When humans were extremely thirsty, they would instinctively seek water.
When humans were extremely cold, they would automatically seek warmth.
This was a biological instinct that had nothing to do with love or emotions.
Cirvanas was actually in a situation where her life force was forcefully sucked away, her will damaged, and her soul temporarily weakened.
Only those who experienced it firsthand would understand how terrifying [Death Coil] was when a fallen Breaking Dawn Mage threw it at them.
Against a class that relied on high agility to dodge attacks, a single hit from a Breaking Dawn Mage would definitely freeze her blood, stop her heartbeat, and take her life.
This was the result of Anastrian deliberately holding back in order to force Cirvanas to surrender.
The darkness faded from Cirvanas' eyes, the coldness on her body quickly decreasing, but the color did not recover. Even though there was no need for red, blue, or yellow, even in a world completely composed of lines and outlines, she could still recognize the person who saved her life and soul.
Duque …
For the past ten years, every time she dreamt about her sisters at night, the hateful man would always accompany her.
Even though she did not want to admit it, she had to admit that he was the most heroic man.
The man who could not even find a replacement, much less surpass him.
Once upon a time, she sincerely wished for her sisters to choose a true hero as her partner. On the other hand, she was indignant and longed to find a partner who surpassed Duque.
It was just that she had never thought that she would be like a young girl in love, offering her kiss as if she was asking for a kiss. Moreover, it was the most precious first kiss.
She could not describe the complicated and contradictory feelings in her heart. She was grateful to Duque for pulling her out of the shackles of death and despair, but she also blamed Duque for only coming now. She was also a little conflicted about her own failure.
Countless thoughts intertwined, and the end result was that her mind was blank.
She stuck out her tongue, as if she was thirsting for water.
The result was a classic French kiss.
Cirvanas was about to go crazy. She did not know why she would do this. How was she any different from the noble girl who shamelessly fawned on Duque in the palace of Rotterdam, hoping to become the Grand Duchess?
However, Duque's posture of carrying her was very skillful and incomparably smooth.
Cirvanas knew very well that Duque was used to carrying his eldest sister and third sister. Although their physiques were slightly different, the three sisters' body proportions were extremely similar …
It was as if the third, oh, no, the fourth had intruded into the love domain of his eldest sister and third sister, and then the bastard Duque had subconsciously treated her as his sister and accepted her.
What kind of bad debt was this?
Furthermore!
This was in front of tens of thousands of elven subordinates who respected and admired her!
Even though Cirvanas had already discovered the traces of illusion around Duque, and guessed that Duque had used some kind of illusion to cover up this subtle and chaotic situation, but the inexplicable sense of shame made every inch of her exposed skin turn bright red, as if it was burning.
Finally, Cirvanas, who had recovered her strength, pushed Duque away and cursed fiercely in the Language of the Wind. "Damn it! I was out of my mind just now! I forgot about this! I order you to forget about this immediately. "
"Okay, if I can do it …" Duque was a little helpless. He did not know what this was, but it seemed that he had another bad debt. In all honesty, he had never thought of hitting on Queen Sylvanas. Duque shrugged. "Should we deal with the Sun King first?"
Cirvanas knew that Duque was forcibly changing the topic, but she had to suppress her anger and nodded. There must be a reason why Duque appeared at this time.
And Duque was the only hope to save hundreds of thousands of her people.
Duque's illusion could only fool ordinary elves. Sun King and Kai Zi were shocked when they saw their passionate kiss.
Who would have thought that Lilas would suddenly jump out, and then Duque?! Duque seemed to have an affair with the two daughters of the Windrunner Family?
No, for an ambitious person, perhaps this was something that could be used.
But Anastrian was more concerned about why the extremely noble Duque would appear here alone.
After the leader of the alliance, King Terenas, was killed, although the alliance did not exist in name, among the remaining members, there was no longer a situation where one party was the strongest. In this situation, as the supreme commander, Duque, became the person with the highest status.
It was not an exaggeration to say that if Duque died, the alliance would immediately collapse.
Sun King narrowed his eyes, looking enraged. With a wave of his hand, a huge black wave of fire over thirty meters tall pressed towards Duque's head.
"Duke Marcus, you have no right to appear in my territory!"
A Breaking Dawn bullying a Radiant Moon was a classic example of the strong bullying the weak.
Logically speaking, there was no way that Duque would be spared.
The Elven Mages could almost foresee the scene of Duke carrying their great hero, Cirvanas, in a sorry state as he retreated.
They did not expect this at all.
"Oh? Is that so? "Duque smiled lightly and snapped his fingers.
A forty-meter-long battleship blade made of pure golden flames appeared out of thin air. It looked like it could even split a battleship in two with one slash.
With just one slash, he had broken through Anastrian's waves of fire in the truest sense of the word.
This was a double suppression in terms of quality and attributes.
The Sun King, who had clearly lost his vision due to the loss of blood and had just become an Undying not long ago, widened his eyes in shock and let out a strange, distorted cry.
"This! No! Can! Can! "
It was not just the Sun King. Every elf who witnessed this miraculous scene cried out in surprise.
Normally speaking, this was indeed impossible.
Low-level mysteries would undoubtedly be crushed by higher-level powers.
It was just like how an egg could not beat a stone, and a stone could not beat a diamond.
Even elven children could understand such a simple logic!
But why was that?
The Elven King, who was dressed in luxurious robes, poked the ground with his staff in horror. He discovered that from this moment onwards, the magic vein that extended from the Sunwell was no longer responding.
Alarm bells rang in his mind.
If he could still sweat, Anastrian would definitely be drenched in cold sweat. Since he could not defeat the Calamity Army, he might as well turn the entirety of Cuel Salas into a nation of the Undead for him to maintain his power and rule.
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