"Pure swordsman!" The god cracked the fire weaving in awe.

"Strange guy!" Steele touched his face fattened by violence and chuckled.

"Looks like a good guy!" The boy of Uejo gave out a good guy card.

Hearing the words of the three people behind him, Duke hooked the corners of his mouth, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and secretly said that this forced outfit was a perfect score. At this moment, the pants pocket, which had been devastated by the tragic battle, was finally overwhelmed and leaked a large slit.

Ding-ding-bell————

Several silver rings rolled to the ground with a pleasant crisp sound.

Steele: "My Ring ......"

Kamijo boy: "......"

God Crack Fire Weaving: "......"

Duke silently crouched down to pick up the ring, and a large gold chain snapped and fell to the ground again, dangling in the moonlight.

The breeze blew and the streets were silent again.

……

Leaving the ground full of festivals, Duke turned around and left, and finally seized the opportunity to pretend to be forced, but the result was a shameful failure. Indignant, Duke decides to go back to the young lady to study it, and this failure must be that he is unfamiliar with the structure of the thing, and he needs to make up for it.

Back at the institute, Duke found it empty, and on the desk in the office, the young lady left him a note. She took Misaka 9800 to finish shopping, and before she could wait for Duke, she went home with the other party.

Duke looked depressed, the difficulty of the young lady's strategy was a little higher than he imagined, and now that there was a light bulb called Misaka 9800, it was even more difficult to push it down.

Unable to think of a reason, Duke decided to get some sleep first. If you're lucky, when you meet the Matrix, load a few cheats like "The Art of War" and "Thirty-six Strategies for Flirting with Girls", and it would be better if there was "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon......

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In the unknown space, Duke was bored counting the dense honeycomb holes on all sides, and beside him, the green ice and white night dragon stood without saying a word, quietly like a sculpture. It's really a terrible thing to let go of yourself, and you can know by looking at the green ice and white night dragon that once you let go, you will no longer be yourself.

Duke tried to talk to him for a while, but there was no response, and in desperation, he had to count the honeycomb channels to pass the time.

According to Duke's speculation, behind each passage is a world connected, and it is precisely because of these passages that they can meet across space. When Chataro was bored, he tried to step into other passages, but never succeeded.

The dense spatial passage was definitely a nightmare for patients with dense symptoms, and just as Duke counted two thousand away, an exclamation came from behind him.

"Sindagosa!?"

The voice was strange and familiar, strange because Duke had never heard it in an unknown space. As for familiarity...... It was clear that a new person had appeared.

Duke looked over expectantly, and sure enough, a handsome blonde guy he had never seen before stood there, staring at the white night dragon with his mouth open.

"No, it's not Sindagosa......" The handsome blonde shook his head.

He was dressed in lightweight magical armor, with a blue armor that only covered his chest, shoulders, arms, and ankles, with extremely conspicuous runic circuits carved into it. It ensures defense without compromising dexterity.

He is less than 1.8 meters tall, and his armor will undoubtedly show off his slender and toned figure. The face is as carved as a sculptural feature, with angular and deep contours, a tall nose, and amber eyes that shine with dazzling brilliance.

A handsome face, with a kind of charm that makes people indulge.

This is a handsome face that can open the legs of the majority of women faster than the water gate, coupled with the extraordinary luxury of gentleness and elegance, the lethality is infinitely high.

After just one glance at the blond youth, Duke sighed again and again, lamenting God's injustice. is also his own person, why can the newcomer be so handsome? If he had given him this face, the young lady would have used to tease, and would have cried and shouted to warm the bed.

"Are you ......" the blonde handsome man heard a sigh, only to realize that there was another person at the feet of the green ice and white night dragon.

Duke stepped closer and raised his eyebrows after seeing the other party's appearance thoroughly. I didn't pay attention just now, but Da Shuaibi's blonde hair hid a pair of long ears, and his eyebrows were unexpected...... Long.

"Elves?"

"High Elves, to be exact!" The handsome man bent down slightly, noble and obedient to etiquette, like His Royal Highness the Prince in a fairy tale.

"Lost!" Duke was ashamed of himself, and without waiting for the other party to ask, he directly pressed one hand on the other person's shoulder.

"What is this?" The handsome is more than unknown.

"Don't speak, hold your breath and you'll know it all."

Da Shuaibi subconsciously closed his eyes, wondering why he couldn't be wary of strangers at all, and as a result, a lot of memories flooded into his mind. It's like being in the warm sunshine, enjoying the peace of mind, and the pores all over his body are scattered, so that he doesn't want to move.

Duke also received the other party's memory, and it was okay not to look at it, which was a big surprise. The elves are worthy of being immortal, and the age of the handsome is as high as a thousand years.

Although it was nothing among the High Elves, the massive amount of memories still allowed Duke to digest it for a long time. Throwing away some cluttered memories, Duke cleared out the extremely important fragments, and when he opened his eyes again, he looked at each other differently.

Duke the High Elf, from the continent of Azeroth, the subcontinent northeast of Lordaeron - Quel'Thalas.

From just birth to becoming an elite ranger with great skill and skill, his hard work can be described as one day at a time in the salted fish of the other worlds.

Tempered over time, he is strong and has a transcendent sense of battle. Although he has not yet stepped into the threshold of heroes, he is also well-known in Silvermoon City.

After many assessments, he was drafted into the Silvermoon City Patrol Cavalry Regiment and became a noble elven warrior who fought for freedom. The immediate boss was the future famous Sylvanus Windranger, the one who became the exclusive RBQ of Alsace after the defeat.

The future leader of the Forsaken and the Grand Chief of the Landing Clan, who has not yet started a magnificent life, is now only the Ranger General of Silvermoon City, responsible for guarding the Elven Gate.

The reason why Duke of the High Elves worked hard was partly due to the environment, and Azeroth admired strength, and the elegant elves were no exception. On the other hand, the Burning Legion is like a sharp sword that can be cut down at any time, even if it is for the sake of his life, he cannot be lazy.

The arduous and boring cultivation and the countless awakenings between life and death have shaped his mature and stable character.

Diligence, friendliness, integrity, loyalty, bravery, selflessness......

As a rising star praised by everyone, only he knows what he is practicing hard day and night for.

Finally, the High Elf Duke's worst fears have happened!

Arthas, the fallen prince, the Death Knight, leads an invasion of the Undead Scourge. The boundless army of the undead lived up to its name, and despite the stubborn resistance of the High Elves' ranger forces, they were unable to stop the undead army from crushing the realm.

Arthas, who has nothing in his eyes, is on the rise of his righteous career, and leads the undead army to break through the defenses of the Enchanted Forest with the artifact 'Joy of Fire', aiming directly at Silvermoon City.

Despite the High Elves' fierce resistance, Arthas's sheer and tireless number of undead warriors led them to retreat with heavy losses.

Again and again, they all ended in a crushing defeat, and finally Arthas broke through the elves' defenses and is now in Silvermoon City.

The brutal battle to defend the city is about to begin, and the High Elves have sworn to live and die with Silvermoon City, and according to history, in this catastrophe that led to the almost extinction of the High Elves, there is indeed no one who survived.

Next up is the defeat of the High Elves and the slaughter of Arthas!

The wheels of history are rolling in, and the disparity between the forces of the enemy and the enemy is so great that nothing seems to stop Alsace.

……

After the High Elves accepted the memories of the Dukes, their spirits were still in a trance, and the wonderful unfolding made him speechless. Like all Dukes, he never imagined that there would be such a way to cross.

However, the surprise is good!

The two were chatting with great interest about what worlds the World of Warcraft could use, when suddenly an unfamiliar voice came.

"Ahh

(End of chapter)