Chapter 952 I Don’t Regret It

Duke didn't blame the night elves for having their own ideas.

These days, even the Creation Titan has selfish motives and will become bad and corrupt.

Look, isn’t Sargeras a bad guy? Did he just run out and start a gang on his own?

Based on the desire to seek common ground while reserving differences, Duke is very sincere in pulling the night elves, who are destined to be members of the Alliance, into the deep and torturous pit of the Alliance. Oh, it is a great united and friendly family under Duke's control.

Duke suddenly remembered something and immediately reminded Tyrande: "No, no, no, the combat power of mortals is useless. We have eliminated all the leaders of the Burning Legion's invasion force except Archimonde. According to Archimonde, Mond's habit, he will soon end himself. In front of him, all combat power that has not entered the heroic realm or is below Huiyue is meaningless."

Tyrande looked surprised.

Duke knew from the wonderful look on her face that empiricism killed.

Tyrande is one of the few witnesses who has experienced the ancient war. She has seen with her own eyes that even the powerful dragons suffered under the frenzy of those powerful and overwhelming demons.

But the night elves are too closed-minded. For ten thousand years, they have never thought that the Burning Legion has a commander with the word "brave" engraved on his chest and who likes to engage in hand-to-hand combat in person.

The Burning Legion obviously has at least 200,000 mid-level and high-level demons, so why do you roll up your sleeves and go on stage?

Tyrande instinctively didn't believe it.

At this moment, there was an extremely urgent knock on the door.

"Your Excellency the High Priest! Your Excellency the High Priest! Are you there?" Tyrande knew as soon as she heard it that it was the voice of her confidant Melander.

"Come in!"

As a high-ranking priest of the Temple of the Moon Goddess, Melander is definitely one of the best in terms of appearance and martial arts. Melander almost rushed in. Although she deliberately controlled her emotions, her face and eyes were obviously full of anxiety and fear.

Regardless of Duke's presence, or perhaps thinking that Duke could not understand the ancient Darnassian language, Melande nodded to Duke and walked quickly to Tyrande: "Our ambush force has been discovered. Yes. The main force of the Burning Legion attacked our troops, and we can confirm that Archimonde personally participated in the attack. Lord Shamulian launched the ultimate strategy, and preliminary judgment shows that Archimonde was not injured."

Tyrande's face turned pale in an instant. She clenched her hands tightly, and the joints on her long fingers turned white from excessive exertion.

She raised her beautiful face and showed a sad smile. She also spoke in Darnassian, but the target was Duke: "Lord Marcus, your opinion is correct - mortals have no fighting power. significance."

Melander was startled. Doesn't this mean that Duke heard what he just said?

Duke gracefully performed a Kaldorei salute, his lips parted slightly.

"Vendel'oeranushindu!" paused and added: "Anar'endaldracon"

This is actually a sentence composed of Salas phrases that are common to Darnassian. The meaning when connected together is - May God have mercy on us and forget this failure. May we have the courage of a dragon to welcome the new one. challenge.

Duke's words were so gentle and kind, full of wisdom and determination to fight against evil.

For a moment, the two Moon God priests almost thought they were facing the extremely wise demigod Cenarius, rather than such a young human being.

Tyrande and Melander crossed their hands on their chests at the same time, pointed their fingers on their shoulders, bowed deeply to Duke, and spoke in common human language:

"In order to prevent each other's tribesmen from sacrificing in vain, I hope we can put aside our differences and past unhappiness, work together, and jointly slay Archimonde, the super demon."

Greeting each other in each other's language is the most solemn etiquette.

All of a sudden, both sides had an inexplicable feeling of goodwill and identification with each other.

"Please prepare the night elves for the last resort." Duke sighed.

"Okay, before that, let's go notify the tribe."

Duke and Tyrande went out together and directly informed Thrall that the night elf ambush army was destroyed by Archimonde alone.

Suddenly hearing that the night elves' 100,000-strong army had been wiped out, Thrall, Vol'jin and other chiefs' faces were filled with excitement.

Tyrande spoke: "The persistence of mortals is no longer meaningful. The night elves agree to the withdrawal of the Alliance and the Horde. However, if possible, they still hope that each can send strong men to support this war that determines the fate of the world."

The tribe had a very 'quiet' discussion, but the final result surprised Duke.

Except for Varok, almost all of the tribe's most capable players chose to participate in the war - Thrall, Grom, Kane, Vol'jin and Brox.

"Varok! You lead the army back to Orgrimmar. If I can't come back, you will be the next warchief of the tribe."

As soon as Thrall finished his instructions in public, Varok Saurfang cried on the spot: "Warchief, I never thought that I was the material of the warchief. You...you must come back!"

Over there, Kane was also instructing his deputy: "If I die, let Bain be the chief."

Not to mention the alliance, the group of strong men who came here are ready to fight to the end. Those who should be left behind are all on the Eastern Kingdom mainland.

For example, at this point in time, Varian's combat power is not very strong; if there is an emergency, Abedis is left to assist Queen Kallia; Magni * Bronzebeard did not come...

Even the most unexpected situation for Duke occurred.

Jaina is actually telling Aegwynn: "If I can't come back, you go find Jaina*Golden Sword. I guess she may have a child with my father. If so, he or she will be the next Kul Tiras King. Without you, I will make one up. Anyway, the legacy of Kul Tiras cannot be cut off."

Some people may ask, Azeroth is destroyed. Why should we pass it on?

This involves another secret plan of the alliance-Duke announced before he mobilized the large army to Mount Hyjal that if they lose, he hopes that the remaining kings and leaders can lead all the survivors and open it again Dark Portal, find a way to find a new planet, and even if it doesn't work, you can let the people take refuge in Draenor first.

It is precisely because of this that all countries can send their strongest men to participate in the war without any scruples.

The sun sets.

The army retreated from the portal like a tide. The Horde returned directly to Durotar. Alliance soldiers teleported to Theramore.

At this time, the three powerful factions had gathered around Duke.

Queen Xi smiled: "Duke! Did you foresee such a result?"

"If everything could be foreseen and solved, then the so-called life would be nothing but a boring journey dominated by thousands of destiny. To put it bluntly, there are countless paths to destiny, and there is no absolute right or wrong. Which path to take? It’s all good, as long as it’s my choice, I won’t regret it.”

I'm feeling unwell. It's probably the third update today.