Stormwind God

Outside the side hall where Duke once lived, the wind raged and the thunder roared.

However, the side hall, which has long been privately solidified by a magic circle, looks like the only safe island in the desperate vortex of the Well of Eternity.

From the advent of this world, Duke had no chance to go beyond the Twisting Nether and beyond Azshara. He is no longer a mage, but can only use the space magic array that the Eredar Warlock has prepared in advance to set the space coordinates here as a last resort.

But Duke never thought that this elf maid who was once packaged by the queen and then stripped by just hooking a little finger would actually appear here at such a moment.

It is difficult to describe Selega's eyes now.

Is guilt?

Is it fear?

Is the desire for redemption?

Or ask for mercy?

I don't know, probably every feeling has it, all confused in the eyes of incomparable contradiction.

It was very noisy around, but Seleja heard it clearly, sighing from Duke's lips.

"Ugh"

An invisible and intangible barrier appeared between each other's hearts.

Did not speak, but that's what Duke's eyes said, I gave you a chance!

Correct!

Duke has tempted that if the woman named by him named Seleja can keep every secret of him, he will not let the Queen Azshara know the pits of the ancient gods through other channels. It's a pity that Seleja is always here as a traitor, just like he did in the Burning Legion.

Duke is not a ruthless person. If he just gives up, he cannot forgive his heart. Seeing that Serega is still serving herself and Tyrande, Duke taught her a lot of things, such as the creation of magic circuits, such as the use of natural magic, such as a few humble but she was very soon to her Important magic.

However, this is the limit.

Looking at the whole body, there was no dark breath, but Duke, with a soft golden light, was returning with Tyrande at this time. Even if Seleja was stupid, she would understand that Duke was actually from the coalition side. .

His body trembled fiercely, and his mouth squirmed for a long time and couldn't say half a word, but the meaning of begging in his eyes was even worse.

"Yes ..." Sai Leica also begged Duke to bring her.

Duke shook his head decisively: "Everyone is responsible for their actions. No matter what I am, since you have chosen to be loyal to your queen, instead of only being loyal to me from that moment as you vowed, then the result is doomed Now. "

Without paying any attention to Selega, who was kneeling on the ground, already in tears, Duke took Tyrande slowly to the second floor terrace of the side hall.

Suddenly, a voice from Seleja came from behind Duke: "If fate made me choose again, and I chose you, would you accept me?"

Duke settled.

As a traversal, he knew exactly what would happen next, because of fate? Is it a ghost that makes a difference? Or is it an onset of bad taste?

Duke didn't even know why he did it. He smiled, with a mystery and a singularity that was enough to penetrate Seleca's soul. "Remember the first magic I taught you?"

Sai Lei Jia, who was already desperate, seemed to find her own life-saving straw at the most desperate moment, raised her head sharply, and then nodded desperately.

There were tears in those bright eyes, I don't know whether it was remorse, longing for redemption, or both.

Duke leisurely said: "Not every being is qualified to stand by my side. At the time, I was determined to endure thousands of years of pain and torture and entered the Burning Legion as a traitor. If you have this courage and perseverance When I meet again, I will accept you as my maid! "

Duke was gone, leaving smartly.

Do not take away a cloud, but also left a bitter maid.

I don't know if this will be a fate, but at least, Duke has no regrets.

He doesn't owe Seleja.

On the terrace, the ears were filled with deafening rumbles, not to mention Tyrande, even Duke felt a little hairy.

"Look!" Tyrande squeaked into his ear and exclaimed, "Aesala!"

Together, they looked into the distance ... it was a terrifying scene to see, and the ground of Azshara had split in half.

The core of the city has fallen into a huge canyon a few kilometers deep, and the entire inner city has begun to slide towards the Well of Eternity. The city is covered with water in all directions.

In the field of vision, only by raising the neck to the highest point, you can see the huge waterfall that seems to have reached the sky.

Correct!

The city of Azshara is already in the middle of a huge ocean vortex.

The Well of Eternity is dragging the nearby ground into its deep hole, as if to swallow the entire Kalimdor. The city of Azshara was floating on the black water at the moment, and the island was floating up and down like other wreckage on the water.

It is ridiculous that the elves' palace still stands there, almost intact.

As Azshara approaches the center of the vortex, ominous lightning flashes frequently around the city. Unlike most things out of Kalimdor, Azshara rushed straight towards the center of the lake.

Duke felt Tyrande's hands clenched tighter, and she held his waist tightly, as if to fit her soft but elastic body into Duke's body.

Duke didn't worry about his safety.

He was exuding pure golden light, as dazzling as a lighthouse in the night. Whatever the reason, Azeroth's chiefs would never let Duke die casually, as long as they were eager to know what had happened to the Twisting Nether.

What's more, he was holding him, but the high priest of the Moon Goddess Elune!

No need to call for help at all, four huge figures of different colors rushed out of the clouds at high speed, and fell straight down.

Falling at high altitudes and hovering quickly, the flying skills of the Dragon Kings are such bunkers.

Alekstasza, Marigos, Ysera, and Nozdormu, the four dragon kings surround this side hall next to the forbidden palace of Azshara.

The red dragon queen stretched her long dragon's neck: "No time! Ride on me!"

Duke smiled, clawed at Tyrande, and rolled over on the back of the most noble dragon queen in the world of Azeroth.

The violent wind set off by the four-colored dragon king fluttered his wings, and even opened up the ominous storms and thunderbolts around him. The lonely figure of Selega still stood on the stairs, watching the rapid climb with the dragon kings, turning into a small du Grams, completely disappeared in his own vision.