Duke looked up at Elune, "First of all, ask the goddess to help me remove the toxins from my body and the pollutants that remain in my soul. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Evil power, darkness, seven deadly sins!

None of them are simple things.

These powers are like drugs, and if you get them, don't expect anything better. In particular, if there is no way to get rid of the impurities in the soul, it will only fall into complete destruction and depravity without realizing it.

Duke doesn't want to really become a villain by himself, after all, the road of the Burning Legion has also been blocked by his own hands, and being a villain will not end well in Azeroth!

A look of relief spread across Goddess Elune's fuzzy face.

In the next second, a miracle descended from the sky.

Countless Night Elves saw the bright moonlight descending from the day, and they knelt down in worship, praising the name of the god Elune.

The soft moonlight penetrated from Duke's skin, followed the 100,000 pores of his body into Duke's body, and converged in the meridians, forming a seemingly gentle but actually turbulent current, which began to wash the debris and evil substances in Duke's body in turn.

"Gasp!" Duke suddenly made a gesture that wanted to retch.

Tyrande's eyes were quick, and he quickly drew the silver basin that the statue in the hall was holding and placed it in front of Duke.

Duke couldn't control himself anymore and threw up.

"Vomit vomit!" The scene felt like vomiting sesame paste. Not just from the mouth, but also from the nose and eyes, there is a black substance rushing out.

The feeling of suffocation was a hundred times worse than drinking and vomiting.

Duke knelt down on the spot, and Tyrande held the basin in one hand and gently patted Duke's back with the other to make Duke comfortable.

It feels terrible.

Not only is the body hollowed out, it is simply deep into the bone marrow, and the evil impurities hidden in the bone marrow and soul are forcibly extracted.

It felt painful, but after extracting those dark substances, there was a feeling of pleasure on the spot that the bones were a little lighter.

Elune smiled: "You go down and rest for the night, and tomorrow I will help you transform the dark power in your body into the power of the shadows." ”

Darkness and shadows, at first glance, seem to be similar, but in fact they are fundamentally different.

Darkness symbolizes evil and destruction.

Shadows are merely an adjunct of light. Where there is light, there is shadow. Where there is day, there is night. Even the power of Elune, the goddess of the moon, is essentially shadow.

Because moonlight is only the refraction of the sun's rays in the night.

Duke, who finally finished vomiting, gasped and thanked: "Thank you very much." ”

Duke was helped down by Tyrande to rest.

When Duke came to his senses, he found himself in Tyrande's boudoir.

Looking around, it's simple, neat, and full of bookish breath except for Elune's totem.

Tyrande fetched a plate of water, stripped Duke of his clothes, and washed the stains from Duke's face and body with water and a cleansing spell. For convenience, he even took off his sacrificial robe.

Duke said suddenly: "In your room, will anyone gossip, after all, you are the high priest......"

Tyrande's ever-holy face was filled with a faint smile: "As if you hadn't done anything to me." ”

"Ugh!"

The air suddenly fell into the most painful silence for Duke.

Suddenly smiled bitterly, although before returning to the ancient war 10,000 years ago, Duke had already noticed the strangeness of Tyrande, she did not choose Malfurion as in the original history, but maintained a strange relationship with the Fury Wind brothers.

But Duke never expected that he would do it so thoroughly, completely eating and wiping it off, and not giving the Fury Wind brothers a chance! He didn't know how the hostility towards him came from for Tyrande, who was 10,000 years later, and he didn't know if what he was doing now was what he had done to Tyrande at that point in time 10,000 years later.

It's a bad deal now anyway.

Alas!

In the past, when the mole was exposed, he didn't have the heart to imagine how to deal with each other's relationship in the future. Now that the Burning Legion has been settled, when the tension and fear subside, how to deal with Tyrande becomes a super big problem.

According to the agreement with Nozdorm, as long as the Burning Legion is repulsed as it was historically, he will turn on the space-time teleportation within three days and send them back to 10,000 years later.

"Don't try to bring anything alive back!" Nozdorm said before leaving.

Duke bared his teeth - what can I do?

Just as Duke was thinking wildly, there was a sudden sour refreshment.

"Uh......" Duke was shocked to find that Tyrande had already begun to attack Duke, "No......!

"Why?" Below, Tyrande looked up at Duke, his holy face with a charming flush: "Bastard! Now they're just giving you back what you taught me. Teacher-"

The long tail note, like the coquettishness of a little girl, sounds crispy and numb.

Duke's current festival is not much, hearing this, the brain directly shut down, Du someone sneered, and directly began to defend as an attack, climbing the Hagar Peak: "Hehehe! If I don't teach you a lesson, maybe you really dare to forget the days when you were dominated by Duke Divine Sword." Come on, come on, let's fight!"

"Hmph—"

Obviously, Tyrande sensed Duke's imminent departure, and her resistance was extremely fierce, and she fought back in a different way. It's a pity that she is still too tender, and she is still defeated by Duke Excalibur within three hundred moves.

The sky was bright.

When Duke got up, Tyrande had his back to him, but his shoulders trembled.

"Aren't you going to say something to me?"

“......”

"Can't you give me a name and then leave?"

“......”

Duke didn't know how to answer, but after thinking about it, he finally threw Nozdorm's warning into the warped void: "If I continue to stay here, my body and soul will probably collapse." ”

In the next second, Tyrande had already thrown himself into Duke's arms, rubbing Duke's chest with his tear-stained face: "Will you come back?"

Duke couldn't bear it: "If you're willing to wait 10,000 years......"

After Duke finished speaking, he thought it was a shameful joke.

Time and distance are the most terrible poisons in the world of love.

Before he crossed, he didn't know how many couples he had seen separated from each other in less than a month.

What's more, the relationship between him and Tyrande is not based on some pure love. He didn't know what Tyrande thought of him 10,000 years later.

Is it enlightenment?

Is it because of love into hate?

Is it full of resentment?

Or something else, he couldn't possibly guess.