Chapter 876 A Strange Situation

"Ms. Golden Sword tried her best." Miraculously, Duke calmed down Jaina who seemed about to go crazy with just one sentence.

Jaina was silent, but the tears streaming down her face were like a dam collapsing.

Gina*Jinjian continued: "As if Archimonde had vented his anger, after destroying every living creature in the horizon, he sank to the bottom of the sea again, maybe to the west or south. Wait until I wake up When I came, it was the Second Squadron of the First Fleet that saved me.”

Next, another Kul Tiras general narrated.

For some unknown reason, Kul Tiras itself was also attacked. But this time it's not the Scourge, but tens of thousands of powerful Nagas. Unlike the Nagas under Duke, the color of this batch of Nagas is jet black.

"Their eyes are like those of violent orcs, which are blood red. The survivors seemed to hear that the leader of Naga is called Wah Qi?"

"Vashj!?" Duke blurted out!

"You know?" Jaina grabbed Duke's sleeve almost instantly.

Duke smiled bitterly: "That is a more powerful Naga clan located deep in the Endless Sea. The Raging Scale clan under my command is not even comparable to the patrol team of the Vashki clan."

Jaina said nothing, but the name Vashj was deeply imprinted in her heart.

The general continued: "The island of Kul Tiras has been destroyed. His Highness Tanred led the Guards to launch a desperate charge against Vashj, but was shot to death on the dock on the spot... Many survivors saw it, and His Royal Highness’s ship was destroyed…”

No one expected that almost overnight, the country of Kul Tiras would be destroyed, and all the direct lineage would be wiped out.

Jaina *Gin Sword gritted her teeth: "Kul Tiras was destroyed, but Kul Tiras was not the first country to be destroyed, and it probably will not be the last one. Her Highness Jaina Proudmoore, now The heavy responsibility of restoring the country falls on your shoulders, please Your Highness to ascend the throne as soon as possible and restore the country of Kul Tiras!"

In response to her words, all the important civil and military officials of Kul Tiras knelt down.

"Her Highness Jaina Proudmoore please ascend the throne!"

After Jaina was silent for five seconds, she glanced at Duke and wiped the tears on her face: "Ascend to the throne!? I will! This is my responsibility as a descendant of Proudmoore! But now, please leave. , I want to be alone with my father for a while."

It is right to mourn for our ancestors.

A group of generals filed out.

Just when Duke was about to step out of the church door, Jaina's voice floated from behind: "Duke, give me some time, maybe one day, maybe two days, Theramore and the tribe will be left to you first. "

After that, a magic messenger was thrown into Duke's hands.

This is the communicator given to Thrall.

Duke said solemnly: "Leave it to me!"

After closing the door, Duke looked up at the clear sky, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

The thread of fate clearly seemed to have returned, but this happened again when he didn't expect it. He could no longer figure out whether his destiny had been messed up by him, a butterfly that had traveled through time, or whether it was destiny that refused to listen and corrected the direction of the future.

In his memory, although Prince Tanred in the original history had no ability, after Daelin's death, he managed the half-dead Kul Tiras with great care, and he should have lived for decades.

But now, Tanred is dead.

Jaina, who was once extremely miserable and once became the uncrowned queen of Theramore, was homeless for the rest of her life. Now she is suddenly going to become the Queen of Kul Tiras.

All I can say is that fate is such a wonderful thing.

Duke suddenly realized that if he continued to look at the future blindly according to the original history, he would probably lose everything.

It seems... there is no need to wait for the tribe to die!

The death of a king is definitely a big deal.

Jaina could wallow in her sorrow, but Duke couldn't. Time passed quickly while reorganizing the fleet, treating the wounded, and a series of other things.

The very next morning, the communicator given to Sal suddenly began to flash red. Duke gently held it, and an extremely clear spatial coordinate appeared in Duke's mind.

"Something happened over there with Sal?"

In Ashenvale, Vol'jin stayed with Thrall.

Sal held the communicator in his broad palm.

Thrall said in a deep voice: "Vol'jin, I still don't think it's a good idea to recruit humans. We have never been allies with the Alliance. We haven't been in the past, and we will hardly be in the future. I don't think humans will face this time with us." The crisis. Who knows, Jaina and her group will choose to abandon Theramore and go further south."

Vol'jin sighed and touched his long troll fangs: "We have no choice. I don't have much hope for that Jaina either. Although she is a smart person, I always feel that she has no influence on our tribe. There is a touch of hostility. Of course, most alliances are like this. Therefore, if you want to cooperate, you must find someone with greater wisdom."

At this moment, Sal suddenly found that the space not far from him began to fluctuate violently.

"Get out of the way!" Varok waved his hand, telling the nearby orc guards to disperse.

"Be careful, it's not Jaina who's here!" Vol'jin could tell at a glance that the level of fluctuations in the space was completely different.

Thrall nervously clenched the [Hammer of Destruction] in his hand, and at the same time, Rexxar beside him also clenched his double axe.

The next second, a figure very familiar to Thrall and Rexxar appeared in front of them.

Seeing Thrall's and others' expressions, Vol'jin subconsciously felt that things seemed a little subtle.

"Why are you?" Thrall murmured.

"Why can't it be me?" Duke said calmly.

"It's... I should say it in common language. I'm really flattered." Sal immediately smiled bitterly.

"He is..." Vol'jin wondered.

"The de facto supreme leader of the alliance, the alliance commander Duke Marcus!" Lexa said almost word for word.

Wo'jin was greatly surprised.

Duke actually came in person! ?

Why is this?

"The Alliance... suffered another heavy blow. His Majesty Daelin Proudmoore passed away not long ago. His Highness Jaina has to deal with the funeral affairs."

The seemingly light words did not make Thrall feel happy about the alliance's damage, but made Thrall's heart even heavier.

That powerful alliance…

The alliance that defeated the previously extremely powerful tribe actually collapsed to this point.

Even someone as close to a monster as Duke couldn't stop the situation from falling apart.

How terrible are the Scourge Legions! ?

Sal's heart was trembling!