Duke had a good dream. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He dreamed that he was rubbing between the two peaks of Hyjal in Tyrande, and then in the haze, Duke felt a feeling of comfort, but a little pain.

It was in this tangled state that Duke woke up.

The first thing that catches my eye is Tyrande's two smooth and soft white flower thighs, well, knee pillows or something, it is really a great benefit in life.

Immediately afterward, Duke saw a scene that broke him......

Tyrande noticed that Duke had woken up, his left hand withdrawing like lightning.

Duke grimaced: "Tyrande, what are you doing......"

"No, I'm ......," Tyrande hesitated for a few seconds, and finally confessed his guilt as if deflated, looking like a child who had made a mistake, "You, don't you always use your Duke Excalibur to bring people to death." No matter how I say 'don't', no matter how much I beg for mercy, you won't let people go. It's rare to see Excalibur so cute today, and I'm wondering if I can stretch your Excalibur a little longer and tie a slipknot or something. I'd even like to try the bow if I can. ”

Beat...... Beat...... Slipknot?

And the special ribbon!?

Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it!

Duke turned into the most ferocious wolf, and wanted to knock Tyrande down on the spot.

Just as Duke was about to make a move, Tyrande's eyes fluttered, her holy face and a slightly mischievous expression blended together perfectly, and the corners of her mouth raised with a smile: "Duke, although I don't mind, but ......"

Duke is not afraid of anything, what he is most afraid of is 'but', and whenever there is a 'but', there is always a moth coming out.

Sure enough, Duke heard a commotion coming from him.

At this time, Duke realized that the place where Tyrande placed him was not far from the previous battlefield, about three hundred meters apart.

The heroes of the alliance dragged all of Gar's younger brothers, the Fire Oathers, out of the cave one by one, and then killed Gar before the arrival of the sixth Shaslar.

Immediately afterward, the powerhouses of these alliances figured out Shaslal's style of play and rules without a teacher, and the uproar just now was the cheers of this group of guys celebrating their victory.

"Hahaha! who!?Who else? Ragnaros, how many younger brothers do you have? lest I go to find your grandfather one by one. "The arrogant dwarf king Magni* Copperbeard held the head of Shaslar high, standing on the earth elemental hill formed after Gar was killed, and posed as the king of the world, laughing and laughing!

The masked female thief Valeera complained about him: "That's because you can't sprint on your legs." ”

The heart of the King of Ironforge was suddenly petrified, no, his whole body seemed to be petrified, and the ashes were blown away by a gust of wind.

The heroes of the alliance are celebrating the victory to the fullest.

The oldest of them sat on a large rock, gasping for air.

Tirio walked over with a smile on his lips, "What's wrong, Alexandros?"

"It was enjoyable, happy and a little tired. Alas, the years are not forgiving. Mograini sighed.

"No, no, no, you still have ten more years to play. Tirio waved his hand.

"What is the use of ten years when you can't exert the power of the Ember Messenger. Mograini said meaningfully, "Duke told me that light and darkness are one. Ember Bringer can also become Fallen Ember Bringer. I don't want the day when this sword in my hand becomes a plaything for the evil forces. So when I go back this time, or if I'm killed, this sword will be yours. ”

Tirio only felt himself choked.

How could a true martial artist not want to have a worthy artifact?

Duke has [Gandalf, the legendary sword of the white-robed swordmaster].

Tulayan has the Great Royal Sword [Quelzaram].

Mograine has the Ember Bringer.

Each Excalibur has its own legend, which is sung by bards who walk the world day and night.

As long as there is one day left for humans, their legends will continue to be passed on.

That is the supreme glory of the warriors.

As a paladin of noble character, Tirio was envious, but not jealous. However, when he heard that Mograine was going to give him the Excalibur, his heart still beat wildly.

That's excitement!

Not out of greed, but based on the excitement that he can better destroy evil.

"Don't hesitate, don't be ashamed, your noble character and firm will are worthy of this artifact. ”

"You don't have to ......," Tirio said as Mograini raised his hand to stop him.

"Everyone's pursuit is different. We've all heard Duke's hints, but I think it's better to live this life to the fullest than to pursue false eternity. I have enjoyed riches, bathed in the glory of Lordaeron, fought against the evils I know best, and held on to the glory of Her Majesty. My only regret is that I can't raise my son to be the best paladin I can be, but I have no regrets. ”

Tirio was silent, listening to Mograine's almost monologue.

"I think the existence of paladins should be to eulogize and adhere to all the good things in the world. We don't demand perfection, but we have to be the best we can be and set an example to the world. Therefore, as a human being, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable processes. I don't intend to go against the laws of nature. And the noble light must also be better inherited. ”

With that, Mograini held the hilt of the [Ember Bringer] in one hand, and handed the back half of the hilt to Tirio's hand.

Almost as soon as Tirio touched the Ember Bringer, the Excalibur of Evil shone with a dazzling golden glow—proof that Excalibur recognized Tirio as its next master.

Everyone looked back, stunned and relieved.

Right!

Rites of passage!

Origin and extinction!

That's life!

At some point, everyone applauded.

At the same time, before Duke could get along with his woman, someone approached him.

"Boss Duke, did you see anything like this on that Fire Elemental Leader?" The three Windranger sisters, the fastest here, rushed to Duke's side, and Gavin Rad's side arrived.

What he held high in his hand was something like half of the skull of some kind of creature, and the aura of wind and thunder lingering on it, clearly telling everyone that this thing was not an ordinary epic equipment.

Here Duke reluctantly withdrew the claw that had been placed on Tyrande's buttocks, and coughed, "You're a girl." What do you want this sword for, and it's not like you're in charge of carrying the big guys. ”

"Sword!?Is it a sword?" Who knew that Gavinrad's eyes lit up in an instant: "Hahaha! Sure enough, this thing is destined to belong to me! ”