Stormwind Wizard God Chapter 967: Aftermath

"Victory! Long live!" The wild dwarf drank bagged liquor and fired guns into the sky.

"For our world!" The heroic orc pounded his chest hard.

"Karabor! We are back--" The sentintal Draenei knelt down in every corner of the temple, crying bitterly.

The capture of Illidan symbolized the end of the largest phase of the Allied Expedition to Outland. What remained was so cleanup work to wipe out the remnants of the evil.

This is very different from the Alliance practices in history. The original alliances, at most, just sent so guys on horseback to shout victory to various cities and towns.

With Duke in power in this life, the Alliance’s practices are more open and transparent.

During the days when the coalition forces were fighting, almost every day there would be thieves or hunters who were specifically nad "Hong Kong reporters" by Duke, sending frontline reports back to the Alliance countries in Azeroth.

From the simplest marches and hard life, to the laying of railroad tracks, to the battle of Hellfire Citadel, then to opening up the passage to Shattrath City, followed by the clearing of the evil orcs and the battle of Shadowmoon Valley.

As long as there is a town or factory with more than a thousand people, there will be a special team of mages stationed there to report using magical images and a combination of audio and video.

Smaller villages use a newspaper-like thod to spread their propaganda.

Although Duke had specially adopted the thod of delaying reporting for three days for the sake of control, and of course this could also be attributed to the inconvenience of communication in Outland, for the people of Azeroth, this was definitely a new thing.

Just like Duke has been emphasizing among the Alliance’s top brass:

"We need more than just soldiers to know what they are fighting for."

"We also need people to know where their labor and the taxes they pay go."

"Only in this way will our soldiers take the initiative to fight and our people will work hard."

Duke had run the Alliance for so many years that it had already adapted to the warti economy. Once a war broke out, all kinds of contingency plans would be implented imdiately - the supply of luxury goods would be greatly reduced, while the production of military products would be relatively increased.

Thanks to the Alliance’s current strong economic and agricultural strength, there is no need for a food rationing system within the Alliance. rchants are only prohibited from reselling large quantities of food across borders. All rchants must have a license and sell food and local specialty fruits and vegetables strictly on ti and in quantity.

In almost all military and logistical industries, workers voluntarily and consciously work overti, and many workers even ask for exemption from overti pay.

Every mber of the Alliance had no regrets, because they knew that they were contributing to this just war. It was because of their efforts that the soldiers on the front line could eat canned food with a variety of flavors, live in comfortable tents, and sleep in warm sleeping bags.

Because of the reports from the front line, and because each military product had a unique number, old workers or middle-aged won would occasionally be surprised to find in the reports that a sleeping bag or a shovel was made by themselves.

That sense of participation is unmatched by any previous war.

Even though they were separated by countless light years, the people in the rear still felt that their hearts were connected to the soldiers on the front line. The special train specially set up by the logistics troops allowed the soldiers to write letters to their families every week, which was also well received.

So when the news of victory ca from Outland, the entire alliance cheered.

"Hurray! Victory!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live Commander Edmund!"

"Long live His Majesty Wrynn!"

Looking at the Alliance flags that filled the Dark Temple, people cheered and also noticed the broadcasts inserted between the victory reports.

That was the image of the evil human transformation experint field sent from the Dark Temple.

The scene of blood flowing everywhere, the forbidden scene of flesh and blood being forcibly stitched together, seed to be crossing the magic mirror and rushing towards the people.

"Ah!" Although Bishop Sally Whitemane, the announcer, had solemnly reminded the public before the broadcast that the following scenes were quite bloody, many people still felt extrely uncomfortable.

There is no 18 rule in the Alliance. Most of the young people in this generation of the Alliance were born during the Dark Gate War. In addition, the previous generation had been ravaged by the war, so no one thought there was anything wrong with the Alliance broadcasting these things. At most, mothers would take their frightened children away.

"Oh my God! That’s horrible."

"Hell, I can’t imagine what would happen if millions of these monsters flooded Azeroth."

"Holy Light, I finally understand why the Alliance spends so much money every year to defend the Dark Portal and strengthen the Watchtower Fortress."

the Alliance is now truly united, with full support. Even if Duke suddenly gets the idea of ​​holding a general election, he will probably get 99% of the votes.

The end of the war marks the end of a stage for the people, but for the top leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, there are countless things to do.

The Horde was busy migrating people from the impending destruction of Draenor, and so were the Draenei.

As the new leader of the Draenei, Yrel personally took action to overthrow Illidan as soon as he ca to power, took back the Black Temple for the Draenei, and renad it the Temple of Karabor, which imdiately consolidated Yrel’s position.

Although it was impossible to invest any more manpower and resources to repair the Temple of Karabor due to the collapse of Draenor, giving up a temple and having it snatched away by soone else and then telling them in a naive way that "I don’t want this" were two completely different things.

At Duke’s reminder, the Draenei also began preparations for the migration of the entire tribe, initially planning to fly the entire Storm Fortress to the Azuremyst Isle of Azeroth.

This is completely different from history. In history, it was Kael’thas who followed Yilidan’s orders to kill the Draenei. The Draenei were desperate and flew a large escape pod-like spaceship to Azeroth. In this life, the Draenei flew the entire spaceship to Azeroth in an orderly manner.

This is a completely different concept.

Duke and the Alliance leaders believed that with Storm Fortress, they would be able to strengthen the air defense capabilities near Darnassus.

After a busy day, Duke finally left the command room in Karazhan and returned to his bedroom.

After becoming a demigod, I no longer feel physically tired, but now I am troubled by so many things - I am ntally exhausted.

As soon as he returned to the room, Duke felt sothing was wrong.

The room was dimly lit, and soone had turned the magic lamp to its lowest setting.

Then, Duke was shocked.

He was not surprised to see maids, dragons, dragons and maids in his room.

But Duke was really shocked by the high priest who suddenly appeared in a naked apron.

Oh my god, could it be that the little notebook I wrote in when I was bored and hid under the bed was discovered?

Tyrande said charmingly, holding her face gently with her left hand: "My dear, you are back? So, do you want to eat first, take a bath first? Or eat - first?"

Huh?

Huh?

There is such a benefit?

Duke’s eyes lit up.

When he first taught Tyrande, she refused to do it. Later, after this relationship spanned tens of thousands of years, although Tyrande had accumulated a lot of pressure, because their positions had subtly changed and their fate turned into a true relationship, Duke never forced Tyrande to do anything she didn’t want to do again.

In the harem, it is undeniable that Duke is very interested in Tyrande. From the high priestess who was as pure as a saint, he slowly poisoned her... and then there were tens of millions of night elves outside who were still worshipping their own woman...

This feeling is just like scribbling on a piece of white paper, arbitrarily contaminating it with traces that belong only to you, and then framing it, and a group of uninford onlookers worship it as a sacred object.

That kind of overbearing monopoly and ostentatious publicity were simply displayed to the fullest extent.

Unfortunately, after the reunion, they have been apart less and less due to work reasons. In order to cherish the opportunity, Duke seldom asks Tyrande to do anything special, and usually just goes along with her to do whatever she wants.

Unexpectedly, Tyrande took out his little notebook and taught herself.

Although Duke stayed there intentionally to see which genius would co to practice, Duke originally thought that Vashj would be the first to take action, but he never expected that the first to try would be Tyrande.

Even though he knew why Tyrande ca, Duke, as cunning as he was, of course swallowed the sugar-coated food without saying a word.

Duke smiled like a fox: "Which one do you think I should choose?"

Tyrande was so imrsed in the role that she rarely did. She looked annoyed, and her ten fingers were fighting nervously on her hands above her belly: "Oh, I suddenly rembered that I forgot to cook dinner and I forgot to run a bath. What should I do?"

Wow! This cosplay! I give you 101 points! I’m not afraid of you being too proud if I give you 1 point more!

Duke launched an attack directly, and pulled Tyrande over with a copycat version of Death Grip. Without saying anything, he used five Break Armor to attack her. Tyrande was originally a cloth profession with low armor, and now it was almost reduced to zero.

"Hate!"

"Really annoying or just pretending to be annoying?"

"...Fake!"

Oh, big sister, you are looking for death!

Duke laughed loudly: "Great! I have worked so hard to cultivate the demigod body, and now it is finally useful."

Soon, Tyrande was first Confused, and then seed to be Firestorm and was completely imrsed in a sea of ​​heat. Facing Duke’s Charge, Tyrande hurriedly activated Pressure, shouted "You dare?", and ran away at the sa ti Sprint.

You ask if I am moved? Of course I dare to move!

Duke launched a Backstab directly at Tyrande, who accidentally fell in an orz posture in panic.

The feeling of being backstabbed repeatedly made Duke burst into tears for the first ti in a long ti.

It’s so cool, this is infinite backstab with infinite energy!

Once upon a ti, Duke also envied those thieves who hid behind the boss’ butt and backstabbed infinitely. Now he also wants to be a thief.

Well, the kind that steals people and their hearts.

The flag-planting duel once again proved his martial arts skills - when the magic sword ca out, the world was shocked!

Duke is satisfied.

After defeating the goblin, Tyrande curled up in Duke’s arms like a cat: "Duke."

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Duke didn’t say anything, just gently stroked Tyrande’s smooth bright hair. Once upon a ti, Duke thought such bright blue and green hair looked exaggerated, but after looking at it for a long ti, he felt that it was very unique and pleasing to the eye.

After being together for so long, Duke certainly wouldn’t doubt that Tyrande still had feelings for Illidan. It was just a kind of concern, a bond that couldn’t be severed as childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

Tyrande never doubted whether Duke would execute Illidan. She knew very well that if Duke wanted soone to die, he would never show rcy on the spot, and would not hold a trial later, which would make her uncomfortable.

The sword Duke stabbed through Illidan’s chest seed to be aid at the heart, but in fact it pierced the narrow gap between the heart and the left lung. If it was a thicker weapon, Illidan would probably be finished. Duke’s Demon Slayer Sword was obviously also a stabbing sword.

Since such a large amount of holy light directly blasted into Illidan’s heart and failed to kill him, Duke would never add another sword.

So Tyrande played the apron play this ti just to thank Duke.

The sa thing happened in the next alliance leaders’ eting.

In Stormwind Fortress, Duke gave an impassioned speech.

"I used holy light that was powerful enough to kill Archimonde, the commander of the Burning Legion, and pierced Illidan’s chest. Archbishop Yrel then used an equally powerful holy light attack, which did not kill Illidan, but instead purified the demon blood in his body. So I don’t think Illidan is a truly evil being. Here, I oppose the execution of Illidan Stormrage!"

Yrel could no longer sit still and stood up on the spot: "Wait! What about the thousands of Draenei who were killed while Illidan was notifying Draenor? What about the blood debt of my compatriots?"

Duke was silent for two seconds and sighed: "Archbishop Yrel, there are more than simple enmity between countries and races. In the face of a stronger enemy, we must learn to let go of hatred. Every leader and king present here has experienced the most brutal battle at the Dark Gate. Each of us has relatives and friends who died at the hands of orcs. Because of the existence of the Burning Legion, we now have to form an alliance with the Horde with the orcs as the core."

This ti, it was Yrel’s turn to remain silent, but the stubbornness in her heart made her raise her head again: "What if the Draenei insist on executing Illidan Stormrage?"

The eting place fell into a dead silence, and Tyrande secretly clenched her fists. For her, in public, she had no right to oppose the Draenei’s pursuit.

At this ti, Jaina spoke up: "the Alliance is a cross-race, multi-kingdom organization established to maintain peace and security in Azeroth. Our purpose is to seek common ground while reserving differences. If the problem cannot be solved through discussion, the only option is to vote at the throne eting.

The minority obeys the majority. When the result cos out, any country or race has only two choices: one is to accept it, and the other is to choose to leave the Alliance. Moreover... when the Draenei joined the Alliance, they did not ask the Alliance to kill Illidan Stormrage for the Draenei, but only asked for the reproduction and safety of the race. the Alliance has no obligation to start a war of revenge for the Draenei. After all, this happened before the Draenei joined the Alliance."

Yrel was speechless for a mont.

She is too inexperienced both as a leader and as a politician.

At this ti, Duke rolled his eyes at Jaina, who imdiately realized that she had gone too far.

Is it too much?

Perhaps. But Jaina has no regrets.

In Jaina’s eyes, this Draenei girl didn’t understand what politics and a country were at all.

Without Velen, the Draenei race would have little significance to the Alliance. They have a small population, low combat power, and their once high-tech knowledge is completely lost, making them completely useless.

Velen, the only one who possesses confidential information about the Eredar, was sucked into the Box of Souls again, and no one knows what is going on.

As for the Naaru, the Naaru and the Draenei are two different races. If soone is willing, they can convince the Naaru. Once the Naaru and the Draenei are separated, the Draenei will beco a burden to the Alliance.

With absolutely no political bargaining chips at all, Yrel still insisted on demanding the execution of Illidan... Putting aside the relationship between Illidan and Tyrande, everyone knew that there must be sothing going on just because Duke didn’t take action.

This eredar-looking chick is just plain stupid.

Jaina raised her chin slightly, straightened her nose, and stopped talking.

A strange silence echoed in the throne room. This ti, not to ntion Yrel, even Maraad who was staying beside Yrel felt that sothing was wrong.

If we have to add an adjective to this atmosphere, it would be estrangent.

Between the Draenei leader Yrel and all other Alliance leaders, there is an invisible and intangible barrier that everyone can feel.

Maraad, who was standing beside Yrel, nudged Yrel’s arm with his elbow. Yrel finally understood, and she looked up and said loudly: "I’m sorry, but I can’t explain to my compatriots unless Illidan, whose blood is stained with the blood of my compatriots, is executed. If there is any special reason, I am willing to listen to it."

Irel’s humble and modest performance won praise from many Alliance leaders.

At least the great craftsn Gelbin and Kurdran looked at him approvingly.

"Okay." Duke sighed deeply, "Please all leaders with voting rights stay, and the rest of you please leave for now."

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat. Throneroom etings rarely adopted such confidentiality asures. This very likely ant that what Duke was going to say next was an absolute secret of the Alliance and even the entire Azeroth.

Maraad looked strange, but when he saw that even non-core leaders such as Alleria and Vashj had left the stage, he had to leave as well.

Soon, there were only a dozen people left in the huge hall.

The atmosphere beca solemn, and what made the kings and leaders feel even more stressed was that the will of the moon goddess Elune had arrived.

Duke explained: "The following content involves the survival of Azeroth, so please swear in the na of Elune, the moon goddess, that you will not reveal a single word of what you will hear next. If you break the oath, the goddess’ power lurking in your soul will burn your soul to ashes."

"I swear..." The leaders swore one after another, and imdiately felt a gentle yet resolute power creeping into their souls.

After everyone finished swearing, Duke received a ssage from Elune. Then Duke raised his hand, and suddenly a huge arcane barrier rose from Duke’s body.

In this huge blue sphere, all elents that did not belong to Duke were forcibly expelled. Then Duke’s eyes were like lightning, repeatedly scanning the bodies of various leaders.

That was no ordinary gaze. This divine gaze could easily see through everyone’s body, from clothes to skin, to subcutaneous tissue, to internal organs, and even to the soul.

Although Duke left everything to the system elves, every leader felt that he was completely seen through.

The won at Duke didn’t think it was a big problem, but Iri’s cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Okay, we should be safe now. If a true god and a demigod can get into trouble even with this kind of scrutiny, then there is nothing we can do about Azeroth." Duke sighed, "What I’m going to say next is that Illidan may very well be the key to our destruction of the Burning Legion. The possibility is 99%."

After Illidan was captured, he didn’t say a word.

His tight-lipped attitude made Maiev very angry. He neither denied nor admitted the accusations of his cris, and occasionally retorted to Maiev when he was scolded.

There has been no progress at all in his interrogation.

Just because he didn’t say it doesn’t an Duke didn’t know.

After carefully examining Illidan’s body, Duke finally confird that Illidan, just as in history, happened to be doing his big thing when the Allied forces attacked Outland.

Before the Allied forces invaded Outland, Illidan began to secretly implent his own plan while reorganizing his army.

He trained a group of demon hunters and ford the Illidari, waiting for an opportunity to attack the world of the Legion. Among them, Illidan personally led the attack on Nazreza, the ho planet of the Dreadlord in the void, and stole the Seal of Argus from the archives. This device allowed Illidan to directly enter Argus, the common ho of the Eredar and the Draenei, and now the base camp of the Legion.

Upon learning that Nazreza was attacked, the Burning Legion imdiately sent a large number of reinforcents here, and Illidan was waiting for this mont - he forcibly tore apart his own portal.

Then the world changed drastically, just like how Ner’zhul turned Draenor into the shattered Outland, the surging energy tore Nazariza apart, and the entire planet was blown into pieces. Because the planet was in the void, the souls of countless demons were destroyed along with their bodies, and they could never be resurrected. The Legion was furious about this, and in retaliation, they opened more portals in Outland.

At this ti, the Alliance and the Horde sent a large-scale army to attack the Dark Portal and ca to Outland. The demon lord Kruul planned to set a trap for the Azeroth army in Hellfire Peninsula, surround it and annihilate it. But Illidan discovered his plan and successfully thwarted the siege.

Using the Mark of Argus, Illidan projected his soul into Kil’jaeden’s palace on Argus, but before he could do anything, he was discovered by Kil’jaeden. Just as he was about to be captured and his identity was about to be revealed, a mysterious voice sent Illidan’s soul back to his body.

Illidan thus t the eldest Naruzel, and learned all the secrets of Sargeras, the Burning Legion, and the true darkness lurking in the void...

But Illidan just wouldn’t say it!

It doesn’t matter. Once Duke confirms that he is one of his own, he will naturally find a way to help him get rid of the cri.

"I once asked Lord Velen about Argus, the ho planet of the Eredar. I learned a lot of interesting things, such as the defense pattern there and the soil quality there. Lord Velen even used telepathy to send a video of Argus."

It turned out to be Argus’ information!

The leaders stared at the image of Argus, trying to imprint this scene in their minds.

It was a very beautiful world, full of high technology that the races of Azeroth could not understand. Of course, all of this was purely an image of Argus 25,000 years ago before it was split.

However, there are many things that do not change, such as the palaces of Archimonde and Kil’jaeden.

Duke pointed to a place and said, "Please pay attention here."

Everyone noticed that it was a step brick with psychedelic colors.

Then Duke took out a small stone from the space bag. The stone was very small, but under the magnifying glass, everyone imdiately recognized that this stone, which was so small that it could not be smaller, was the sa color as the bricks of the steps of Kil’jaeden’s Palace in the picture.

Varian said neutrally, "When we attacked Outland, Illidan went to Kil’jaeden’s palace. Doesn’t that prove anything?"

Duke did not refute. He first summarized and sorted out the defense system of Kil’jaeden’s palace and made a list for everyone to see. Then he took out a magic mirror photo and said, "Everyone, take a look at the marks on Illidan’s leg..."

This ti, no one spoke.

Duke then asked, "The question is, if it was a normal summons, why would it trigger the defense system of Kil’jaeden’s palace?"

Yrel clenched his fists and fell silent.

Duke switched the screen to a group of night elves with partially demonic appearances. "Let’s take a look at the Illidari troops ford by Illidan. They call themselves Demon Hunters, not half-demons. We have determined that the thod used by this group of demon hunters is to kill a powerful demon, extract the essence of the demon’s soul, and suppress it in their own bodies with a special magic seal to gain the demon’s powerful power. Please note that the souls of demons treated in this way cannot return to the Twisting Nether and be resurrected again."

This question arose in the mind of every leader: Will the Burning Legion really let Illidan do this?

"Please note that after being identified by and forr Holy Light Archbishop Alonsus Faol, the demon souls they used include so powerful demons such as the initial stage Void Lords. When I was fighting the Ancient War, there were only more than a thousand demon lords in the Twisting Nether."

Up to this point, everyone had a relatively fair judgnt in their minds - whether Illidan opposed the Burning Legion or not was another matter, but at least he definitely had ulterior motives.

Although Duke really wanted to say sothing like, "When I returned from the War of the Ancients, I had the opportunity to glimpse the future of Azeroth in the long river of ti. I saw Illidan fighting against the Burning Legion in the center of Azeroth, where the Maelstrom is now." But after so consideration, Duke said another version of the speech.

"The situation before us now is that Illidan’s strength has reached the level of a mid-level void lord. None of us here has the ability to completely destroy all of his souls. If we kill him, his soul will only return to the Twisting Nether. If he is our enemy, he can still be resurrected by Kil’jaeden. At most, his strength will be reduced a little, but he can still continue to harass Azeroth."

At this point, Duke made his final statent: "On the other hand, if he is really what we suspect, then a living Illidan is more valuable than a dead Illidan."

This ti, Yrel really had nothing to say, except that she asked another question: "Okay, I accept your reason for not killing Illidan. But how can I comfort my compatriots?"

After saying that, Irel lowered his head deeply.

Duke sighed at the frustration of the Draenei girl. He said, "Next, I can work with Elune to study the Soul Box and let Velen’s soul see the light of day again. If it is the prophet, it may be a problem to appease the Draenei."

Velen had been one of the three great leaders of the Eredar for thousands of years before his escape. Add to that the thirty thousand years of reputation he had gained during his escape. How could a re rookie leader like Yrel compare to that?

This is the best result.

Duke clapped his hands to attract everyone’s attention: "Well, I guess there’s no need for a throne vote now."

The leaders all laughed and shook their heads.

At this ti, Jaina spoke up: "But if we use the fact that the Holy Light cannot kill Illidan as a reason to pardon Illidan, it seems that it will be easy for the Burning Legion to see through it, right?"

Tyrande, who had been silent the whole ti, clenched her fists tightly, then suddenly looked up. Just when she was about to say that she would pardon Illidan in her na, Duke shook his head at her and said with a smile, "I’ll talk to Ysera and then tell her that Malfurion Stormrage asked Ysera for rcy and hoped that Illidan would not be executed. Then let Ysera claim that she saw so revelation."

This ti, everyone laughed.

Duke was lucky to use the Dragonflight as a cover. The Dragonflight had great power. Ysera, who was in charge of the Erald Dream, was Cenarius’ adoptive mother and the boss behind the night elf druid doctrine.

If Ysera ca forward, first of all, the night elves would not dare to say anything wrong. Secondly, the dragons were used to being arrogant, so who would dare to oppose and confront the dragons themselves! ?

Anyway, Duke has such a good relationship with the Dragonflight, so anyone who objects will end up with nothing.

Perhaps this is the privilege of the Guardian of Azeroth.

When Duke said this, Tyrande imdiately looked at him with infinite gratitude. Duke knew that he would be blessed again in the future.

With Duke’s efforts, the impact of Illidan’s imprisonnt was minimized. First, Illidan really did not attack any race on Azeroth, whether it was the night elves or humans. Second, the only people who had a deep hatred for Illidan, the Draenei, and so of the orcs in Draenor, were all attracted by one thing.

Duke and Elune tead up to open the Relic of Souls, resulting in a strange situation - the souls of forr Horde Chieftain Orgrim and Draenei Prophet Velen were both trapped in the Relic of Souls and could not get out.

The two of them used their powerful ntal powers to control the souls in the Soul Box, but like conjoined twins, they could not be separated from each other.

Now if the Horde wants to communicate with Orgrim, the Warchief should co out. If they want to talk to Velen, then Velen should co out.

Well, now neither side can do without these two.

What should I do then?

After so discussion, it was decided that the Soul Relic would be kept by the Alliance because it was a Draenei artifact. The storage place was in Theramore, supervised by Jaina, and the Horde could co over when they wanted to find Orgrim. It was not too far away.

Normally, the Horde can station a small team in Theramore to serve as warehouse managers.

"Illidan was not executed? Death is not the most severe punishnt for a criminal. And we need to figure out who our real enemy is? Who is the real vicious enemy that forced us to leave our holand and wander in the universe for 25,000 years..."

In the magic mirror, the Draenei saw the translucent Velen bathed in golden holy light, guiding them as always. Countless Draenei wept bitterly and bowed in the direction of the mirror to express their gratitude.

"A new era has arrived. We have encountered a powerful organization that is capable, shares the sa beliefs as us, and is willing to protect us - the Alliance! We should cherish this opportunity, recuperate, and work together with the Alliance..."

Velen’s status in the hearts of the Draenei is supre. The reputation he has accumulated over 30,000 years is simply incomparable to that of the new leader Yrel.

The problem is that Velen is dead, and he cannot run out of the Soul Box 24 hours a day, because it will cause unnecessary burden on his soul. If he cannot suppress those souls that still have resentnt, Velen’s soul may also be destroyed.

This special situation made it impossible for Velen to continue to serve as the leader of the Draenei. It was precisely because of this embarrassing situation that Yrel’s rise to power beca inevitable. In addition, Velen strongly supported his disciples. It can be said that unless Yrel did sothing stupid and broke up with the Alliance, her position as leader was as stable as a rock.

In the newly built Soul Tower in Theramore, Yrel knelt on a cushion-like thing in front of the Soul Box. Opposite her was Velen’s kind shadow.

"Teacher, I am very distressed."

"Please speak. Teaching and answering questions is the duty of a master. I was busy with the reproduction of my race before and neglected to teach you. Now it’s not so bad. At least I have more ti to teach you and other Karabor apprentices."

Yrel looked at the Soul Box, which looked like a carved box, with a bit of timidity. "Will Lord Orgrim hear what I say to you?"

"He can’t hear what I don’t want him to hear. This is the pride of a teacher." When it cos to how to use the power of the soul, the Eredar are the masters!

"It’s about the Alliance’s throne eting." Yrel counted on her fingers nervously. Even though she was a leader now, she would always be a student in front of Velen.

"Why? Has the Alliance formulated so policies that are unfavorable to the Draenei?"

"No, it’s not. It’s just that Maraad told that since this is a multi-national and multi-racial alliance, the Draenei need to find firm allies in order to increase their voice within the Alliance. But no matter how hard I try, there is no progress at all."

Yrel counted on his fingers:

"The dwarves and gnos don’t care about the way of the Light at all. After I explained that we had lost our high-tech heritage, they only cared about the quality and quantity of the holy water we supplied."

"The night elves... It seems that Illidan, whom I wanted to execute before, was the childhood sweetheart of their high priestess Tyrande. Tyrande may be a little disgusted with now, and she treats impartially in everything. But the settlent that the Alliance has allocated to us Draenei for our upcoming landing is near Darnassus..."

"On the human side, His Majesty Varian Wrynn was lukewarm about my visit, and then he said that Stormwind Kingdom was not responsible for the affairs of the Draenei, and refused to communicate with further on faith and military matters."

"Then cos the problem. The three Windrunner sisters of the blood elves, Queen nethil of Lordaeron, Queen Barov of Alterac, and Queen Proudmoore of Kul Tiras seem to have ford an invisible alliance that I can’t see but can feel, and they are collectively alienating the Draenei. Although they don’t do anything to the Draenei on the surface, I feel that they are more enthusiastic and positive towards the Horde than the Draenei, and this feeling is not good."

Next, Yrel talked a lot about what he saw and heard after joining the Alliance.

When Yrel finished speaking, even Velen couldn’t help but ponder.

Velen, who had aged and beco a spirit, of course realized imdiately that the Draenei were being resisted. And everything started when Yrel demanded the execution of Illidan according to the wishes of the Draenei people.

It doesn’t seem like this is Duke or Tyrande’s intention, but the boycott is real. Judging from the current situation, the three most financially powerful families in the Alliance are the Edmund family directly under Duke, the sea kingdom of Kul Tiras, and the comrcial alliance of Alterac.

In addition to the countries with relatively good grain production, there is also Lordaeron.

The Edmund family has done its utmost to support this Outland expedition, and the only ones who can take care of the Draenei migration are the remaining three families.

They have more energy than they can spare but don’t contribute, which is definitely a big problem for the Draenei.

Even if Draenor didn’t collapse imdiately, it would be untenable to stay there. After defeating Illidan and his forces, Thrall rescued his fellow orcs, and withdrawal was inevitable. The few Draenei left would definitely not be able to withstand the next attack from the Burning Legion.

The Draenei had nowhere to go except Azeroth, which had an anti-titan planet magic circle.

If we encounter boycotts from countries within the Alliance, it will be really bad.

"My child, have you noticed that the leaders of the countries and forces that boycott you have sothing in common?"

Yirui suddenly realized: "They are all won?"

"Yes, it is very likely that they have a good relationship with each other, they are besties or a sister group. I suggest you find them and apologize sincerely. Not only give up pursuing Illidan, but also don’t ntion the matter of Vashj. These two did cause great suffering to the Draenei in the past, but now they are all mbers of the Alliance."

Yrel nodded.

In the next few days, Yrel happily followed Velen’s instructions and went to visit relatives.

Unfortunately, it’s still useless.

There was no sarcasm or ridicule, but the Draenei girl still received a lot of cold rejections.

Yrel had intended to look for Duke.

But Duke ran into a more critical problem.

On June 2, 24th year of the Dark Portal, Duke received a ssage in a bottle in Karazhan.

Very interesting, this bottle actually flowed along the elents of the space-ti crack, went straight into the only gap deliberately left by Duke, and floated into Karazhan.

That is exactly the place guarded by the Saint of Chastity.

Duke opened the bottle with his mage hand, and a paragraph of words suddenly popped out of the bottle. A line of large characters in the common language ford in the void: "May 10, Quel’Danath Island, Morningstar Village."

Duke couldn’t help but smile: "Finally I’ve waited for you."

The island of Quel’Danath, where the Sunwell is located, was once an absolute stronghold of the high elves, but now appears quite desolate.

There is nothing that can be done about it. After the fall of the Sunstrider family and the Silvermoon Council, which represented the supremacy of magic, the Ranger faction is now in power.

Whether it is Queen Sylvanas, the other three Windrunner sisters, or Lor’themar and Halduron, they are all rangers.

Although the ranger faction will not suppress the magic faction, it is impossible for it to respect mages abnormally and tilt all resources towards mages like in the past Quel’Thalas era.

The result was that all factions were happy, except for the Mage faction, which felt resentful.

But what can we do? Nowadays, it is hard to find a strong person like Antonidas in the country, let alone a strong person like Hui Yue.

When the Allied forces achieved complete victory in Outland and the news ca that the forr Prince Kael’thas had been promoted to the Rank of Dawn, the magic faction in Sin’dorei was simply jubilant, and they all demanded the return of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that anyone can return, but not the Sunstrider royal family. Otherwise, where would Queen Sylvanas be placed?

Kael’thas was also reasonable and publicly stated: "I am guilty! If a serious cri like betraying the country can be easily forgiven, then anyone can betray the country. If the motherland needs , I will rush back to help the war as soon as possible, but I will never return to the Sin’dorei. This has nothing to do with His Majesty the Windrunner, it is purely my personal atonent."

Instead of returning, Kael’thas chose to re-enter the Kirin Tor Council in Dalaran. With the support of Duke and Jaina, he was successfully unanimously elected as the Speaker. Duke, Jaina, and the still missing Rhonin were nominally elected as councilors to maintain their influence in Dalaran.

It can be said that this is the best outco for everyone, except for the disappointnt of the Sin’dorei mage faction.

On May 10, a mysterious figure arrived unexpectedly.

His appearance, his clothes and staff, which couldn’t be more typical, evoked many forgotten mories of the mages. After a little hesitation, countless mages who were supposed to be on duty knelt on one knee.

"My king..."

One, two... ten... a hundred. When the entire Sunwell Guard knelt before this mysterious man, he opened his arms - a pair of dry arms that had lost all water.

When his hood was blown off by the wind, a wrinkled face was revealed, and a pair of soul fires from the netherworld replaced his pupils.

right!

He was none other than Anasterian Sunstrider, the forr Sun King.

"My subjects! I, Anasterian, am back!" The Sun King roared to the sky.

In response to him, there were cheers like a tsunami and mountains roaring!

"Long live the king!"

After appeasing the blood elves, no, now the high elves, who had pledged allegiance to him again, the Sun King ca to a secret room and bowed to the two mysterious n wrapped in cloaks.

"My Lords, do you see? My subjects remain loyal, and the Sunwell remains under my control. Now, does the Legion accept my terms?"

"Hehehe!" It was a crisp and charming laughter.

If the Sun King was not a forgotten person like a salted fish, perhaps even if he was still that thousand-year-old old man, he would still be moved.

The two mysterious people took off their hoods, and they were the Eredar Twins.

High Warlock Alyss smiled charmingly: "Lord Kil’jaeden will never forget your contribution."

Queen Sarolas added: "He never hesitates to reward the heroes who are loyal to the Legion."

"As long as Lord Kil’jaeden succeeds in coming with the power of the Sunwell."

"He can promise on behalf of the Legion that Azeroth will not be completely destroyed. After obtaining what the Legion wants, you will be the King of Azeroth."

"If there are no problems..."

"Then sign this soul contract in triplicate!"

"One copy is for you, one copy we will take back to the Twisting Nether for archiving, and one copy for Lord Kil’jaeden to review."

"Once you sign, you will be a mber of the glorious Burning Legion. My Lord promises to give you the treatnt of a mid-level Void Lord."

The Gemini’s voice is full of temptation, but the most important thing is still the will of the Sun King himself.

He hesitated for a mont, then bit the toothpick, and "Shua, shua, shua" a few flamboyant characters were left on the three soul contracts, symbolizing the fall of his soul. He could clearly feel that as he signed his na, a part of his soul was forcibly split off and flew into the distant void, becoming Kil’jaeden’s biggest bargaining chip to control him.

This is the price!

Anasterian’s betrayal was both accidental and inevitable.

It is very different from the Forsaken in history. In history, Queen Sylvanas was the boss and turned Lordaeron into Undercity. In the entire Lordaeron continent, except for Gilneas and Aerie Mountain, there is no longer any Alliance country in the standard sense.

Because of Gudan’s instigation and the escalation of various conflicts, the cooperation between the Alliance and the Horde was more forced by the situation, rather than such close cooperation as in this life.

In the constant local and large-scale conflicts, the Forsaken, who were originally irreconcilable with the Alliance, were able to kill a large number of humans and obtain troop replenishnt.

The forgotten ones in this life are miserable.

The Sun King refused to accept the control of the Lich King and established himself. However, the Alliance army gathered by Duke soon broke through the city of Lordaeron. Undercity was destroyed before it was officially established. He was driven across the sea in misery and hid in Winterspring.

Winterspring isn’t a good place either.

There are a large number of blue dragons and two-headed chiras there, all of whom are extrely ferocious guys.

After much difficulty, he joined the Horde, hoping to use the Horde as a banner to check and balance the Alliance. However, under Duke’s suppression, the Horde was just a younger brother. Thrall regarded him and his Silvermoon Council as thugs.

The most annoying thing is that he used it as a stepping stone to join the Horde - the resurrected Orgrim simply set up a new camp among the Forsaken, pulled away all the death knights and warriors of orc origin, and united more closely around the orcs instead of obeying his orders as the Forsaken King.

The Horde and the Alliance signed an alliance, and the Forsaken could not find soldiers and supplies. The bodies of the Alliance soldiers were not converted, and no one in the Horde except the orcs paid attention to the Sun King. Even if the orcs beca death knights or warriors, they still did not listen to him.

In fact, the entire Forsaken race is really driven into a dead end.

After conquering Silithus, he went to Outland. In addition to getting a bunch of not-so-excellent equipnt, the loss of manpower was what hurt the Sun King the most. The Silvermoon Council, which had been Forsaken with him, was now in na only, with only a few of them left.

If the arrogant Sun King wanted to regain his glory and beco the overlord, he really couldn’t think of any good way.

Taking a desperate asure, he thought of the Burning Legion.

Power is one of the sweetest poisons in the world.

Once you get used to the feeling of being able to control the world and stop the flow of water with a whip, you will no longer consider the word "give up".

Having been at the pinnacle of power for thousands of years, Anasterian has already had the taste of power imprinted in the deepest part of his soul.

In order to maintain power, he could turn to Arthas, who seed to be more powerful at the ti, and the Lich King Ner’zhul behind him.

When he found that he was not used to being a servant and was regarded as a slave, the stubbornness in his soul imdiately broke out again. So in the third battle of the Dark Gate, he easily betrayed the Lich King again.

He joined the Horde, and when his n were killed again and again and their strength was constantly reduced, he could no longer bear it. So in Outland, he secretly found a way to contact Kil’jaeden on the captive demons.

Even after joining the Burning Legion, he remained cautious.

The Legion is not invincible. The tragic events of the War of the Ancients and the still-warm corpse of Archimonde have proven this ti and again.

In the deal with the Eredar Twins, he repeatedly emphasized that only when Kil’jaeden completely descended on Azeroth would he raise the banner of rebellion in the Horde and respond to the Burning Legion. Before that, he would still be the most loyal servant of WarWarchief Thrall.

The Eredar twins kept sneering, and this smile made Anasterian feel uneasy.

In his mind, this was the Legion’s distrust of wavering elents who wanted to please both sides.

"The Legion has rarely been able to enter the core of the Alliance and the Horde recently to obtain the latest and most detailed intelligence. My stay in the Horde will facilitate the arrival of Lord Kil’jaeden."

Oreses laughed sweetly: "Haha! Let’s just say that."

Sarolas smiled and said, "No matter what, your contribution will not be small."

The Eredar twins disappeared, and those who were here before were just projections of their souls.

Feeling lost, the Sun King slowly walked out of the secret room and looked up at the palace that once belonged to him - the beams painted bright red, the magnificent ceiling made of marble and inlaid with gold foil, the magic stone circular chandelier connected to the Sunwell and always lit... The images went from blurry to clear, until every detail was reflected in the eyes made of soul fire.

"It’s mine! It’s all mine! It belongs to ! I want to take it all back!" The Sun King opened his arms and let out a roar that shook half of the palace.

Mages loyal to him knelt on the ground and chanted the holy na of Sunstrider.

Soon, the Sun King ca to a secret room that only he knew. As soon as he stepped into the room with spider webs hanging everywhere, mysterious magic runes lit up on the dusty ground.

All the runes combined into a huge circular magic circle, emitting a blazing red light. The light flickered, as if welcoming the arrival of the true master of the Sunwell.

"Let’s begin!" As if he was talking to soone, or as if he was talking to himself, the Sun King began to chant the spell after he said it.

Here is a secret valve that controls the water of the Sunwell.

Even Kael’thas doesn’t know about this place, let alone the current Sin’dorei Queen Sylvanas.

He glanced in the direction of Silvermoon City with great disgust. Although he was looking at the dark walls, he felt that his gaze had transcended space and fell on the usurper, nailing her to the throne that should have belonged to him.

"Hehehehe!" Along with the Sun King’s sneer, under the response of the huge energy of the Sunwell, more broken space holes appeared on the protective array of Azeroth planet, which had already been a little broken.

These holes cannot allow lord-level demons to pass through, but they are large enough for the eredar warlocks to complete their descent.

Green portals opened in the corridors and halls of the palace in Sunwell Plateau. Faced with the Eredar demons that stepped out of the portals, the High Elves, just like their High Elves brethren ten thousand years ago, knelt down their self-proclaid noble knees before these ugly and evil creatures.

"Hahahaha!" The Eredar warlocks began to cast spells, injecting fel energy into the bodies of these self-depraved high elves, corrupting their souls and bodies.

The bodies of every high elf changed: a pair of black goat horns grew out on their foreheads; sharp fangs like those of vampires grew out; their originally fair skin turned wheat-colored, and many evil runes appeared on their skin; a pair of short black wings grew out on their shoulder blades, making them look a little out of place; and green evil energy emanated from their wrists and ankles.

They have transford from pure elves into a demon subspecies - Shadow Blade Elves!

However, they did not regret it, because they felt an unprecedented surge of magic flowing through their bodies. For a mont, wild laughter and praises could be heard from every palace in the Sunwell Plateau.

"Okay, it’s ti for to go. The rest is up to you." After the Sun King had arranged everything, he turned around, opened the portal and left.

Unfortunately, it was not only his subordinates who saw him off, but also Duke.

In Karazhan, Duke hugged Sylvanas affectionately, with Alleria and Vereesa lying beside him. After they saw this scene, each of their bodies trembled with anger.

"Anasterian! You bastard! It’s not enough that you betrayed all the Quel’dorei, you actually want to betray the Sin’dorei again!?" If Duke hadn’t been holding her, Queen Sylvanas would have jumped up in anger on the spot and rushed directly to the Sunwell, intercepting the escaping Sun King and beating him up first.

Duke smiled, revealing a nonchalant and carefree attitude: "The reason why conspiracy is so scary is that before it is launched, everything is unknown. If it is a known conspiracy, it is just a clown dancing in our palms. We can crush it to death with a flick of our fingers."

Alleria was convinced: "No wonder you’ve been staying in Karazhan and sneaking into Sunwell Plateau in various ways these days. So this is what you’re up to."

Vereesa rubbed her brows and said, "You are amazing. You even have a live broadcast."

Sylvanas was suddenly extrely grateful. If Duke had not been on guard in advance, once Kil’jaeden successfully arrived, the first to be in trouble would be the New Silvermoon City.

This new city built on the ruins of the old city took nine years to restore much of Silvermoon City’s forr glory with the full support of the Alliance, making it the new pride of the Sin’dorei. The Windrunner sisters don’t want this new city to be destroyed again. This would hurt the morale of the people.

Queen Sylvie kissed Duke, then said seriously, "Well, are we going to wait until Kil’jaeden is halfway down, and then stop him? After dealing with Kil’jaeden, are we going to go over and kill Anasterian as well? He has already joined the Burning Legion, so Thrall has no reason to protect him this ti, right?"

Duke smiled and shook his head: "We will not deal with Anasterian this ti. The Forsaken mages are still useful to the Horde. Even if Thrall agrees to expel the Forsaken from the Horde on the surface, it will still be aningless if he lets them go or secretly protects those bones. After all, we can’t use the Holy Light to search every corner of Kalimdor."

Sylvanas is worthy of being the Dark Queen who, after turning evil in history, was able to play out conspiracies very smoothly. She imdiately understood the crux of the matter - just like Illidan, even if Illidan did all kinds of evil outside, as long as he did not directly harm his country or people, there would be no absolute hatred and conflict of interest between them.

"You want to keep Anasterian, the poisonous snake, and let him find a chance to bite the Horde back?"

"right!"

"It’s difficult. You know, there are several dreadlords who rebelled from the Burning Legion in the Forsaken camp. If sothing goes wrong, Anasterian will put the bla on his subordinates, but he will not be brought down. As long as he is still useful to the Horde, Thrall will not touch him easily."

Duke smiled confidently, "Don’t worry, I have absolute evidence."

A mont ago, a soul contract was placed on the desk next to Duke.

The Sun King could never have imagined that the Eredar Twins were Duke’s n. There was no such thing as a triplicate soul contract.

Kil’jaeden was careless. He only cared about receiving a contract and holding the soul fragnts of the Sun King, and didn’t care about other things.

For him, as long as he could control Anasterian, it was enough. He never thought that the Eredar twins, who were trembling in front of him and looked like they were about to pee, had already rebelled and left an extra soul contract so that Duke could sell the Sun King for a good price in the future.

I wonder what Kil’jaeden’s expression would be if he knew that the Eredar twins, who had been reduced to errand boys and Cannon fodder in his eyes, had already defected to Duke.

The three Windrunner sisters didn’t know what Duke had mastered, but they had been Duke’s won for a long ti, so as long as Duke said he had soone, it was a done deal. If Duke didn’t say anything, they wouldn’t ask, and they would just wait and see.

"Okay, now it’s your turn." Duke hugged Sylvanas gently.

"I know." Sylvanas’ eyes gradually beca sharp.

When it cos to the fate and future of her compatriots, she transforms into a ruthless and murderous dark queen.

A mont later, all the Alliance leaders received an urgent encrypted ssage from Queen Sylvanas in Silvermoon City: "Ergency. Just as Commander Edmund expected, the Burning Legion has set its sights on the Sunwell. A quarter of an hour ago, a large number of Eredar warlocks sneaked into the Sunwell Plateau and turned the Sin’dorei mages, who were eager for power and authority, against the enemy. Now they have all beco half-elf, half-demon monsters."

What appeared in the magic image was the Shadow Blade Elf that had just been born.

"Hiss——" All the leaders took a breath.

Magni sighed and said, "Duke, your prediction was correct. No wonder you started planning this more than half a year ago."

The Burning Legion is using the Sunwell to cause trouble, this is not so outrageous prophecy from a charlatan.

It can be said that this is sothing that all wise commanders can calculate. The only difference is when and on what scale.

The Burning Legion has two options for a large-scale invasion of Azeroth: one is to use the powerful planetary anti-titan magic circle to forcibly kill the five-colored dragons whose strength has been greatly enhanced in the void battlefield; the other is to find a way to borrow the existing powerful energy of Azeroth to directly tear apart the protective magic circle and allow the leader-level demon to descend.

The first thod, the Burning Legion has spent more than ten thousand years proving that it is not feasible. As long as three or more of the five-color guardian dragons are still alive, then don’t even think about it.

The second thod is that the original Well of Eternity played a role in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. At that ti, the Well of Eternity was so powerful that it almost sent Sargeras to its full state.

In the 15th year after Dark Portal, Dalaran, which gathered a large amount of magical power, played this role.

Unfortunately, Dalaran itself does not have a huge source of magic. After consuming the magic that had been accumulated for thousands of years, Dalaran simply does not have enough magic for Kil’jaeden to co.

So, there are only two options left: either the Dark Portal or the new Sunwell.

Compared to the Dark Portal, which is heavily guarded by the Alliance, the Sunwell, which has been shelved and banned due to the loss of power of the magic faction, is an easier target.

Unfortunately, Kil’jaeden’s seemingly perfect conspiracy this ti was dood to be in vain.

Duke winked at the leaders and said, "Okay, leaders who agree to implent the Normandy Landing, please raise your hands."

The result was, of course, unsurprisingly, a unanimous approval.

Yrel looked at Duke with a hazy look in her eyes. She didn’t know what the Normandy Landing was. She only knew that after Sargeras and Archimonde, the last leader of the Burning Legion seed to be about to be killed by Duke.

It was really hard for her to describe her feelings. Could Kil’jaeden, who had hunted down the Draenei for 25,000 years and was known for his cunning and treacherous behavior, and who made all the intelligent creatures in the universe tremble and cry, really fall into the trap so easily?

If it were soone else, she would definitely sneer at it.

But when she personally climbed to the highest peak of Mount Hyjal under the guidance of Tyrande, and "admired" Archimonde’s huge remains of only bones, and saw the small wound on the spine on his back, she developed an unprecedented admiration for Duke.

It is the worship for those who saved all their compatriots, and also the worship for the hero who can kill the enemies of the Draenei.

Even though her mind always told her not to have too high expectations of defeating the Demon Commander, her heart was always longing for Duke’s action to succeed.

As Yrel waited anxiously, nearly a month had passed since the birth of the Shadow Blade Elves. During this ti, the mages who served as traitors reported that everything was safe and sound in every daily report.

And Sylvanas, the winner of this year’s Academy Award for Azeroth, clearly wanted to strangle these scumbags in her heart, but she pretended to be kept in the dark, and even found an excuse to reduce so benefits for the mage faction.

However, this made the mage faction feel more at ease.

"hold head high--"

A strange sound was heard on the island of Quel’Danath.

The sharp roar that broke through the air quickly ford an intuitive concept in Sylvanas’ mind in the new Silvermoon City Palace.

If it was like the sharp sound of an arrow breaking through the wind when it was shot, then the length of this arrow was probably as long as the distance from Silvermoon City to the middle of Eversong Forest.

The violent screams swept across the ruins of the old Silvermoon City from west to east and rushed towards the new Silvermoon City.

Even though she was ntally prepared, Sylvanas still felt a numbness in the back of her head. She subconsciously pulled Lirath beside her forward and the two of them rolled behind a solid desk. This was her desk, and it was also a piece of armor made by Duke that had strong magic resistance.

Almost at the mont when the sonic boom sounded, the magic circle of this large piece of armor was activated.

Then, Silvermoon City’s magic shield was also opened.

The citizens, who knew nothing about it beforehand, looked at the blue-purple magic shield that suddenly appeared over their city in astonishnt, and seed at a loss. A second later, a terrible sonic boom instantly swept through the western wall of Silvermoon City and all the windows on the high walls.

Magic shields can block direct attacks and even air waves, but they cannot prevent the propagation of sound.

The blood elves only heard a "buzzing" sound, as if the sound was forced into their brains, making their eardrums swell. It was like a buzzing sound caused by an imbalance of air pressure inside and outside. After a few seconds, everyone still felt a buzzing sound in their heads for a long ti, and it took a long ti for them to gradually regain their hearing.

The brand new city wall made a wailing sound, and dust kept falling with a rustling sound. Although the magic circle had been activated to avoid the direct impact of the sound waves, every window on all the towers higher than the city wall was making a rattling sound.

This scene seems like the end of the world!

On the coast of New Silvermoon City near the North Sea, a guard on a watchtower imdiately discovered that sothing was wrong.

"Look, what is that!?" His finger pointed to the west.

On the Isle of Quel’Danath.

A cloud of terrifying green mist was raised.

When the bright green fog symbolizing the evil energy cleared away, a monster at least four or five stories tall appeared from the city wall where the Sunwell Plateau was located. He twisted his hideous head that seed to have no neck and was almost like the base of a lamp, and slowly looked around.

It stood on the high ground, with its leaves beginning to dry up and the layered treetops like so kind of ornant around its waist. This behemoth monster seed to have grown out of the Sunwell Plateau, like a small hill on the high ground.

This is really terrible.

"Alarm! Sound the alarm! Check if the magic communication is still going on, contact Silvermoon City imdiately and inform Her Majesty the Queen. And you, you, and you, imdiately split into three groups and ride Chocobos back to Silvermoon City to report the news!" As luck would have it, Halduron Marian, one of the giants of Silvermoon City, had just inspected the defense and ca here.

At first he was a little confused as to why the queen secretly emphasized that he should stay in Silvermoon City recently instead of patrolling Eversong Forest. Now he seed to understand sothing.

The rangers of the elves have always been pragmatic, and are more capable than the mages who emphasize elegance and calmness.

It took only five minutes from the discovery of a terrifying monster similar to the Abyss Lord to the notification to the Queen’s throne. Normally, such a big thing would take at least several hours to be transmitted and finally confird.

Originally, Sylvanas wanted to be a movie queen, but unfortunately this is her kingdom, and those surrounding her are her compatriots and subjects.

This ti there was no need for any drama, Sylvanas directly activated the highest level of magic communication in the Alliance.

"Ergency report! Traces of the Abyss Lord were found on the island of Quel’Danath in the Kingdom of Sin’dorei. Given that the Sunwell is located there, I strongly suspect that the Burning Legion will use the Sunwell to invade Azeroth. Now requesting ergency support from the Alliance."

To outsiders, this magical communication was like stirring up a hornet’s nest.

For a mont, the Alliance was in an uproar and the Horde was shocked!

Duke, still in his pajamas, decided on the spot to put the Alliance into the highest state of war. In less than five minutes, the highest level of red alert was sounded in all the main cities and fortresses of the Alliance.

"Woo-woo-woo--" The shrill alarm echoed in the ears of 90% of the Alliance’s soldiers and civilians.

The next mont, all the magic communication mirrors set up in the main city and large villages and towns switched to Sally Whitemane, who had recently beco a part-ti broadcaster.

Whether it was the mirror or the magic broadcasting system, Sally’s clear and sonorous voice could be heard.

"This is a red alert! Twenty minutes ago, a large-scale invasion of the Burning Legion was discovered on the island of Quel’Danath in the Kingdom of Sin’dorei. Queen Sylvanas Windrunner has urgently requested assistance from the Alliance. All Alliance soldiers must cancel their leave and report to the nearest command post. All militian must imdiately gather at military camps in various locations..."

After Duke ca to power, he has been emphasizing ergency response. Before the first year of the Dark Gate, according to this logistics system that was almost like that of dieval Europe, being able to mobilize a 50,000-man army within a month was already a great achievent.

Now?

the Alliance can mobilize one million troops within five days.

At the Eastvale Lumberyard in Elwynn Forest, upon hearing the alarm, an old man decisively cut the ropes on his carriage, and the logs imdiately rolled onto the woods by the roadside.

The reason he did this was because he saw several Alliance soldiers in poorly dressed clothes, carrying their equipnt and running towards the town.

You can tell at a glance that these are soldiers on leave.

"No ti to explain, get in the car!" Uncle patted the edge of his carriage.

"Thanks, old man Dolittle."

"No thanks, you’re also here to protect our world."

At steam train stations of all sizes, upon hearing the alarm, the workers imdiately stopped loading and pushed boxes of goods that had nothing to do with military supplies off the train and threw them next to the tracks.

"Hurry up! Load all carriages one to six with wheat! Leave carriages seven to twelve for the assembled soldiers." As the stationmaster finished speaking, silver streams flowed into his field of vision.

They were Alliance soldiers, so riding in carriages, so just running. Although they looked a little disheveled, it did not prevent them from converging to the railway like rivers flowing into the sea.

the Alliance’s war machine, which had never completely stopped, was once again in full swing at this mont.

"Woo-woo-woo--" Hearing the alarm, from Stormwind City, to Ironforge, to the Southshore City-State, to New Lordaeron, to Kul Tiras...

One after another, the well-repaired diesel tanks opened the canvas covering them, emitted a shrill roar, and drove out of the warehouse built in the cave.

The warships, which had already been fully loaded with ammunition and fuel, blew their horns, calling on the sailors who quickly ran aboard.

Above the Cursed Land, the floating fortress Naxxramas, which had long been accustod to by the soldiers of Nethergarde and was jokingly called the second moon, began to roar after a long ti.

In the past, if soldiers wanted to go to Naxxramas, they had to first board an air transport ship, and then be transported up one by one.

Rarely, Naxxramas looked impatient and began to slowly descend to the designated docking point specially opened for it.

You should know that in order to avoid possible invasion and infiltration by the enemy, Naxxramas is basically suspended in the air.

Now that they have taken the initiative to co down to pick up the soldiers on rest, everyone knows how urgent the situation is.

In the command post of Nethergarde, Brann Bronzebeard patted Reginald Windsor on the shoulder and looked at the other warriors next to him: "I’ll leave this to you."

"Don’t worry!" Reginald smiled.

"No one can get through here." Gavinrad smiled.

Kael’thas, who was standing next to him, also laughed.

Originally in history, the two unknown guys guarding Netherforge were Archmage Saslanan and General Lordenson.

Now they have no place in the Watchtower.

Because the Alliance completely withdrew its troops from Outland, Danath Trollbane was sent back to Stromgarde by Duke to restore his country.

There is no need to go to Outland anymore, and Nethergarde has returned to its function as the gateway to Azeroth, so strengthening its defense is a must.

The latest adjustnt is Reginald’s appointnt as the commander-in-chief of Nethergarde.

Under him are Gavinrad, the chief infantry commander of Nethergarde, Hass, the chief cavalry commander, Kael’thas, the chief mage commander, and Brann, the chief artillery commander.

As for Naxxramas, it is now under the command of Tirion, with Kurdran Wildhamr in charge of the air force, and Solarian in charge of the mages.

Without the losses in history, the Alliance is full of talents. It would be even better if the missing Rhonin and others could return.

Although Kael’thas holds the title of Kirin Tor Speaker, the forr prince with a kind heart seems to have no interest in politics. After washing away the stigma of a traitor, he prefers to be a dedicated role. Especially this ti regarding the issue of the Sunwell, he simply avoided suspicion and did not even return to Dalaran. He directly led the Illidari quartet who jumped back to be loyal subjects to guard the border of the planet Azeroth.

Although Naxxramas has a teleportation function, it was not moved in the morning to avoid any accidents and to avoid alerting the enemy at the beginning. If we rush there at full speed now, we can reach Silvermoon City in about a week.

Of course, before that, the Alliance fleet will arrive first.

In Kul Tiras, the port was in an uproar. Aegwynn, dressed as a high elf, threw the report aside and chuckled, "My queen, who are you kidding? You were very secretive this ti, but I have already arranged everything."

Jaina was silent at first.

"Why is the Alliance preparing to conduct beach landing and artillery cover exercises in June? Or is it a live-fire exercise scheduled to be held on the northern coast of Lordaeron? Don’t make laugh. Since May, all the bombs shipped to the ship were high-explosive bombs. Also, do you really think I can’t receive reports from Vashj’s Naga troops?"

At this ti, Jaina could only smile bitterly: "Did you see it?"

"Nonsense! Of course, I also know that the throne eting must have requested confidentiality, so I won’t say anything." Aegwynn was a little unhappy, but soon she was relieved: "This is good, with such an outstanding successor, we forr guardians can feel more comfortable. Hehe! My son has good vision and chose a wonderful successor. Now he can enjoy his retirent life."

Jaina sighed.

For so many years, divh has been living in self-bla. He always thought that if he could have discovered the soul of Sargeras in his body earlier, or if his will could be stronger, perhaps he could have suppressed Sargeras and avoided opening the Dark Portal, which would have caused the current series of disasters.

He didn’t think about the fact that Sargeras had been causing trouble since he was in his mother’s womb. Would he really let him grow up to be a strong-willed man like Uther?

But let the past be the past.

Apparently her man Duke beca the guardian and did a better job than divh and Aegwynn.

At this mont, Duke, Tirion and Tyrande had already used the portal to co to Silvermoon City. With the spatial artifact Atiesh, Duke was not afraid of being intercepted when teleporting in Azeroth.

Sylvanas finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Duke coming.

After Duke went out for a walk to reassure the Sin’dorei, Sylvanas imdiately nervously inford them of the latest situation.

"Kil’jaeden hasn’t arrived yet, but the situation at Sunwell Plateau is quite bad. In addition to discovering a pit lord, we also found a blue dragon." After saying this, Sylvanas sent the occasional monitoring images to the magic mirror.

Duke slapped his forehead and said, "Why did I forget about this guy?"

It was a beautiful adult blue dragon. Its huge body showed incomparable graceful lines in the misty evil weapon at the junction of light and darkness, which was full of powerful tension. Its delicate scales, like works of art, showed a beautiful sky blue, but now so places, such as the crown, showed a faint green.

Of course Duke recognized him. Wasn’t he Kalecgos, who later beca the Blue Dragon King in history?

Those with a little green on their heads usually don’t have a good ending, such as Illidan who pretended to join the Legion. A prairie on the head is a symbol of being eroded by the evil energy!

It’s terrible, it’s terrible! If you are sick, you need to treat it, don’t put it off!

Well, that’s generally true, but Duke doesn’t know what to say about Kalecgos.

Before crossing over, Duke saw the official introduction that said: "Kalecgos is a mber of the Blue Dragonflight. As one of the few dragon eggs that survived the destruction of Deathwing, he is a new generation of dragons born from dragon eggs. He is powerful and wise, and will soon be able to stand on his own."

Sounds pretty aweso, right?

But let’s look at his original historical record——

Shot down by dwarves with muskets in the sky above Quel’Thalas.

Possessed by a demon at the Sunwell.

During the Cataclysm, he was chased by black dragons and ran to the goblins of Azshara to seek refuge. He ended up finding an old blue dragon Azuregos who fell in love with the soul healer and killed the group of black dragons in one breath.

He was severely beaten by the Twilight Dragon, and the orange-staff girl who supported him died.

In the Battle of Theramore, it was shot down by the Horde airship... Deathwing destroyed the Horde airship in an instant.

It’s no wonder that Duke completely forgot about this guy, because Kalecgos is so weak that he is a disgrace to the Dragonflight!

If Duke rembered correctly, this guy should have decided to send Kalecgos to Quel’Thalas after the Sunwell was blown up by Arthas. Even though Duke rebuilt the Sunwell, Malygos, who was worried about the spread of the Sunwell’s energy, still decided to send Kalecgos to Quel’Thalas.

The Blue Aspect gave him the task of investigating the residual energy of the Sunwell that was destroyed by the Scourge not long ago. This is not without precedent. After all, Illidan used a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity to create a new Well of Eternity. Kael’thas’ grandfather also used a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity to create the Sunwell. Who knows if there will be a second or third Sunwell.

If history had not changed, Kalecgos would have transford himself into a blue-haired human youth, Kalec, and searched throughout Quel’Thalas and Lordaeron.

By chance, he discovered a strange human girl nad Anvina who lived with her parents, and they developed a mutual affection for each other.

The dragon magician Krasus jumped out to explain that he had created an illusion to prevent the Scourge from obtaining the energy of the Sunwell, and this illusion was Anveena.

As a high-level red dragon, Anveena, whom he created, was a carrier of the Sunwell’s energy, but she was also a living being with flesh and blood and emotions, and she soon fell in love with Kalecgos.

Kalecgos vowed to keep Anveena safe.

Up to this point, the developnt of things should be similar to history.

As for what happened later...

Suddenly, Khadgar’s magical ssage arrived.

It was also a ssage in a bottle that seed to have no origin, but it described sothing that was a little inconsistent with Duke’s known history:

A certain traitor (it goes without saying that it was a traitor who betrayed the country and the Sun King of Azeroth) secretly guided a group of demons (the Eredar Twins) to track down Anveena, the incarnation of the Sunwell. They used a group of lackeys to capture Anveena when Kalecgos was away, and began an evil ritual at the Sunwell Plateau, with the aim of summoning Kil’jaeden, the commander of the Burning Legion.

The brave Kalecgos bravely charged into the Sunwell, but failed to save anyone and was caught instead.

After reading this passage, Duke rubbed his brows and couldn’t help but sigh at the terrible inertia of history.

"Okay, I’ll inform the Wyrmrest Temple." Duke turned around and waved his hand, and a magic mirror appeared out of thin air. The red dragon symbol on the oval mirror hanging in the air disappeared lightly after only two seconds, as if it had a ripple on the water.

The mirror image shows a red-haired humanoid ms. with her hands on her waist in an S-shaped graceful posture.

"Hey, Duke, is this about what you said before?"

"Yes, but we have a small episode here. It seems that Kalecgos of Wyrmrest Temple has been captured by the demons. According to our intelligence, he is very likely to be enslaved by so kind of will..." Duke hadn’t finished speaking.

An angry voice ca from beside Alexstrasza: "That idiot! He is a disgrace to the dragon race--"

Then the voice kept cursing for a long ti, and it was obvious that the person cursing was the blue dragon boss Malygos.

The Red Dragon Queen had to cast a spell to shield herself to make the communication quiet. "Hey, I saw your battle up there. Aren’t you afraid of scaring Kil’jaeden away? Or what if Kil’jaeden really descends? It would be great if we can intercept him, but it would be bad if we end up hurting ourselves. Once he descends successfully, he will definitely send his army to the Void Battlefield. I don’t have the ti to help you besiege Kil’jaeden."

Duke smiled, and his smile showed the strongest confidence. He spoke with every word as clear as iron: "I was the one who saved you when you were captured. I helped you deal with Neltharion. Even soone as strong as C’Thun, I still helped you create a ti difference on the battlefield, and even killed C’Thun. When have I ever let you down?"

Red Dragon Queen rolled her eyes and looked like you said it with such force that I have no words to say.

"Alright! You are also a demigod who has lived and died with Azeroth. I won’t ask your backup plan. I agree this ti... Oh, Malygos asked you to kill that ’useless dragon bastard’ as well. So as to avoid embarrassing him."

Duke shrugged his shoulders and thought that this was like getting an imperial sword.

"Is there anything else?" asked the red-haired ms. in the mirror.

"Let say a few words to her."

The scene quickly switched, and a beautiful black-haired ms. appeared.

"Hey, my mount, how is it doing in the Void Battlefield recently?"

Onyxia spat out three words: "Boring."

"Work hard in the void battlefield this ti, and I’ll take you flying when I co back!" Duke said with a double aning.

The Black Dragon Princess’ face turned red instantly, and then she nodded silently.

The communication ended.

In the fortress of the void battlefield, Alexstrasza glanced at the black dragon descendant who had just finished communicating with Duke, and sighed in her heart: Onyxia has good qualities in every aspect, but she lacks the sense of responsibility to protect the world. She is always unmotivated, so she always tends to save her life and retreat in battle. I didn’t expect that Duke’s words would increase her fighting spirit. It’s amazing!

Over in Silvermoon City, Lor’themar Theron entered the hall where Sylvanas was and bowed. "Your Majesty, the Alliance fleet that is performing on the northern coast has received your request for assistance and has now arrived at the border. They request to enter the country to cooperate in the battle."

"allow!"

After sending Lor’themar away, Sylvanas seed a little worried: "Are we reacting too quickly? I’m afraid we’ll scare Kil’jaeden. If we make such a big fuss, but only kill a pit lord..."

Duke raised his right index finger and shook it proudly: "No, no, no, you underestimated Kil’jaeden, and you also underestimated the Burning Legion’s desire for sothing on the planet Azeroth. As there are only two channels to enter this planet, if we are completely unprepared and it looks like a trap, then Kil’jaeden will be scared away. If we react violently, it will only speed up Kil’jaeden’s entry."

Sylvanas’ expression beca strange. Fortunately, she didn’t say "You tacticians are all dirty!" Otherwise, Duke really didn’t know what expression to use to face this dark queen who was almost on the path of evil in history.

Duke continued, "The combat power of mortals can only deal with ordinary demons at best. What really determines victory or defeat is the combat power of heroes or above, as well as timing!"

Timing! Sylvanas has heard this word for the umpteenth ti.

Kil’jaeden himself was too powerful and too large. An ordinary portal could not withstand the passage of such a powerful demon.

It’s like the War of the Ancients, when Sargeras wanted to co in, even if he used up all the energy of the Well of Eternity, it took him a long ti, and he also tried his best to force open a hole.

She still rembered the mont when Duke explained at the secret throne eting: "Kil’jaeden is the most cunning of the three giants of the Burning Legion. With the incident of Archimonde before, it is unlikely that he will devote all of his soul in this descent. It is very likely that he will find a way to make his body pass through and invest no more than half of his soul. Only in this way can he bear the consequences of failure - in less than ten years, he can be completely resurrected in the twisting void."

"It’s a delicate matter to know how much of Kil’jaeden’s body to let through the portal. Too much, and his power will be too great, and he may be unable to suppress it. Too little, and it won’t matter to him, and the lost limbs will be restored in a few months."

"I have studied this with Goddess Elune for a long ti and believe that the ratio of 40% to 60% is the most appropriate."

At that ti, Varian and Magni asked, how can Duke ensure that timing?

Duke held up three fingers.

"First, I rebuilt the Sunwell. At that ti, in order to prevent the counterattack of Anasterian, the Sun King, I secretly changed so things."

When Duke finished his first point, Sylvanas still glared at him. Although she and Duke had already sealed their love with a kiss at that ti, it was unusual for Duke to start sothing so early.

"Second, I have already set up the magic network. If sothing goes wrong, the goddess Elune will act in sync with . Of course, in this case, it is estimated that Quel’Danath Island will not be able to be saved. But we can ensure that the damage will not spread to the mainland of the Sin’dorei Kingdom."

After hearing this, the leaders were actually relieved.

"Third, I can reveal part of the mystery to you this ti. Why have I always had such accurate information about the Burning Legion?"

This ti, everyone’s curiosity was really aroused. Duke’s intelligence on the Burning Legion has always been 100% accurate. Even if it is not comprehensive, at least the part he provided is absolutely correct.

This can no longer be described as reconnaissance or spying.

Sure enough, Duke confird their speculation: "When I returned to the War of the Ancients, I accidentally planted a chess piece. I didn’t expect that even 15 years after the Dark Portal, when I didn’t know that I would go back to the past to plant the chess piece in the future, my chess piece had already faithfully perford its duties and provided with intelligence. Of course, now that things have co to this, my chess piece is in a bit of danger in the Legion. If we can successfully ambush Kil’jaeden this ti, I will retrieve this chess piece in public."

When Duke admitted this in public, the leaders almost fainted.

This is so aweso.

Relying on the Bronze Dragon King to go back in ti, infiltrate the Legion, and cause a lot of damage to Sargeras, even blowing up his lair, that’s not all. He even had ti to plant a traitor! ?

Judging from the intelligence I had previously co across, this dark chess piece was of a very high level. Otherwise, during the Battle of Mount Hyjal, it would have been impossible to know how many leaders Archimonde had, and what skills and specialties each of them had.

At that mont, countless alliance leaders gave Duke a thumbs up in admiration.

Duke, you are aweso, you are so aweso!

After recalling the past, Sylvanas also sighed softly.

Here, Tirion Fordring has led the Knights of the Silver Hand through the portal and joined the kingdom’s elite troops led by Halduron, facing the demons and demonized elves of the island of Quel’Danath across the water near the coastline.

When Duke, Sylvanas and Tyrande were the only ones left in the hall, Tyrande suddenly said quietly, "Duke, I’m wondering if your traitor in the Burning Legion is the Eredar Twins?"

To explain is to cover up, to cover up is to be useless...

Now the situation is getting worse and worse. Even if Duke really had bold ideas, he has not put them into action yet!

Duke’s heart suffered 100,000 points of critical damage, and he suddenly lost all desire to live.

Duke raised his head 45 degrees to the sky, tears seeming to overflow from the corners of his eyes: "Anyway, I have never touched the Eredar Twins, believe it or not."

After that, Duke left without looking back.

Tyrande and Queen Sylvie looked at each other.

"Uh, could it be that we really have misunderstood Duke?"

"Then...do you want to apologize to him?"

"Let’s finish this battle first."

"good..."

Outside the city, when the Horde was still hesitating whether to mobilize for war again, the Alliance’s war machine had already started in full swing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Magic puppets nearly two stories high were called out from the warehouse of the New Silvermoon City.

They ford a huge column, stretching from the western gate all the way to the shore near the Isle of Quel’Danath.

On the shore position, even Halduron himself was surprised, because he saw that not far from the beach on the coast, a number of hemispherical magic Cannon turrets were rising from the ground, and all the muzzles were aid at the Island of Quel’Danath in advance.

Obviously these things were not owned by the old Silvermoon City. If they were, they could have been used when Arthas ca to Silvermoon City to cause trouble.

These expensive magic Cannons are obviously the work of Dalaran just by looking at their appearance.

When was it pulled here?

Halduron knew about this, but he didn’t know it was of such a scale and number.