Chapter 991 The Cradle of Careerists

"There is no second time in life. Besides, I am quite satisfied with my current life. As long as I can make my people, the people I love, and the people who love me live a good life, I will be satisfied. I gave up for youth In my past, that option never existed in the first place.”

Not even being very moved and refusing, Kalia decisively rejected Duke's gift as expected.

"Yes! If a man I love deeply chooses to repay my youth in this way in order to reject my love, I won't do it. This is the last reserve of a lady. Of course, if we can finally We are together, and then the person I love is willing to give me youth, so that's another matter." The hateful Jaina also added a last resort.

Duke gave Gianna a hard look - Damn it, I'll beat your ass to pieces when you turn around.

Jaina secretly stuck out her tongue, then turned her head away, turning a blind eye to Duke.

Throughout the dinner, Du was on pins and needles. Although Kaliya and the others were chatting about old times as if they were talking about everyday things, Duke was really uncomfortable with his attack!

Fortunately, the dinner did not last long. Kalia left the party politely after giving her a slightly sad look.

The rest are all their own women.

Alleria elegantly sipped the non-existent sauce on the corner of her mouth with a napkin, and sighed: "Duke, we are not forbidding you to add more sisters to us, we just hope that you can exercise restraint, and then, if it is fate, arrangement, then we have no objection.”

Sylvanas interfaced: "You will go on a mission next year. Are you sure?"

"Eighty percent."

Verresa said: "If you want any of us to accompany you tonight, that's fine, but please ensure your physical strength for tomorrow..."

Jaina and Ilucia did not speak, but stared at Duke quietly with loving eyes.

In the end, Duke chose to sleep with Alleria in his arms. There was no passion, only the silence called family. Duke fell asleep peacefully while softly recounting bits and pieces of the past.

In the morning, the time to go back in time finally arrived.

Through the portal, the six people who were going back this time gathered on a wasteland at the junction of Elwynn Forest and Redridge Mountain.

Looking at Grom and Brox, then at Ronin and Vanessa, Duke finally nodded to Krasus.

"Let's begin!" Nozdormu's majestic voice suddenly came from the void.

More information began to pour directly into the minds of every traveler from the void. Except for Duke, the other five people truly understood the meaning of returning to the past this time - the ancient war!

That is the end that Nozdormu's power can reach. It is the cornerstone of the entire world of Azeroth, and even the cornerstone of the entire world for thousands of years. If the Burning Legion gained the final victory in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, Victory, then the entire timeline will be completely subverted, which is the greatest violation and blasphemy of all the efforts made by Duke, the time traveler!

The six people felt a trance around them at the same time. A terrible feeling enveloped their whole bodies, as if they were covered by a huge invisible 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, and it was a terrible feeling that they could not breathe at all. The world around him was constantly changing, and the winter-like trees in Elwynn Forest suddenly grew larger.

"Master!?" Vanessa screamed, but unfortunately Duke couldn't respond at all. Even if he tried to put a smile on his face, Vanessa would probably see it distorted.

The next moment, they discovered that the team members participating in the mission seemed to have turned into "noodle men" who were as tall and narrow as noodles.

Before there was any time to utter any exclamations, this strangely twisted time illusion began to swallow everyone.

Everyone is like a small boat trapped in the whirlpool of the sea, being driven clockwise to rotate at high speed, getting faster and faster, becoming more and more dizzy, and countless strange and confusing sounds and images come. This amount of information is so terrifying, no wonder Nozdormu has to conduct a test of will in advance.

It felt like the trees hundreds of meters away were being sucked in by the vortex, passing by Duke and falling into the vortex of time.

Soon, not only ordinary objects, but also large and small things began to fly over. Even the falling objects in the sky and the crimson mountain peaks broke apart, whizzed past, and disappeared into the whirlpool.

This mental shock was so violent that several teammates around Duke quickly lost consciousness. Only Duke remained awake thanks to the high-speed classification and processing of information by the system elves and the protection of the mental sea zone.

Duke traveled through time and space in an instant and saw a huge 'Galaxy' lingering in the void!

It was a long river of history composed of countless historical fragments. The system elves greedily absorbed all the information that could be collected with 80% load, until Duke sent a huge force to the far end of the 'Galaxy'...

In Azeroth, the earth is covered with frost, the harsh winter comes, and we unknowingly enter the Dark Portal for sixteen years.

Walking in the ruins of the city of Lordaeron, the former Sun King Anastrian was very gloomy. Of course, any lich looked extremely cold and evil to onlookers, regardless of whether they kept as much of their lives as possible. appearance, or simply leaving only a skull on his head.

As the highest-ranking surrenderer who 'voluntarily' surrendered to the Scourge, the Sun King has been allowed to retain his will and all his subordinates. Even the corpses of every high elf slaughtered by the Scourge will be transformed into undead. Take him under his wing.

Anastrian got the immortality he wanted more, but always thought he had lost more.

right!

It’s status!

He was once a king who no one could command or command. The high and mighty king.

After joining the Scourge, even if he could still maintain a large number of subordinates, he still felt that he was a damn slave!

Arthas could order him, the Lich King could order him, and even those damned dreadlords would bark at him like a dog.

His cold eyes burning with blue ice flames were full of unwilling anger.

However, a turnaround is coming.

Archimonde...a demon commander who was so powerful that he could destroy the great magical city of Dalaran with just one spell, but ended up dying in the world he came specifically to destroy, and was buried among the 'ants' he despised. On hand.

And his death became the catalyst for ambition.

What's even more interesting is that Anastrian noticed that no one entity informed the Dread Lords of Archimonde's death in battle.