If it was a human, even if you were young, anyone would die after a few decades of life imprisonment.
But Illidan was a Night Elf! And he was sentenced to life imprisonment after receiving the Blessing of Eternal Life! For the next ten thousand years, Illidan Stormrage lived alone in a very deep underground prison and was personally guarded by the Watcher Maiev Shadowsong.
Anyone who sat in prison for a long time would be full of resentment, not to mention that it was ten thousand years …
It was a miracle that he did not become a lunatic!
Anyway, Duque did not understand why the original Tyrande would think that a few thousand years of living together could make up for the resentment of ten thousand years of imprisonment and was actually stupid enough to let Illidan out.
Since Duque could not change the fact that Illidan had been imprisoned for ten thousand years and his mentality was extremely twisted, then Duque did not plan to stop this from happening. After all, Illidan's so-called fall had little to do with the Alliance.
Moreover, most of Illidan's actions were chasing after the Scourge Army and then the Burning Legion. Hmm, he seemed to have even dug up the ancestral graves of the Draenei, but what did this have to do with the current Alliance?
Moreover, since ancient times, the ones who killed the most people in history were traitors. Illidan was very active in killing the Burning Legion! He was even more aggressive than the vanguard!
Didn't they see that in the end, due to the trend of the times, even the Alliance accepted Warlocks who used demonic powers, Death Knights, and Demon Hunters?
If Duke killed Illidan before he could master his demonic powers and become a Demon Hunter, Tyrande and Malfurion would not be able to do anything about it. The loss of a Demon Hunter in the future would be enough to make Duke's head hurt.
Moreover, if Illidan did not become dark, how would Duque have the chance to go to the Black Temple to farm [Twin Blades of Azzinoth]?
Thinking back to when the pure and innocent Duque was the leader, he had a lucky hand! This [Twin Blades of Azzinoth], commonly known as the 'Egg Knife', was so common that all Thieves and Warriors in the team had one. In the end, no one wanted it, and even a Mage like him had one.
Afterwards, Duque would go to Ironforge, the place with the most players. Whenever he saw a poor Thief, he would go up to them and place the Godly Weapon in the trade window. The titanium alloy dog eyes of those poor black thieves of Dazzling Flower!
"Bah!"
"Bitch!"
"You're a Mage, yet you're trying to steal a Thief's equipment?!"
He could still remember the scolding in the local channel, and then after Duque typed, the whole world went dead silent.
"That's how popular my team is! Even Mages could pick up an Eggblade to play with. If you want an Egg Cleaver and are skilled enough, PM me! "
In the next instant, Duque's private chat was flooded with messages.
Under the temptation of the divine artifact, even the main thieves of the Dead Water Guild, the arch-enemy of the Duque Guild, came to lick their boots.
That was awesome!
Cough, cough! You've gone off topic!
In any case, Duque had basically achieved his goal of coming here this time, which was to make himself known.
Then, Tyrande asked, "I wonder how many troops the Alliance can send to resist the Burning Legion?"
Duque raised his hands and put up ten fingers. "I heard that the mountain path up Mount Hyjal is narrow, so I only plan to send 50,000 mechanized mountain divisions to help defend the mountain. Also, 80,000 troops will cut off the Archerons' retreat after they enter Mount Hyjal to prevent more demons from the Burning Legion from coming up the mountain."
Tyrande nodded. She was very satisfied with this number. Although she didn't understand what mechanized mountain divisions were, 130,000 troops was exactly what the Night Elves wanted.
An immortal race was most likely not a race with strong fertility. The Night Elves did have millions of people, but they were spread across many regions.
From the Feathermoon Fortress on Sador Island in the southwest of the continent, to the vast Gray Valley, Felwood Forest, Mount Hyjal, and Teldrassil Island across the sea. Even though the Night Elves were said to be all soldiers, the number of elites that could actually gather on Mount Hyjal was only about 300,000.
After all, it was the famous Burning Legion. It would be great if the Alliance and the Horde could share the losses!
"Then, Duque, Elune told me that the Burning Legion's vanguard will land in Azshara in about a week. I hope to see the Alliance's army then."
Duque bowed. "In fact, our troops have already started to land in Azshara. We will be the first and second line of defense to stop the Burning Legion. "
Duque's words surprised Tyrande, but she was immediately delighted. She had been a little worried that she wouldn't be able to wake up all the sleeping Druids before the Burning Legion arrived. Now that the Alliance was so loyal to them, this was definitely a huge advantage for the Night Elves.
Tyrande bowed deeply this time. "Then I will thank the Alliance on behalf of the people of this world."
After meeting Tyrande, Duque directly teleported to the beach in the Azshara region. There was naturally someone there to set up a Teleportation Circle for Duque.
Coming out of the Teleportation Circle, Duque couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, the world barrier of this world was still very strong against demons. Most demons that were Lord-level or above could not teleport from one corner of Azeroth to another. Otherwise, the Alliance and the Horde would be done for.
Just wait for death!
Looking west from the Broken Beach of Azshara, Storm Bay was an extremely busy scene. From afar, if you said that it was the famous Normandy Landing in World War II on Earth, Duque would even believe it.
The effect of Duque's early arrival in Azeroth and the explosion of black technology was fully displayed at this moment!
There were countless giant steel warships.
From afar, countless chimneys were emitting black smoke.
Up close, it was easy to see that almost every warship was a giant steel beast made from thick iron sheets and large rivets the size of a fist.
From the huge black holes at the back of the ships, strange rectangular boats were pulled out and quickly rushed onto the beach. One after another, heavy steam tanks followed the road that the Mages had reinforced with [Sand to Stone] and drove onto the beach, entering the main road from Azshara to Gray Valley.
In the ruins of Edaras near the main road, small teams of Alliance professionals could be seen everywhere. With the help of the beginner Dalajan Mages, they cleared out the vengeful spirits in the ruins, the surrounding Naga, and all kinds of messy low-level demons, paving the way for the army to advance.
Suddenly, a voice came. "Yo, Duque, I thought you were obsessed with the Night Elf High Priest and refused to come back."
Duque bared his teeth. There weren't many people who could mock him so unscrupulously.
It was a pity that Cirvanas was one of the few who could do so.
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