Chapter 1191 Silithus

Countless yellow sand, non-stop strong wind.

Standing on a sandstone peak in Silithus, Tyrande, standing next to Duke, gathered her long dark blue hair. Even so, she still couldn't stop the strong wind from blowing her long hair like a wind. As elegant as willow.

The few strands of silver hair in front of the forehead add a mysterious atmosphere to the blue hair.

At this time, Gavin Rad came to Duke in a hurry, just wagging his tail: "Boss, if I free the poor Prince of Wind, will he reward me with the artifact sword? ?”

As much as Duke wanted to say 'yes', unfortunately he knew what would happen next.

"A lonely and painful soul has been imprisoned for twenty-five thousand years. No one knows what will happen during this period. This is why I have to gather so many strong people, just in case..."

Feeling the solemnity in Duke's voice, Gavin Rad also realized that what happened next might not be so beautiful: "Uh, okay, if this is my fate, I will accept it!"

From frivolous and cheerful to serious, Gavin Rudd's transformation is so skillful. Sure enough, even Gavin Rudd, who seemed to be the most unreliable at the time, has also become mature!

Gavin Ladd turned around and ran down to get ready.

Suddenly, Tyrande's hand secretly grasped Duke's.

"Sorry, Duke, I suddenly thought of Illidan."

They are also very affectionate, and it seems that neither Illidan nor Prince Sunderland will end well!

One was imprisoned for ten thousand years and then fell into the devil's path.

One was imprisoned for twenty-five thousand years, and finally...

Tyrande didn't dare to think about it anymore, for fear that she would be touched by the scene.

I once used myself as a sacrifice and burned myself to be with Duke, but I was shocked to find that the situation was reversed. The darkest evil may be the greatest light. When I finally thought that I would win, I could enjoy this legendary life. The happiness of color found that it had to face a ten thousand years of separation.

If it weren't for the busy clan affairs, she might have gone crazy.

She really didn't dare to think what would become of Sunderland, who was once so affectionate.

"Duke! Hold me..." Tyrande murmured.

This has nothing to do with desire, it is purely a spiritual need.

Duke created the illusion of himself and Tyrande, and then gently hugged the high priest, who always seemed strong, holy, and otherworldly, and gently moistened her with his lips. A heart as fragile as a flickering candle.

a long time.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes." Tyrande nodded: "But please don't leave us again. I hope you must remember that you are not fighting alone."

When Duke walked down with Tyrande, he was unknowingly followed by a large number of queens: Sylvanas, Kallia, Ilucia, Jaina, and the eldest sister of Windrunner. and third sister.

Perhaps with various small thoughts, it is obvious that everyone has the same goal - for the future of the alliance, and for everyone's future...

In the specially selected empty plain, the insect-type monsters that originally wandered here have been cleared away by the alliance's professional team long ago.

Within a radius of ten miles, there is no one else but the powerful group of the alliance.

Duke nodded to Gavin Ladd.

When Gavin Rad took the left and right halves of [Wind Chaser's Imprisoned Skull] and the [Essence of the Fire Lord] dug out from Ragnaros's clone, he walked up to the old human man who believed in Prince Sunderland. Demition burst into tears when Mitien came to him.

The gray-haired human fanatic fell to his knees and burst into tears.

"Ah! You have found the master's cage!"

"The long-cherished wish of many generations... I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. My wish can finally come true."

"My master must be freed! Now! Immediately!"

Demition's ecstasy was in sharp contrast to the indifference of the strong men around him.

Duke is a great stickman. Duke makes it clear that everyone is ready to fight. There will be no escape from that battle.

Especially after Feathermoon General Shandris secretly told everyone the story of Illidan, no one had any hope for Prince Sunderland.

Everyone watched calmly as Demition, a fanatical believer who worshiped the wind element, chanted incantations that outsiders did not understand, easily causing vibrations in the atmosphere.

"Bang!" It was as if a big bomb exploded less than three meters above Demition.

The smoke and dust stirred up in the sky dispersed like a shock wave along with the strong wind.

"Bang -" Another shock wave, a splash of killing spree, would definitely blind someone if it hit someone's eyes.

Here is a master who can easily defeat even flying arrows in his prime state.

Especially the heavily armed warriors and paladins standing in the front row. As long as they are careful not to let stones hit their eyes, ordinary flying stones will not be able to hurt them at all.

A few thieves and rangers were even more exaggerated. With their extremely high agility and dynamic vision, most of them kept swinging their daggers, easily knocking away the incoming gravel, and protecting the treatment team in the last row.

Duke did not activate the [Ice Shield], but calmly watched the airflow in mid-air swirl rapidly, forming a huge half-length human figure.

Prince Sunderland appeared. He had a body emitting white light, his lower body was a swirling tornado, and his upper body was a standard human shape.

Solid armor wrapped around his huge body. The four fang-like spikes pointing straight to the sky on the shoulder armor were very eye-catching. Two layers of overlapping petal-shaped armor protected his shoulders well. The silver-white arm armor It exudes fluctuations of powerful wind elements.

"Ahhhhhhh-" There were no words. Prince Feng, who was more than ten stories tall, almost chopped his fanatical follower Demition into pieces as soon as he appeared.

"when!"

A huge metal clash almost shattered the eardrums of everyone around him.

Inheriting Mograine's [Ashbringer], Tirion Fordring used this divine sword that already belonged to him for the first time today and struck the first blow.

The bright golden light was comparable to the strong wind of the Wind Prince who had been imprisoned for twenty-five thousand years.

In the distance, two figures wearing armor looked at this scene. Suddenly one of them felt sentimental, and he burst into tears. He murmured: "Sure enough... it is right to leave it to Tirion."

Another person patted him on the shoulder: "Alexandros, we are all old, and it is time to hand over the burden to the next generation. Until the end of the world, we old guys will not have a role to play. "

"Well! We should learn from what Lothar did. If we don't hold on to our position, it will only hinder the growth of the next generation."

No one expected that after today, the two marshals of the alliance, Mograine and Abidis, would announce at the same time that they would hand over their military power and go to the Logistics Department to train new recruits. The Scarlet Crusade was taken over by Saidan Dathrohan. The military power of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was handed over to Tirion Fordring.