Duc was dumbfounded.
Even if he was brave.
Even if he was used to big scenes.
He was completely baffled by Tyrande's sudden hostility.
He was certain that his identity as the Alliance's commander had been reported. From the moment he stepped into this area, Tyrande and Malfurion had not made any hostile moves.
It was only when Tyrande saw his appearance that she suddenly felt enmity towards him.
This meant that he was the one to blame.
Moreover, Tyrande's hostility caused a chain reaction. Malfurion and Tyrande's personal guards around him immediately started fighting each other with their swords.
Being pointed at by an Archdruid wielding a Nature Magic Staff and hundreds of arrows, Duque could not remain calm!
Duc believed in Brother Spring's revival!
But that depended on who he was facing.
In the face of the beastmen, before Sal started to become a shaman like in history, even if Duke was hacked to death a hundred times, he would still dare to shout, "I'll resurrect on the spot for you to see!"
But Duque was afraid of two things.
First, he was afraid of demons. If he died, even his soul would be enslaved or burned for a thousand years.
Second, he was afraid of real scammers! If Malfurion's soul was released from purgatory and returned to nature, it would be a tragedy for Duke, who would never be able to see his sister's grave.
Almost subconsciously, Duque raised his hands, sweat dripping from his hair. He spoke in perfect Elvish, "Wait! Is Your Excellency mistaken about something? "
"No! There's no mistake! It's you — "Tyrande's voluptuous breasts were heaving up and down, as if they were going to break the laces holding the armor together at any moment.
Of course, Duque was not in the mood to appreciate such a beautiful scene.
Malfurion spoke up, "Tyrande, you must be mistaken. It can't be him. "
Duque hurriedly went with the flow, "I swear, this is the first time I've seen the two of you. If the Alliance has offended the Night Elves in any way, I'll apologize on their behalf. "
There was no reason for there to be a conflict!
Even if there was, it was the Alliance's problem!
If we have to take the blame, let's take the blame together!
In Duque's mind, two cauldrons had already appeared. One was a big cauldron that could fit hundreds of people in a cafeteria. You would need to use a paddle to stir it. Yes, this was the Alliance's cauldron. There was nothing wrong with it. The other was a small cauldron that was used by children to play house. It was smaller than a palm. Yes, this was Duque's cauldron.
No matter how big the problem was, the entire Alliance would shoulder it.
What virtue and ability do I have to bear this kind of inexplicable blame for the Alliance?
Duque the scapegoat had already made up his mind …
If there was anything, he would just refuse to confess even if he beat him to death.
On this side, Duque froze.
On the other side, Tyrande looked like a wronged wife. Her lips were trembling, and her body was trembling.
"It can't be him! Humans don't have an eternal lifespan. At most, he is his descendant. " Malfurion, who had already put down his staff, kept trying to persuade her. "Moreover, as the Chosen of Elune, can't you sense that this is really the first time he has seen you?"
On the other side, Duque, who had raised his hand in surrender, gave Malfurion a thumbs up in his heart. I'm really innocent! This is my first time seeing Tyrande! Well … eternal lifespan is another matter.
Tyrande pursed her lips and put down the bow in her hand, a little dejectedly. "I … I'm sorry! I must have made a mistake! You can't be him … He is from ten thousand years ago … I am deeply sorry for the offense just now. Moreover, even if you are him, he is a benefactor to me … to the entire Night Elven race, and even to the entire world. "
Duque's balls were hurting.
What the hell is this?
Regardless of whether I'm your enemy or not, is this how you treat your benefactor?
For a moment, Duque almost wanted to curse!
Unfortunately, the next moment, Duque's mind was in a mess.
Wait, ten thousand years ago?
Isn't that something that happened in the ancient war!
As a transmigrator who was familiar with the original history, Duque knew about the 'future'. Although this future had been messed up by him, there were still many things that Duque still knew.
If one were to talk about the ancient war that happened ten thousand years ago, then one had to mention a divine drama in the original history of transmigration.
In the near future, Krasus, the Orc Brock, and the others, due to an accident, transmigrated back to the ancient times ten thousand years ago and were forced to participate in the incomparably famous ancient war around the Well of Eternity.
It was in that battle that because of the heroic performance of the Orc hero Brock, one of the bosses of the Burning Legion, Kil 'jaeden, set his eyes on the Orcs. That was how Kil 'jaeden found the Orcs in Draenor. Under the premise that there was a magic circle in Azeroth to expel the big bosses of the Burning Legion, Kil' jaeden used the Orcs who could avoid the magic circle to invade the World of Azeroth.
The incident this time was more like a huge closed loop. Because the people of the present messed around and changed the history of the past, then the history of the past turned around and affected the present.
If that was the case, the current situation could be explained clearly.
The biggest possibility was that the future Duque had somehow participated in this divine drama of transmigration and went back to ten thousand years ago. Then, under the premise of ensuring that the Burning Legion would still be defeated and scram, he did something that caused Tyrande's wrath. This caused Tyrande, who saw the present Duque for the first time in fifteen years at the Dark Portal, to be extremely sensitive and excited!
Alright! Since he was acting cool, he had to act till the end even if he cried and knelt.
In that case, would he have to pay for the sins that he had done in the future?
If Duque was a true saint, perhaps Duque would admit to it now.
But who was Duque?
That cheap university animal down to his bones!
Never heard of him?
Confess and you'll be imprisoned forever!
Resist and you'll go home for the New Year!
Confess what?
I haven't done anything yet!
I won't confess even if I'm beaten to death!
Not only did he not confess, Duque even used Alonsos Faol's moral integrity. His face was filled with a peaceful light.
This time, Malfurion and the other guards were all relieved. A filthy demon would not have such holy power.
However, Tyrande was even more certain that Duque had a mysterious connection with the him in the memories.
All of this had been suppressed.
However, looking at Tyrande's flushed face, Malfurion felt his heart throb again. Even if he did not want to admit it, he had to recognize that this was caused by faint envy and jealousy.
Because he knew that this beautiful elf before him had always been the one he loved deeply. But because of that incident, she had never truly accepted his love for the next ten thousand years.
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