As Tyrande's assistant, Melande had always been the most loyal to her boss. But at this moment, she was also dumbfounded.
If it were translated into Du Ze's words, her current feeling would be: F * ck! What a load of information! Was the circle of nobles really messed up for ten thousand years?
Wasn't that so?
In the thousands of years before the war of the ancients, outsiders believed that Tyrande would definitely choose one of the Stormrage brothers. Who knew that after the war of the ancients, whether it was Tyrande or the Stormrage brothers, that matter was taboo and refused to talk about it.
After that, Tyrande started to distance herself from the two brothers.
After all, the two of them didn't need to report to enter the Moon Maiden Temple.
In any case, Melande's expression was written all over her face – I'm also helpless!
However, there seemed to be new developments in this love triangle that had been going on for ten thousand years? Could it be that the one rumored to have ruined their relationship was the … ancestor of this seemingly powerful alliance commander?
Night elves were a very closed-off society. Although there were more than a million night elves, after ten thousand years, what kind of gossip hadn't spread?
It wasn't just Melande. Even the seemingly loyal temple guards secretly pricked up their ears. Their gossipy souls were raging!
Tyrande's almond-shaped eyes swept the surroundings!
Immediately, every archer and huntress lowered their gazes, not daring to meet her eyes.
Tyrande bowed deeply: "My apologies, Sir Marcus. Because of a misunderstanding, you were startled. As the leader of the night elves, I was lacking in manners. If you think you need any compensation, feel free to mention it. "
Leaning over was the most alluring angle for a woman. Due to gravity, the allure would be magnified infinitely.
Fortunately, Duc had seen a lot of Mount Hyjal archery. After all, the three Windrunner sisters were female rangers, and two and a half of them were already in their stomachs.
At least he had developed some immunity, or else the old Duke would not have dared to look over.
At this moment, the gentlemanly Duque displayed his acting skills. He smiled confidently and said, "Lord Yufeng's words are too heavy. Since it's a misunderstanding, there's no need to offend him. With the Burning Legion before us, shouldn't we put aside our differences and work together? That's why I'm here. "
Duque's generosity made many Night Elves secretly heave a sigh of relief.
Duque's next words raised his image infinitely. "If there is any compensation that must be made, I hope that you can forgive the tribe for accidentally killing the demigod Cenarius. After all, it was a demon's plot."
As soon as he said that, the hearts of every Night Elf present seemed to be grabbed by two invisible hands and torn into two.
Even if Tyrande had said that Cenarius was not truly dead. But when the enemy was right in front of them, the Beastmen Race had killed one of their powerhouses. It would be strange if they weren't angry!
Many elves were so excited that they almost raised their weapons again.
Tyrande stretched out her hand to stop her subordinates from moving.
Tyrande raised her head and lifted her delicate chin slightly. Her eyes were filled with a complicated light. "I've seen your student, Rhonin. If his description is correct, the human-dominated Alliance and beast-dominated Tribe were mortal enemies before this, right?"
"That's right!" Duque admitted frankly. "Ever since the Dark Portal opened 15 years ago, the Tribe invaded the southernmost Eastern Kingdom, Stormwind, which is also my homeland, the Alliance and the Tribe have never truly reconciled. Under the brutal Beastmen's campaign of burning villages and massacring cities, no less than five million human compatriots had died at the hands of the Beastmen. It's not an exaggeration to say that the Alliance and the Tribe have a blood feud. "
"Then you …"
Duke changed the topic. "In fact, from the past until now, there have been four great chiefs in the tribe. The first three, Blackhand, Orgrim, and Ner 'zhul, all died in front of me. Even if I wasn't the mastermind, they all died because of me!"
If not for the solemn atmosphere, some of the Night Elf beauties might have burst out laughing.
This scene was too strange and out of place.
A leader of the Alliance who killed three chiefs and had a blood feud with them was actually pleading for the enemy?
However, Tyrande and Malfurion couldn't help but puff out their chests and suck in their stomachs in awe. They were waiting for Duque's answer!
"It might sound contradictory, doesn't it? But be it the Alliance or the Tribe, no matter which side wins in the end, it's just a change in the ruling race of Planet Azeroth. But if the Burning Legion wins, then Planet Azeroth will be completely destroyed. "Duque's words were sonorous and resolute.
This was the relationship between a small contradiction and the biggest contradiction.
In the face of a planet's survival, the deaths of millions of people in the past 15 years were just a small contradiction not worth mentioning.
What was the big picture?
This was the big picture!
Duque's words made Tyrande feel ashamed! Just two weeks ago, she had been delusional enough to think that she could fight against the Burning Legion led by the Archerons alone?!
Compared to Duque's resolution to join forces with his mortal enemy for the big picture, her previous thoughts were so insignificant.
At this moment, Malfurion placed a hand on the triple carved pauldrons on Tyrande's left shoulder and said in a low voice, "Even humans have such resolution. We Night Elves can't be too petty. Moreover, after the last battle, we've spent 9,000 years and still haven't completely healed the damage to the earth. "
The damage to the earth … This was the greatest pain in the hearts of the Night Elves who mainly believed in the teachings of the Druids.
Tyrande nodded hard and strode towards Duque with her head held high. She extended her hand, "I heard that you humans treat handshakes as a symbol of friendship and unity. In that case, I think that in this huge crisis, we Night Elves, the Alliance, and even the Tribe should work together."
"Yes!" Duque shook Tyrande's hand firmly.
This was a historic handshake!
In the eyes of future historians, this was also a handshake that signaled the Night Elves joining the Alliance.
With the foundation set, everything else was easy to discuss.
"Yes, I haven't asked. Marcus, why are you here this time?"
"Don't be so formal. Call me Duque, I'll get used to it."
Hmm, my surname is actually Du, not Ma.
"Then, Duque …"
Duque roughly explained the situation of the Burning Legion that he knew, and finally pointed out his goal.
"You're saying that the Death Knight Arthas, the strongest lackey of the Calamity Army who killed his father, destroyed four kingdoms, and half of Lordaeron, came to Kalimdor alone?"
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