"There is no second chance in life, and I am quite satisfied with my current life. As long as my countryn, the people I love, and the people who love can live a good life, I will be satisfied. Giving up my past for the sake of youth, this option did not exist from the beginning."
As expected, Calia decisively rejected Duke’s gift without even showing any sign of being touched and then refusing it.
"Yes! If a man I deeply love chooses to repay my youth in this way in order to reject my love, I won’t do it. This is the last bit of reserve as a ms.. Of course, if we can end up together, and the person I love is willing to give his youth, that’s another matter." The damn Jaina added another blow.
Duke glared at Jaina fiercely - you bastard, I will beat your ass when I get back.
Jaina secretly stuck out her tongue, then turned her head away and ignored Duke.
Throughout the entire dinner, Duke felt very uncomfortable. Although Calia and the others were reminiscing about the past as if they were chatting about family matters, Duke really couldn’t get angry!
Fortunately, the dinner didn’t last too long. After giving Calia a slightly resentful look, she politely left.
The rest are all our own won.
Alleria elegantly wiped the non-existent sauce on the corner of her mouth with her napkin and sighed: "Duke, we are not forbidding you to give us more sisters. We just hope that you can exercise restraint. And then, if it is fate’s arrangent, then we have no objection."
Sylvanas interjected: "You will go on a mission next year. Are you sure?"
"About 80%."
Vereesa said, "If you want any of us to accompany you tonight, that’s fine, but please make sure you have enough strength for tomorrow..."
Jaina and Ilucia said nothing, but just stared at Duke with loving eyes.
In the end, Duke chose to fall asleep with Alleria in his arms. There was no passion, only the tranquility of family. Duke fell asleep peacefully while whispering about the past.
In the morning, the mont to return to the past finally ca.
Through the portal, the six people who were going back this ti gathered on a piece of wasteland at the junction of Elwynn Forest and Redridge Mountains.
Looking at Grom and Brox, then at Rhonin and Vanessa, Duke finally nodded to Krasus.
"Let’s begin!" Nozdormu’s grand voice suddenly ca from the void.
More information began to flood into the minds of every traverser from the void like a tide. Except for Duke, the other five people truly understood the significance of returning to the past this ti - the War of the Ancients!
That is the limit of Nozdormu’s power. It is the cornerstone of the entire world of Azeroth, and even the cornerstone of the world’s ten thousand years of ti. If the Burning Legion won the final victory in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, then the entire tiline would be completely subverted. That would be the greatest violation and blasphemy of all the efforts made by Duke, the ti traveler!
At the sa ti, the six people felt a trance around them. A terrible feeling enveloped their bodies, as if they were covered by an invisible huge glass cover, and then a large amount of air was pumped into it in an instant.
The surging air waves that could not be captured by vision squeezed everyone’s body fiercely, and it was a terrible feeling that they could not breathe. The world around them was constantly changing, and the trees in Elwynn Forest, which already had winter in them, suddenly grew larger.
"Master!?" Vanessa scread, but Duke couldn’t respond at all. Even the smile he tried to put on looked distorted when Vanessa saw it.
The next mont, they found that the team mbers participating in the mission seed to have turned into "noodle n" as long and narrow as noodles.
There was no ti to utter any exclamations as this strange and distorted ti illusion began to engulf everyone.
Everyone was like a boat stuck in a whirlpool, spinning clockwise at high speed, faster and faster, more and more dizzy, with countless strange sounds and images coming. The amount of information was so terrifying that it was no wonder that Nozdormu had to conduct a will test in advance.
It felt like the trees hundreds of ters away were being sucked into the vortex, passing by Duke and entering the vortex of ti.
Soon, it was not just ordinary objects, but things of all sizes began to fly over. Even the falling objects in the sky and the red mountains broke apart, whizzed past, and disappeared into the vortex.
The ntal shock was so violent that several of Duke’s teammates quickly lost consciousness. Only Duke remained awake thanks to the system AI’s high-speed information classification and protection of the ntal sea partition.
Duke traveled through ti and space in an instant and saw a huge "galaxy" hovering in the void!
It was a long river of history composed of countless historical fragnts. The system elves greedily absorbed all the information they could collect at 80% load, until Duke sent a huge force to the far end of the ’galaxy’...
In Azeroth, the earth was covered with frost, the cold winter ca, and sixteen years had passed since the Dark Portal.
Walking in the ruined city of Lordaeron, the forr Sun King Anasterian was very gloomy. Of course, any lich looked extrely cold and evil to the onlookers, no matter whether they tried their best to retain their appearance when they were alive, or simply left their heads with only a skull.
As the highest-ranking defector who "voluntarily" surrendered to the Scourge, the Sun King had been allowed to retain his own will and all his subordinates, and even the corpse of every high elf slaughtered by the Scourge would be incorporated into his command after being transford into undead.
Anasterian got the immortality he wanted, but always felt that he lost sothing more.
right!
It’s about status!
He used to be a king who no one could command or give orders to. A king who was high above everyone else.
After joining the Scourge, even though he still had a large number of subordinates, he still felt like a damned slave!
Arthas can order him around, the Lich King can order him around, and even those damn dreadlords yell at him like a dog.
In his cold eyes, burning with blue icy flas, there was only unwilling anger.
However, the turning point is coming.
Archimonde... a demon commander who was so powerful that he could destroy the great magical city of Dalaran with just a spell, but he died in the world he ca to destroy, at the hands of the "ants" he despised.
And his death beca the catalyst for ambition.
What’s even more interesting is that Anasterian noticed that no one had inford the dreadlords of Archimonde’s death.
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