This is the belief that mortals yearn for light!

The young man named Duke, his country, and his companions, had at some point surpassed the Soladin, who had been respected as the sacred Emperor for 2,800 years because he joined forces with the high elves to expel the trolls, and reached the forefront of his time.

Magni sighed: "If many creatures of Azeroth can reproduce and survive, perhaps the name Duke Marcus will become an eternal legend..."

Varian happened to run near Magni and suddenly asked, "Uncle Magni, can I really become a great leader like Uncle Marcus in the future?"

Magni smiled. He was in the state of the gods descending to earth and ran with big steps while making a hearty laugh: "There is only one stupid boy. Duke Marcus, and Varian Wrien has only one. What's more, the mortals return to the mortals and the gods return to the mortals. Before you have the ability to enter the divine realm, why do you care about so much? You are asking for trouble."

Varian was stunned, and suddenly the confusion that had been blocked for a long time in his heart was resolved.

Yes, every existence in the world is unique. No one will be a deteriorated copy of another person.

Varian is Varian. He should be himself well and be worthy of his heart.

What's more, after the gap is too big, I lose the heart to catch up.

When a mortal sees the divine realm, he is destined to... he can only look up to him!

On the other side, Thrall, who was rescued, looked at Duke with a very complicated expression. Logically, he should hate Duke. It is precisely because of this man's extraordinary and his wisdom that he was defeated by the old tribe and led to more than 100,000 orcs becoming slaves.

He had not personally conducted the First and Second World Wars of Dark Gate, and could shout without hesitation, "Orcs will never be slaves!" This sentence may be praised by the tribe for eternity, but he could not say a single sentence, "Duk, I hate you!".

Resentment?

Maybe!

But now more is admiration.

While running, Sar's big mouth full of fangs squirmed for a long time before asking a half sentence: "Why?"

"Do you think it's because we are real allies? Have we vowed to protect each other? Or am I a bad guy, a great saint?" Duke smiled slightly.

"None are!" Thrall suddenly gritted his teeth: "Orgrim told me! You personally ordered to send a killer to assassinate me who was still in his infancy at the time! A weak and powerless baby!"

For a moment, the strong men on both sides almost suspected that Thrall was going to fight Duke.

Duke's words changed and his words became sonorous: "I never intended to deny it. At that time, a completely destroyed tribe would be more beneficial to the alliance. If I were in power at that time, I would have massacred all the tribe captives, just as the tribes slaughtered all the civilians in every human village in the Elvin Forest."

The air suddenly solidified.

Thrall didn't know how to follow up.

At this time, Duke's facial muscle lines suddenly softened: "But that's the past. Now the alliance's relationship with the tribe has nothing to do with justice, mercy, or hatred. Allies? Saint-like compassion? Sorry, of course I wouldn't say such superficial words. If you have to seek an answer from me, I will tell you that this is the need of the world."

"The world needs..." Thrall was a little confused.

"Don't worry! If I choose to attack the tribe one day, it must be because the contradiction between the alliance and the tribe is irreconcilable, and at least three days after the tribe receives the official declaration of war. Maybe I will kill you one day in the future, and you may kill me. In this world where Titans, known as gods, can fall, nothing is immortal."

Duke's words were shocking!

Not only Thrall, at this moment, even all the powerful tribes around the alliance lost their ability to speak.

"Please remember! You and I may die in a bad way when we fight against each other. You and the forces you represent may tear up the covenant and turn against each other! But not today!"

That's right, not yesterday!

Maybe tomorrow!

But it is definitely not today!

"Not today!" This sentence itself contains a mysterious attitude, an attitude that can make both sides feel relieved.

Maybe it will become a mortal enemy again tomorrow, but not today.

Maybe it will perish tomorrow, but not today.

There may be a lot of bad luck and misfortune in the future, but it is definitely not today!

Today, it is destined to be a memorable day for mortals.

Because today will be the great victory day for mortals and half-humans and half-gods.

Because today will be a victory day for the multi-race coalition forces, joining forces to overturn the dark ancient evil god Cthun.

Thrall laughed loudly and waved the [Hammer of Destruction] that was burning with raging flames: "Hahaha! Duke Marcus! I admire you for letting us go together! Kill this disgusting guy!"

Duke also smiled and raised the spiral golden sword back to his hand: "Haha! Sar, I admire you too, and I once wanted to kill you. But..."

Not only Thrall and Duke, but also the Alliance Tribe's strong men who heard the conversation between the two bigwigs around them shouted in unison!

"Not today"

When Cthun's [Dark Flash] drifted through the 180-degree arc and stopped helplessly without any achievements, the strong men of the Alliance and the Horde burst out with the greatest enthusiasm and combat power, and bravely rushed towards their own target.

The space around us has been reduced again.

The four guardian dragons and a slightly smaller black dragon occupy five directions on average, centered on Cthun.

Duke's words were also heard by the four guardian dragons.

Alextasa and Iserra nodded to Duke, and they both agreed with these words. Norzdom was thinking, but Marigos was still unhappy.

"Perhaps, it will be difficult to have a chance to get so many guardian dragons together to deal with the ultimate evil. Regardless of whether we have conflicts with each other, I still want to say it is not today!"

Yes, today is the day to work together.

Tomorrow's contradiction, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Marigos spat hard and nodded at Alextasa.

Every fierce battle in the hall was ignored by the dragon and Duke, and all the tentacles were handed over to mortals to deal with.

Only the dragon's head was raised high.

The dragon head is ferocious and uneven, the longan eyes emit a fierce light, and the slightly exposed dragon teeth are filled with fierce residual lights.

The entire dragon clan's spiritual network was silent, as if the world had stalled at this moment. It made the eyes of others with hallucinations, as if these huge dragons were just sculptures or decorations.

All distracting thoughts eventually became nothingness, and the sound of gentle breathing in the dragon group was transmitted like ripples. Before we knew it, the breath of each giant dragon gathered together.
Chapter completed!