Chapter 892: There Is No Mortal Enemy in the Overall Situation (Alliance Leader Ai Lubao)

As Tyrande's deputy, Melander has always been the most loyal to her boss, but at this moment, she was also confused.

If translated into Du's words, her current feeling is: holding the grass! So much information! Is your circle really in chaos? The 10,000-year version?

Isn't it?

In the thousands of years before the War of the Ancients, in the eyes of outsiders, Tyrande would definitely choose one of the two Stormrage brothers. Who knew that after the debacle in the War of the Ancients, both Tyrande and Brother Stormrage were very taboo about the matter and refused to talk about it.

After that, Tyrande began to distance himself from their brothers.

You know, it turns out that there is no need to notify them before they enter the Moon Goddess Temple.

Anyway, Melande’s face was written all over—I was helpless too!

However, this gossipy love triangle that has lasted for thousands of years seems to have made new progress? Could it be that the one who ruined the relationship between the three of them in the legend was the... ancestor of the seemingly powerful alliance commander in front of him?

The night elves are a very closed society. Although the number of night elves exceeds one million, what gossip has not spread for ten thousand years?

Not only Melander, but also the seemingly loyal temple guards around him secretly pricked up their ears, and their gossip souls were also burning!

Tyrande stared in all directions with his almond-shaped eyes!

Suddenly every archer and huntress lowered their gazes, not daring to look at him.

Tyrande bowed deeply and saluted: "I'm sorry, Lord Marcus, because a misunderstanding caused you to be frightened. This is my discourtesy as the leader of the night elves. If you think you need any compensation, you can Proposed."

Leaning over is the most attractive angle for women. Because of gravity, the temptation will be infinitely amplified.

Fortunately, Mr. Du had seen too much of Mount Hyjal and other things that had been trained by long-term bow-drawing. After all, the three Windrunner sisters in his family were all female rangers, and two and a half of them had already been eaten.

How much immunity has he finally developed, otherwise Duke would never have dared to look past it.

At this moment, Duke, who seemed to be a gentleman, showed his true qualities as an actor. He smiled smartly: "Master Yufeng's words are too strong. Since it is a misunderstanding, there is nothing offensive. Now that the Burning Legion is a great enemy, Shouldn’t we put aside our differences and work together sincerely? That’s why I’m here.”

Duke's generosity made many night elves secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Duke's following words made his image infinitely higher: "If you have to make some compensation, I hope you can forgive the tribe for accidentally killing the demigod Cenarius. After all, it belonged to the devil. conspiracy."

As soon as these words came out, the heart of every night elf in the audience seemed to be grabbed violently by two invisible hands and torn in two.

Even though Tyrande had said that Cenarius was not truly dead. But when the enemy is at hand, it would be strange not to be angry if such a strong man of our own was killed by the orcs!

Many elves were so excited that they almost raised their weapons again.

Tyrande stretched out his hand to stop his men, stopping their restlessness.

Tyrande raised her head, her delicate chin tilted slightly, her eyes filled with complex divine light: "I have met your student Luo Ning. If his account is correct, your human-dominated alliance and orc-dominated alliance The Lord’s tribe should have been mortal enemies before this, right?”

"That's right!" Duke admitted frankly: "Since the Dark Portal opened fifteen years ago and the tribe invaded the Stormwind Kingdom at the southernmost tip of the Eastern Kingdom, which is also my homeland, the Alliance and the Horde have never truly reconciled. After the brutal orcs In the actions of burning villages and massacring cities, no fewer than five million of our fellow humans died at the hands of the violent orcs. It is no exaggeration to say that our Alliance and the Horde have a blood feud."

"and you……"

Duke changed the subject: "Actually, from the past to the present, the tribe has had four warchiefs. The first three warchiefs, Blackhand, Orgrim and Ner'zhul, all died in front of me. Even if I am not the mastermind, they all died in front of me. He died because of me!”

If the scene in front of him wasn't too serious, maybe some night elf beauties would burst out laughing.

This scene is so strange and inconsistent.

An alliance leader who killed three war chiefs and had a blood feud with the other party actually interceded for his enemy?

However, Tyrande and Malfurion involuntarily raised their chests and abdomen in awe. They are waiting for Duke's answer!

"Maybe it sounds contradictory, doesn't it? But whether we are the Alliance or the Horde, no matter which of us wins in the end, it will only change the dominant race for the planet Azeroth. But if the Burning Legion wins, then Azeroth Planet Sri Lanka will be completely destroyed." Duke's words were sonorous and every sentence was decisive.

This is the relationship between small contradictions and the biggest contradiction.

In the face of such big issues as the survival of the planet, the deaths of millions of people in the past fifteen years are just minor conflicts worth mentioning.

What's the big picture?

That’s the big picture!

Duke's words made Tyrande feel ashamed! You know, two weeks ago, she actually dreamed of resisting the Burning Legion led by Archimonde with the power of the night elves alone! ?

Compared with Duke's awareness that he would not hesitate to join forces with his mortal enemy for the sake of the overall situation, her previous thoughts were simply trivial and humble.

At this time, Malfurion put a hand on the triple carved shoulder armor on Tyrande's left shoulder and said solemnly: "Even humans can have such an awareness, and we night elves can't be too stingy. What's more, It took us nine thousand years after the last war, but we still haven’t completely healed the wounds on the earth.”

The scars on the earth... This is the biggest pain in the hearts of the night elves who mainly believe in Druid doctrine.

Tyrande nodded vigorously, and then walked towards Duke with her head held high. She stretched out her hand: "I heard that you humans hold hands as a symbol of friendship and unity, so I think that under this huge crisis, we have to hold hands in the dark night. The elves, the alliance, and even the tribe should work together."

"Yes!" Duke firmly shook Tyrande's hand.

This is a historic handshake!

In the eyes of later generations of historians, this was also a handshake that heralded the night elves joining the Alliance.

Once the tone is set, the rest is easy to talk about.

"Yes, I haven't asked yet, Marcus, why are you here this time?"

"Don't be so outspoken. Call me Duke. I'll get used to it."

Well, my surname is Du, not Ma.

"Then, Duke..."

Duke briefly talked about what he knew about the Burning Legion's situation, and finally highlighted his goals.

"You said that the most powerful minion of the Scourge killed his father, destroyed four kingdoms, and half of the death knight Arthas of Lordaeron came to the continent of Kalimdor alone?"