She wouldn’t be so sad and angry if millions of her compatriots hadn’t been slaughtered by demons.
If she hadn’t been powerless to resist the spread of evil, she wouldn’t have been captured and sent here.
If she had not seen with her own eyes how huge the Burning Legion’s space fleet was, she would not have felt so frightened.
Perhaps Duke gave her a choice, but Duke, who had no real feeling of the massacre of the elves, did not realize that Tyrande had actually been forced into a desperate situation.
Suddenly, Tyrande’s body stopped shaking. Her hesitant and even scattered eyes became firm again. Without looking back, she sat on Duke’s lap and said, "Can you pray for me one last time? I want to report your story to the goddess Elune."
The black mist that enveloped the two of them dissipated.
Tyrande walked slowly and gracefully towards the window, where a large cluster of pure white moonlight illuminated a large area of marble floor as bright as day.
Duke gently took off his bathrobe and saw a strange figure sitting on the sofa.
The priestess began the prayer devoutly.
Looking from the side and rear, the pair of majestic and tall peaks of Hyjal were actually wrapped around by two small golden snakes that exuded an evil aura, with the snake head at the top holding the slightly protruding stump of the World Tree in its mouth.
Duke suddenly felt that the dark power in his heart seemed to be restless.
The moonlight is so soft. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet
The pure and beautiful moonlight formed a sharp contrast with this perfect and charming female body.
The prayer did not last long. Tyrande turned around, revealing a beautiful face that looked like she was crying or laughing. If you ignore the purple capillaries on her fair face that were so light that they were almost invisible, Duke suddenly found that she really looked a bit like the Windrunner sisters.
The same perseverance, the same love for their compatriots, the same willingness to sacrifice themselves...
Tyrande turned around without saying a word and walked back into Duke’s black mist, letting the black mist wrap around her. She knew that this was Duke’s way of isolating herself from all outside detection.
Duke’s voice was dry: "What did the goddess Elune say?"
Tyrande gently sat down beside Duke, not hiding the bitterness on her face: "She said to me, ’I’m sorry, my child!’"
Duke slapped his forehead—Fuck you!
He was speechless to Elune.
But for Elune, perhaps this was something she had no choice but to do.
There have been too many sacrifices, and no one knows how much more they will have to pay before they can see the dawn of victory. In front of the Burning Legion, a formidable enemy, a priestess is nothing.
Duke turned his head and looked at Tyrande with great toothache.
Until this moment, he finally understood why Tyrande ten thousand years later hated him so much when she first met him. It was because he went back to the War of the Ancients this time and caused such a mess. If he were Tyrande, he would hate him for ten thousand years too!
However, this fallacy is also super annoying. Duke in the 15th year of the Dark Portal offended Tyrande 10,000 years ago because he returned to the War of the Ancients, and as a result, he was retaliated by Tyrande 15 years of the Dark Portal 10,000 years later.
Thinking back to that time, Tyrande hated him to the core, and Duke was ready to give it his all. Holding the two peaks of Hyjal, Du said nonsense seriously: "Everything is for the destruction of the Burning Legion and for victory! So... I’m sorry!"
Tyrande clenched her teeth, her bright-colored cheeks almost dripping with blood, but she nodded heavily: "I have already vowed to give everything I have to the goddess Elune first. Since this is the will of the goddess, I have no regrets..."
"Okay, Miss Sacrifice, please accept this terrifying combo from another world - the magical skill invented by Sir Jin and promoted by Lord Wei Woo woo -"
"Please accept this invincible set of moves from the alien world of Japan - Forty-eight Moves of Oedo!"
Duke was originally fine, but the bad thing was that he fell ill.
Without any reason, the Seven Deadly Sins, which had not occurred for more than ten years, suddenly broke out.
If you guess wrong, I lose!
Tyrande was in great pain on the spot, she was shot!
It’s like a little girl who believes that there is a real Santa Claus, and is suddenly fed more than 10TB of action movies by a bad guy.
Even though priests have a greater recovery ability than pastors, Tyrande Whisperwind...still ended up in tragedy.
The next morning, Duke finally broke free from the Seven Deadly Sins state, and was completely unable to describe the tragic battlefield in any words.
"Wait! I need some quiet time..."
Well, luckily no one here will ask who Jingjing is.
Just as Duke was posing as a "Thinker", a pair of eyes filled with extremely complex emotions such as anger, fear, shame, obedience, and resignation met his gaze.
For a moment, Duke almost thought he was going to be hit by a hundred or so Falling Stars.
But in the end, it was Tyrande who came up silently and helped Duke to dress.
Seeing that Duke was still covered by the black fog, Tyrande pretended to be very docile and hugged Duke from behind. Their bodies pressed tightly together. With her face still stained with tears, she said something that was totally inconsistent with her expression: "Don’t lie to me! Otherwise, even if I die, my goddess and my sisters will hunt you down to the end of the universe."
Duke took a deep breath and said, "I will definitely do my best to destroy the main force of the Burning Legion. At least these demons will not be able to invade Azeroth again within ten thousand years!"
"I remember your oath!" Tyrande appeared gentle on the surface, but actually she said it with gritted teeth.
Originally, Tyrande wanted to pretend to be a tamed slave girl and follow Duke out, but unfortunately, she knelt on the spot when she stood up. She was so ashamed that she tried to heal herself with holy light and then continue to move, but there was a kind of pain called residual pain.
Duke sighed and walked out of the palace.
As expected, he saw the Eredar twins with mocking looks on their faces.
"Haha! Not bad, Infernal Affairs!"
"We were right about you!"
Facing the Gemini’s ’you know’ expression, Duke looked righteous and acted as if he didn’t understand what they were saying.
The more Duke acted , the more the twins became convinced that Duke was a fallen man.
At this moment, outside the city of Azshara, a knight wearing a hood and riding a night saber leopard approached the city wall.
The hellhound wandering outside the city was easily sucked dry by him.
He almost killed his way all the way until he reached the city wall, where a magically reinforced gate blocked his way. The night elf guards on the wall who were loyal to the Queen were glaring at him with their heads down.
He stepped forward and removed his hood.
He is the famous Illidan Stormrage!
"I serve my queen!" Illidan shouted. He was obviously not shouting at the guards, but at someone in the palace: "I serve my queen... and the leader of the Burning Legion!"