Chapter 1054 An Omnipotent Egg

Tyrande Whisperwind suddenly woke up from her nightmare.

She had forgotten most of the things in the dream, but what she could still remember was that the moon goddess Elune was involved in a terrible war.

Her mount, mortally wounded, flung her from him and she hit her head hard on the ground. Then she was captured by the terrible Xavius.

She still remembered some horrific images and sounds. The goat-like monster stared at her with malicious intent. A pair of big furry hands with claws grabbed her tightly and wouldn't let go...

Then, she woke up with a fright.

Those narrow and elegant silver eyes glanced around the gorgeous side hall. She had seen this gorgeous room where she was imprisoned countless times.

The afternoon sun shines in from the west, and this time is originally the rest time for the elves...

Her soft lips opened slightly and she sighed softly, lamenting her current situation. She shook her head, her long dark blue hair flowing around like waves, and a few strands of silver hair in her hair were quite conspicuous at the moment.

She stood up from her lying position, and the silky quilt fell down her body. Suddenly she saw the traces of the battle on her beautiful body, and her face couldn't help but flush.

She really wanted to ignore the black figure next to her, but unfortunately, this sleeping man whose whole body was in shadow was her ruler.

This guy who calls himself Du Kang always shows her the battle reports of the Burning Legion without any problem, and even openly declares to the Eredar twins that this is part of their training, in order to break her will.

Tyrande wanted to deny that these battle reports were true, but the few times he secretly contacted Elune under Du Kang's sentry, all he got was silence. All Elune could offer her was meaningless comfort and a push for the plan.

Du Kang even contacted her once for the soul of Malfurion, who had been in a blocked state, but it turned out that it was Malfurion who also made her believe in Du Kang!

Tyrande was afraid, afraid that she could not hold on any longer.

She didn't know when that so-called plan would succeed. She only knew that she was sinking step by step, even in the name of justice and righteousness.

The beautiful memories of her childhood and girlhood were fading away, and the Sisterhood of Elune began to fade away in her mind. Her entire spiritual world was filled only with this man's endless tricks and methods.

She fought, cried, and begged to get around it, but what frightened her was that she was beginning to get used to this role that she once thought was extremely bad.

Even though she was tortured extremely miserably, when she looked back, all she could think of was this black figure.

If he leaves for a while, he will miss him soon and look forward to his next arrival.

Before I knew it, it had been thirty days.

Tyrande was shocked to discover that the luckiest thing between men and women is that the person you love loves each other. The luckier thing is that there is someone who loves you but you don't love him.

However, now she has fallen into the third way that she thought she would never accept - getting used to each other!

In just one month, she had become completely accustomed to his presence, as accustomed to eating and drinking.

"Have I... fallen?" Tyrande held her face.

Suddenly Duke's voice came: "No! This is just a nightmare! The dream will eventually wake up. But whether what is shown in front of you is a return to ordinary daily life, or a reality more cruel than a nightmare, it depends on you and me. tried."

Tyrande suddenly felt warm.

It was really ironic that when she was about to collapse and become a plaything with no self, it was the guy who had been forcing her to pull her back.

Tyrande bit her lip fiercely. She was helpless and couldn't help but think wildly. If he really saved the Kaldorei clan in this way, what attitude should I use to face him in the future...

Taking Tyrande with him, Duke walked towards the southernmost tower of Azshara's palace. The tower was gleaming with magical energy. Thanks to Duke's perfect debugging, the upper elves did not have to work day and night as they had in history.

Along the way, Tyrande saw the Highborne and evil horned monsters taking turns saluting them on the road leading to the tower.

The upper elf's slender body is covered with a hooded green robe, which is embroidered with exquisite patterns; and the monster's lower body is very much like the body of a goat. They were once night elves, but they now belong to the Burning Legion - -right! They are Sartres.

In the tallest giant hall of the tower, satyrs and upper elves struggled to support the magic in the hexagonal matrix.

On top of the extremely complicated magic circle pattern carved by Duke himself. There was a flame floating in the air, and in the center of the flame was a black hole that seemed to never disappear. The moment Duke led Tyrande into the hall, Tyrande subconsciously knew that he had entered the domain of Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion.

There, the abyss lord Mannoroth and the Eredar twins arrived early. Whether it was them or the doomsday guards around the hall, they all looked at Tyrande, who was wearing white robes and still looked holy on the surface, with mocking eyes. These playful looks made Tyrande feel ashamed.

Gemini even gave Duke a thumbs up evilly.

Thanks to Duke's extremely pure space magic, Sargeras no longer needs to force his will. His power can appear in the world anytime and anywhere through this huge portal. The only flaw is that this portal is still not huge and strong enough to support Sargeras himself.

"Can you allow me to come in?" A voice that made Tyrande tremble came from the entrance of the hall.

Duke nodded.

Mannoroth immediately roared: "Come in!"

Without Duke and Tyrande, Illidan would undoubtedly be the smallest.

This time, it was clear that Illidan was mentally prepared for everything. Even when he meets Duke, he greets him in a very formulaic manner.

But no one knew what was going on in his amber eyes. Tyrande looked at Illidan, his mouth squirmed, but he didn't speak after all.

No one made things difficult for Illidan, because today's protagonist is clearly him!

The deep portal suddenly fluctuated, and the next second, a mysterious power suddenly filled the hall. This mysterious power came from the distant twisted void.

The huge shadow of Sargeras suddenly filled this huge hall with a height of more than 30 meters.

His booming voice sounded immediately.

"Are you the Illidan Stormrage who proved your loyalty to the Legion and was able to do the impossible?

Illidan bowed his head deeply to show respect: "It's me!"

"As a mortal, you are very powerful..." Sargeras spoke from another world. After a moment of silence, he added, "But your power is worthless in my eyes..."

Illidan said abruptly: "Maybe I can let His Majesty come to Azeroth!"