Chapter 1634 Dream of Betrayal (Part 2)

Am I... am I afraid?

Duke looked at his free right hand. When "Song of Light and Shadow" is not in use, Duke always has his right hand free.

That hand has not changed much since he came to Azeroth more than twenty years ago.

Maybe, just a little bit bigger.

He went from an ignorant mage apprentice to a demi-god step by step. The experience he experienced was enough to write a novel of more than three million words.

At this time, there was still fierce fighting all around, but it happened to be in Duke's field of vision. Even if he looked left and right, the left and right were still hazy, with only human figures scattered around.

Duke knew this was an illusion, but he couldn't help shouting: "Alleria!"

right!

Alleria is the most special to Duke. This sexy, charming, noble and elegant female elf is an Azeroth epic in itself.

For some reason, Duke felt a little lost. He called out Alleria's name, hoping to see the female elf stay by his side as always.

But the surroundings were still hazy, and it was clear that the people around him had vivid faces and rich expressions. In Duke's perception, their faces were all labeled - dull.

"Vereesa!?"

Duke stretched out his right hand in vain to grab it, but his grasp was empty. The beautiful figure of the female elf in front of him was just a shadow.

In the field of vision, the scene changed instantly, and Duke suddenly found himself appearing in the endless void of the universe. The planet Azeroth directly below was also hazy, and was moving away from him at an extremely high speed.

Then he felt as if his body was being pulled into a slender rope thousands of meters long.

Was it forcibly dragged into the black hole?

Or started a space shuttle?

He was constantly being dragged into the deepest part of the universe, and there was a constant feeling of falling. The illusion of weightlessness made Duke feel panicked for a long time. This feeling made him feel that he was about to suffocate, and even the last breath in his lungs Every drop of air will be forced out and squeezed out of the throat.

"Ah!" Duke suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes, and then he saw his right hand stretched out randomly. The angry palms still maintained a groping posture. Obviously, they were destined to come up empty.

Duke could clearly feel the gaze from Sarah—Yog-Saron was already staring at him.

Perhaps, as the commander-in-chief of the alliance and the leader of the coalition forces, he is the favorite prey of the ancient gods.

A sudden chill came, and it was an ominous premonition as if he was being tied up and hung, placed in front of a thousand mouths full of fangs, and would be dropped to die without a burial at any time.

For a moment, Duke thought about giving up.

"I didn't have to go into those dreams!"

"It's more beneficial for the coalition forces to have me outside to get an overview of the situation."

"Even if I do nothing now, this powerful team will still win..."

One after another, Duke's own voice echoed loudly in the spiritual sea. High-sounding excuses piled upon piles.

Duke almost convinced himself.

At this moment, Duke saw a beautiful yet heroic female figure rushing ahead.

"Duke, I'll go first!"

Sylvanas, the second sister of the Windrunner family who was still a little immature at the time, has now taken up the banner of the elves. Now as the Queen of the Blood Elves, she has obviously abandoned all confusion.

Duke noticed that the moment she came into contact with the spiritual energy group, the fog of the dream suddenly became clear. It was... the betrayal day of Sun King Anastrian!

right! That’s right! For the high elves in this life, this is the deepest pain in the hearts of all elves! His own king betrayed his own people!

Can Sylvanas handle the nightmare within?

The doubt just arose in Duke's mind, and was immediately dismissed by Duke. A voice in his heart told him clearly that if it was Queen Xi, there would be no problem.

Another person entered the dreamland. She didn't take the initiative. It was more like she was forcibly pulled in by a ball of nightmare energy. Onyxia, Duke saw with his own eyes, it was Yogg-Saron who dropped a ball of nightmare onto her dragon's tail. Almost the moment she touched the dream material, Onyxia turned into a human form uncontrollably, and was then pulled into the dream.

The third person to enter was Tirion. The fourth one is clearly Vashj.

Duke didn't know whether there was inevitability or some special direction here.

All he knew was that Yogg-Saron didn't want to talk to him and threw a dream energy ball at him.

At this moment, Duke had a chance to escape.

He gave up hiding.

Because in addition to this stage, there is a third stage. Duke couldn't imagine that if he backed down here, he would be stared at by Yogg-Saron in the third stage and use mind control skills to attack him alone.

"Magni commands!" Duke made this decision before entering the dreamland.

"Okay!" Magni gritted his teeth.

The light in front of him grew brighter, and the blurred phantom light swallowed Duke whole.

Duke disappeared, disappeared into the real world, and entered the dreamland in the gap between time and space...

A red sun was falling obliquely on Queldanas Island to the west. The afterglow of the setting sun seemed to be an eternal golden light above the sun well, dyeing half of the sky into a golden-red haze.

Under this twilight, a group of rangers rode chocobos, escorting a convoy of trucks that were traveling along the coastline towards the revitalized Silvermoon City.

Sylvanas rode her chocobo at the front of the team, advancing along the crescent-shaped beach washed out by the sea. Her shadow was stretched by the setting sun, creating a slightly hunched silhouette on the fine-gravel beach.

Sylvanas raised her head and looked at Silvermoon City in the distance. This majestic city that had revived again was her greatest pride.

For its prosperity, she devoted five thousand years of hard work.

The city standing on the seaside has countless magic towers towering into the sky, neatly arranged, pointing straight to the sky and the vast universe.

A series of scratching sounds of chocobo claws sounded behind his ears.

Sylvanas suddenly looked back, and her old figure was reflected in the bright armor of the arcane puppet next to her.

"Ah! It turns out that I am already very old!"

Yes, five thousand years have passed since the Sun King Anastrian betrayed the elves. When the elves returned to a peaceful life, the worship of magic rose again, represented by the mage faction headed by Kael'thas.

"Your Majesty - Kael'thas raised the flag of rebellion! He and the New Silver Moon Council rebelled!" Halduron Brightwing, who hurried over, was also very old, and the half of his body that was burned by fire was even more shocking.