After 50 seconds, Vanessa woke up!
Duque was a little surprised, but also a little relieved.
Sure enough, gold would shine?
It seemed that Vanessa had inherited the tenacity of the original Vanessa in history. The little girl who had watched her father rise up because of injustice and eventually die, suffering the coldness of human nature, stood in front of the players more than a decade later …
At this moment, looking at Lilas, who had fainted, and then at Vanessa, who was stubbornly struggling to get up on the ground, Duque suddenly felt that the Vanessa in history seemed to overlap with his former little maid.
"Master! Did I … pass? " Her legs were shaking, and her face was pale. Bean-sized cold sweat gathered into small streams on her cheeks, neck, shoulders, collarbones, and other parts of her body. The sweat easily soaked the maid uniform on the outside, but it also revealed the tight-fitting leather armor under the maid uniform.
Apart from Tyrande, who had seen Vanessa's strength, many people looked at Vanessa in shock. They didn't expect that even Duque's maid had broken through to the realm of heroes, and was an outstanding Rogue.
Gently touching Vanessa's head, Duque smiled gently. "Well done. Although there are greater tests to come, at least you passed this time. Okay, go and rest! "
There was no first place in literature, and no second place in martial arts.
This sentence was applicable in any world.
After seeing Vanessa pass and Lilas fail, it seemed to have stimulated many people. Carponia was a little unconvinced, and she tactfully suggested to Kael 'thas that she wanted to try. Kaizi could only smile bitterly and convey this wish to Duque.
Duque waved his hand. "Go and try. Even if you don't participate in this mission, this kind of mental trial is a rare experience. "
In the end, the Four Heavenly Kings around Kael 'thas were all wiped out, dead dogs, and fainted.
This made Kaizi feel a little embarrassed. In the end, he grumbled and insisted that he go. Originally, Duque thought that since Kaizi could kneel down to his father in the Sun-Chasing King Court, his willpower should not be too strong. Obviously, Duque underestimated the prince's desire to prove himself hidden under the gentle appearance.
Or rather, after the battle at Mount Hyjal, Kael 'thas had found his backbone.
42 seconds!
It wasn't particularly good. It was later than Luo Ning, but faster than Vanessa.
Kael 'thas, who was kneeling on the ground, looked like a victor. He raised his head high with a satisfied smile on his face.
"It seems that for some reason, His Majesty Nozdormu didn't let me see the relevant content. He only tested me …" Kael 'thas panted.
"Sorry, I can't tell you the reason," Krasus said.
Duque knew the reason: Nozdormu was afraid that the Elves would return to the ancient war ten thousand years ago and become entangled with the Night Elves or the High Elves. For example, if they killed Queen Azshara in advance to preserve the Elves' ruling position, it would cause a huge deviation in history.
Whoosh whoosh! Nozdormu, you underestimate me too much. I'm Duque, the disintegrator of history!
"Okay, when will we get Karazhan back, and when will we start?" Duque asked.
"You can go back to the old site of Karazhan first and wait. When I go to the tribe to confirm the last candidate and report the list of team members to His Majesty Nozdormu, the return of Karazhan can begin. Then, you and your team have three days to prepare. "
"Okay!"
Queen Sylvie was deeply conflicted. She wanted her sisters to return quickly, but she was also a little reluctant to part with Duque. She could only press her lips hard.
An hour later, Orgrimmar.
Outside this brand-new, unfinished city, there were huge arrow towers erected on almost all the hills.
An Orc saw a black dot coming from the horizon.
"Dragon! A red dragon! "an Orc sentry shouted.
"I've heard that the Dragonmaw Clan used to ride red dragons to fly into the sky. Is that red dragon our companion, Brock?" another Orc asked.
Brock snorted. The Orc who asked was very young. During the battle at the Dark Portal, he was still a child, so he definitely didn't know how the Orcs could ride on dragons.
If the Orcs conquered the red dragons forever, it would be a glory to be proud of. Unfortunately, all that was left was humiliation.
Brock curled his lips. "Gascoe, you fool. If you want a dragon to fly around with an Orc, the only way is for the Orc to stay in the dragon's stomach!"
Gascoe shrugged, looking like he didn't care.
Orc customs were very interesting. They only respected shamans and orcs stronger than themselves.
Evidently, he and the other Orcs felt that Brock wasn't worthy of that magnificent equipment.
That's right, Brock was also a warrior who had returned from the battle of Mount Hyjal. Unfortunately, he'd always been by the Great Chief's side. He hadn't beheaded many demons, nor had he lasted until the end of the battle against the Archerons.
Brock had lost an arm, and he'd relied on human magic to recover and reattach it.
He didn't fear any enemy, but time had worn away at his soul. Perhaps because of his hunchback, he looked a little shorter than Gascoe. He didn't have much hair, but it was starting to turn white. His face was covered in scars and wrinkles. His eyes had long since lost the desire of his younger companions. When he met their doubtful and mistrustful gazes, he revealed a deep sense of indignation and sorrow.
Brock wanted to prove himself!
Krasus's arrival had alarmed all of Orgrimmar. He wasn't here to fight, so he turned into human form 500 meters away from the unfinished city gates and slowly walked over.
Thrall met Krasus at once.
When Krasus explained his purpose and handed over the dragon scale, Thrall was the first to touch it.
25 seconds, the best result apart from Duque.
Thrall, who looked like he'd been fished out of water, muttered to himself and rubbed his chin. "I think I know who to find, an outstanding warrior."
He turned around. "Brock! Call Brock here! "
Just like that, Brock was summoned. He passed the test in 33 seconds and accepted the mission.
Thrall respected Brock very much. Even though many young orcs had looked down on him in the last battle, Thrall would never forget that Brock had been by his side ever since the battle for freedom in Goldenhold. Whether it was against fully armed humans, zombies, or the bloody battle with the centaurs after arriving in Durotar.
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