"There's no second time in life. Besides, I'm quite satisfied with my current life. As long as I can let my people, the people I love, and the people who love me live a good life, I'll be satisfied. Giving up my past for the sake of my youth was never an option from the start. "
Kalia didn't even refuse after feeling touched. As expected, she decisively rejected Duque's gift.
"That's right! If there's a man I love deeply who chooses to repay my youth in such a way to reject my love, I won't do it either. This is the last restraint of a lady. Of course, if we can be together in the end, and the person I love is willing to give me his youth, then it'll be a different story. "The despicable Jaina even added insult to injury.
Duque glared at Jaina fiercely. Damn you, I'll definitely spank your butt later.
Jaina secretly stuck out her tongue, then turned her head away, ignoring Duque.
Throughout the banquet, Duque felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Although Kalia and the others were reminiscing about the past as if they were talking about family matters, Duque really couldn't lose his temper!
Fortunately, the banquet didn't last too long. Kalia threw him a slightly aggrieved look, then very politely left.
The rest were all his women.
Aurelia very elegantly used a napkin to wipe the nonexistent sauce from the corner of her mouth, then sighed. "Duque, we're not forbidding you from adding more sisters to us, we just hope that you can restrain yourself. Then, if this is fate's arrangement, then we have no objections."
Sylvanas continued, "You'll be going on a mission next year. Are you confident? "
"Eighty percent," Sasha said.
"If you want any of us to accompany you tonight, that's no problem, but please ensure that you have enough stamina for tomorrow …"
Jaina and Ilusia didn't speak, quietly gazing at Duque with eyes full of love.
In the end, Duque chose to hug Aurelia to sleep. There was no passion, only the peace of a family. As he softly recounted the bits and pieces of the past, Duque peacefully fell asleep.
In the morning, the time to return to the past finally came.
Through the portal, the six people who were going back this time gathered on a piece of barren land at the junction of the Elven Forest and the Red Ridge Mountain.
Duque looked at Grom and Brock, then at Ronin and Vanessa, and finally nodded at Krasus.
"Let's begin!" Nozdormu's loud voice came from the void.
More information began to flood into the minds of the transmigrators from the void. Other than Duque, the other five finally understood the meaning of returning to the past — the ancient war!
That was the limit of Nozdormu's power. It was the foundation of the World of Azeroth, and even the foundation of the entire world. If the Burning Legion had won the ancient war ten thousand years ago, then the entire timeline would have been completely overturned. That would have been the greatest violation and blasphemy to the efforts of a transmigrator like Duque!
The six of them felt their surroundings blur, and a terrifying feeling enveloped their bodies. It was as if they were covered by an invisible glass cover, and a large amount of air was instantly pumped into them.
The surging waves of air that could not be captured by sight pressed down on everyone's bodies. It was a terrifying feeling that made it hard for them to breathe. The world around them kept changing, and the trees in the Elven Forest that were already showing signs of winter suddenly grew larger.
"Master!?" Vanessa cried out in shock, but Duque could not respond at all. Even if he tried to force a smile on his face, it would probably be distorted if Vanessa saw it.
In the next moment, they realized that the members of the mission seemed to have become long and narrow 'noodle people'.
Before they could even cry out in shock, this strange and distorted illusion of time began to devour everyone.
Everyone was like a small boat trapped in a whirlpool in the ocean, spinning clockwise at high speed. The faster they went, the more dizzy they became. Countless strange and blurred sounds and images assaulted their senses. This amount of information was so terrifying, it was no wonder that Nozdormu had to do a Will test in advance.
It felt like the trees hundreds of meters away were being sucked in by the whirlpool, passing by Duque and entering the whirlpool of time.
Soon, it was not just ordinary things. Things of all sizes began to fly over, and even the meteors in the sky and the crimson mountains broke apart, whistling past, and disappeared in the whirlpool.
This mental attack was so violent that the few teammates around Duque quickly lost consciousness. Only Duque remained conscious with the system elf's high-speed information classification and the protection of the spiritual sea.
Duque instantly traveled through space and time, and saw a huge 'Milky Way' circling in the void!
It was a long river of history formed by countless historical fragments. The system elf greedily absorbed all the information that could be collected at 80% capacity, until Duque was sent to the distant end of the 'Milky Way' by a huge force …
In Azeroth, the earth was covered in frost, and the bitter cold winter had arrived. Unknowingly, he had entered the Dark Portal for 16 years.
Walking in the ruins of Lordaeron, the former Sun King Anastrian looked gloomy. Of course, any Lich would look extremely cold and evil to a bystander, regardless of whether they preserved their appearance when they were alive, or if they directly cut off their heads and left only a skull.
As the highest-ranking defector who 'volunteered' to join the Calamity Army, the Sun King had always been allowed to retain his will and all his subordinates. Even the corpses of the High Elves that the Calamity Army slaughtered would be assigned to him after they became immortals.
Anastrian had obtained the immortality that he wanted more, but he always felt that he had lost more.
Yes!
It was status!
In the past, he was a king that no one could command and order. A high and mighty king.
After surrendering to the Calamity Army, even if he could retain a large number of subordinates, he still felt that he was a damned slave!
Arthas could order him, the Lich King could order him, and even those damned Dreadlords could order him around like a dog.
In his cold eyes that were burning with blue flames, there was only unwillingness and anger.
However, the turning point was coming.
Archimonde … A demon commander so powerful that he could destroy the great magic city of Dalajan with just a spell. In the end, he died in the world that he came to destroy, and was buried in the hands of those 'ants' that he looked down on.
And his death became the catalyst for ambition.
What was more interesting was that Anastrian noticed that no one actually informed the Dreadlords of the news of Archimonde's death.
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