Chapter 2028 I Have to Accept It

The war spreading across the entire planet of Azeroth continues.

War has now become the only theme of this planet that has been troubled for decades.

In every corner of the planet, there are Alliance generals commanding large fleets and fighting fiercely with the demons of the Burning Legion.

But at this time, the leaders of the alliance who were supposed to be the backbone of each kingdom and army were in no mood to command.

The wind blows from the west of the Endless Sea, and the mountains and forests on the war-torn Broken Islands make a gentle rustling sound. On Naxxramas, not far behind the front line of the battle, the wind seemed to be telling something to the leaders.

The leaders are all waiting, eager to hear the voice of fate. Unfortunately, the voice of fate is too elusive and difficult to comprehend.

Everyone could only sigh deeply from time to time, waiting for the final result to come out.

"Duke, how dare you! That's Aman'Thul!" Old Jean smiled bitterly: "Maybe it's because I'm really old. If it were me, I would probably unconditionally agree to the Pantheon's deployment."

This is the norm, and young people are more energetic. When people get old and their edges have been smoothed by cruel reality for a long time, they will tend to seek stability and ways to win with a high probability.

Varian was firm: "He is Duke Marcus! The man who led the alliance to strength. I believed in him before, I believe now, and I will believe in him in the future!"

Over there, Velen's soul is also teaching Yrel: "See? That is a leader. No matter whether he is supreme or not, he is not responsible for making decisions. As a leader, you must remember that one of your own decisions You can affect the fate of countless people. Countless people live because of you, and countless people may die because of you. It all depends on your decision."

Yrel was a little troubled: "It's too difficult to make a decision of that level. After all, it's the Pantheon..."

Velen was also sighing: "Yes! Even I would not dare to force the Pantheon to do that for the people of Azeroth, although that would probably win us the most perfect conditions..."

"That's right!" Hooves nodded vigorously.

"Becoming a leader like Duke requires talent, hard work, and even more unrepeatable experiences. I have no intention of forcing you to reach Duke's level. I just want to say that there are many paths in this world, not Every one points to hardship.”

"Uh, mentor, what do you mean..."

Viren was rarely serious: "Actually, your current relationship with Duke has already helped Delaney a lot."

"Teacher——" His hoofs were anxious and he blushed on the spot.

All the queens, their whole hearts were attached to Duke.

In Lordaeron, Queen Kallia watched her daughter Emily playing happily in the garden, while looking back at the magic mirror from time to time.

"I really want to know what the negotiation will be like!" Kalia sighed.

In another scene, Ilucia also held her cheek: "Well, Duke, just don't anger the Titans of the Pantheon."

Queen Xi smiled: "How is it possible? If something doesn't happen, he will no longer be Duke."

Jaina also laughed: "But he never let us down, right?"

Over there, carrying the hopes of his own women, the hopes of the Alliance leaders and soldiers, and the hopes of billions of Azerothians, Duke and Aman'Thul began to communicate candidly.

"Before I reveal my plans, I first lay out the demands of the people of Azeroth."

"You said it." Aman'Thul replied calmly. In fact, he was already preparing for the Pantheon to bleed once.

Surprisingly, Duke was not as open as the lion.

"Neither I nor the people of Azeroth have any idea of ​​dominating the universe. Being able to live freely and independently on the planet Azeroth is enough. If we can destroy the Burning Legion this time, we only need the Pantheon Guaranteeing this is enough.”

"Yes! Unless it is to exterminate demons and target the evil forces of Azeroth, the Azerothian army will not step out of the planet. This has been the case in the past and will be the case in the future. After this battle, the Pantheon The glory of the universe will shine again, and even Azeroth can continue to claim to be under the jurisdiction of the Pantheon."

"If Azeroth becomes the new Titan of the Pantheon in the future, then I hope that she can leave a seed of life to this planet to ensure that the planet will not dry up and be destroyed due to the loss of its star soul and core."

"Oh?" Titans have their own secret ways of communicating. They all felt that Duke was really... devoid of desires and desires!

"You only want this much?" Iona felt a little incredible.

"If you are talking about the future, yes! This much is enough for the people of Azeroth. But in this war, we mortals need the support of the Pantheon." Duke's words were sonorous and powerful.

"There is no need to discuss this. As long as the Burning Legion can be destroyed, the Pantheon will spare no effort. Tell us your plan." Norgannon said.

Duke smiled: "I don't know, have you noticed that I once traveled back to Azeroth 10,000 years ago and blew up Sargeras' lair in the Twisting Nether during the War of the Ancients? This led to An unexpected result..."

As Duke spoke, the Titans' faces finally moved.

A hint of surprise suddenly flashed in Aman'Thul's eyes, and he involuntarily took out the Scepter of the Gods from the void. The circles of golden Titan runes on the scepter were becoming brighter.

There was excitement in the air at the Pantheon.

The hearts of all the Titans became excited because of a mortal's proposal.

At that moment, the cosmic wind blowing through the Pantheon began to grow stronger.

"Ah! The wind of the stars..." Aman'Thul said silently in his heart.

For twenty-five thousand years, the Titans have hid in this secret place. No revenge, no counterattack, just silently watching his creations and guardians being defeated by the Burning Legion one by one.

Aman'Thul made such a decision precisely because he saw no hope——

A vigorous battle cannot save the Pantheon and the world.

Has twenty-five thousand years really erased hatred and pain?

No!

no way--

The villain takes revenge from morning to night.

It's never too late for Titan to take revenge.

Aman'Thul has been waiting for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But he didn't expect that this opportunity was actually created by a weak mortal strongman in his eyes.

Countless beings proposed to him plans to defeat the Burning Legion.

In fact, every plan he heard before was based on a lot of speculation, even conjecture. Those guys didn't even know what Sargeras' Achilles' heel was, so they made wild claims, thinking that they could win this unprecedented war with their meager military strength and the few remaining foundations of the Pantheon.

Duke is different, he is reasonable and well-founded!

I have to accept it!

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ps: The plot has reached this point and must be changed. Don’t tell me about the original work. If we don’t change it, we will write it to damn 8.0. It was agreed that the major version 7.0 would be over.