Tyrande was so terrified that Duque only realized it when his face was less than ten centimeters away from her. Like a startled rabbit, he subconsciously shrank back.
Duque did not let Tyrande go. He pressed forward.
Thump thump thump. Tyrande took three steps back.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Duque pressed forward three steps.
Finally, Duque even did a standard wall slam. He pressed his left hand against the wall and placed his right hand on his waist, using his aura to suppress Tyrande, who was already leaning against the wall.
One person.
One elf.
Their faces were so close that they could clearly feel each other's breathing.
Tyrande was a little embarrassed. "Duke Marcus, you're threatening the high priest of the Moon Goddess."
Duque said shamelessly, "Tyrande Whisperwind, I'll tell you right now that Wizards don't believe in gods."
"Are you trying to betray Azeroth?"
"Don't flatter me. Your words are very good, but they can only fool the rough people in the Tribe. It's useless against me. You refused to tell me where the hundred thousand elites of the Night Elves are from the start. "
"… …"
"Do you really think the scouts of the Alliance are all blind? After the three races formed an alliance, you Night Elves used the excuse of evacuating civilians to evacuate most of the elves from Mount Hyjal. But only the most elite Night Elves have been guarding the Sacred Mountain. Unless they're special craftsmen, civilians are not allowed to go up the mountain. "
Tyrande pursed her lips and did not say a word. She stared into Duque's eyes, as if trying to see what other cards this human commander from the other side of the Endless Sea had.
Duque did not care.
He continued, "Let me guess. The Night Elves were originally prepared to follow the ancient oath from nine thousand years ago. They were prepared to sacrifice their entire race to protect the World Tree. However, the Beastmen's performance in Grey Valley, as well as the alliance between the three factions, gave you new hope. How good would it be if you could use the Tribe, your mortal enemy, to protect the World Tree and allow the Night Elves to continue reproducing? It would be even better if the Tribe died with the Burning Legion. "
Tyrande swayed slightly.
Even if she hid it very well, it was a pity that she couldn't hide it from Duque, whose body was almost touching hers.
"How do we do that? The Horde was not stupid. If they suffered too much, they would naturally retreat. After all, the Orcs were not native to Azeroth. The only conclusion is that the Night Elves can do what they did to the Burning Legion in the ancient war 10,000 years ago. "
This time, Tyrande could no longer control herself. Her red lips opened and closed like a fish that had been dragged onto the shore.
"Don't talk nonsense without evidence."
At this moment, Duque really wanted to say, "Do you really think I don't know about the super explosion of Mount Hyjal in the original history?" It directly blew up Mount Hyjal to the point where not even a blade of grass could grow for ten years.
It was just that Duque had never thought that the Night Elves, who were originally very conservative and abiding by their oaths, and had made great sacrifices for the greater good in history, would actually play such tricks.
Where did it go wrong?
Or was there a huge deviation in history?
Duque finally gave his answer after much thought. "I also know that the reappearance of the High Elves has put a lot of pressure on you, right? But you had no choice but to accept the High Elves entering Mount Hyjal in order to save the world. "
In the historical battle of Mount Hyjal, there were no High Elves or Blood Elves. Jaina's Theramore soldiers would definitely not have any conflicts with the Night Elves.
Eight thousand years ago, the Night Elves exiled the High Elves as blasphemers. Who would have thought that Duque would bring Queen Sylvanas' Blood Elf Rangers over this time? This was clearly a slap to the face!
When Duque said this, Tyrande's eyes were already glistening with tears.
However, Duque continued to use his magnetic voice, as if he was speaking to Tyrande, but was actually trying to persuade her. "I think that perhaps our destruction of nature's buildings and cannons, as well as the Horde's incessant cutting of trees, have provoked your Druids?"
This was another contradiction that could not be resolved.
To put it bluntly, the Night Elves were idealistic, while the Dwarves and Gnomes were materialistic.
On one side, they advocated for Greenpeace, while on the other, they engaged in highly polluting industries.
It would be a miracle if the Druids were happy with the Dwarves' cannons.
At this time, Duque's words had already caused Tyrande to tremble uncontrollably.
Duque made the final blow to Tyrande. "The one who put so much pressure on you and advocated for getting rid of those untrustworthy blasphemers and Cenarius' murderer was Fandral Staghelm, wasn't it?"
This sentence was definitely a fatal blow.
Tyrande's mouth twitched for a long time before she finally broke down and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I've never thought of harming an ally. I really didn't think … "
Tyrande, who had supported the Night Elves for ten thousand years with her head and shoulders lowered, looked no different from a weak human girl at this moment.
The only difference was that even though tears were already welling up in her eyes, she still did not cry.
"But when I think about the huge sacrifices we Night Elves are about to make. We have a cruel new neighbor and an alliance that has accepted our exiles watching from the sidelines. I can't calm down. "
Tyrande suddenly straightened her back, puffing out her chest and sucking in her stomach. From her bones, every movement she made exuded an awe-inspiring righteousness.
Duque couldn't help but loosen his grip on the wall and take half a step back.
"Alright, Your Excellency Duke Marcus, I'll answer your questions one by one! Your conjecture is only half right. But the explosion plan you mentioned does indeed exist! In the ancient war, the powerful guardian dragons were unable to stop the invasion of the Burning Legion. Why should we believe that you mere mortals can stop the footsteps of the demons? Even if the demons have been weakened by magic formations! "
"Ugh …"
"The power of the explosion is directly proportional to the number of souls sacrificed by the Night Elves. A hundred thousand elites were prepared to sacrifice themselves to protect this beautiful world. But how could we bear to see our remaining clansmen being bullied by cruel tribes after their sacrifice? How could we bear to see our beautiful forests being destroyed by wanton felling of trees? So dare I ask, isn't it too much to plan for the worst-case scenario? Furthermore, I haven't agreed to carry out Fandral Staghelm's plan! "
At this moment, Duque suddenly understood the true intentions of the Night Elves. They were kinder than he had imagined.
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