Duque was not sure if Kazak's soul had completely entered the World of Azeroth. If he was like Archimonde, with both his soul and body in this world, then there would be a chance to get rid of the two great demons once and for all.
Of course, on the other hand, this also meant a lot of pressure!
According to the original history, there were a total of five bosses in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, including Archimonde.
Even an Orc hero with the best stamina would not be able to take it, let alone a human hero with even worse stamina.
Duque really did not want this change in history.
He could successfully get rid of Kazak last time because Duque had the support of the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza. This time, the Dragons were obviously premeditated by the Burning Legion.
If he really wanted to get rid of Archimonde like in history and let Archimonde's grave next year, Duque would have to put in more effort.
Saving Grom Hellscream was Duque's first step.
For someone like Lord Howl to die in the hands of a mere Lord of the Abyss, it would be a waste of his talent.
If he were to die, he should at least die in the hands of a great demon like the Burning Legion's leader.
Yes, first get rid of Archimonde. It would be best if Lord Howl, Thrall, or something perished together with Archimonde, ending the Alliance and Horde disputes for who knows how many years. That would be perfect.
But he was afraid that fate would play tricks on him.
Duque really did not dare to compliment the Goddess of Fate.
If she was unhappy and slammed the table, saying, "Your Alliance already has Lothar, the old bastard, and the Horde needs an old scum" or something, then Duque would be embarrassed.
Alright! First get rid of Archimonde, then leave the rest to fate.
Back to two weeks ago, on Mount Hyjal!
More than 9,000 years ago, Illidan built a second Well of Eternity here for his own selfish desires.
Later, the dragons that survived the Cataclysm came to the home of the Night Elves. The Red Dragon Alexstrasza, the Green Dragon Ysera, and the Bronze Dragon Nozdormu looked down at the peaceful home of the Druids and the fruits grown by the Night Elves.
The powerful druid Malfurion welcomed the dragons and told them about the new Well of Eternity.
The dragons were shocked when they heard the terrible news. They thought that as long as the Well of Eternity existed, the Burning Legion would not give up the idea of conquering this world. Malfurion made a pact with the three dragons to ensure the safety of the Well of Eternity and to ensure that the minions of the Burning Legion would never find a way back to this world.
The Giver of Life, the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza, cast a magical acorn into the center of the Well of Eternity. As soon as the acorn came into contact with the magical lake water, it began to sprout and grow into a giant oak tree.
The roots of the tree reached deep into the bottom of the lake, and the huge canopy almost covered the entire sky. This huge oak tree was the eternal symbol of the Night Elves' harmonious relationship with 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 language of the Night Elves.
After the three Dragon Aspects bestowed the holy blessing of the dragon race here, this place had always been regarded as the most sacred place by the Night Elves.
For more than 9,000 years, this place had been guarded in the strictest manner, and the teachings of Druids and other nature teachings had been spread here.
9,000 years of peace had passed just like that …
On this day, this sacred place that had never been set foot on by creatures of other races for more than 9,000 years welcomed a strange team.
As many as 24 elite guards escorted, or rather, escorted these few unshackled 'guests' to the front of the temple of the Moon Goddess Elune.
When the envoy, consisting of two humans and two High Elves, arrived at the entrance of the temple, the two female temple guards sized them up.
They were, of course, Rhonin, Bridget, Lilas, and Riadeline, who were here to send a warning to the Night Elves.
They were also sizing up these Night Elven guards that had only existed in legends for thousands of years.
They weren't wearing long robes, but were instead wearing shiny silver breastplates and pleated skirts. There was a pattern of a crescent moon in the middle of the breastplates.
The Moon Goddess Temple was filled with female priestesses. According to the introduction of the elven guard captain along the way, most of them could ride and shoot, and were proficient in tactics.
For example, the leader of the Night Elves and the chosen of the Moon Goddess Elune, Tyrande Whisperwind, was an excellent archer.
After the announcement, the guards signaled for Rhonin and the rest to enter.
Under the guidance of a priestess in a white robe and a team of six guards, Rhonin entered the Moon Goddess Temple.
As soon as he walked in, Rhonin felt the moonlight sprinkling on his body. It was gentle and comfortable, as if the Moon Goddess had stretched out her soft, motherly hand to caress him.
The rectangular room was surrounded by tuberose, and there was a large stone tablet in the middle for the priestess to give a speech. The circular stone path leading to the stone tablet was carved with complicated patterns, all of which were pictures of the waxing and waning of the moon. As he walked along the winding corridor, he found that no matter where the moon was in the sky, the gentle moonlight would always illuminate the entire room.
They came to a corner on the second floor that was half surrounded by vines, and the priestess leading the way said softly, "Please wait here."
Rhonin walked to the center of this small space, and after pacing for a while, he heard Bridget say, "You should sit down. It will help you calm down. "
Rhonin sighed, and still sat on the stone bench that was probably used by the priestess. The surrounding environment made him feel much more at ease.
However, after waiting for a while, he still grew impatient. He was even worried that Tyrande's leader would be unhappy that they had come so suddenly.
However, Rhonin, who had no experience as an emissary, could only continue to wait.
Finally, an hour later, a tall and slender priestess wearing a moon white robe with golden embroidery slowly walked into this small world.
Night Elves were blessed by the Lord of Time, Nozdormu, and had eternal life. As long as they lived through a hundred years of infancy, their appearance and physique would be fixed at the perfect youth stage.
In front of Rhonin was a slender and graceful female elf. Her skin was smooth and delicate, and there was a faint purple tinge to it. Her strange blue hair had a few strands of silver in it, and her exquisite face was very feminine even in the eyes of humans and High Elves.
"Hello! I am Tyrande Whisperwind! "The priestess spoke in ancient Elven language.
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