Stormwind God

Tyrande * whispered awake from the nightmare. .

She had forgotten most of the things in her dream, but still remembered that the goddess of the moon, Elune, was involved in a terrible war.

Her mount suffered a fatal injury and threw her out of her body. Her head hit the ground heavily. Then she was captured by that terrible Xavius.

She still remembered some terrifying pictures and sounds. A goat-like monster glared at her in bad faith. A pair of furry hands with long sharp claws dragged her tightly ...

She was then awakened.

Those narrow and elegant silver eyes glanced around the magnificent side hall. She had never seen this magnificent room under house arrest many times.

The afternoon sun came in through the west, and this time was the rest of the elves ...

Her soft lips opened slightly, sighing softly, lamenting where she was now. She shook her head, and a long dark blue hair fluttered around like waves, and a few strands of silver hair in her hair were quite prominent at the moment.

She stood up from her lying state, and the silky quilt fell down her body. Suddenly she saw the battle marks on her beautiful body, and her face couldn't help getting a flush.

I really want to ignore the black figure around me, but unfortunately the man whose shadow is falling asleep is her ruler.

This guy who claimed to be Du Kang always showed her the report of the Burning Legion without even minding it, even publicly proclaiming to the Ereda Gemini that it was part of the training in order to attack her will.

Tyrande wanted to deny that the reports were true, but only a few times when he secretly contacted Elune under Du Kang's whistle, he got a silence. The only thing Elune could give her was subtle comfort and urging of the plan.

Even Du Kang contacted her once shielded Malfurion soul, but it turned out that Malfurion convinced her!

Tyrande was scared, afraid he couldn't support him anymore.

She did not know when the so-called plan would be successful, she only knew that she was sinking step by step, even in the name of justice and righteousness.

The fond memories of childhood and adolescence are long gone, and everyone of the Sister Elune begins to forget in her mind, and it is filled with all the tricks and methods of this man's entire spiritual world.

She fought, cried, and bypassed, but it was her horror that started to get used to what she once thought was terrible.

Even if she was tortured so miserably, turning back her head was still this black figure.

If he leaves for a while, he will soon miss him and look forward to his next arrival.

Imperceptibly, thirty days.

Tyrande was shocked to find that the luckiest thing between men and women is that the person you love and you love each other. Fortunately, there is a person who loves you but you don't love him.

But now she falls into a third way that she thought she would never accept!

In just one month, she was completely used to his existence, just like eating and drinking.

"Am I ... degenerate?" Tyrande held his face.

Suddenly, Duke's voice came, "No! This is just a nightmare! The dream will eventually wake up. But what is in front of you is returning to the ordinary life, or the cruel reality than the nightmare, it depends on you tried."

Tyrande felt a sudden warmth.

It is ironic that at the moment when he is about to collapse and become a selfless plaything, it is the guy who has been pushing her to pull her.

Tyrande bit her lip fiercely, and she couldn't help thinking about her powerlessly. If he really saved the Kaldorei in this way, what kind of attitude should I face him in the future ...

With Tyrande, Duke walked to the southernmost tower of Azshara Palace. That tower's whole body was shining with the magical energy. Thanks to Duke's perfect debugging, the upper elves did not need to work around the clock like in history.

Along the way, Tyrande saw the elves and evil horned monsters taking turns saluting them on the way to the tower.

The slender body of the upper elves is covered with a turquoise robe with a hood, and robes are embroidered with exquisite patterns; the monster's lower body is very much like a goat's body. They used to be night elves, but now they belong to the Burning Legion. !! They are Sartre.

In the tallest hall in the tallest tower, Sartre and the upper elves struggled to support the magic in the hexagonal matrix.

Carved in Duke's own hands, on top of the extremely complex magic array pattern. There is a flame floating in mid-air. There is a black hole in the center of the flame. This black hole never seems to disappear. The moment Duke took Tyrande into the hall, Tyrande knew subconsciously that he had entered the realm of Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion.

There, the Abyss Lord Mannoroth and the Eredar Twins arrived early. Both they and the doomsday guards around the hall looked at Tyrande, who was still holy in white robes, with mocking eyes. These playful eyes made Tyrande feel complacent.

Gemini gave thumbs up to Duke with wicked charm.

Thanks to Duke's extremely pure space magic, Sargeras now no longer needs to force his will to come, his power can pass through this huge portal anytime, anywhere, as in this world. The only flaw is that the portal is still not large enough and strong enough to support the passage of Sargeras.

"Can you let me in?" A voice shaking Tyrande from the entrance of the hall.

Duke nodded.

Mannoroth growled immediately: "Come in!"

Without Duke and Tyrande, Illidan is undoubtedly the thinnest.

This time, it was clear that Illidan was ready for everything. Even when he saw Duke, he could formulate a very formal greeting.

But no one knew what was going on in his amber eyes. Tyrande looked at Illidan, his mouth squirming, and he didn't speak after all.

No one made trouble for Illidan, because today's protagonist is him!

The deep portal suddenly fluctuated, and in the next second, a mysterious power suddenly filled the hall. This mysterious power came from the distant twisted void.

The huge ghost of Sargeras suddenly filled this huge hall over thirty meters high.

His booming voice sounded immediately.

"Are you the Illidan Stormrage who has proven your loyalty to the Legion, who can't do it?

Illidan bowed his head deeply to show respect: "It's me!"

"As a mortal, you are powerful ..." Sargeras said from another world, after a moment of silence, he said, "But your strength is worthless to me ..."

Illidan said rudely, "I might be able to let you fall to Azeroth!"