Chapter 950 Conjecture and Truth

Tyrande was so frightened that Duke leaned his face only ten centimeters away from her and was shocked to find that he subconsciously shrank back like a frightened little rabbit.

Duke did not let Tyrande go and pressed forward.

Thumb thump, Tyrande took three steps back.

Swish, swish, Duke took three big steps.

In the end, Duke even made a standard wall move, with his left hand against the wall and his right hand on his hips, directly suppressing Tyrande's momentum, who was already leaning against the cement wall.

one person.

An elf.

Their faces were so close that they could clearly feel each other's breathing.

Tyrande was a little embarrassed and angry: "Duke Marcus, you are now the high priest who threatens the Moon Goddess."

Duke said shamelessly: "Tylande Whisperwind, I will tell you right now that mages never believe in gods."

"Are you going to be a traitor to Azeroth?"

"Don't blame me. Your verbal inducement is very powerful, but it can only fool the rough guys in the tribe. It is of no use to me. From the beginning, you refused to answer where are the 100,000 elite members of the night elves?"

"..."

"Do you really think that the alliance's scouts are all blind? Just after the three tribes reached an agreement to form a coalition, you night elves used the excuse to evacuate the civilians and evacuated most of the elves on the peak of Mount Hyjal. But they have always guarded the holy mountain. Yes, only the most elite night elf troops. Unless they are special craftsmen, civilians are not allowed to go up the mountain."

Tyrande pursed her lips and said nothing, staring into Duke's eyes, as if she wanted to see in the eyes of this human commander from the other side of the Endless Sea what cards he could still play.

Duke doesn't care.

He continued: "Let me guess, originally the night elves were prepared to follow the ancient oath made more than nine thousand years ago, and were prepared to sacrifice the entire clan in order to protect the World Tree. However, the performance of the orcs in Ashenvale, and later The alliance of three factions has given you new hope - how great would it be if you could save the World Tree with the help of the Horde, a mortal enemy, and allow the night elves to continue to multiply? If the Horde died together with the Burning Legion, That’s even better.”

Tyrande swayed slightly.

Even though she hid it well, it was a pity that she couldn't hide it from Duke, who was almost physically close to her.

"Then how can we achieve this? The Horde is not a fool. If the losses are too great, it will naturally withdraw. After all, the orcs are not a native race of Azeroth. The only conclusion is that the night elves can be like 10,000 years ago. The War of the Ancients did it to the Burning Legion again."

This time, Tyrande began to lose control of herself. Her red lips opened and closed gently, like a fish being screwed to the shore.

"Don't talk nonsense without evidence."

At this time, Duke actually wanted to say: Do you really think that I don’t know about the huge explosion in Mount Hyjal in history? The direct explosion caused Mount Hyjal to become barren of vegetation for ten years.

It's just that Duke never thought that the night elves, who were originally very conservative and abided by their oaths and made huge sacrifices for the sake of justice in history, would actually play this trick.

What went wrong?

Or is there some huge shift in history?

Duke really thought hard and finally gave his answer at this time: "I also know that the reappearance of the upper elf has put you under a lot of pressure, right? But you have to save the world, Suffering to accept the highborne's grand entrance into Mount Hyjal."

In the historical Battle of Mount Hyjal, there were no high elves or blood elves. Jaina's Theramore human soldiers alone would certainly not have any conflict with the night elves.

Eight thousand years ago, the night elves exiled the high-level elves as blasphemers. Who would have thought that Duke would bring Queen Xi's blood elf rangers here this time? This was obviously a slap in the face until it was swollen!

When Duke said this, tears actually filled Tyrande's eyes.

However, Duke continued to use his magnetic voice, like a monologue, actually trying to persuade Tyrande: "I think maybe our buildings and artillery that destroy nature are just like the tribes who keep cutting down trees. Has your druid arrived?"

This is another unsolvable contradiction.

To put it bluntly, the night elves are idealists, while the dwarves and gnomes are all materialists.

One side promotes green peace, while the other side engages in highly polluting industries.

If the dwarves' cannons are pleasing to the druids, then that's a big deal.

By this time, Duke's words had already made Tyrande tremble like chaff.

Duke made the final blow to Tyrande: "The one who desperately puts pressure on you and advocates killing all those untrustworthy blasphemers and the murderers of Cenarius is Fandral Staghelm, right?"

This sentence is definitely a fatal blow.

Tyrande squirmed for a long time, and finally said in a broken voice: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I never thought about harming my allies. I really never thought about it..."

With her head lowered and shoulders slumped, Tyrande, who had supported the night elves for thousands of years with her shoulders, looked no different from a weak human woman.

The only difference was that even though tears were welling up in her eyes, she still didn't cry.

"However, when I think about the fact that we night elves are about to make huge sacrifices, but there is still a cruel new neighbor and an alliance of exiles who have accepted us, watching from the side, my heart can't calm down."

Tyrande suddenly straightened up. She straightened her chest and tightened her abdomen. From her bones, every move, hand, and foot exuded awe-inspiring righteousness.

Duke involuntarily released his hand from the wall and took half a step back.

"Okay, Lord Duke Marcus, I will answer your questions one by one! Your speculation is only half correct. But the explosion plan you mentioned does exist! Since in the ancient war, the extremely powerful guardian The Dragon Clan cannot withstand the invasion of the Burning Legion with all the strength of the five clans. Why should we believe that hundreds of thousands of you mortals can resist the footsteps of demons? Even demons that have been weakened by magic circles!"

"Well……"

"The power of the explosion is directly proportional to how many souls the night elves sacrifice. A hundred thousand elites are ready to sacrifice themselves to protect this beautiful world, but how can we endure it? After the sacrifice, we are left with nothing Our people have been bullied by cruel tribes, and our beautiful forests have been wantonly cut down and destroyed? So I dare to ask, is it too much for us to prepare for the worst case scenario? Besides, I have not agreed to implement Fandral Staghelm's plan! "

At this moment, Duke suddenly understood the night elves' true approach, which was a little more kind than he imagined.