Countless yellow sands, non-stop winds. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Standing on a sandstone summit in Silissus, Tyrande, who stood beside Duke, tucked his long dark blue hair, but he still couldn't stop the wind from blowing his long hair like a willow in the wind.

The few strands of silver hair on the forehead add a bit of mystery to this blue hair.

At this time, Gavinrad came to Duke in a hurry, and he almost wagked his tail or something: "Boss, if I free the poor Prince of Wind, will he reward me with the artifact sword?"

While Duke would love to say 'yes', he knows what to expect next.

"What will happen to a lonely and miserable soul who has been imprisoned for twenty-five thousand years, no one knows. That's why I'm gathering so many strong people, in case ......"

Feeling the solemnity in Duke's words, Gavinrad also realized that what happened next might not be so good: "Uh, well, if this is my fate, I will accept it!"

From frivolous to serious, Gavin Raad's transformation is so skillful, and sure enough, Rao is the most unreliable Gavin Rad has also become mature!

Gavinrad turned and ran down to get ready.

Suddenly, Tyrande's hand sneaked into Duke's hand.

"I'm sorry, Duke, I suddenly remembered Illidan. ”

is also deeply affectionate, it seems that Illidan and Prince Sunderland have nothing to do!

One was imprisoned for 10,000 years, and then fell into the devil's path.

One was locked up for 25,000 years, and finally ......

Tyrande didn't dare to imagine it, because he was afraid that he would touch the scene.

Once used himself as a sacrifice, he burned himself to be with Duke, but he was stunned to find that the situation was reversed, and the darkest evil was probably the greatest light, when he finally thought that he could enjoy this legendary happiness with victory, and found that he had to face a 10,000-year parting.

If it weren't for the busy affairs of the clan, perhaps she would have gone insane.

She really didn't dare to imagine what would become of Sunderland, who had been so affectionate.

"Duke, hug me......" Tyrande murmured.

This has nothing to do with desire, it is purely a spiritual need.

Duke conjured up visions of him and Tyrande, and then gently hugged the high priestess who was always strong and holy, and did not eat the fireworks of the world, and gently moistened her heart with her lips as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

Long.

"How much better?"

"Hmm. Tyrande nodded, "However, please don't leave us again, I hope you must remember that you are not fighting alone." ”

When Duke walked down with Tyrande, before he knew it, he was already followed by a large number of queens: Sylvanas, Kalia, Illusia, Gianna, and the eldest and third sisters of Windranger.

Perhaps with all sorts of caution, it is clear that we all have the same goal - for the future of the Alliance, and for the future of everyone......

On the specially selected open plains, the bug-type monsters that originally wandered here have been cleared up by the alliance's professional team.

Within a radius of ten miles, there was no one else except for the strong group of the alliance.

Duke nodded to Gavinrad.

When Gavin Rad walked up to Demetien, the old human man who believed in Prince Sunderland, with the left and right halves of the [Imprisoned Skull of the Wind Chaser] and the [Essence of the Flame King] pulled out from Ragnaros's clone, Demytien burst into tears.

The gray-haired human fanatic fell to his knees, unable to sob.

"Ah, you've recovered your master's cage!"

"The long-cherished wish of many generations...... I've been looking forward to this day for a long time. My wish can finally come true. ”

"My master must be freed! now!

Demetien's ecstasy contrasted sharply with the faint indifference of the powerful people around him.

Duke is very good, Duke made it clear that he wanted everyone to prepare for a fight, and that battle would definitely not be able to escape.

Especially after the Hazuki general Santis secretly told everyone the story of Illidan, no one had any hope for the prince of Sunderland.

Everyone watched calmly, and Demition, a fanatic believer who worshiped the wind element, chanted a spell that outsiders did not understand, which easily caused an atmospheric concussion.

"Bang!" it was as if a large bomb had exploded less than three meters above Demitian.

The smoke and dust in the sky dispersed like a shock wave along with the wind.

"Bang-" Another shockwave, a splash of slaughter that can definitely blind people if they hit the eyes.

Here, it's a cowman who can easily defeat even a flying arrow in his heyday.

Especially the heavily armed warriors and paladins standing in the front row, as long as they were careful not to let the stones hit their eyeballs, ordinary flying stones would not hurt them at all.

Several thieves and rangers are even more exaggerated, with their super agility and dynamic vision, they are mostly daggers wielding, easily knocking the debris into the air, protecting the treatment team in the back row.

Duke didn't open the [Ice Shield], and calmly watched as the air flow in mid-air swirled rapidly, forming a huge half-length humanoid.

Prince Sunderland appeared, with a body glowing white, a whirling tornado on the lower half of his body, and a standard humanoid on his upper body.

The solid armor wrapped around his massive body, the four fang-like spikes on the shoulder armor pointed straight to the sky were very eye-catching, the two layers of petal-like armor overlapped to protect his shoulders well, and the silver-white arm armor exuded the fluctuations of the powerful wind element.

"Ahhhh

"Dang!"

A loud metal clash almost shattered the eardrums of everyone around them.

Inheriting Mograini's [Ember Bringer], Tirio Ferding used the Excalibur that already belonged to him for the first time today to deliver the first blow.

The brilliant golden light was on par with the wind of the Wind Prince, who had been imprisoned for 25,000 years.

In the distance, two armored figures watched this scene, and suddenly one of them became sentimental, and his two lines of old tears flowed down, and he muttered, "Sure enough...... It was right to hand it over to Tirio. ”

Another patted him on the shoulder: "Alexandros, we are all old, it's time to hand over the burden to the next generation." Until the last moment of the end of the world, there is no place for us old guys to appear. ”

"Well, we should do what Lothar did. If we don't hold the position, it will only hinder the growth of the next generation. ”

No one expected that after today, the two generalissimos of the alliance, Mograini and Abidis, announced at the same time that they would hand over their military power and go to the logistics department to train new recruits. The Scarlet Crusade was taken over by Saidan Dasohan. And the military power of the kingdom of Lordaeron was in the hands of Tirio Fordin.