Varian's relationship with Godlin is a bad deal.

With the bloodline of the Urien family, being able to become a legendary hero is already an ancestral virtue.

Varian is capable of fighting today, and Godring's soul fragment is absolutely deserved.

But Varian can't just go to be a werewolf because of this!

This has become a state of shit that is not as tangled as bullshit.

It was impossible for Varian to return the soul shards, and Duke had long since discovered that Godling's wolf soul was a perfect combination with the irascible version of Varian. At the same time, the cowardly version of Varian's soul represents the legacy of the Wryon family.

Sometimes, Duke even maliciously wondered if it would be better for Onexia to come over and split Varian into two again. One is a demigod wolf prince who rules werewolves. The other is the King of the Storm and continues to lead the Kingdom of the Stormwind.

Of course, this is just a thought, if this is really done, then there is nothing to do with the old wolf king Jean. And the Storm Kingdom will also become a weak chicken as the boss, and it will collapse.

Duke undisciplinedly made out beach chairs, popcorn and other snacks, and watched a wolf with Tyrande and the others to vent his frustration and energy.

In general, Varian still suffers.

Although Varian has trained himself to be very strong, the limits of mortals lie there.

As long as he didn't cross the boundaries of the Divine Domain, his physique and endurance were so much. Wolves are originally a race with good stamina, and in order to hunt, they can hunt down their prey day and night, without sleep. What's more, Duke's [Deceleration Technique] did not weaken Godring's physique.

All the way to fight, all the way to roar.

Godlin seems to admit death, preaching all the way, bragging about his prestige in ancient times - basically you are very good, in ancient Kalimdo, I have fought all over the wilderness, beaten demons, and been the striker of the god of the wilderness.

At first, Valilla and Browl were nervous, but after discovering that Varian was at a disadvantage due to lack of physical strength, the undisciplined Blood Elf Thieves suggested that Duke continue to slash Godring's strength to death.

Duke rolled his eyes: "Why don't you tell me to kill the wolf god directly?"

The wolf god can accept 'fairness', but he will definitely not accept suppression, and if he is a little more ruthless, he will turn his face.

In the end, Godlin found it boring.

"No more fighting! I looked back and pondered how to teach you a lesson. ”

"I'm not your son!" Varian lashed out at the wolf god.

"I said you are, you are!"

"I'm not!"

......

The story that the wolf god and Varian had to tell was more like a vignette.

As the Flamelands began to completely merge with Azeroth, even if he confessed to his cubs, Godlin had to put aside his personal affairs and began to enter a state of great war.

"Wow!ho!"

Looking from the northern foot of Mount Hyjal to the southern foothills, every elf could see the fiery meteors that covered the sky falling in all directions.

But these terrifying fireballs grew bigger and bigger, and when they flew closer to the northern foothills, they suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if they were hallucinations.

"It's not an illusion! When the space of the Flamelands merges with Azeroth, these fireballs will actually fly over. Duke asserted.

These days, the Night Elf sentinels have been nervously watching the growing world of fire to the south, even when they are off-duty.

The only thing that could comfort them was the flying city of Dalaran hovering over the west side of Mount Hyjal.

The alliance is as reliable as ever.

Their mage city was sent, and Duke himself was in charge.

Only the elements can resist the elements, and this is already the strongest combat force that the alliance can deploy.

On this day, the direction of the wind changed, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the south.

The sentinels were already screaming.

"Fire!"

"The fire is burning!"

"The flames of the southern foothills are spreading towards us!"

Countless elves were alarmed, and they rushed out, and saw a scene that they would never forget in their lives—

It was a prairie fire in the truest sense of the word.

Countless fires, like the sun driving away the darkness at the beginning of the rising sun, seem to spread endlessly to the north.

Even if Duke gave the order to die, the alliance sent bulldozers and logging equipment to cut down a large number of trees, and forcibly carved out a firebreak with a width of more than a kilometer between the southern and northern foothills.

The fire was still spreading unreasonably, with the sound of "hulahula", and there was not much green on the mountain anymore, swallowing everything in its path.

The dwarf stumps became torches, and the scorched black soil, which had been uprooted, burned all the nutrients and nutrients inside.

Then the sea of fire passed through the firebreak and burned into the dense sea of trees at the northern foot of Mount Hyjal.

The towering trees fell one after another, and countless leaves were set on fire, and they fell from their branches, and before they could fall to the ground, they were already burned to ashes in mid-air.

Countless sparks were swept into the sky by the surging flames, and soon set fire to larger areas of the woods, and the cycle began over and over again.

"No!"

"Our Forest!"

"Oh my God, what's the difference between this and the Burning Legion!?"

The Night Elves wept, their tears flying into the distance with their hair fluttering in the wind and waves.

Tyrande and Malfurion's faces turned pale, they couldn't resurrect the demigod Cenarius before the Land of Flames descended.

"It's up to Duke!" Malfurion said in a deep voice.

"Hmm. Tyrande looked up at the majestic Magic City in the sky, his gaze changing from unease to determination: "He has never let me down. ”

In Dalaran, Duke sits in the largest mage tower in the city, which was built by Dalaran especially for him, the demigod of the magic web.

Duke may not be able to stay in Dalaran for a day a year, and since Duke has made Dalaran and Naxxramas one of the three most important nodes of the magic web in Azeroth, he still has a good idea of how to build this mage tower.

Sitting on the top floor of his mage tower, the chair that Duke sat on connected the entire city of Dalaran through the magic array.

In a sense, Dalaran City is already Duke's private property, because the entire city's magical network has been completely incorporated into the magic net.

Duke raised his right hand slightly, his fingers slashing across the void.

"I say, this is the border!"

Duke's words seemed to be just a simple whisper, and they clearly reached the ears of every Dalaran mage, and Kael'thas, who was waiting by Duke's side, couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

The whole city of Dalaran lit up.

The muzzle of the main gun, which had not been activated for a long time, suddenly lit up.

It wasn't the bombardment of the magic cannon, but it was like a full blow from the main cannon.

The purple beam of light that shot out of the muzzle of the cannon easily tore through the earth.

From west to east, the entire Hyjal Mountains are divided into two sections, north and south.

It was a terrifying move that put an end to the surging of the elements, like a barrier separating the earth.

All the flames are cut off for no apparent reason.

They tumble and surge, they stir. They even seem to be endlessly swept high in the sky, trying to break through the clouds and reach the sky.

Eventually...... There was not a single flame that crossed the boundaries drawn by Duke.

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