Duque didn't blame the Night Elves for having their own thoughts.
Even the Titans of Creation had their own selfish motives these days. They would turn bad and fall.
Look, didn't Sargeras learn bad things? Did he run out and start his own faction?
With the intention of seeking common ground while reserving differences, Duke was very sincere in pulling the Night Elves, who were fated to be members of the Alliance, into the abyss of suffering that was the Alliance. Oh, it was a great united and loving family under Duke's control.
Duque suddenly thought of something, and immediately reminded Tyrande, "No, no, no. Mortals are useless now. We've already eliminated all the leaders of the Burning Legion's invasion force, except for Archimonde. According to Archimonde's habits, he'll personally take action soon. In front of him, all those who haven't entered the realm of heroes or are below the Radiant Moon realm are meaningless. "
Tyrande seemed very shocked.
From the look on her face, Duque knew that empiricism was the death of one.
Tyrande was one of the few who had witnessed the ancient war. She had seen with her own eyes that even the powerful dragons had to suffer under the horde of demons that blotted out the skies.
However, the Night Elves were too secluded. For ten thousand years, they had never thought that the Burning Legion would have a commander who liked to fight in close combat.
The Burning Legion still had at least two hundred thousand demons. Why would he roll up his sleeves and fight?
Tyrande instinctively didn't believe it.
At this moment, there was an urgent knock on the door.
"High Priestess! High Priestess! Are you there? "Tyrande immediately knew that it was her trusted aide, Melande's voice.
"Come in!"
As a high-ranked priestess of the Moon Lady Church, Melande was definitely one of the best in terms of appearance and martial arts. Melande practically rushed in. Even though she tried to control her emotions, her face and eyes were filled with anxiety and fear.
Ignoring Duque's presence, or perhaps assuming that Duque did not understand the ancient language of Darnassus, Melande nodded at Duque and quickly walked to Tyrande's side. "Our ambush team has been discovered. The main force of the Burning Legion attacked our forces, and we can confirm that Archimonde was personally involved. Lord Shamurian has activated his ultimate combat technique. Based on initial judgment, Archerons is not injured. "
Tyrande's face paled in an instant. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white from clenching her fists.
She raised her beautiful face and revealed a cold smile. She spoke in the same Darnassus language, but this time to Duque: "Lord Marcus, your opinion is correct – the fighting power of mortals is meaningless."
Melander jumped in fright. Didn't this mean that Duque had heard everything he had just said?
Duque gracefully performed a Cadores ancient salute, his lips parting slightly.
"Vendel 'oeranus Hindu!" He paused for a moment before adding, "Anar' endal dracon."
This was actually a sentence made up of Salas phrases common to the Darnassus language. When put together, the meaning was — May the heavens have mercy on us and forget this failure. May we have the courage of a dragon to face new challenges.
Duque's words were gentle and kind, filled with wisdom and determination to fight against evil.
For a moment, the two priests almost thought that they were facing the wise demigod Cenarius instead of a young human.
Tyrande and Melande crossed their arms in front of their chests and placed their fingers on their shoulders. They bowed deeply to Duque and spoke in the human language.
"In order to not let the sacrifices of our people be in vain, I hope that we can put aside our differences and work together to destroy the demon Archimonde."
Greeting each other in the language of the other was already the most formal form of etiquette.
In an instant, both sides had an inexplicable sense of goodwill and recognition towards each other.
"I'll have to trouble the Night Elves to prepare their last resort," Duque sighed.
"Alright. Before that, let's inform the Tribe."
Duque and Tyrande went out together and told Thrall that the Night Elves' ambush had been wiped out by Archimonde.
Thrall, Wojin, and the other chiefs all had very interesting expressions when they heard that the Night Elves' army of a hundred thousand had been annihilated.
Tyrande spoke, "The mortals' defense is no longer meaningful. The Night Elves have agreed to the Alliance and the Tribe's retreat. However, if possible, we still hope that each side can send their strongest to support this battle that will decide the fate of the world."
The tribe had a 'quiet' discussion, and the final result was a pleasant surprise for Duke.
Apart from Varrock, almost all of the Tribe's strongest fighters had chosen to participate in the battle — Thrall, Grom, Kane, Wojin, and Brock.
"Varrock! Lead the army back to Orgrimmar. If I don't come back, you'll be the next chief of the Tribe. "
As soon as Thrall gave the order, Varrock Salufar cried on the spot, "Chief, I never thought that I was made for the position. You … you have to come back!"
On the other side, Kane was also instructing his deputy, "If I die, let Bane be the chief."
The Alliance's side was even more so. The group of strong fighters who had come here were prepared to fight to the end. Those who should stay were all on the Eastern Kingdom's mainland.
For example, at this point in time, Varian, who was not very strong yet, Abbendis, who stayed behind to assist Queen Kalia, and Magni Bronzebeard did not come …
Even the most unexpected situation for Duque had appeared.
Jaina was actually instructing Aegwynn, "If I don't come back, go find Gina Goldsword. I think she might have a child with my father. If not, he or she is the next king of Kul 'Tiras. If not, just make one up. Anyway, the legacy of Kul 'Tiras cannot be broken. "
Perhaps some people would ask, but Azeroth had been destroyed. What was the point of inheritance?
This was related to another secret plan of the Alliance. Before Duque brought the large army to Mount Hyjal, he had announced that if they lost, he hoped that the remaining kings and leaders would lead all the survivors to open the Dark Portal again and find a way to find a new planet. At the very least, they could let the people take refuge in Draenor first.
It was precisely because of this that the countries could send their strongest fighters to participate in the war without any scruples.
The sun was setting.
The army retreated from the portal like a tide. The Tribe returned directly to Durotar. The Alliance soldiers teleported to Theramore.
At this time, the strong fighters of the three sects had already gathered around Duque.
Queen Sylvie smiled, "Duque! Did you foresee this outcome? "
"If everything could be done with foresight, then the so-called life is just thousands of boring journeys dominated by fate. To put it bluntly, there are countless paths in fate, and there is no absolute right or wrong. As long as it is my own choice, I will not regret it. "
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