Chapter 1798 The Boundary of Fire

The relationship between Varian and Goldrinn is a fucking mess.

Just by virtue of the Wrynn family's bloodline, being able to become a legendary hero is already a tribute to one's ancestors.

Goldrinn's soul fragment definitely played a major role in Varian's current fighting power.

But it’s impossible for Varian to ‘acknowledge his ancestors’ and become a werewolf!

This has become a tangled state that is worse than bullshit.

It was impossible for Varian to return the soul fragment. Duke had long discovered that Goldrinn's wolf soul was perfectly combined with the violent version of Varian. At the same time, the timid version of Varian's soul represents the legacy of Wrynn's family.

Sometimes, Duke even maliciously wondered if Onyxia could run over and split Varian into two again. One is a demigod wolf prince who leads the werewolves. The other becomes the Storm King and continues to lead the Storm Kingdom.

Of course, this is just a thought. If you really do this, there will be nothing wrong with old Wolf King Jean. And the Kingdom of Stormwind will become a weakling and become the boss, unable to recover from the fall.

Duke unscrupulously brought out beach chairs, popcorn and other snacks, and watched with Tyrande and others as the wolves vented their dissatisfaction and energy.

Overall, Varian still suffers.

Although Varian has trained himself to be extremely powerful, there are only mortal limits.

As long as he doesn't cross the boundaries of the divine realm, he only has so much physical endurance. Wolves are originally a race with good endurance. In order to hunt, they can pursue prey day and night without rest. What's more, Duke's [Slowdown Technique] did not weaken Goldrinn's physique.

Fighting and roaring all the way.

Goldrinn seemed to accept death, preaching every step of the way, bragging about his majestic history in ancient times - basically, you and I are awesome, fighting invincible enemies in the wilderness of ancient Kalimdor, defeating demons, etc. Just pass the God of Wilderness Striker.

At first, Valeera and Broll were quite nervous. Later, after discovering that Varian was at a disadvantage due to lack of physical strength, the unscrupulous blood elf thief suggested that Duke continue to chip away at Goldrinn's strength.

Duke rolled his eyes: "Why don't you ask me to kill the Wolf God directly?"

The Wolf God can accept 'fairness', but he will never accept suppression. If he gets any harsher, he will fall out.

In the end, it was Goldrin who found it boring.

"No more fighting! No more fighting! I'll go back and think about how to teach this stone-headed son of yours."

"I'm not your son!" Varian yelled at the Wolf God.

"I said you are, you are!"

"I'm not!"

…

The story that the Wolf God and Varian had to tell was more like an episode.

As the Land of Fire began to completely merge with Azeroth, Goldrinn had to put aside his personal affairs and enter a state of war, no matter how eager he was to admit his son.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Looking from the northern foot of Mount Hyjal to the southern foot, every Elf can see the sky full of bolide falling in all directions.

But these terrifying fireballs were getting bigger and bigger, and when they flew closer to the northern foothills, they suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they were hallucinations.

"It's not an illusion! When the space of the Land of Fire merges with Azeroth, these fireballs will really fly over." Duke asserted.

These days, even when they are off-duty, the night elves' sentries are nervously looking at the growing world of flames to the south.

The only thing that can give them comfort is the flying city of Dalaran hovering over the west side of Mount Hyjal.

The league is as reliable as ever.

Their mage city was sent, and Duke was in charge personally.

Only the elements can resist the elements, which is already the strongest combat power the alliance can deploy.

On this day, the wind direction changed, and a strong wind suddenly blew from the south.

Some sentries were already screaming.

"fire!"

"The fire is coming!"

"The flames at the southern foot are spreading towards us!"

Countless elves were alarmed. They ran out and saw an unforgettable scene in their lives——

It was a true prairie fire.

Countless fireballs, just like the sunlight driving away the darkness when the sun rises, seem to be spreading endlessly to the north.

Even if Duke issued a fatal order, the alliance would send out bulldozers and logging equipment to cut down a large number of trees, and forcibly open a fire break zone with a width of more than one kilometer between the southern and northern hills.

The fire was still spreading unreasonably, with a "hula hula" sound, and it spread across the less green mountains, swallowing everything in its path.

The short tree stumps became torches, and the charred earth that had been stripped of green grass still burned, burning away all the nutrients and nutrients inside.

Then the sea of ​​​​fire passed through the fire break and burned into the dense sea of ​​trees at the northern foot of Mount Hyjal.

Towering trees fell down one after another, and countless leaves were ignited. They fell off from their branches and were burned to ashes in mid-air before they fell to the ground.

Countless sparks were swept up into the sky by the surging flames, and soon ignited a larger area of ​​​​the forest, and the cycle started again and again.

"No!"

"Our forest!"

"Oh my god, how is this different from the Burning Legion!?"

The night elves cried, and their tears flew into the distance with their hair fluttering in the wind and waves.

Tyrande and Malfurion were livid. After all, they could not resurrect the demigod Cenarius before the Land of Fire came.

"We can only watch Duke!" Malfurion said solemnly.

"Yes." Tyrande raised his head and looked at the majestic magical city in the sky. His eyes changed from uneasy to firm: "He has never let me down."

In Dalaran, Duke is sitting in the largest mage tower in the city. It is a mage tower that Dalaran built specifically for him, the demigod of the Magic Network.

Duke may not be able to stay in Dalaran one day a year. Since Duke regards Dalaran and Naxxramas as one of the three most important nodes of the Leyline in Azeroth, he still has a good time. The one who built this mage tower.

Sitting on the highest floor of his mage tower, the chair Duke sits on is connected to the entire city of Dalaran through the magic circle.

In a sense, the city of Dalaran is already Duke's private property, because the entire city's magic network is completely included in the magic network.

Duke gently raised his right hand and drew his fingers in the void.

"I said, this is the border!"

Duke's words seemed to be just a simple whisper, clearly reaching the ears of every Dalaran mage. Even Kael'thas, who was waiting beside Duke, couldn't help but tremble.

The entire city of Dalaran lit up.

The muzzle of the main gun, which had not been fired for a long time, suddenly lit up.

It was not a bombardment from the magic main gun, but it was better than a full blow from the main gun.

The purple beam shot from the muzzle tore through the earth easily.

From west to east, the entire Mount Hyjal is divided into two sections: north and south.

It was a terrifying move that ended the surge of elements, like dividing the earth with a barrier.

All the flames were isolated for no reason.

They roll and surge, they surge. They even seem to sweep high into the sky endlessly, trying to break through the clouds and reach the sky.

After all... no flame could surpass the boundary drawn by Duke.