Stormwind God

I ... Is this scared?

Duke looked at his vacated right hand. When not in the song of light and shadow, Duke always vacated his right hand.

That hand hasn't changed much since he came to Azeroth more than twenty years ago.

Maybe it's a little bigger.

He went from an ignorant passerby apprentice to a demigod step by step, and he experienced enough to write a novel of more than 3 million words.

At this time, he was still fighting fiercely around him, and he was in Duke's vision. Even if he looked left and right, the left and right were still hazy.

Duke knew this was an illusion, but he couldn't help but scream, "Aurelia!"

Correct!

Aurelia is the most special for Duke. This sexy, charming, noble and elegant female elf is itself an Azeroth epic.

For some reason, Duke was a little lost, and he shouted Aurelia's name, hoping to see the female elf stay beside her as always.

But the surroundings are still hazy, and everyone around them has a lively face and rich expressions. In Duke's cognition, their faces are marked with Muran.

"Winesa !?"

Duke stretched out his right hand a little in vain to grab, but grabbed an empty space, the shadow of the female elf in front of him was just a ghost.

In the horizon, the scene changed instantly, and Duke suddenly found himself appearing in the endless cosmic void. The planet Azeroth just below was equally hazy, and was leaving him at a very high speed.

Then he felt like his body was being pulled into a kilometer-long slender rope.

Was it forcibly dragged into a black hole?

Or did the space shuttle begin?

He was continuously dragged into the deepest part of the universe, and the sense of falling constantly came. The weightless illusion caused Duke to panic for a long time. This feeling made him feel that he was about to suffocate, even the last Every bit of air was forced out, squeezed out of the throat.

"Ah!" Duke woke up sharply, he opened his eyes, and then he saw his right hand stretched out wildly. The open palm still maintained a groping posture, obviously, it was destined to feel empty.

Duke could clearly feel that Sarah's gaze was staring at him.

Perhaps, the leader of the alliance plus the leader of the coalition is the favorite prey of the ancient gods.

There was an awful cold, which seemed to be **** and hung up, and placed at the mouth of a thousand mouths full of fangs, and would be thrown at any time into the unknown place of death.

For a moment, Duke thought about giving up.

"I don't have to go into those dreams!"

"It's better for the coalition forces to have an overview of the outside world."

"Even if I start doing nothing now, this powerful team will still win ..."

Duke's own voice echoed loudly in the spiritual sea. Sounding excuses, pile after pile.

Duke was almost convinced.

Just then, Duke rushed ahead before seeing a beautiful female figure without losing the martial arts.

"Duke, I'm going first!"

Sylvanas, the second sister of Windrunner's family, who was still a little young, now has the banner of elves. Now as the blood elven queen, she apparently abandons all her confusion.

Duke noticed that the moment she came into contact with the spiritual energy group, the mist of dreams suddenly opened up, and it was ... the Sun King Anastrian's Betrayal Day!

Correct! That's right! For the higher elves of this life, this is the deepest pain in all elves' hearts! His own king betrayed his own people!

Can Sylvanas cope with the nightmare inside?

The question only rose in Duke's heart, and was immediately dispelled by Duke. A voice in his heart clearly told him that if it was Queen Hick, it would be fine.

Another person entered the dream, she was not active, she was more like being forced into by a group of nightmare energy. Onyxia, Duke saw firsthand that it was Yoggsaron who had dropped a nightmare on her dragon's tail. Almost as soon as he touched the material of the dream, Onyxia turned into a human shape uncontrollably, and was pulled into the dream.

The third one to go in was Tirion. The fourth is impressively Vasily.

Duke doesn't know if there is inevitability here, or some special directionality.

All he knew was that Yoggsaron didn't want to talk to him, and threw him a dream energy group.

At this moment, Duke had a chance to avoid it.

He gave up avoiding.

Because in addition to this stage, there is a third stage. Duke couldn't imagine, if he flinched here, whether the third stage would be stared at by Yugsalon, using the skills of mind control to attack him.

"Directed by Magni!" Duke made the decision before entering the dream.

"OK!" Magni gritted his teeth.

The light in front of him was magnificent, and the blurred illusion swallowed Duke as a whole.

Duke disappeared, disappeared in this world, into a dream in the gap of time and space ...

A round of red sun was falling diagonally on the island of Queldanas to the west, and the last rays of the sunset continued the golden light over the sun well, dyeing half of the sky into a golden red mist.

In this twilight, a ranger rides on a landing bird, guarding a convoy of trucks marching along the coastline towards the restored Silvermoon City.

Sylvanas rode a landing bird in front of the team and advanced along the crescent-shaped beach washed out by the sea. Her shadow was dragged by the setting sun, pulling a slightly humped silhouette on the sandy, sandy beach.

Sylvanas looked up at Silvermoon in the distance, a majestic city once again revived, her greatest pride.

For its prosperity, she paid 5,000 years of hard work.

The city standing on the seashore has countless towers of magic towers neatly aligned, pointing straight to the sky and pointing to the vast universe.

The sound of a series of striding bird claws sounded behind his ears.

Sylvanas suddenly looked back, reflecting her old figure on the shining armor of the nearby Arcane Sword.

"Ah! I'm old now!"

Yes, five thousand years have passed since the sun king Anastrian betrayed the elves. When the elves returned to peaceful life, the worship of magic rose again. As a representative, the mage school headed by Kael'thas once again looked up.

"Your Majesty Kael'thas raised the rebel flag! He and the New Silvermoon Council rebelled!" Haduren Mingyi, who hurried over, was equally old-fashioned, and his half-burned body was even more shocking.