Kill me and I will be resurrected!

Duke quietly recited in his heart.

On his mouth, Duke sighed softly: "The world has changed. If you don't keep your eyes open, you will only fall into the darkest despair when you wake up from your dream. It's not too late, Aurelia, you can still regret it."

"What do you regret? I regret not seeing the true face of the Silver Moon Council earlier? Or I regret that I will serve you? What a joke! I, Aurelia, Wind Walker, will never regret doing things!"

Without wearing a ranger uniform, Aurelia only wore a pure white dress and evening dress. On the surface, she was a gentle and lovely beauty, but in fact she was a strong and fierce heroine like a storm.

At some point, Aurelia had already relied on Duke's shoulders wearing a blue and white evening dress. Because of Duke's height, Aurelia has now become slightly lower than Duke's head.

She just snuggled up to Duke, even if Duke consciously hugged her waist, there was no discomfort, and it was as harmonious as a perfect scroll.

Duke said lightly: "It's good that you don't regret it..."

"Little bad guy, not regretting does not mean not being sad, not suffering!" After a pause, Aurelia continued, "Don't move, just let me lean on it for a while."

"Um."

The two snuggled up to each other, enjoying the body temperature that came from each other and the warm feeling of the souls being blended.

Not sure how long.

"Now, Duke, what will Azeroth become in the future?"

Duke looked up at the starry sky, his eyes seemed to have crossed the void, crossed history, and arrived at a certain node in the future.

Duke's voice seemed ethereal and illusory: "The Burning Legion has already made moves again. Even if I don't want to admit it, it is not the end to knock Sargeras to the bottomless abyss. It will be five years or ten years later. The Burning Legion will definitely have greater movements. At that time, it may take all races to join hands to overcome the difficulties again."

Aurelia trembled all over, and three beautiful figures in the tree not far away who had been eavesdropping also trembled.

The Wind Walker sisters remembered Duke's magical, the highest-level, charlatan-like prophecy, which made each of them have a wonderful premonition... It seemed that their destiny would be firmly combined with Duke's future.

Gently stroked Aurelia's soft golden silk: "But before this, I promise you that Zu Jin, the culprit of slaughtering the high elves, will pay the most tragic price."

At that moment, Duke felt Aurelia hugging her fingers tightly... Those fingers that seemed tender and white jade suddenly turned into the sharpest dragon claws. The force from the fingers made Duke's shoulders a little painful.

"Sorry..." Aurelia, who suddenly woke up, apologized.

"It's OK." Duke silently added fitness options to his growth plan.

Should I get a secondary career in combat mage?

Almost at the same time, Zu Jin, who was in the tribal camp, only felt a blank in his mind.

"The tribe has done enough for the trolls. Now it's time for the trolls to fulfill their promises and serve the tribe. I need the trolls to obey orders and attack the royal city of mankind with us."

Zu Jin thought he had auditory hallucinations.

However, Orgrim and several tribal chiefs told him with serious expressions that they were not kidding.

The hatred accumulated over generations, the voice, appearance and smile of those tragic troll compatriots, all seemed to be naturally presented in his mind. He had almost no thoughts, and subconsciously slapped the table in front of him and shouted:

"Betrayal!! This is the tribe's betrayal of the trolls!"

A black light shot out from the palm of the troll king's hand, almost slashing Orgrim's hideous and ugly face in half.

That is a battle axe! The battle axe blessed by the power of the storm!

The chief of the Broken Palm Clan, Kagas, swung the battle blade connected to his arm like lightning, and instantly knocked away the battle axe thrown by Zu Jin.

The flying battle axe was in the largest support supporting the huge tent. With a loud "boom", a powerful force of wind burst out from the axe at this time. Under the impact of the strong wind and turbulent flow, the huge tent made of animal skin was torn into large pieces of broken skin by huge force, and flew out in an instant.

The turbulence caused by the storm instantly rushed out several guards stationed near the chief's tent. One of them hit a huge stone pillar next to the camp tent, which almost made him scream. However, the loyal guard did not care about complaining at all. He ignored the pain behind his back, which seemed to all the bones broke, got up from the ground, rushed to the camp tent and shouted loudly: "Enemy attack"

The chief's tent was attacked?!

In almost a second, the entire tribal camp was in full swing.

"It's okay! Calm down! Calm down!" Orgrim roared like thunder, and at least temporarily calmed down the turbulent crowd.

When the huge camp fell down, the panting axe-holding Zu Jin was facing Kagas with a cold eyebrows and holding a sharp blade on his arm, everyone realized that the trolls and the tribe seemed to be breaking down.

Zu Jin is not alone.

There are also several small chiefs from different clans around Zu Jin.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zu Jin is a tribal chief with a small trumpet.

Zu Jin pulled out his posture, and they naturally drew out their weapons. The orcs had already camped with the trolls, and there were no fences before. Now, there was a sudden change, and everyone was stunned. They picked up the weapons and didn't know if they should take action.

"Ogrim, you liar! We agreed to conquer the whole world together. Orcs want plains and mountains, and the trolls keep all the forests!" Zu Jin waved his long and powerful arms excitedly and roared loudly.

"The tribe did not deceive you! This is our ultimate goal. But in the covenant, we wrote that 'The tribe helped you defeat the main force of the high elves, and the trolls completed the final revenge.' The covenant was clearly written!" Orgrim took out the covenant and held it high: "The tribe killed a total of 70,000 elves in the two battles. In fact, you trolls also killed more than 100,000 elves civilians. The tribe has fulfilled its promise!"

"No! This is not enough! Those long-eared Silver Moon City are still there! Why? Why did the orcs retreat when they saw the blue battle flag today?"

"No, the focus of the matter is not the battle flag. The key is that we have received the latest news that another army of 200,000 orcs in the tribe's offensive in the Silver Pine Forest was hindered and besieged. We must seize the capital of a human kingdom as soon as possible, reduce their pressure and rescue them." Orgrim tried to cover up everything with strategic needs.
Chapter completed!