Duque might die?!
The Alliance had been in shock for the past few days.
Alonsos Faol's illness had only surprised the higher-ups of the Alliance.
After all, the Church of Holy Light's influence was only in Rotterdam and Stormwind. There were Church of Holy Light preaching in other countries, but most of them were non-believers.
When the kings heard about Alonsos, they only said, "I'm sorry to hear this."
But Duque was different.
Other than King Eden of Alterac, who had already passed away, almost every king knew how to use his troops. They were very clear that compared to the upright and courageous Andoine Lothar who was more straightforward, Duke was the glue and command tower that united the various countries of the Alliance.
Terenas' Lordaeron was the target of public criticism. Everyone knew that Terenas' motives were not pure. No, it should be said that Terenas wanted to use this opportunity to become the second Emperor of Soradin. Everyone knew that.
If they sent too few troops, it would be Rotterdam's fault.
If they sent too many troops and money, they would have to worry about whether it was Rotterdam's conspiracy. At the very least, it would be a form of charity. No kingdom would feel comfortable.
With Duque around, the kings were much more at ease.
The troops, manpower, and resources that needed to be sent were definitely sufficient and on time. And everyone could see that Duque's insistence on killing was the key to the Alliance's strength.
If Andoine was the spiritual leader of the Alliance, then Duque would be the brains of the Alliance, second only to Andoine.
Now, just as the Alliance was about to turn to the counterattack phase, there was suddenly news of Duque's illness. The kings were really anxious.
Visiting the Archbishop of Holy Light was a matter of the leaders of the various countries rushing to express their condolences.
But what about Duque?
A state guesthouse almost turned into a throne conference.
In the end, they had no choice but to move Duque to the Rotterdam Palace. Otherwise, how would it look if six or seven kings surrounded a small state guesthouse?
Even so, even King Daelin Proudmoore, who was in charge of the navy, had rushed over on a griffin. It was clear how important Duque was.
To everyone's surprise, they saw a different Duque, but not a dying Duque. His short hair was slightly gray, as if it was dyed, and there was a small tuft of silver in front of his forehead.
Apart from that, there was nothing else.
It didn't seem like a big deal, but Antonidas, who was the most authoritative expert on curses, told all the kings that it wasn't that simple.
"Right now, Duque is like a bucket with many holes. His life force is draining away with every passing moment. In ten days, you will see a thirty year old Duque. Twenty days later, he would be forty. One month later, he won't be fifty years old, but dead. "
"Is there no way to plug the holes or something?" King Laing was the most nervous. For the others, losing a Duque was the same as losing a commander of the Alliance. The main force of the Tribe had been almost wiped out. As long as one wasn't too stupid, they could win the next battle. The only difference was how many lives were lost and how much time was spent.
But for Stormwind, it was very likely that they would lose the most important cornerstone of the kingdom for the next thirty years, the pillar of the country.
Antonidas shook his head regretfully. "A single curse is like a ball of string wrapped around a string. No matter how messy it is, it can be taken out along the string. But Duque's situation is like a ball of string of the same colour rolled together. I can't find a clue at all. This is a hole in the soul created by different methods from many worlds. I can't do anything about it. Most importantly, this is a curse cast by a demigod mage … "
Could a mere Breaking Dawn mage deal with the work of a World Guardian?
Be it Laing or Andoine, their mouths were filled with bitterness.
They didn't expect that after going one round, it was still the fault of their dead old friend, Medivh.
This was the greatest irony in the world.
The temperature in the air gradually dropped. The atmosphere lingering in the air was the same. Almost everyone felt as if they couldn't breathe.
"That hateful Gul 'dan!" Andoine gritted his teeth and punched the wall.
At this time, it was Duque who spoke. "Actually, the situation might not be as serious as you think it is."
"Not serious? Then what is serious? "King Laing's eyes were red, and even his voice sounded like he was about to cry.
Laing didn't cry when he lost the land passed down by his ancestors.
Laing didn't cry when Stormwind City, which symbolized the sovereignty of the entire kingdom, fell.
Now that Duke was in critical condition, Ryan was crying. From the beginning, his eyes were red to the end, and it only took two seconds for him to cry.
"Rascal, you're about to die! I originally wanted you to help William and let him restore the glory of Stormwind! I originally thought that if it didn't work out, I would let you … "Before he could finish his sentence, Andoine patted Laing's shoulder and stopped him.
"Listen to Duque first."
Duque heaved a sigh of relief. "I guess the power of the mortal world can't do anything about this."
When Duque said this, the kings' hearts sank.
"Fortunately, I still have one last hope — the Red Dragon Queen."
"Alexstrasza!?" Antonidas's slightly cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes! Why didn't I think of her? There's hope for Duque. Oh, at least there's hope. "
"What? What?" The kings immediately perked up.
Not every king was so knowledgeable. They might have received good education from a young age, but most of it was about governing a country, martial arts, and the cultivation of a knight.
Only a knowledgeable old mage like Antonidas could possibly know about this.
After Antonidas' explanation, the kings then realized that Alexstrasza was actually so powerful.
In the battle of the ancient times, in order to prevent Sargeras from entering this world through the portal of the Well of Eternity, the spell whirlpool created by the high elves in the Well of Eternity exploded. The collapse of the Well of Eternity caused a strong earthquake. This earthquake destroyed the skeleton of the world. Nearly 80% of the land of the Azeroth Continent was torn apart, leaving only a few fragmented continents around the newly formed ocean.
The Giver of Life, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, cast a magic acorn in the center of the Well of Eternity. The acorn began to sprout once it came into contact with the lake full of magic power, and grew into a huge oak tree.
The roots of the tree went deep into the lake, and the huge canopy almost covered the entire sky. This huge oak tree was the eternal symbol of the harmonious relationship between the Night Elves and nature. The life energy it emitted could slowly spread and heal the wounds of the entire world. The Night Elves named their World Tree "Nordrassil", which meant "crown of the sky" in the Night Elves' language.
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