Ti goes back a few hours.
It was a horrible day, a dark day where neither the sun nor the moon could be seen.
Ever since Illidan suggested offering the Demon Soul to Sargeras, Tyrande had not been able to sleep much. The few tis she did, she took a short nap because she was too tired. On the rare occasion when she knew that Sargeras was about to get the Demon Soul, she fell asleep, but unfortunately she had a nightmare of the destruction of the world.
Waking up from a hazy dream, she felt the presence of a man beside her.
Malfurion, are you here to save ?
Or is it you... Illidan?
The beautiful woman’s whispered prayers were destined to go unanswered. After penetrating the hazy fog, Tyrande opened her eyes and saw Duke.
Unexpectedly, it was not a shadowed Duke, but a completely normal Duke whose whole body was filled with normal human colors.
Tyrande was extrely surprised. If it weren’t for the extrely familiar dark energy lingering around the other person, she would even think that it was a different person.
Duke pulled Tyrande up and held her waist domineeringly.
It was this slightly rough action, and the familiar touch from the waist, that made Tyrande feel a little safer: It was actually... him! Duke was actually a handso man...
No normal woman would like to be possessed by a humanoid creature with a black body. That is a terrible experience that challenges the limits of won’s acceptance.
From the initial anger and resistance, to numbness and acceptance, to the current resignation to fate, and then to the unexpected surprise after giving up hope, Tyrande suddenly discovered that happiness can sotis be very simple.
Duke smiled faintly: "Tyrande, you have worked hard. Today is the day that will decide our fate. I hope you will co with to witness the results of our hard work during this period. Prove that all the grievances and patience you and I have endured will be rewarded. This is not the will of the goddess, it is purely you and ."
Tyrande’s mouth moved and the muscles on her face twitched slightly. Her delicate and holy face seed to tell Duke that she wanted to be happy but was afraid that she would be even more disappointed and desperate.
It was this extrely contradictory mood that made her speechless for a long ti.
"I...I...I..." Tyrande had no idea what to say.
"Co on!" Duke entered the shadow form again without further explanation.
In this way, they took Tyrande through corridors and gates, and the upper elves and demons they t on the way all bowed respectfully to them.
In their minds, Duke is now a rare powerful and intelligent technical lord in the legion. Unlike those lords who only know how to fight and kill, and unlike those female demons who only know how to plot but have low combat power, this Infernal Lord is temporarily irreplaceable in the legion. So even if they all regard Tyrande as the slave girl of the Infernal Lord, they still dare not neglect her in the slightest.
Arriving in the void, Tyrande saw the huge and terrifying true form of Sargeras, and also saw Duke open the huge portal and teleport Sargeras to the space barrier of the planet Azeroth in one breath.
Until this mont, Tyrande still didn’t understand what Duke was going to do.
Isn’t Duke still helping Sargeras co?
When Sargeras’s huge body, like a mountain, disappeared through the portal of the Twisting Nether, Tyrande could clearly hear the wild cheers of a group of Eredar warlocks in the control center where Duke was.
The demons were roaring, singing, and celebrating their upcoming conquest and destruction of a new planet.
"Okay, you guys can leave now. I want to celebrate with my baby." Duke spoke in Eredar, which Tyrande could not understand.
But the ’we understand’ expressions on the faces of those male Eredar demons before they left made Tyrande’s face burn.
The sci-fi tal hall that could accommodate hundreds of people suddenly beca empty.
No Eredar demon thought there was anything wrong with Duke’s order. Because Duke had proved his loyalty to the Legion and completed his mission well, Duke’s current status was well deserved.
Tyrande gritted her teeth and took small steps towards Duke. She knew she could not disobey Duke or Duke’s sword.
He wants...
At this mont, Duke gently hugged Tyrande and whispered in her long ear: "The next mont is the mont to witness a miracle. We must conserve our energy, because it will be very thrilling."
Duke snapped his fingers, and real-ti images of the area near Azshara were projected onto the huge screen in the hall.
Tyrande saw the decisive battle between the demigods of Azeroth and the main force of the Burning Legion, and saw the appearance of the demigod, the White Stag Malorne.
As the guardian of nature, Malorne was once hailed as the most powerful creature walking on Kalimdor. Along with the Dragon King, he is one of the most powerful creatures in Azeroth.
The Guardian of the Road, the Holy Spirit of Protection of All Living Things, the Great Ancient Guardian... More than ten honorific titles and titles fully reflect the greatness of Malorne.
In the scene, Tyrande was shocked to see that Malorne easily crushed a reorganized elite demon army of the Burning Legion in order to save his injured son Cenarius.
Archimonde had to show up, and finally appeared to prevent the entire army from being destroyed by Malorne.
The confrontation between the two powerful n easily reminded Tyrande of words like "the strongest confrontation from two worlds".
After the earth-shattering battle, Malorne, who had been seriously injured in the previous battle against a large number of demons, was generally evenly matched with the demon lord Archimonde, but was eventually defeated by Archimonde the Defiler after his neck was broken.
Archimonde narrowly won.
"Ah!" Tyrande shed tears of horror.
Because the one who died was the spouse of the goddess she believed in...
Duke could only comfort her: "Don’t worry, demigods can be resurrected...it just takes a little longer."
Then, the scene ca to the vicinity of the city of Azshara, and Tyrande saw that the coalition’s raid turned into a tough battle, and saw Nefarian’s intrusion and failure.
The center of the final scene is locked on Illidan who has obtained the Demon Soul.
"Illidan! He..."
No one knew whether Illidan had been eyeing this opportunity from the beginning or appeared there by accident.
Everyone only knew that the Demon Soul had exploded due to the explosion of the magic circle. Now, there was no one within a hundred ters of Illidan who could stop him.
If Illidan wanted to do sothing about the platinum disc-shaped Demon Soul, now would be the best ti.
"Brother!?" Malfurion scread from more than a hundred ters away!
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