"Lady Goldensword has done her best." Miraculously, Duque's words appeased Jaina, who was about to go berserk.
Jaina was silent, but her tears flowed down her face like a dam that had collapsed.
Gina Goldensword continued, "Archimonde seemed to be venting. After destroying every living creature in his field of vision, he sank to the bottom of the sea again. He may have gone west, or south. When I woke up, it was the second squadron of the First Fleet that saved me. "
Next, it was another General Kul Tiras who narrated.
For some reason, Kul Tiras had also been attacked. However, this time it was not the Scourge, but tens of thousands of powerful Naga. Unlike the Naga under Duque, this batch of Naga was ink-black in color.
"Their eyes are blood-red, just like those berserk Orcs. The survivors seemed to have heard that the leader of the Naga was called Vashj? "
"Vashj?!" Duque blurted out!
"You know?" Jaina grabbed Duque's sleeve almost instantly.
Duque smiled bitterly, "That's an even more powerful Naga clan in the depths of the Endless Sea. The Furious Scale clan under me can't even compare to the patrols of the Vashj clan. "
Jaina did not speak, but she deeply imprinted the name Vashj in her heart.
The general continued, "The island of Kul Tiras has been destroyed. His Highness Thanreid led the imperial guards to launch a desperate charge against Vashj, but was shot to death on the dock on the spot … Many survivors saw it, and the young Highness' ship was destroyed … "
No one would have thought that Kul Tiras would be destroyed almost overnight, and the main bloodline would be wiped out.
Jaina Goldensword gritted her teeth, "Kul Tiras has been destroyed, but Kul Tiras is not the first country to be destroyed, and it will probably not be the last. Your Highness Jaina Proudmoore, the heavy responsibility of restoring the country now falls on your shoulders. Your Highness, please ascend the throne as soon as possible and restore Kul Tiras! "
In response to her words, the civil and military officials of Kul Tiras all knelt down.
"Your Highness Jaina Proudmoore, please ascend the throne!"
Jaina was silent for a good five seconds. She glanced at Duque and wiped the tears off her face. "Enthronement?! I will! This is my responsibility as Proudmoore's son! But now, please leave. I want to be alone with my father. "
Observing a moment of silence for the ancestors was the right thing to do.
A group of generals filed out.
Just as Duque was about to step out of the church, Jaina's voice floated from behind him. "Duque, give me some time. Maybe one or two days. I'll leave Theramore and the tribe to you."
After saying that, a magic transmitter was tossed into Duque's hand.
This was the communicator given to Sal.
Duque said solemnly, "Leave it to me!"
Closing the door, Duque raised his head and looked at the clear sky. There was a trace of melancholy in his heart.
The thread of fate had clearly seemed to have returned, but something like this happened at a time when he didn't expect it to. He didn't know if fate had been messed up by him, or if fate itself didn't listen to him and changed the direction of the future.
In his memory, although Prince Tandrid wasn't very capable, after Daelin's death, he managed the half-dead Kul Tiras with fear and trepidation. He should have lived for a few decades.
But now, Tandrid was dead.
Jaina, who had been the uncrowned queen of Theramore, had been homeless for the rest of her life. But now, she was about to become the queen of Kul Tiras.
It could only be said that fate was a strange thing.
Duque suddenly realized that if he blindly looked at the future according to the original history, he would probably fail miserably.
It seemed like … there was no need to wait for the tribe to die!
The death of a king was definitely a major event.
Jaina could immerse herself in sorrow, but Duque couldn't. Time passed quickly as the fleet was reorganized and the wounded were treated.
The next morning, the communicator that was given to Sal suddenly began to flash red. Duque gently clenched it, and an extremely clear spatial coordinate appeared in Duque's mind.
"Something happened to Sal?"
In Gray Valley, Wojin and Sal stayed together.
Sal held the communicator in his wide palm.
Sal said in a deep voice, "Wojin, I still don't think it's a good idea to attract humans. We have never been allies with the Alliance, not in the past, and it will be difficult to be in the future. I don't think humans will face this crisis with us. Jaina's group might choose to give up Theramore and go a little further south. "
Wojin sighed. He touched his long troll fangs. "We have no choice. I don't have high hopes for that Jaina. Although she is a smart person, I always feel that she has a faint hostility towards our tribe. Of course, most alliances are like this. So, if we want to cooperate, we must find someone with greater wisdom. "
At this moment, Sal suddenly found that the space not far from him began to fluctuate violently.
"Get out of the way!" Varrock waved his hand, dispersing the nearby Orc guards.
"Be careful, it's not Jaina!" Wojin could see at a glance that the level of spatial fluctuations was on a completely different level.
Sal nervously clenched the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand. At the same time, Rexxar beside him also clenched his twin axes.
In the next second, a figure that Sal and Rexxar were very familiar with appeared in front of them.
Seeing Sal's expression, Wojin subconsciously felt that things seemed to be a little delicate.
"Why is it you?" Sal murmured.
"Why can't it be me?" Duque said calmly.
"Really … That's how I should say it, I'm really flattered." Sal immediately smiled bitterly.
"He is …" Wojin was puzzled.
"The alliance's supreme leader, the alliance's commander-in-chief, Duke Marcus!" Rexxar said, enunciating each word.
Wojin was greatly surprised.
Duque actually came in person!?
Why is this happening?
"The Alliance … has suffered a heavy blow again. Not long ago, His Majesty Daylin Proudmore passed away. Her Highness Jaina has to deal with the aftermath. "
It seemed like a light sentence, but it did not make Sal feel happy because of the damage the Alliance had suffered. Instead, it made Sal's heart even more heavy.
That powerful Alliance …
The Alliance that defeated the previously incomparably powerful tribes actually collapsed to this point.
Even a monster like Duque could not stop the collapse of the situation.
How terrifying was the Scourge Army!?
Sal's heart trembled!
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