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Chapter 950 I don't regret it

Duke doesn't blame the Night Elf for having his own ideas.

Even the Creation Titans have selfish intentions these days, and they will become deteriorating and fall into depravity.

Look, didn’t Sargeras learn bad things? Did he just run out to start a gang and establish a sect?

With the desire to seek common ground while reserving differences, Duke is a very sincere alliance member who deserves such a life to be the ally of the Night Elf. He jumped into the dire pit of the alliance, oh, and it is a great united and friendly family under Duke's control.

Duke suddenly remembered something and immediately reminded Tyrande: "No, no, no, the combat power of mortals is useless. We have eliminated all the leaders of the Burning Legion's invading troops except Archmond. According to Archmond's habit, he will soon end in person. In front of him, all combat power that has not entered the heroic realm or below Huiyue is meaningless."

Tyrande looked surprised.

From the extremely wonderful expression on her face, Duke knew that empiricism killed people.

Tyrande is one of the rare witnesses who have experienced the ancient wars. She has seen with her own eyes that even the powerful dragon clan must drink hatred under the powerful and numerous demonic crazes.

But the Night Elf Clan is too closed for ten thousand years. They never thought that the Burning Legion had a commander who had the word "courage" engraved on his chest and liked to play hand-to-hand combat in person.

There are at least 200,000 middle and high-level demons in the Burning Legion, so why did you roll up your sleeves and go on stage?

Tyrand instinctively just disbelief.

At this moment, an extremely rapid knock on the door suddenly came from outside the door.

"His High Priest!His High Priest! Are you here?" Tyrande knew as soon as he heard it, it was the voice of her confidant Meland.

"Come in!"

As a high-level priest in the Temple of the Moon, Melander is definitely the best in terms of appearance and martial arts. Melander almost rushed in. Although she deliberately controlled her emotions, her face and eyes were obviously filled with anxiety and fear.

Not caring about Duke's presence, or perhaps thinking that Duke couldn't understand the ancient Danasusian language at all, Meland nodded to Duke and quickly walked to Tyrande: "Our ambush troops were discovered. The main force of the Burning Legion attacked our troops. We can confirm that Archmond personally participated in the attack. Lord Shamurian launched the ultimate tactic. It was preliminary judgment that Archmond was not injured."

Tyrande's face turned white in an instant. She held her hands tightly, and her joints on her slender fingers turned white due to excessive force.

She raised her beautiful face and showed a cold smile. She spoke in Danasusian language as soon as she opened her mouth, but the object was Duke: "Mr. Marcus, your opinion is correct. The combat power of mortals is meaningless."

Melander was startled. Doesn’t this mean that Duke heard what he said just now?

Duke gracefully performed a Cardoregu ceremony, and his lips opened lightly.

"vendel'oeranushindu!" paused and added: "anar'endaldraon"

This is actually a sentence composed of the Salas phrase common to Danasus. The meaning of being connected is that God wishes us to mercy on our part to forget this failure and may we have the courage of a dragon to meet new challenges.

Duke's words were so gentle and kind, full of both wisdom and determination to fight evil.

For a moment, the two moon god priests almost thought that they were facing the extremely wise demigod Senarius, rather than such a young human.

Tyrande and Meland crossed their chests at the same time, pointed their fingers on their shoulders, bowed deeply to Duke, but they were speaking in the common language of humanity:

"In order not to sacrifice each other's tribe members for nothing, I hope we can let go of the differences and past unhappiness, work together to kill Archmond, the super demon."

Greetings with each other in the language is the most solemn in terms of etiquette.

Suddenly, both sides had an inexplicable sense of favor and identity for each other.

"Please prepare your last trick," Duke sighed.

"Okay, before that, let's inform the tribe."

Duke and Tyrande came out together and told Thrall directly that the Night Elf Army was destroyed by Archmond.

Suddenly, when he heard the 100,000 troops of the night elves were destroyed, the faces of chiefs such as Thrall and Woking were very exciting.

Tyrande spoke: "The perseverance of mortals is no longer meaningful. The Night Elfs agree to the evacuation of the alliance and the tribe. However, if possible, I still hope that each can send strong people to support this war that determines the fate of the world."

The tribe discussed it in a very whispery way, but the final result surprised Duke.

Apart from Varrok, almost all the tribes who can fight the most choose to participate in the battles of Thrall, Grom, Kane, Woking and Brocks.

"Varock! You lead your army back to Orgrimmar. If I can't come back, you will be the next chief of the tribe."

As soon as Saar finished his order in public, Varok Sarufal cried on the spot: "Great Chief, I never think I am the material for the Great Chief. You... you must come back!"

Over there, Kane was also instructing his deputy: "If I die, let Bain be the chief."

Not to mention the alliance, the group of strong men who came here were preparing to fight to the end. Those who should stay were all on the Eastern Kingdoms continent.

For example, at this point in time, Varian, who has not had a strong combat power; if there is a case, leave Abidis to assist Queen Carlia; Magni* Bronzebeard did not come...

Even the most unexpected situation for Duke has occurred.

Jaina was actually instructing Egwen: "If I can't come back, go and find Gina*Golden Sword. I guess she may have children with my father. Yes, he or she is the next King of Kurtiras. Without you, make up one. Anyway, the inheritance of Kurtiras cannot be cut off."

Some people may ask, Azeroth is destroyed. What else should I do to pass on the inheritance?

This involves another secret plan of the alliance, Duke announced before pulling the large army to Mount Hygar. In case they lose, he hopes that the remaining kings and leaders can lead all survivors to open the door of darkness again and find a way to find a new planet. No matter how bad it is, the people can take refuge in Draenor first.

It is precisely because of this that countries can send the strongest people to join the war without any scruples.

The sun sets.

The army retreated from the portal like a tide. The tribe returned directly to Durothal. The Union soldiers teleported to Theramore.

At this time, the three powerful men of the sects had gathered around Duke.

Queen Xi smiled: "Duke! Have you foreseeed such a result?"
Chapter completed!
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