As Tyrande's deputy, Melander has always been the most loyal one of her bosses, but at this moment, she was also confused.

If translated as Du, her current feeling is: hold the grass! The amount of information is so large! The 10,000-year version of your circle is really messy?

Isn't it?

In the thousands of years before the Battle of Ancient, outsiders' eyes, Tyrande would definitely choose one of the two brothers Rage Wind. Who knew that after the breaking incident in the Battle of Ancient, both Tyrande and the Breeze brothers were very taboo about that matter and refused to talk about it.

Then, Tyrande began to alienate their brothers without hesitation.

You know, it turns out that there is no need to inform them to enter the Temple of the Moon.

Anyway, Melander's face is full of words, and I'm helpless!

However, this gossip love triangle that has been continuing for thousands of years seems to have made new progress? Is it true that the one who destroys their three relationships is the ancestor of the seemingly big-headed alliance commander in front of him?

The Night Elf is a very closed society. Although the number of people in the Night Elf clan exceeds one million, but for so long, what gossip has not spread?

Not only Meland, but also the seemingly loyal temple guards around them secretly raised their ears, and their gossip souls were also burning!

Tyrande glared at his almond eyes and swept across the corner!

Suddenly, every archer and hunter lowered their eyes and dared not look at them.

Tyrande bowed deeply and saluted: "Sorry, Lord Marcus, you were frightened by a misunderstanding. This is my misconduct as the leader of the Night Elf. If you think you need any compensation, please bring it up."

Bent over is the most attractive angle for women, because of gravity, the temptation will be infinitely magnified.

Fortunately, Mr. Du saw too many things about Haigal Peak, which was trained for a long time, after all, the three Fengxing sisters in his family are female rangers, and two and a half of them have already eaten into their stomachs.

Finally, how much immunity has been cultivated, otherwise Duke would not dare to look at it before.

At this moment, Duke, who seemed to be a gentleman, showed his true identity as an actor. He smiled gracefully: "Mr. Yufeng's words are too heavy. Since it is a misunderstanding, there is no offense or offense. Now that the Burning Legion is a great enemy, shouldn't we put aside our differences and cooperate sincerely? I came for this."

Duke's generosity made many night elves secretly relieved.

Duke's words made his image infinitely elevated: "If you have to make any compensation, I hope you can forgive the tribe's fault for accidentally killing the demigod Senarius, after all, it was a devil's conspiracy."

As soon as these words came out, the heart of every night elf in the audience seemed to be grabbed by two invisible big hands and tear apart the two halves apart.

Even if Tyrande said that Cenarius was not really dead. But at the moment of the enemy, it would be strange if he was killed by the orcs, such a strong man on his side was killed by the orcs.

Many elves were so excited that they almost raised their weapons again.

Tyrande reached out and stopped his subordinates from restlessness.

Tyrande raised his head, his delicate chin slightly raised, and her eyes were filled with complex divine light: "I have seen your student Ronin. If his narrative is not wrong, your alliance dominated by humans and the tribe dominated by orcs should be mortal enemies before this?"

"That's right!" Duke admitted frankly: "From the opening of the Dark Gate fifteen years ago, the tribes invaded the Storm Kingdom, the southernmost tip of the Eastern Kingdom Continent, and it was also my motherland. The alliance and the tribe have never truly reconciled. Under the action of the brutal orcs burning villages and slaughtering the city, no less than five million human compatriots died under the hands of the violent orcs. It is no exaggeration to say that our alliance and the tribe have deep blood hatred."

"and you……"

Duke changed his tone: "In fact, from the past to the present, there are a total of four great chiefs in the tribe, and the first three great chiefs. Orgrim and Neozu died in front of me. Even if I am not the mastermind, they all died because of me!"

If the scene in front of me wasn't too serious, maybe there was a night elf beauty who was going to laugh.

This scene is really strange and inconsistent.

An alliance leader who killed three great chiefs and had a bloody feud with the other party actually pleaded for the enemy?

However, Tyrande and Malfurio involuntarily raised their chests and abdomen, and were in awe. They were waiting for Duke's answer!

"Maybe it sounds contradictory, doesn't it? But no matter which side of ours wins, it's just a dominant race for the planet Azeroth. But if the Burning Legion wins, then the planet Azeroth will be completely destroyed." Duke's words are sonorous and decisive.

This is the relationship between a small contradiction and the biggest contradiction.

In the face of the big news of the survival of the planet, the deaths of hundreds of millions of people in the past fifteen years are just small contradictions that are not worth mentioning.

What is the overall situation?

This is the big picture!

Duke's words made Tyrande feel ashamed! You know, two weeks ago, she actually wanted to resist the Burning Legion led by Archmond by relying solely on the power of the Night Elf clan!?

Compared with Duke's awareness of joining forces with his mortal enemies for the sake of the overall situation, her previous thoughts were simply humble.

At this time, Malfurion put one hand on the triple carved shoulder braces on Tyrande's left shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Even humans can have such an awareness, we night elves should not be too stingy. Moreover, after the last battle, it took us nine thousand years to completely heal the wounds of the earth."

The scars of the earth... This is the greatest pain in the heart of the night elves who believe in the druid doctrine.

Tyrande nodded vigorously, then walked towards Duke with his head held high, and she stretched out her hand: "I heard that you humans regard your hand as a symbol of friendship and union. Then I think that under this huge crisis, we night elves, alliances, and even tribes should work together."

"Yes!" Duke shook Tyrande's hand hard.

This is a historic handshake!

In the eyes of later historians, this is also a handshake that indicates the night elves join the alliance.

The tone is set, so the rest is easy to say.

"Yes, haven't asked yet, Marcus, why are you here this time?"

"No need to be so arrogant. I'll get used to it more when I call me Duke."

Well, my surname is Du, not Ma.

"Then, Duke..."

Duke briefly said the situation of the Burning Legion as he knew, and finally focused on his goal.

"You say that the strongest minion of the Scourge killed his father and destroyed four kingdoms. Alsace, the Death Knight of half the Lordaeron Continent, came to the Kalimdo continent alone?"
Chapter completed!