sudden turn of events, everyone was dumbfounded. They picked up their weapons, not knowing whether they should attack or not.
"Orgrim! You liar! We agreed to conquer the entire world together. The Beastmen wanted the plains and mountains, and the Trolls wanted all the forests! "Zu Jin excitedly waved his long and powerful arms, roaring loudly.
"The Tribe did not lie to you! This is our final goal. However, in the contract, we wrote that 'the Tribe will help you defeat the main forces of the High Elves, and the Trolls will take their final revenge.' It was clearly written in the contract! " Orgrim took out the contract and raised it up high, "The Tribe has killed a total of 70,000 High Elves in the two battles. In reality, you Trolls have also killed more than 100,000 High Elven civilians. The Tribe has fulfilled its promise! "
"No! This is not enough! Those long-eared Silverymoon City are still here! Why? Why did the Beastmen retreat when they saw the blue war flag today? "
"No, the main point is not the war flag. The main point is that we have received the latest news. The Tribe's other army of 200,000 Beastmen has been obstructed and surrounded in the Silverypine Forest. We need to quickly conquer the capital of a human kingdom, reduce the pressure on them, and rescue them. "Orgrim tried to cover up everything by saying that it was a strategic need.
From a strategic point of view, Orgrim's choice was undoubtedly correct.
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