Chapter 1151 [Wrath of Thunder*Wind Chaser’s Sword of Blessing]

Chapter 1151 [Thunder Fury Wind Chaser’s Blessed Sword]

Duke had a good dream.

He dreamed that he was rubbing to his heart's content between Tyrande's two Hyjal Peaks, and then in a hazy state, Duke felt a sense of relief, but also a little pain.

It was in this tangled state that Duke woke up.

The first thing that catches the eye is Tyrande's two smooth and soft white thighs. Well, the knee pillows are really a great blessing in life.

Immediately afterwards, Duke saw a scene that made him collapse...

Tyrande noticed that Duke had woken up and withdrew his left hand like lightning.

Duke looked embarrassed: "Tylande, what are you doing..."

"No, I..." Tyrande hesitated for a few seconds, and finally confessed in frustration, looking like a child who made mistakes: "You! Don't you always use your Duke's Divine Sword to make people die? No matter how much I say 'no' or how I beg for mercy, you never let me go. It's rare to see the Excalibur so cute today, so I was wondering if I could stretch your Excalibur a little longer and tie a slipknot or something. What if? I’d even try a bow tie if I could.”

Hit... hit... slipknot?

What a bow! ?

Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it!

Duke transformed into the most ferocious wolf and wanted to knock Tyrande down on the spot and execute him.

Just when Duke was about to make a move, Tyrande's eyes flickered, her holy face and a slightly naughty expression perfectly blended together. She raised the corner of her mouth with a smile: "Duke, although I don't mind, but……"

Duke is not afraid of anything. What he is most afraid of is 'but'. Whenever there is a 'but', something will happen.

Sure enough, Duke heard a commotion.

Only then did Duke realize that the place where Tyrande placed him was not far from the previous battlefield, about three hundred meters away.

The heroes of the Alliance pulled Gal's younger brothers, the Firesworn, outside the cave and dealt with them one by one, and then killed Gal before the arrival of the sixth Shathrall.

Immediately afterwards, the strong men of these alliances figured out Shaslar's playing style and rules without any teacher. The noise just now was the cheers of these guys celebrating their victory.

"Hahaha! Who!? Who else? Ragnaros, how many younger brothers do you have? Let's get them all at once. I don't want your grandpa to find them one by one." The arrogant dwarf king Magni* Bronzebeard raised his head high Holding Shaslar's head, he stood on the earth elemental hill formed after Garr was killed, posing like the king of the world, laughing endlessly!

The masked female thief Valeera complained to him: "It's because your legs can't sprint."

The King of Ironforge's heart suddenly turned to stone. No, his whole body seemed to have turned to stone. When a gust of wind blew, he turned to ashes and was blown away.

The heroes of the alliance are celebrating their victory.

The most mature Mograine sat on a big rock, breathing heavily.

Tirion came over with a smile on his face: "What's the matter, Alexandros?"

"It's very refreshing, very happy, but also a little tired. Alas, time is not forgiving." Mograine sighed.

"No, no, no, you can still fight for ten years." Tirion waved his hand.

"What's the use of ten years if the power of Ashbringer cannot be exerted." Mograine said profoundly: "Duke told me that light and darkness are actually one. [Ashbringer] can also transform Become the [Corrupted Ashbringer]. I don’t want the evil-killing divine sword in my hand to become a plaything of evil forces one day. So after I go back this time, or if I am unfortunately killed, this sword will be yours. ."

Tirion felt himself choked up.

How could a true martial artist not wish he had a handy magical weapon?

Duke has [Gandalf, the legendary sword of the white-robed swordsman].

Turalyon has the great royal sword [Quel'Zaram].

Mograine has [Ashbringer].

Each divine sword has its own legendary story, which is sung by bards traveling around the world day and night.

As long as there are humans, their legends will continue to be passed down.

That is the supreme glory of a warrior.

As a noble paladin, Tirion was envious but not jealous. However, when he heard that Mograine was going to give this divine sword to him, his heart still beat wildly.

That's exciting!

Not out of greed, but based on the excitement that he could better destroy evil.

"There is no need to hesitate or be ashamed. Your noble character and firm will are worthy of this artifact."

"Actually, you don't have to..." Tirion started to say, but Mograine raised his hand to stop him.

"Everyone's pursuit is different. Everyone has heard Duke's hint, but I feel that instead of pursuing false eternity, it is better to live a wonderful life in this life. I have enjoyed wealth, bathed in the glory of Lordaeron, and fought against The evil that I know best is the one who upholds the glory of Her Majesty the Queen. My only regret is that I cannot train my son to be the best paladin, but I have no regrets."

Tirion was silent, listening to Mograine's almost monologue.

"I think the existence of the Paladin should be to celebrate and uphold all the beauty in the world. We do not demand perfection, but we must do our best first and set an example for the world. Therefore, as a human being, birth, old age, illness and death are inevitable processes. I do not intend to go against the laws of nature. And the noble holy light must be better inherited."

After saying that, Mograine held the long hilt of the [Ashbringer] with one hand and handed the second half of the hilt to Tirion's hand.

Almost the moment Tirion touched the [Ashbringer], the evil-killing divine sword burst out with a dazzling golden light - that was clear evidence that the divine sword recognized Tirion as its next master.

Everyone looked back, both shocked and relieved.

right!

Birth, old age, sickness and death!

Origin and destruction!

this is life!

At some point, everyone started applauding.

At the same time, before Duke had time to be gentle with his woman, someone came to his door.

"Boss Duke, have you seen anything similar to this thing on the leader of the flame element?" The three fastest Windrunner sisters here rushed to Duke's side, and Gavin Ladd rushed over there. arrive.

What he held high in his hand was something like half the skull of some creature. The wind and thunder aura lingering on it clearly told everyone that this thing was no ordinary epic equipment.

Here Duke reluctantly took back the paw that was placed on Tyrande's buttocks and coughed: "What the hell do you want this sword for? It's not like you are responsible for carrying big guys."

"Sword!? It's actually a sword?" Who knew that Gavin Rad's eyes suddenly lit up: "Hahaha! Sure enough, this thing is destined to belong to me! As for the sword, that guy Magni definitely doesn't want it."