Without any explanation, two strong arms picked up the two queens and plunged into the teleportation gate.
The next moment, hundreds of miles away, the once huge and lush World Tree's crown could be clearly seen shining brightly. After a violent tremor, the entire mountaintop exploded. Then, a terrifying shock wave and dazzling fire swept through the entire Mount Hyjal like a huge wave that could destroy the world.
All signs of life were swept away by the wave of destruction at this moment.
The Night Elves who had already taken refuge watched blankly as the home they had lived in for nearly ten thousand years was destroyed in this world-shaking explosion.
"Woo woo! Woo woo woo! "Countless elves knelt on the ground and prayed, wailing loudly!
At the same time, in the Wizard Tower of Theramore Harbor.
There was also a loud cry.
"Damn it! I asked you to see if you could do anything, not to sacrifice yourself! "Jaina knelt in front of the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Cirvanas also knelt, his hands clasping the palm of the black figure on the bed. He pursed his lips tightly and did not say a word, his body trembling non-stop.
The grief of the two queens was clearly expressed.
In order to defeat Archimonde and his main force of the Burning Legion, the Alliance paid a heavy price.
At this moment, in Theramore Harbor, almost every piece of green grass was neatly placed with corpses. Those who slept here were the familiar faces of the living who stood where they were in the past.
Although each of them had written their wills and were prepared to accept their sacrifice before coming here, and this battle had ended in victory as well, proving that all their previous efforts were absolutely meaningful … But compared to such a victory, they would rather die in battle with their companions on Mount Hyjal, and not taste the suffocating despair that came from the mage tower.
In order to kill Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion, their most respected hero of the Alliance, Duke Marcus, also suffered the most terrifying backlash when he killed this super big demon.
An unknown and terrifying death curse had filled his entire body with the most evil and dark power.
Since the invasion of the orcs, they did not enjoy many years of peace, and the Burning Legion also came. Everyone said that the test for Azeroth was yet to come.
If they lost a powerful leader like Duque at this time, no one knew what would happen next.
Would the Alliance disband?
Would the world come to the brink of destruction?
All of the soldiers experienced the feeling of fear, worry, and helplessness towards the future after victory.
It was as if they harbored a thirst for military achievements and hope in life, but were immediately seriously injured and on the verge of death as soon as they stepped onto the battlefield. They had no choice but to face the cruel reality of having their dreams shattered.
It was a terrifying feeling as if all future prospects were about to be destroyed.
On top of the Mage Tower, Turalyon, who was holding [Quel 'Zaram] tightly, had tears streaming down his face.
Similarly, Mograine, who was holding [Ashbringer] by the window, had a similar expression on his face.
As comrades who had worked with Duque for more than a decade, they knew better than anyone else how important Duque was in pushing the Alliance forward. Not to mention that Duque had a close relationship with the three queens.
In the current alliance, apart from Magni, there was not a single king from the previous generation left.
In this political arena where political capital and achievements were the most important, there was no one who could replace Duque, not even temporarily.
If they lost Duque here, it would definitely be a heavy blow to the Alliance's politics, economy, and military.
It might be better if Duque died in battle, but what they feared the most was that Duque would fall like Prince Arthas. That would be the nightmare of the Alliance and even the entire World of Azeroth.
A leader who understood the Alliance and even the Horde the best, who had wisdom far above others, had fallen into the Burning Legion's sharpest claws … Just thinking about it made Turalyon and Magni shiver.
Looking at Duque, who was entangled by the dark aura and his body twitching, Jaina's tear-stained face looked as if she had been stabbed.
She turned her head and questioned Benedict, Riadeline, and all the clerics, "Can't you do anything to find a way to get rid of the dark power in Duque's body?"
None of the clerics dared to respond to Queen Kurtiras's anger immediately.
At this time, Queen Sylvanas pressed the back of Jaina's hand with one hand. "Enough! Didn't they say it before? It's useless to blame them. Duque's magic circuit is too fragile. This is the result of suddenly being invaded by dark power when Duque used up his magic power. Forcibly injecting external holy light will only cause every inch of Duque's magic circuit to collapse and explode. "
"Could it be … Could it be …" Jaina was about to lose control of her emotions. "Are we just going to watch Duque die like this?!"
Only silence answered her.
At this time, Vanessa suddenly knocked on the door. Her face was also tear-stained. "Several representatives of the Horde are outside Theramore. They want to see Master Marcus."
Jaina was completely out of control. "What are those cruel orcs doing here at this time? Do they want to see if Duque is dead, and then take the opportunity to defeat the Alliance? "
Mograine gently pressed on Jaina's shoulder and shook his head. "My old brother Theon once said, 'I've seen the dirtiest humans, but I've also seen the greatest orcs.' So, glory has no borders."
Jaina fell silent.
Turalyon nodded to Vanessa. "Let them come up."
Not long after, Thrall, Grom, Wojin, Cain, and several other Horde leaders came up. Cain was too big, so he could only stay under the Mage Tower. The other three came up, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Although the flowers did not match the burly and violent appearance of the orcs, everyone still felt a trace of warmth.
Thrall spoke directly in the standard human language. "I know that we may not be welcome. But this time, we have nothing to do with our position. It is purely to express our respect for a great hero. Perhaps one day, the Alliance and the Horde will go to war again. Even so, I hope to see a healthy and powerful Duke Marcus on the battlefield, rather than hiding in a dark corner and rejoicing that a strong enemy has left. "
Thrall was so open and aboveboard that several Paladins silently bowed slightly to Thrall to show their respect.
Sylvanas and Jaina stood up together and also bowed to Thrall. Finally, it was Queen Sylvanas who spoke. "Thank you for your visit. This cooperation between the Alliance, the Horde, and the Night Elves was single-handedly facilitated by Duque on the Alliance's side. We also hope that we can finish what we started. Before there are new developments, we hope to maintain a state of peace with the Horde. "
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